Here we have another update. I apologize for it being shorter than the others, but on the bright side it's all dramione. All the way through. Weird that in a few weeks it will be over, and every time I get bored I just want to update sooner. -shrugs-

Chapter Seven

The following week she stayed late at the club nearly every night to do upkeep on the electronic logging. Changing everything over was an overhaul, and she wasn't getting much work done when Draco was pinning her to every surface in the club.

By Thursday she'd sucked his cock while he sat in his office chair, downing a glass of scotch - and she was certain he'd drank an entire bottle as well. When she was logging inventory from behind the bar, the painstaking task of pulling each bottle out to get a count of what their true inventory was - excluding the bottles of wine she'd drank while he drank scotch, but it was worth mentioning that Hermione tried to pay for it, and in the end Draco wrote it off. While she was bent down doing that, Draco had grabbed her by the hips, bent her over the bar, and brought her off with his fingers.

While on the stage - she was checking for damages, because if they were really checking everything inside of the club, she might as well see if a work order was needed for upkeep - he'd stripped her, laying her across the stage while he made her come twice, and she had told him that the position sixty nine sounded like a marvelous idea.

Yet he hadn't fucked her. Hermione wasn't quite thinking he wanted it to be a special occasion, but she was certain he didn't want to fuck her inside the club. At least not the first time he had her as hers. Nevermind that, she was sure he was going to be buried inside of her by the end of the night when she and Daphne visited his flat. Or she hoped he would be, because it had been weeks since she'd had sex, and while obviously there were others she could call, she wasn't interested.

So if she wasn't in the same room with Draco Malfoy and a bed by the end of the week, she would make it happen.

Draco had always watched her while she danced. She'd have been a fool to not notice that much, but somehow it was different now. A bit more alluring, probably because it was a taboo thing, taking your boss's cock down your throat, and giving him private shows. Thankfully with Daphne giving her the push she needed, Hermione could not give less of a fuck.

And yeah, she realized she wouldn't be able to go on forever working for him. It would prove to be too much for one of them eventually, and she would probably end her job here long before that. At this point she did have enough saved to return to university full time, and with how much she'd done before losing her scholarship, she was confident she could wrap her schooling up within a year. Hermione suspected it would become too much for him first.

While watching her right now was thrilling with the way she 'accidentally' flipped her skirt up to flash him, and the filthy pictures she texted him when she locked the dressing room door behind her. But men did try to grab at her, to grope her tits when she passed the bar, and while she was capable of throwing a drink over someone, Draco would fuck them up.

And that would be bad for business.

The night before her exams, she'd grabbed a bottle of wine - this one paid for, she'd gone to a shop before work - and ran a bath. Daphne was out with Theo; the two of them had gone to see a movie, and Hermione had given her hell before she left.

All she wanted to do was relax in their oversized bathtub, drink wine, and possibly call Draco. Having no idea what he was up to outside of work, she hadn't made up her mind quite yet. But then her phone rang, and his name popped up over the screen. "Hello?" She answered, her voice echoing in the bathroom. Hermione looked at herself in the mirror as she answered, dressed in a silk robe tied loosely around her body, and she held a stemless wine glass in her hand. "Draco?"

There was a sound of a car beeping, and then the door shutting. "Hey, are you busy?" He asked her, and she looked longingly back at the tub, which was nearly filled with hot water.

"Depends on your idea of busy. I'm too busy to go anywhere with you, but I'm not doing anything." She was lifting the glass to her lips, and taking a sip when the doorbell rang. "Fuck, hang on. Someone is at the door."

"Oh? Were you expecting someone?"

"No," she grumbled, making sure the silk belt was tied tightly enough so her tits wouldn't pop out. "Daphne probably forgot her bloody purse, and she always forgets her keys too." Hermione didn't bother to check the ornate dish on the table to see that Daphne's keys were in fact gone. Throwing the door open, her eyes widened. "Did you buy me a flower shop?" She snorted, opening the door wider for him to step inside.

