This will hopefully make you forgive me for the non dramione smut last chapter.

Chapter Four

Daphne had apologized profusely to Hermione.

She didn't particularly care that Daphne and Theo had tried to team up and push her towards Draco. She was certain it would have happened on it's own. It was clear from their short encounter in the women's restroom that his touch still made her feel like flames licked against her skin. And to be called his little girl, it was- she wasn't sure how to look at him and not slam him against the nearest wall.

But she behaved herself.

The next few days at the Shrieking Shack passed without a word exchanged between them of how he'd told her how she refused to try, or how good they still were together. She found that her gaze strayed toward him more than she'd like to admit. He knew it too; the smug bastard had flirted with a random bitch in the club.

Ignoring each other had gone well until he mistakenly sent her a text that was meant for someone else while she sat in the middle of her Tuesday class. I can't pay back the loan all at once. The club is finally bringing in what it's supposed to. Can we arrange payments?

Sliding out from the table, she quietly made her way out of the room and into the brightly lit corridor. Pressing call, and lifting her cell phone to her ear, it only rang three times. "Hello?" He sounded worked up, and there was a clink in the background that she knew was ice sliding against the inside of a tumbler. "Granger, did you pocket dial me?"

"What loan did you take out for the club?" She asked, stuttering over the beginning of her sentence. "Draco, that message-"

"Fuck," he hissed, and there was a loud crashing sound in the background. "Fuck, I'll clean it up later; don't worry about it. It's nothing you need to worry about."

"No," she said. "It didn't sound good. Tell me the truth. I already know, Malfoy, and unless you want me digging around in your affairs-"

He snorted. "Are you trying to guilt me into telling you? As my employee, it's really none of your business how I make this club run."

She drew her lip in between her teeth. "And as your friend? What about then, Draco? I could help you. How much is the loan?"

The four beeps signaled his entrance into his office. "I don't want you worrying about this. It's your job to dance, alright? There's no need for you to be involved in this-"

"It's fucking bad, isn't it?" There was a long pause. "Who did you take a loan from, Malfoy. I swear to God if you don't tell me-"

"You'll what?" She could hear the smile in his voice. "What could you possibly threaten me with?"

"I'll quit."

Malfoy sucked in a breath. "I'm sorry, you'll what?"

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "You said it yourself, that everything has changed. I know that you love seeing me there every night. If you can't trust me as your friend, then why would I stick around? There's other clubs I could-"

"That's low for even you, Hermione." He said quietly. "I don't see what difference it makes, but under no circumstances can anyone else find out about this. It would cause a panic about jobs, and I can't afford it right now. Not Daphne either."

"I know how to keep a secret, Daddy." It was a thrill to say it once more, to hear his labored breathing as she slumped against the white wall. "I've kept that secret for eight months, haven't I?"

"You fucking witch," he growled.

She considered meeting him at his flat. She knew exactly where it was, and having picked her car up earlier from Sirius, it wasn't like she had to depend on Daph for her coming and goings. Her deliberation was short lived because she knew if she let herself set foot in his posh flat - that she would end up in his bed with him.

Tangled amongst the sheets with sweat dripping from their bodies while she begged for release. As much as she wanted to do just that, and she did, she really did, Hermione text him to ask if they could meet after hours at the club. All of the employees, and guests would be long gone by two in the morning.

The parking lot was empty when she pulled in, parking beside his black sports car. Tightening her jacket around her, Hermione walked briskly to the set of glass double doors. Her copy of the key to the Shack dangled from her keychain and she unlocked it quickly, casting a look over her shoulder.

Inside, the club was bathed in a soft pink light; Draco hadn't flipped them off yet, and before she made her way past the bar, she ducked behind it to grab a bottle. Her favorite wine was towards the front, and she hurried towards his office.

And then the normal code didn't work, and with her eyebrows drawing together, she punched in a guess. Zero - Nine - One - Nine. The green light lit up and she laughed as she pushed the door open. "My birthday? Are you bloody serious?"

He tapped a ballpoint pen against the calendar that covered his desk. "You told me passcodes are typically important dates, Granger."

"Yes, and since when is September nineteenth and important date for you, Malfoy?"

He snorted. "Are you going to sit down, or what? I'd rather not listen to you scold me all night."

