This is posting at 12:01 A.M. CST because I need to sleep and I will not be getting up for anything besides doing my makeup and then going to work to deal with the iPhone launch. So, yeah. There's a warning for it somewhere, but I'm tired and just going to repeat myself. There's more smut in this than just dramione, and really the only part of it is in this chapter. If you don't like it, don't read it. (I know some readers would prefer to know.)
Chapter Three
Cormac was fit - it was why she'd been interested in him in the first place. Malfoy wasn't wrong in the fact that her on again, off again fuck buddy used to visit the Shrieking Shack. To be quite honest, he'd visited a few times after the two of them had shagged for the first time. Which had been in Daphne's car one night Hermione had borrowed it.
She hadn't felt comfortable in following him back to his flat when she'd known him for all of ten minutes even though he used to be one of Ron's friends- traveling in the same social circle as her ex, and Harry.
Hermione shouldn't say they had fucked in the car. He'd bent her over the hood, binding her wrists loosely with a scarf, and flipped her dress up. He'd pulled her knickers to the side and slid inside of her while they only had the cover of darkness in an alley.
She left her boss with a wave, letting the heavy security door fall shut behind her. He'd grumbled a goodbye, and Hermione simply shrugged it off. She knew what was waiting for her in the parking lot - the beginning of a long night that would leave her, hopefully, sated. Her trainers squeaked against the freshly mopped floor of the club. Adjusting her leggings, she pushed the door open, glancing down just to double check that her keys were in her hand.
With any luck Daphne wouldn't be home because she'd be with Theo, but she had her doubts that her friend would make a move at all.
She found Cormac leaned against the back bumper of his car with his arms folded over his chest. The dark blue jumper he wore was tight around his biceps, and a slow smirk curved her lips. "What happened to your ca-"
She cut him off, tossing her bag onto the hood of his car and sliding her arms around his neck. "Shut up about my car." Hermione grumbled, standing on her tiptoes to brush her lips against his. "Surely you didn't think I only wanted a ride home, did you?"
"I'd bloody hoped not." His hands gripped her arse, lifting her up while she wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him roughly. "Could fuck you over the hood for old time's sake."
She snorted, twisting the hair at the nape of his neck around her fingers. "You say that every time we're near a car, and absolutely not. I'd rather not have my boss have a full show as I get fucked." Heat bloomed in her lower belly however, at that exact thought. She could imagine it rather clearly: Malfoy walking out to his car and her with her legs spread and -
"It's not like Malfoy is a prude," he chuckled low in her ear. "I bet he'd like the show."
"And I," her voice cracked, and of course it was only because she hadn't had a drink, and not for any other reason. "Am sure you just want to show off." Unhooking her legs from around his waist, and standing upright once more, Hermione grabbed her bag and opened the passenger side door. "Or we could have sex inside of the car this time."
He was simple to convince. Cormac locked the doors before reaching across the seat, but then he leaned back as Hermione climbed over the center console and straddled his lap. Her hair slipped from her ponytail as she pressed herself against him, whimpering when his fingers ran up her side, grazing her breasts. Lifting her arms as he tugged the shirt over her head, Hermione watched him, nibbling her bottom lip as he reached around her to unclasp her bra.
His tongue slid against her nipple as he cupped her other breast, his thumb sliding across the stiffened nub. Grinding herself against his hard erection, she moaned softly. "Oh," she didn't have to look at him to know he was grinning as her head tipped back.
Hermione's nails scratched the skin exposed by his collar as his large hand slid between them, rubbing her already wet cunt through through the thin fabric. "I can already feel how wet you are," he groaned.
"Then why don't you do something about that?" She fired back, rolling her hips, and grinding against his hand. "Pull my pants down, and, fuck," her moan was guttural as Cormac tugged the hem of her leggings down, sliding his hand in her knickers to rub her clit.
"You're so fucking mouthy, you know that?" He muttered, pulling her hair, and pressing his palm to the middle of her back to bring her forward. Rolling her nipple between his teeth carefully, he slid a finger inside of her. "Always acting like a bossy little bitch when what you really want is for someone to tell you what you want."