Draco couldn't see over the large bouquet, and Hermione took the vase from his hands, setting it on the table. "What do owe the surprise visit for? Not that I'm complaining, they're gorgeous." Hermione stroked one of the petals before locking the door.

He looked her over once, and then twice. "I was passing a shop, and saw them. So I turned around, but if I'm interrupting something.." He trailed off.

"Oh, no. I was running a bath." She laughed. "Do you have anywhere else to be?" Hermione asked then, and when he shook his head, she smiled widely. "Would you like to join me then? It's a rather large tub." Squealing when he picked her up, Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist while resting her arms on his shoulders. "To the left - no, your other left." She sniggered, clawing at his jacket, pulling it back, and kissing down his neck.

Draco carried her into the bathroom, setting her down, and moving to rip the belt right off of her. Until she swatted his hands away. He growled under his breath, letting her slip the jacket from his shoulders, and he tugged his shirt off himself. Hermione fumbled with the button on his jeans, and while he slid them off, and kicked off his shoes, she took another drink of the wine she'd left on the counter. And this time she let him pull on the end of the belt, unraveling it, and her robe fell open, exposing her bare skin.

Her pert tits were barely exposed, the robe still covering her partially, but her nipples stiffened against the thin fabric. "Fuck," he snarled, pinning her to the counter, and slipping his hand between her legs. "You look so fucking innocent, but I know you're not." He murmured in her ear, and her knees were weak as he rubbed her clit.

Hermione let her robe pool on the floor while she led him to the tub, stepping inside, and setting her glass on the rack. He chuckled behind her, sitting behind her, the water sloshing forward, and over the sides a bit. She hadn't remembered to turn the water off before she answered the door. "Is that specially made for your wine glasses?" Draco asked her, nuzzling her neck, his arms snaking around her waist.

"I enjoy my wine." She defended, laying her head against his shoulder. "It was my plan to take a relaxing bath to unwind before my exams tomorrow, but I doubt I'll be relaxing with you here."

He laughed. "I won't fuck you yet." He whispered in her ear. "Why don't you let me help you relax, Hermione?" His hands moved to her shoulder, massaging them, and her head fell forward.

Hermione gathered her hair, tying it up in a loose bun on top of her head while he gave her a massage. "Right there," she whimpered.

"There's a knot here, Hermione." He told her, applying more pressure until she moaned.

She felt boneless with her back settled against his chest while he worked her with his hands, and though it broke his concentration, she leaned back to kiss him, cupping his cheek in her hand. And his hand dropped to her breasts, kneading the soft globes, and rolling her nipples between his fingers while gasped. "More," she begged quietly, parting her legs below the water.

His left hand came to her chin, gripping it, and tilting it to the side while he bit the spot on her neck she liked the most. Reaching below the water, Draco's fingers moved over her clit, massaging the sensitive nub while she rocked against him, moaning, and whimpering that it all felt too good. But when two fingers slid inside of her, Hermione collapsed against his chest. "Oh,Daddy," she moaned, and then she shrieked when he added a third finger. "Oh, my fucking God. Draco!"

His fingers thrust in and out of her harder with each movement, until she's shaking against him, and he's positive she's moment away from falling apart under his touch. "You're such a good girl," he murmured in her ear, his forearm settling across her throat. "Do you like it rough, Hermione?"

She nodded, grinding back against his hand as he fucked her with his fingers. "I like it rougher." She managed to get out.

"And would you like for Daddy to fuck you now?" He snarled in her ear, slamming his fingers inside of her. "Would you like for me to fill you with my cock like you've been begging me for?"

"God, yes, please."

"Out of the tub then, love."