She dropped her bag into the left chair and sunk into the right. "Hand me that corkscrew that's in your desk, would you?" Hermione caught it and jammed it into the cork on the bottle. "So, start from the beginning?"

Draco sighed, leaning back in his chair and glaring at the ceiling. "When I inherited the Shrieking Shack from my father, it wasn't doing well. Lucius hoped that new blood would help, but it didn't. Before Daphne told me she wanted me to hire you, fuck, before Daphne even worked here - it was taking my personal bank account to fund the club. It wasn't profitable."

She took a long drink of wine, setting the glass bottle on his desk. "I see, and you took a loan?" He nodded. "Why is it that I have the awful hunch you didn't take a loan from a bank?"

He rolled his eyes. "Who else would I take a loan from, Granger?"

"It's my well educated guess that you've taken a loan from someone who would rather break your kneecaps, or worse, than someone who would double your interest. Am I right?"

The man across from her was silent, but with the way his eyes darkened, Hermione's stomach dropped. "I missed a few payments, and now he wants it all at once, or he could take over the club completely if he wanted to."

"Meaning you used the club as collateral." Hermione deadpanned. "Who was it? Anyone I know?"

He snorted, yanking open the bottom drawer of it and pulling a bottle of scotch out by the neck. "I have no doubt you've heard his name, but he was an associate of my father. What do you know about Tom Riddle?"

The glass of wine she held in her hand slipped in her shock, and shattered against the floor. The dark red liquid splashed across her trainers and her joggers. "I know you would be lucky if all he did was break your kneecaps, Draco. What were you thinking?"

"I was considering the fact that I hadn't planned on missing payments at all, and this would have been fine within the year. I've been making monthly payments to him for a year, and I'd only missed the last two. Suffice to say, he doesn't appreciate tardiness."

She scoffed. "Fucking clearly. I met him all of one time, and - that was why you were in such a dreadful mood that night." Hermione accused. "You said you needed a distraction; it was because he'd just left your office, wasn't it?"

"How the fuck do you remember that? It was early March and it's December now."

"You'll find there's not much I don't remember about you." She murmured, kicking her shoes off and peeling her drenched socks off. "Fuck, will you hand me that first aid kit?"

He grabbed it for her while she hobbled around his desk. "Stop walking on your foot if you've cut it, you idiot." Draco grumbled, seizing her by the waist and sitting her atop his calendar. "It's not bad. So," he said while he wiped her foot off, cleaning the cut that dripped a tiny bit of blood. "now you know."

"How much do you owe him?"

"Granger-"

"If you were to call him and ask to meet him to pay it off, how much would you need to hand over?" Hermione asked softly, unsure of why her voice was so soft. It wasn't as if anyone else was in the club. "You're stalling; tell me."

"There's about £50,000 left to pay. Don't look at me like that. Running a business like this isn't cheap."

She nodded, an idea that he would most certainly hate already forming in her head. So she didn't mention it, choosing to take care of it herself. "I understand. What will you do? I could pay for it."

Draco shook his head, not noticing at all how she drew her bottom lip in between her teeth. "Absolutely not. I spoke with Tom earlier, and we've come to an agreement."

"Do you get to keep your kneecaps?" She sniggered. "Draco, would you mind grabbing a new wine glass, and the mop? My foot is throbbing."

It was a lie, but he only rolled his eyes before raising from his chair, his fingertips brushing the insides of her thighs. She shivered beneath his touch, waiting for the black door to close before she sank into the chair, unlocking his phone -also his birthday- and finding Tom Riddle's number. Hermione texted it to herself, and then deleted it from Draco's phone.

And then he was back before she could drop his phone. Even with the beeping to warn her when he was coming through his door any moment she froze.

"Are you going through my phone, Granger?" He asked her, tossing her a bottle of Merlot.

Glancing down, she felt a very real irritation when she saw she'd accidentally tapped on a text message thread from Katie Bell, one of the dancers who hadn't hid her jealousy well. "Why the fuck is Katie sending you topless pictures?"

His eyes widened, and she noticed he'd forgotten the mop. His nostrils flared as he growled at her. "Why the fuck do you care? It's not as if I wouldn't find you sending pictures of your tits to McLaggen i I went through your phone."