Hermione grinned, her fingers grasping his hair roughly, and tugging when he flipped the console open, and pulled a small knife out. "Don't you dare cut my knickers, Cormac, or I swear-"
"Just your pants, baby." He reassured her, and even as she told him no, that she'd just slide them off, there was an audible tearing as Cormac cut a rip then tore them the rest of the way open.
She fumbled with his belt buckle, pulling it off, and throwing it into the back before she unbuttoned his trousers. "Fucking arse," she muttered, and he slid his fingers into her mouth - presumably to shut her up. Hermione's tongue slid against his finger, and she could taste herself on them as she sucked them clean.
As he held his hard cock in his hand, Hermione adjusted herself over him, and impaled herself on him with a loud moan. "Fuck," she imagined if anyone was in the parking lot, they would have heard his groan.
Glancing to the side, she saw no one was there, but Draco's car was still parked close by. She should have stopped them then, should have told Cormac to wait and fuck her into her mattress at home, but she didn't. It couldn't have been because the thought of Malfoy seeing her get fucked made her even wetter, caused her cries to grow louder. Absolutely not.
It was just that - "Cormac!" It wasn't a gasp, but a shriek, and her palm slammed against the window that had fogged up. He thrust up, his cock bottoming out inside of her, and her hand slipped. Hermione's head fell to the side, strands of her hair sticking to her skin despite the cold night.
And she froze for a moment as she realized she was staring directly at Draco, and he was staring back at her in surprise. His jaw was clenched, and she should have looked away. Instead her fingers slid through soft blond hair that didn't belong to Draco at all, but that didn't mean she wasn't remembering what he felt like inside of her.
Just the fucking thought, combined with Cormac's thumb rubbing against her clit pushed her over the edge.
And she kept her eyes opened, focused on Draco as if it were impossible to look away. He watched her, not moving from his spot on the ice, and of course the man below her didn't notice at all.
Hermione supposed that was when everything began to shift, if she looked back on it.
On the drive back to her flat - he'd asked if she wanted to return to his, but she told him no quickly - Hermione had bent over across the center console, and sucked him off. His fingers slipped along the curve of her arse, sliding into her dripping cunt as he drove along the side streets to her complex.
While the traitorous thoughts about her boss, her friend as well she reminded herself, hadn't left her completely, Hermione was able to push them away.
Daphne was lounging on their sofa again when Hermione let herself in, pulling her key back from the lock and throwing it into the dish on the small table by the door. Waving to her friend, Hermione took Cormac's hand, and led him down the hallway to her bedroom.
He'd torn her clothes from her - ripping her jumper right over her head and tossing it onto the floor. Her leggings, which were already torn, ended up on the floor while he threw her onto her bed. Dragging her knickers down with his teeth, Cormac ate her out, fingering her until she was moaning so loudly that her neighbors from above banged on their floor.
The night was unfortunately cut short when his cell phone rang, and it was his boss. She'd shrugged, telling him to answer it, but had still sank down on him anyway. It was shitty luck that he had to leave, but Hermione pecked him on the cheek. "I'll see you some other time," she told him, grinning as she laid back against the pillows of her bed.
He looked as if he was considering telling his boss - who was still on the phone, she should add - to fuck off before crawling back in between her legs. "I'm free this weekend."
Hermione gave a shrug, reaching between her legs to rub her clit in slow, teasing circles. "I'm not sure what I'll be doing, but I'll call you."
"What? Sorry, I'll be there soon." Cormac tossed his phone onto her dresser. "Are you going to make yourself come, Hermione?"
She nodded, pinching her nipple as she rubbed her sensitive clit with two fingers. "I'm terribly worked up. How much time do you have?"
He swallowed. "I'd say I could stay ten minute before my boss is riding my ass."
"Well," she huffed playfully. "That's not nearly enough time to fuck me how I want, but I'll let you watch while I play with my pussy." Hermione drew her legs up, her feet flat against the sheets. "Or would you rather leave?"
