It's Friday somewhere in the world. I will be at a funeral tomorrow, and I'm not positive I'll be up in the morning. It's been a bad two weeks. I'll be back again next week! If you read Wanderlust, a new update is coming, and so are big things.

Chapter Six

Hermione had tried, and failed to keep her personal life separate from her job at the Shrieking Shack. She didn't care quite as much anymore, not when Draco had walked her to her car at eight a.m. when the ice finally allowed for her to drive home, and when he crushed her body to his, and kissed her so deeply she just wanted to take him home with her.

He was, in a word, frustrating. She was stubborn, a fact that did not go unnoticed by the two because three days passed before she was willing to bring it up. He wanted her to come to him the next time, and no, she didn't think it was because he needed to have that control over her, and it gutted her to hea Daphne call her out.

Hermione sat in her car outside of the club, with Daph beside her in her passenger seat, a cigarette poised between her fingers. "Just how long are you going to make him wait, Hermione? If you tell me this is about your fucking morals again, I swear -"

Hermione snorted, pushing her seat back, and crossing her legs as she sat against her leather seat. The heat was turned to the highest setting, and a thin layer of frost coated the parking lot, and her windows. "I think my morals went out the window the moment I let him nearly fuck me on the floor of the club." Her friend gasped, leaning towards her.

"You did? Why the fuck am I just now hearing about it?" She demanded, turning her head as she pressed the button to let the window down, and blow smoke into the cold night air.

Hermione pulled her jumper closer around her body when the chilly draft slid over her skin. "Could you close the window now?"She muttered. "Two nights ago, when I stayed late to help him switch to electronic logging, there were..one thing led to another, and I haven't been completely honest with you, I suppose."

Daphne was wide eyed as she put her cigarette out in the ashtray, leaning across the console with her elbows propped against it. "What is that supposed to mean?"

She smiled sheepishly. "We had phone sex three weeks ago, and then I ignored him." She flinched when Daphne swatted at her, the back of her head cracking against where her seatbelt met the interior of her car. "And then it just came to a head, and we were arguing, and I stripped for him."

"Just him," she clarified, grinning ear to ear.

Rolling her eyes, Hermione nodded. "Obviously. It's not as if there was anyone else in the club at three in the morning. The snow and ice was awful that night. We couldn't drive home."

"Tell me everything, Granger. I want to know all of the dirty details." Daphne gushed.

A playful grin twisted Hermione's lips. "He put me in the chair that's directly in front of the center stage, and went down on me." She muttered, hoping her friend wouldn't hear because -

Daphne squealed, and Hermione's hands flew up to cover her ears. "Oh my god." She shrieked, bouncing in her seat. Giggling herself, Hermione was certain that her best friend was more excited for Draco to have made a move toward her than she was. "So the two of you are together now? Keep going, tell me everything."

Hermione glanced at the time on her dash, and they still had twenty minutes before having to be inside. She shouldn't have insisted they leave so early on the off chance that the roads had iced over again. "I told him I wanted to be in his office so he would always be thinking of me." Hermione said quietly. "And then he shoved everything off his desk, had me lay on my back, and then fucked my throat."

Her friend, who had been carding her fingers through her blonde curls, froze in place. "I'm sorry, what? Can you explain the logistics behind that? Because I sure as fuck hope the mental image I have in my head is not what happened."

"Like the desk is here," she held her palm out flat, while making a crude representation that was her body - she used her index finger to describe where her body was. "and I'm lying here on my back, right? With my head hanging over the edge, and yeah."

"He's standing?" Daphne asked, and she shrieked at Hermione's nod. "It should be illegal to be so fucking hot. That man just oozes sex appeal. You didn't answer my question when I asked if it was official now."

Hermione winced. "I - well - no?"

"No?" Daphne questioned, her eyes narrowing. "Hermione Jean, I will fucking wreck you if you tell me it's because he's your boss."

Hermione muttered under her breath, "Not exactly. He wants me to come to him, and I don't want to." She clasped her hands in her lap, lacing her fingers and pulling them apart uneasily. "Daphne, you don't understand."

The blonde sucked in a deep breath, holding up her hand. "I get that it's your pride, but is your pride worth losing him when he's head over heels for you?"

Hermione's mouth dried. "I hadn't really thought of it like,"

"Hermione, love, I love you." Daphne brushed her hair over her shoulder. "So that's why I'd rather tell you something that hurts you now than watching you do something that hurts you later. You haven't thought about this at all. Why do you think he wants to you come to him?"