Hermione dropped his phone to the top of his desk, leaving the bottle of wine. "I'm fucking jealous." She hissed, yanking on the shoulder strap of her purse. "You're the one who told me I was the one who was unwilling to try, but I'm thrilled I didn't bother because it's clear you're the one who doesn't care."

"Hermione," he caught her by the crook of her elbow. "Katie sent it to me randomly, and I had to discuss with her why she couldn't do that. You weren't here tonight to watch her storm out of here in tears because I told the bitch I wasn't interested."

Her mouth dried as she looked up at him. "Did she quit?"

"Why? Because you can't stand to look at her?" Draco smirked, his grip loosening on her arm. "She quit."

"Good." Hermione bit out, turning away from him. "I'm going to go home, and I'll see you Thursday." If she came out of her meeting with Tom Riddle in one piece.

Her phone was ringing when she unlocked the door to her flat, and she answered without even glancing at the name. "Hello?" She dumped her keys into the dish on the table, shrugging out of her jacket while looking around the room.

Daphne had left a note on the table, telling Hermione to not wait up for her since she'd gone to visit Astoria.

"I had something to ask you." Draco's voice was low, raspy in her ear as she heard the familiar sound of ice sliding around in his scotch glass. "I got home, and realized something you told me in my office."

Hermione made her way into her bedroom, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Oh? What would that be? It must be important if it couldn't wait until Thursday."

He laughed, and her insides felt as if they were twisting. "You told me there wasn't much you didn't remember about me. I wanted you to explain that."

Her breath caught sharply in her throat. "I - that's hardly appropriate." She said weakly, laying against her pillows. "Why would you want to know about that?"

"If you tell me something, I'll do the same with you." He told her quietly, and her fingers strayed to the edge of her pants.

"You've been drinking." Hermione pointed out. "This is a bad idea, Draco. You're my boss now."

"I was your boss when I fucked you from behind while you ate Daphne's wet cunt." He rasped, and fuck, she whimpered. "Somehow that didn't stop you from begging for more of me."

Hermione shuddered, inching her joggers down her legs while holding the phone up with her shoulder. "There's nothing I have forgotten about you," she murmured. "I - you're impossible to forget. That's all, but it doesn't mean this is a good idea."

He laughed, and she was addicted to the rich sound. "Tell me, Hermione." He coaxed her. "Do you remember how full you feel when I slide inside of your tight cunt?"

"I do," she gasped, her fingers sliding into her knickers to touch herself. "I remember how you fucked me against a wall in university where anyone could have seen us, how you put my legs over your shoulders, and how you wouldn't let me come. I miss that, the way you controlled," her breathing hitched as her finger slid across her clit. "Me. I miss that the most."

"Would you like to know what I miss, princess?"

She nodded fervently to no one, and mumbled, "Yes."

"I miss the way your throat feels around my cock when I fuck your pretty little mouth, but you like that too, don't you? I remember how you wanted me to be rough, how you wanted to be dominated, and you wanted someone to take care of you , didn't you?"

She whimpered loudly. "I did - I still do, because Ron - he was, well, you know."

"I'm quite aware." He rumbled. "Do you know what kind of torture it is to watch you dance every night? It's exquisite torture, and all I can think about is taking you into my office."

"I've imagined what it would be like to be bent over your desk more times than I want to admit." She moaned, her finger sliding inside of herself. "Oh, you're the worst."

"When you were sitting on my desk earlier, I thought of how easy it would be to tug your leggings down, spread your legs, and eat you out."

Hermione legs shook as she forced herself to stop before she came. "You could do that if you were here," she told him weakly. "I'm dripping, and it didn't take anymore than a few words. Of all the bloody men who could have been my boss, it had to be you."

Draco ignored her. "Touch yourself for me. Close your eyes, and imagine I'm in your bedroom spreading your legs, and it's my fingers rubbing your clit."

"Only if you'll do the same," she breathed. "I want to know you're stroking your cock while you're listening to me. Draco, fuck, I'm so-"

"I know." He told her softly, and she knew he was smirking. "Tell me what you're wearing, princess."