He laughed. "Definitely not, baby. Make yourself come for me," Cormac's voice was soft, and she shivered under his gaze.
She knew he would stay if she asked, and she considered it. Considered crawling forward on her hands and knees to pull his trousers back down, and wrap her lips around the tip of his cock.
Instead, she touched herself, her fingers sliding against her wet cunt, and circling her clit. He whispered to her how fucking hot she was with her legs spread, how pretty her tits looked, but they would look better if she was bouncing on his cock.
Hermione came hard, moaning his name loudly enough for her neighbors, and definitely Daphne to hear. Crawling forward, she sat on her knees on her bed, and raised her hands to his lips, watching as his tongue darted out to taste her.
"I want you again, and soon." He growled.
She nodded breathlessly, watched him dress and leave before collapsing against her bed.
Daphne burst into her room not even twenty minutes after Cormac had left, grinning ear to ear, and waving her phone in her hand. She was still on a call, but Hermione couldn't make out who it was on the line. "Get dressed; we're going out for breakfast."
"Daph," Hermione grumbled, not moving from her spot. "It's nearly five in the morning. I'm exhausted, and not at all hungry."
"You're telling me you haven't worked up an appetite after all the fucking you just did? Bullshit." She bent to grab Hermione's leggings. "Why are your leggings ripped open in the crotch?"
If Hermione was the type to get embarrassed, she would have blushed a deep red, but all she did was swing her legs over the side of the bed. "He was impatient," Hermione shrugged. "Who wants to go to breakfast?"
"Draco and Theo rang; that restaurant by Draco's flat is open twenty four hours, and I would kill for some decent bacon right now."
Hermione rapidly shook her head, remembering exactly what had happened only a few hours ago outside the club. She didn't want to look him in the eyes tomorrow at the Shrieking Shack, much less right now. "Daph, no, I'm telling you I can't."
Her stubborn friend rolled her eyes. "Get dressed, Hermione. They're already waiting on us, and I don't give a damn if you're tired. I haven't gotten any sleep because of your loud fucking and you-" Hermione's face did heat up as Daphne imitated her moan , one that was ridiculously accurate, right beside the speaker of her phone. "Oh, fuck, sorry, Draco. I should have muted it."
Hermione lunged across the room, hanging up the call while glaring at her friend. "I can't see Draco right now."
"Why the fuck not? You saw him a few hours ago, and from the looks of it, the two of you looked chummy at the bar."
"He was a prick to me actually and then he tried to make it up to me by kicking Ron out. But that's not why - something happened after the club closed."
Daphne's eyes widened. "Oh, my God, did you fuck him? Hermione Granger, did you fuck him? Again? And then you fucked Cormac? You little slut." She laughed, dodging when Hermione moved to smack her. "Was it as good as it was the first time?"
"For fuck's sake, I didn't fuck Draco, alright? I fucked Cormac in the parking lot and well, I don't know how to explain it but I think I've fucked up our weak professional relationship."
Daph scoffed. "Please, Draco has never stopped being interested in you. On some level you must know his teasing isn't just teasing, Hermione. That man wants you."
Hermione swallowed, shifting her weight uncomfortably. "While Cormac was fucking me, my hand slid down the window, wiping away where it had fogged up."
"Oh, my fucking God," her friend groaned, smacking her palm against her forehead, seeing where this story was headed. "Okay," Daph shook her head. "So what if he saw you getting nailed in Cormac's car? It's not like he's never seen you naked, Granger, and he sees you half naked or naked five nights a week. I mean fuck, you carried on a full conversation while topless with him earlier. What does this matter?"
Hermione bent down to grab her knickers, balancing on leg to slide one leg through them. "It's that-"
"Are you blushing? Oh my fucking God, you're blushing." Daphne pinched her cheeks, grinning ear to ear. "You want him to be jealous, don't you?"
"No, I don't!" Hermione snapped, grabbing her bra from the floor and reaching behind her back. "I don't, Daph. He's my boss, and a really good friend of mine, and I just don't want to feel this way. He's just Draco."
"Daddy," Daphne corrected automatically, giggling when Hermione's face grew red.