"He wants me to admit it, of course. I've been so stubborn and -"

"Ding dong, you are wrong." She chimed. "He wants you to come to him because he's fucking sick of having his heart crushed every time you turn him down. He has wanted you since university, and you are treating this as if it's a simple game when it's hurting him. Now tell me -"

Hermione snatched her keys from the ignition, mumbling for Daphne to lock her doors whenever she came inside. She twisted away from her friend, hurrying out of the car, and rushing across the parking lot, Her heart ached, a hollow feeling that she knew was due to the guilt that she hadn't thought beyond her own stubbornness at all.

Theo told hello, or she was pretty sure he did, but she ignored him and Goyle as she wrenched the door open. The club was in full swing, and she noticed Angelina hovering around the bar, talking to a man she hadn't seen before. Taking a quick once over, she saw that Draco wasn't on the floor at all.

Hermione weaved through the small crowd by the bar, making her way down the short hallway to his office. Smirking when the security code was still her birthday, and telling herself she was a fucking idiot, Hermione stepped inside. He glanced up at her as she shut the door behind her, her back pressed against the cold metal, with her fingers slipping from the handle.

"What is it?" His palm was flat against his tie as he stood, looking at her curiously while he stepped around his desk. "You're absurdly early; is something wrong?"

She shook her head, the realization that she hadn't really thought this far ahead. Hermione hadn't considered what she would say, or what she would - "I've been a real bitch to you." She blurted, tossing her purse into the seat across from his desk, though it tipped over and its contents spilled out. "And I'm sorry."

There was a flicker of something in his eyes, and Hermione took two steps toward him. Sliding her palms against his broad chest, her fingers fumbling with his silk tie that she'd like nothing more than to see tied around her wrists, she pressed her lips to his.

His hands gripped the tops of her arms, steering her towards the wall, where he pushed her up against it, and kissed her roughly. His teeth nipping at her bottom lip, and lifting her into his arms while she wrapped her legs around his waist. Gasping quietly, Hermione knotted her fingers in his hair, digging her heels into his back, pressing him closer to her. "Draco," she murmured, her nails scraping against his scalp.

"You are so goddamn stubborn." He growled, his hips pressing against hers, and she whimpered at the feeling of his erection grinding against her.

"I only have fifteen minutes," she laughed when his fingers pressed against her clit through her joggers. "Oh, fuck." She moaned, and his hand clamped over her mouth.

"Do you want to everyone in the club to know what you're doing?" He smirked, and again, he carried her to his desk, and knocked papers from it.

"Goyle is going to hate you," she bit out as he set her a top it.

He chuckled, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her pants, tugging them down. "Like he doesn't already?"

Hermione braced her hands against the wood of his desk, leaning backward while he cupped her through her knickers. "I'm going to make you come over my fingers." He rasped, his lips trailing against the shell of her ear. "Right here before you go change."

Hermione nodded, breathless.

"And while you dance, if anyone catches a glimpse of your dripping cunt, they'll know you belong to someone." His fingers sunk into her, and he covered her mouth once more when she nearly whined. "Who do you belong to, Hermione?" His words were accompanied by the sensation of his fingers curling inside her.

"You." She gasped, but she knew it wasn't the answer he was looking for when his ministrations stopped. "Daddy," she clutched his shoulders, wanting to drag his jacket from his shoulders. "I belong to Daddy."

He smirked, his thumb moving against her clit while his fingers thrust into her. "Sweet girl," he said quietly, and she was fucked. So fucked. She wasn't sure how she could stand to walk out of this room. His fingers moved quickly, and he dropped his head to her neck, and even though it was going to be next to impossible to cover up the new marks he left on her pale flesh, she didn't care.

No, she gripped the strands of his hair between her fingers, pulling him closer to her while she whimpered quietly. The booming music outside the door was loud enough to mask her soft sounds, the small moans, and whimpers that he dragged from her. "I'm going to come." Hermione said weakly.

And then his fingers were moving faster, her cunt clenching around them while she writhed on his desk. "Come for me, little girl." He growled, kissing her hard, silencing her shriek - but it was only muffled. Draco pulled away from her, smirking while she babbled incoherently as she rode out her orgasm, panting.

"Daddy, Daddy," she whimpered, dragging him back to her by his tie, wrapping it around her fist. "I want to stay here." She admitted.

In true Draco fashion, he melted from being utterly dominant over her, and kissed her temple softly. "You say that, but you know you're not quite ready to face this being public knowledge."

Hermione looked up at him, knowing she was probably already late in getting to the dressing room to be ready for her shift. Before speaking, she took him by the wrist, lifting his hand to her mouth to slide her tongue against the pads of his fingers, knowing just how it would affect him for the rest of the night. "Do you have plans after work?" She asked quietly.