"I'm," there was a rustling on her end as she set the phone down, yanking her top over her head so she could unclasp her bra and lay against the pillows. "I've just taken my top, and my bra off. Now I'm sliding my knickers down my legs." Hermione told him, hooking her thumb into the waistband as she held the phone. "What are you doing?"

"I'm sitting in my living room with my trousers undone, and I'm gripping my cock while I listen to you whimper. I'm sure you remember how you can't come without my permission, don't you?"

She sucked in a breath. "I don't think that's fair; I'm incredibly needy." Hermione argued, rubbing her clit while listening to his voice. It was low raspiness that fucked her up, and the way he was blunt with her - telling her exactly what he wanted to do to her. "Daddy, please?"

He chuckled, and she felt week. "Absolutely not; you've teased me for months, Hermione. I'm not going to take mercy on you now just because you're begging me."

"And if I come without permission?" She dared to ask him, and was disappointed by the silence. "Talk to me then,"

"The weather-"

She cut him off with a growl. "I meant tell me what you would do if you were here. Would you tease me? Would you put me on my knees? Would you-"

"I'd ask you to strip for me, only me." He told her roughly, and her stomach tightened once more. "And then I'd put you on your knees to suck my cock while I fucked your mouth. My real question is what do you want me to do?"

She was quiet for a moment, whimpering as her nail scraped against her sensitive clit, making her tremble. "I'd want you to fuck me," she whispered, and he was the only one who made her quite this nervous. "while I was on my back with my legs over your shoulders because you feel so much deeper like that. Then I'd drag your hand to my throat.."

But of course he made her say it outloud.

"I want you to choke me, Daddy." She grinned at his loud groan, knowing he was just as fucked as she was. "I want you to fuck me like a whore, until I'm screaming, until I'm begging to come over your cock.. Can I have that?" Hermione's two fingers slid inside of her, curling against her walls, and making her cry out his name.

"Fucking - can I see you?"

She panicked.

"Not in person because I know you'll probably flee your apartment like a fucking idiot, but-"

She had a particularly nasty habit of cutting him off. "Video chat?" Hermione asked him, already swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She padded across the room to yank her chair out from her desk. "I'd rather use my laptop for this; it would be better quality."

He groaned. "Fine, let me just walk across my flat, that has all glass windows, with my fucking cock in my hand."

She giggled, and when his name came across the screen, she swallowed before answering. This was still a bad idea even if they weren't physically together. It was only leading to one thing, but she couldn't bring herself to stop.

Draco came across her screen with his hair deliciously tousled, the top several buttons of his shirt undone, and his tie draped around his neck. His sleeves were rolled up, and her tongue darted out to dampen her lips. "I'd like for you to tie my hands with your tie." She told him.

Hermione leaned back in the chair, bracing her feet against the edge of her desk, and fully exposing herself. At the bottom of the screen, she could see his cock in his grip as he slowly stroked it. "Oh, my fucking God." It was an animalistic sound that made her shudder at the thought of it sounding directly in her ear. "I want nothing more than to drive to your flat."

"Yours would be better. It's more private." She shrugged, reaching to touch her clit once more. "Is this what you wanted to see, Daddy? It would be so much better if it was you instead of my fingers." Softly moaning as her fingers sunk inside of her. "Your fingers are so much longer than mine, and-"

He was smirking. "Do you remember how I like to punish you?" She nodded. "Tell me, princess. I want to hear you say it."

She stuttered over her words while her fingers moved faster. "When it was Daphne and I, and I came without your permission, you," she moaned at the fucking memory. "you spanked me. You made me count them, and then you made me thank you for them because they felt so bloody good."

"Then you know what will happen if you come now, don't you?"

She stared at him, her eyes narrowing before a wicked grin spread across her face. "Oh, Daddy," she said quietly. "I want you to punish me." With her fantasies being pulled to the forefront of her mind, and the way he looked at her as if he wanted to devour her, she couldn't help but come over her fingers.

Hermione screamed, but not his name. Her neighbors would undoubtedly know just how kinky she was with the loud cry of "Daddy!" that spilled from her lips.

And then, while watching him stroke his cock, and telling him "Won't you come for me? I could sink to my knees, or I could straddle your waist, and ride you." Hermione sucked her fingers clean.

Draco was going to spank her until she couldn't sit down, and really, that was exactly what she wanted.