Hermione stomped towards her closet, ripping it open with far more force than necessary. "Shut your mouth, Greengrass. I thought we agreed not to talk about that."
Her friend hopped onto Hermione's bed, laying on her stomach and kicking her legs up behind her. "I never agreed to that. Tell me how you feel, Hermione. You have to be open with someone."
Pulling another oversized jumper over her head - she liked how they made her feel small, and how soft they were against her skin -Hermione winced. "I could just ignore this all together. It's not like it means anything." At Daphne's scoff, she continued. "He saw me, obviously, and I saw him, but I - I didn't look away, Daphne."
Her friend blinked slowly. "You didn't..look away?"
Hermione nodded. "The whole time, and when my fingers were in Cormac's hair, all I could think about was Draco. The same man that was fucking staring at me like he wanted to tear the car door open. Daphne, he was furious."
"Describe him to me then."
She plopped down on the bed beside Daphne, crossing her legs, and pulling the hem of her jumper over her knees. "He was like, well, I don't know. Do you remember how angry he was when Ron came into the Shack on Monday?" A nod. "His jaw was clenched like that, and his hands curled into fists before he shoved them into his pockets. His eyes," Hermione said louder, flushing as she remembered. "They were-"
"Intense?" Daphne supplied, rolling onto her side. "Did he leave? I somehow doubt Malfoy would have stayed. I don't peg him as a voyeur."
Hermione shook her head. "The whole time, he kept looking at me, and it was like I couldn't look away. I didn't want to, and then I came, and I screamed. It's a bloody miracle I didn't scream the wrong name, Daph."
"This is a rather large development." She agreed. And then, "It doesn't change the fact that they are waiting on us. You need to go, or he's going to have even more questions."
"He'll just think I'm fucking -"
"No, Hermione, you cannot hide because you're scared to see him. It's nothing. I doubt he'll even mention it. Especially in front of Theo. It's when the two of you are alone that I'd worry."
Draco didn't mention her sex life, but Daphne did. And not just one time. No, no, no, the bitch kept bringing it up, and Hermione was seconds away from making use of the knife laying across Draco's plate.
It had started out small.
Hermione slid into the booth, finding herself sitting beside the object of both her fantasies, and frustrations. Daphne sat across from them, scooting herself closer to Theo. And it was when he opened his mouth, that Hermione was positive her friend had texted him with some of the details.
"So, Granger. Why is your hair so fucked?" Theo asked, taking his menu from the waiter that stood at their table.
Draco stiffened beside her. "Water, please." She told the waiter, plucking the menu from his hand and flipping it open in front of her. "I'm sorry, did you say something to me?" She asked Theo when he coughed into his hand. "I was too busy ignoring you."
"Why's your hair fucked, Granger? What were you doing in the parking lot after work?" He repeated, a grin crossing his face. There was a thud beneath the table as Draco, she assumed, kicked Theo's shin.
"Why are you asking? Since when are you so interested in my sex life?" Hermione fired back, her fingers tightening on the laminated pages of her menu.
Theo rested his chin on his fist as he leaned on the table, the old wood creaking. "Well, you and Draco were there pretty late from what I heard, and -"
"She was fucking McLaggen in the parking lot." Draco rumbled at her side. "Not me, but if it had been me, at least we would have been inside where there was heat." It couldn't have been an accident when his fingers brushed against her thigh.
"Cars have heat, Malfoy." Theo argued.
"True, but he didn't bother to turn it on."
"So, a shag in a car did that to your hair then? Offense intended, but it looks like a bird nest that fell out of the tree, and then hit every branch on the way down." She was going to strangle Theo with the chain that hung between the front counters.
"Oh, no," Daphne remarked, twirling her straw in her drink. "It went on for at least another hour once she got home. Sadly for our dear Hermione, Cormac was called into work, and she was left all alone."
"Would you shut up?" Hermione finally hissed, her eyes narrowing as she threw her wallet on the table. "I'll be back; I need to use the loo." It was a lie, and judging by the way Daphne clammed up, her friend knew it. Hermione slipped out of the booth, making her way to the back of the restaurant, and pushed the women's door open.