He shook his head. "Have something in mind?" Draco smiled.

"Maybe an early breakfast at that restaurant by your flat?" Hermione grinned. "If you're not too busy that is."

"If I didn't know better, I would think you're asking me on a date, Hermione."

She snorted. "Would you just say yes?"

He nuzzled her neck. "Happily. I'll pick you up from your flat after you leave."

She grabbed a pair of tight jeans from her closet, and the first top she could grab that wasn't a ratty old jogger. Which was still a jogger nonetheless, but it was for her university. Wit stretched across her breasts, she debated changing into a dress, but he had asked her to dress casually. And it was just a twenty four hour diner they were going to, not an upscale restaurant.

And even though this was Draco, and she had already mentally reminded herself for the upteenth time that she did not want to fuck this up, she felt comfortable enough to wear the clothes she preferred to lounge in. Daphne wasn't home again, and even though Hermione knew for a fact that she was with Theo, probably at his flat for fuck's sake, she also knew neither of them had made a move. A bit hypocritical if you asked her but nevermind that.

Hermione grabbed her lip balm from the bowl near the front door, along with her keys, and handbag. Combing her fingers through her curls once more the best she could, which didn't do much, she still jumped when a knock at the door came. Adjusting the strap of her purse over her shoulder, Hermione looked through the peephole to see Draco before letting the door swing open.

"Hi," she beamed, drinking the sight of him in.

He wore dark jeans, and dark blue button up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms. His hair was touseled, not slicked back, and that was something he'd done started doing since she told him while drunk she liked his hair more that way. "Hey." He murmured, cupping the side of her cheek, and kissing her softly. "You taste like cherries." He laughed.

Hermione grinned, pulling her lip balm from her pocket, and putting it in front of his face. "I came prepared."

"You're ridiculous," he chuckled, taking her hand, and sliding his fingers through her own while he led her down the stairs. He'd left his car running in the closest parking spot with the lights on, and the heat going.

Hermione smiled to herself when he led her around the car, and opened the door for her. It was the first time she considered that he might be just as nervous as her in all of this. She pulled the seatbelt across her chest, and there was a soft click as it slid into the buckle. Setting her purse in the floorboard beside her feet, Hermione set her phone in the cup holder.

And it made her far too happy when he reached across the center console to take her hand again, driving with one hand. Though she and Daphne had gossiped near constantly after the one night they had spent together with Draco, and of how bloody attractive he was, it still surprised her. It was hardly fair for one man to look so hot while he was going the most mundane tasks - like driving for instance.

Draco drove through the streets of London, the light from the overhead street lamps bleeding into his car with one hand holding her, and the other holding the wheel. Like she had already noticed, his sleeves were rolled up, exposing muscular forearms that felt better when they were locked around her waist while he slammed into her.

It wasn't a bad train of thought, but she didn't need to be squirming in her seat before he took her to a wholesome, family owned restaurant.

Hermione unbuckled her seatbelt, moving closer to him while she released his hand, shifting to lean across the console. "Granger, what are you doing?"

"Keep driving," she muttered, her hand sliding over his collarbone before she kissed down his neck, nipping at the sensitive spot she'd found years earlier when he fucked her in a stranger's bed at a university party. Draco slid his free arm around her waist, holding her in place tightly. "I can't seem to keep my hands off of you." She admitted, and there was a very clear image in her head of what would happen if he pulled over on a dark street and she climbed into his lap.

He laughed, his left hand unclenching from the wheel, and he turned into the parking lot of the restaurant. "I'll have you know it was torture not being able to touch you." He murmured, tipping her chin up and pressing his lips to her briefly.

Hermione was content to stay right there, preferably ending up in his laps with his hands roaming over her body, but her stomach growled. His laugh was loud, his head tipping back as she blushed. "Let's return to that thought." Hermione told him, rolling her eyes, grabbing her purse from the floorboard and climbing out of the car.

Draco wrapped an arm around her shoulders as they walked across the parking lot, and she moved for the door just to test if he would move faster to grab it for her. He did, nearly slipping and busting his arse on a patch of ice he couldn't see. She giggled, covering her mouth in an attempt to hide her sniggering. "I'm sorry, it's just you don't have to rush for the door, and then you almost fell."

He rolled his eyes, holding the door open for her, and for the elderly couple that trailed in after them. Hermione waited just inside the door with a smile plastered over her face while she grabbed the second door for the couple.