Not bothering to turn the lock, she just leaned against the sink, and put her face in her hands. It wasn't like her to care at all, at least about trivial things such as relationships. No, Ronald had ruined that rather spectacularly for her. Two years of her life wasted - yes, it was a waste when she thought of all the things she ought to have been doing - and what did she have to show for it?
She looked up as the door was pushed open, expecting to see Daph coming to give her a sheepish apology, but it was so much worse.
"This is a women's restroom." She told him, resting her palms against the edge of the sink, and gripping it tightly.
"I'm well aware," Draco told her, locking the door behind him. "What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me?" She echoed. "It's not as if I enjoy hearing about my sex life second hand. I was there."
He sucked in a breath. "Yeah, so was I."
She wished the earth would open up and swallow her whole. Her confidence was higher than it had ever been in her life, coming from a childhood where she'd had buck teeth, and had been flat chested, and the point was that if it had been anyone but him who had seen her - Hermione wouldn't have cared. She was comfortable with her body, but this wasn't the same as being in front of him while working. "I should have looked away."
He shrugged, taking a step toward her. "Yet you didn't. Is there a reason for that, Hermione?" His chest was an inch from hers as he towered over her. "Tell me, was there a reason you didn't look away while you came over his cock?"
She swallowed, slowly tapping her fingers against the while porcelain, her nervousness etched into her face. "I was surprised that you looked so angry." The lie slipped between her lips too easily, and his eyes only grew darker. "It's not as if it's the first time someone's shagged in the parking lot." Hermione shrugged, casting her gaze away from him.
"That's not why, and you know it. I don't know why you lie to yourself." He breathed, tilting her chin up. "I saw that guilty look cross your face when you screamed. Who did you pity? Was it me because I was forced to watch," he pinned her against the sink with his body, his hands covering hers. "McLaggen fuck my little girl?"
Hermione shivered as his breath fanned across her neck, shaking her head quickly, but she didn't move away from him.
"Or was it," his knee slid between legs, parting them slightly. "Because you weren't even thinking of him while he was fucking you?"
Hermione made a mistake when she looked up at him. "You're conceited, and you have no idea what you're talking about."
He let go of her instantly, and she ached for him. "I don't?" Draco laughed. "As much as you like to pretend nothing has changed, you know that everything has."
There was no need for him to tell her in detail, to remind her of exactly how good they were together. Hermione clenched her thighs together, the motion nearly unnoticeable, beneath her jogger. "We agreed that it wouldn't change anything, Draco. I can't work for you, and want you at the same time. It wouldn't work."
"You're the one who's not interested in trying."
She gaped at him, her fingers fisting in his wool jogger as he pulled away. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Hermione hissed. "I don't know what you want me to tell you. It's-"
"We could start with how you're lying to yourself." His fingers tangled in her hair. "Hermione, I don't fucking care that you're with other men. I care if you're with them because you think I'm not an option for you."
"You're my boss," she growled, and really, if that was what she thought, she'd have let go of him.
Or she'd have shoved him away when he turned her and slammed her against the wall, causing the mirror across from them to shake. "Who gives a fuck?" Draco snarled, and then -
He was kissing her hard, lifting her up, and wrapping her legs around his hips. She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair.
"Draco," she whimpered, and then came the pounding on the door.
Setting her down, he didn't let her go. "What?" He called out.
"Our food is at the table. Daphne and I ordered for the two of you. Try not to break anything, yeah?" Theo called back, and she could hear his footsteps as they grew quieter.
Wide-eyed, she stared at him. "That didn't happen."
He grinned. "It did."
Rolling her eyes, she stressed, "This can't happen." Her heart didn't slow down as she left him barely standing against the wall. In fact, she found that it hurt her to think of not dragging him back inside the miniscule room.
Well, there's the dramione. Whatever will happen? There's my plot starting to move. I'm eager to see your thoughts, and hope you'll leave me something, even if it's a question! Which if you do, it's easier to reply on tumblr: mrsren96.