Waiting beside Draco at the till, the hostess came to seat them, and they sat in a booth in the back corner of the restaurant. She was a bit taken when he slid into the seat next to her, rather than the seat across from her. His hand was warm against her thigh, squeezing it before moving his hand up higher. She squeaked.

"What can I get the two of you to drink tonight?" Their waitress asked without looking, flipping her notepad open.

"I'd like coffee, please." Hermione told her, and as her pen scratched across the paper, she lifted her hand to Draco's thigh, stroking his dick through his jeans.

"And for you, sir?" She asked without looking up. She was either to most oblivious woman Hermione had ever met, or she did not give a single, solitary fuck that these two adults were acting like randy teenagers.

"Earl Grey," it wasn't fair how unaffected he sounded in his drawl, and all while his hand parted her legs slightly beneath the table, and his fingers pressed against her clit. "Two can play at that game." He told her after their waitress left their table, and she glared at him.

"You started it." Hermione accused, moving her hand to merely lay against his thigh while she leaned her head on his shoulder. "I'm exhausted." She yawned.

Draco stroked the inside of her left absently, kneading the skin there softly. "You look a bit tired." He agreed. "University?" He guessed.

She yawned again, nodding. "I have two finals next week that I'm as prepared as possible for, but I'll worry about them until I get my marks back."

"I'm sure you'll do brilliantly." He murmured, dropping a kiss to the top of her head.

Though he couldn't see her grin, Hermione's smile was ear to ear. "I'm mostly excited to have the two weeks off, not that I attend many classes, but I'll have two real days off from the club." She sighed. All she truly planned to do was to take several hot bubble baths, drink far too much wine, and not leave her flat if she could help it. Meanwhile shopping online.

Though with the money she had paid back to Riddle, her bank account was severely low. And she froze, nearly biting her tongue, and the fact that Draco still had no idea she had met with Riddle. Before he could noticed how her back had stiffened, the waitress returned with their drinks, and Hermione resigned that she would tell him.

Just not tonight.

Hermione pushed her cup of coffee out in front of her, waiting for it to cool before to took a drink, and scalded her tongue. She rambled off her order with a smile, and it was the same thing she always had - a breakfast plate with eggs, and bacon. It was plain, and Daphne was always on her for never trying anything new.

"Has Theo mentioned anything to you about Daphne?" Hermione asked him, watching carefully when he nearly choked on his tea. "So, that's a yes." She deadpanned.

"He tells me they're content with being friends -"

Hermione rolled her eyes, having spent more than one night listening to Daph tell her how they would be so good together, and explaining in explicit detail why that was. "That's,"

"-which is bullshit, I know?" He finished with a wry smile. "Did Daphne put you up to something?"

She scoffed. "Hardly; I just think she is a hypocrite for giving me so much hell over not making any sort of move towards you when she's doing exactly the same thing."

"It's a bit different between me and Theo, Hermione. I made it clear I wanted you, and you shot me down. Theo has been too fucking awkward to make anything clear."

"What would you think if I asked you to help me make it happen then?"

"Make one choice, and decide you're the perfect matchmaker?" He arched an eyebrow. "What do you have in mind?"

She averted her eyes, looking around to see if anyone was close by. "I have a silly idea, but you're sure to hate it."

He snorted, nearly inhaling his tea through his nose as the cup clattered against the saucer. "With a delivery like that, you're probably right. Go on through. I'm sure it can't be that bad."

"The only reason Daphne would stop being so shy about this - which she is not shy, but Theo is, I don't know -is if she were jealous."

"Your idea is to be the one that causes that jealousy?" He asked, clenching his jaw, but for only a moment. "I'm following. Have you thought this out anymore?"

She shrugged. "I wanted to discuss it with you. It's not something I would ever do if it made you uncomfortable, but I had the thought that if we were all together - say we were drinking, I could snog Theo. Believe me, it doesn't take much for her to become green with envy."

He swallowed. "Sure, love." Draco replied.

Hermione stirred her coffee with the small straw the waitress had left on the table for her. "Maybe next week after my exams then?" She asked him, peering up at him. "Would you mind if we were at your flat?" She asked, tilting her head to the side.

"Not at all, but if you're too pissed to drive, you may just have to stay the night." He smirked, laying his arm across the back of the booth.

"And if I wanted to stay the night regardless? What about then?" Hermione asked coyly, sipping her coffee.

They must have sat in the booth for two hours, talking and laughing together long after they had eaten, and Draco had paid for the check.

And Hermione had definitely climbed into his lap as he sat in the driver's seat when he parked in the parking lot of her apartment complex.