She didn't need to be told twice. Despite wanting to rush to her bedroom, Hermione carefully stepped out of the tub because she knew she would absolutely fall if she didn't. Her bedroom was just across the hall, and he shut the door behind her. "Draco, I,"

He silenced her by kissing her, gripping her small waist in his hands, and she could feel his thick cock against her belly. "I know, Hermione." He murmured before turning her around. "I want you to bend over on the bed for me, and I want you to tell me if you're okay with this, do you understand?"

She nodded. "Safe word, I assume?" She asked without looking over her shoulder. "I remember when you had Daphne and I use them that night."

"I think you remember an awful lot about that night, little girl. Why is that?" Draco asked her, and she was positive that he already remembered that she'd lamely picked a safeword of watermelon because she saw it written across a bottle in the club. "I asked a question." He whispered in her ear.

"I remember because it was one of the, if not the most, hottest things I've ever done." She admitted. "I never told you, because why would I, but Daphne and I experimented one time after that night."

"Did you enjoy it?" He asked her, smirking when she nodded. "You've always been a filthy thing though, haven't you? Going down on your best friend while I take your tight cunt from behind?" He knew it made her drip to hear about that night. It was a bit unlike her, and Daphne was the only other female she'd been with, but there was just something about him saying it.

"Yes." She answered. "Did you like how her cunt felt wrapped around you when you let me ride your tongue?" Hermione shot back, gasping when he spanked her.

Draco didn't tell her what to do. Instead he picked her up and put her on her bed, on her knees with his hand on her back to push her forward. "I enjoyed having two little girls so eager to please me like the little sluts they act like, yes." He growled, and she was fucked. Utterly fucked. "Since you remember so much, you should know what to do."

And then he spanked her arse hard, and she cried out, "One!" Of course she didn't have to look to know he was smirking. Each time Draco spanked her, he would massage her arse cheek after, so careful as to not hurt her permanently.

He gave her twenty swats, and she was soaked. "So pretty for me," he told her, tangling his fingers in her hair, and pulling her back to her knees. "I'll let you choose how I fuck you."

She pouted. "I want to suck your cock first."

He shook his head. "I think I've waited far too fucking long, love."

Not saying a word, Hermione leaned forward to rest on her arm, pushing her arse in the air. While it might be one of the ways he liked to take her in most, it happened to be her favorite. His cock slid so much deeper when he took her from behind - she remembered and -

Draco didn't tease her; instead, sliding into her tight pussy, and bottoming out, and she screamed at how full she felt. Gasping, her fingers clenched at the bed sheets while he withdrew until only the tip was left inside of her, and then slammed into her roughly again.

And she'd asked for it rough, and he pulled her hair, and whispered how good she was, how hot she was wrapped around him. He was the only man she'd ever been able to finish with, with only penetration, and every time his cock slid into her, she felt as if she were teetering on the edge of her orgasm. Hermione reached for her clit, rubbing in quick circles as she moaned under him.

He murmured how she was perfect, and she wasn't sure if she was meant to hear it with how quiet his voice was. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," he panted, tugging on her curls - they had long since slipped from her hair tie - and dragging his nails down the soft skin of her back.

Hermione screamed. She didn't care about her bloody neighbors, who immediately banged on the floor from overhead. "I'm coming." She shrieked, and he pulled her up, his fingers wrapping tightly around her throat.

"Are you going to come on my cock, you filthy, fucking girl?" He growled, still slamming into her as he swatted her hand away from her sensitive clit. "This is mine." He told her, rubbing quick circles much better than she'd been able to. "You're fucking mine."

"Yes," she sobbed, clinging to his arm, her nails digging into his forearms as she screamed in pleasure. She might have came twice, one after another. She wasn't completely sure if that was the case, or if he had merely given her the most mind blowing orgasm of her life - and yeah, that was saying something considering all of her partners she'd had in life -, but Hermione was certain she was going to pass out.

Draco had stayed the night, and she didn't have to deal with Daphne hovering outside her door all night. At some point she'd sent Hermione a text about visiting Astoria, but she'd been too busy fucking Draco to notice.

The other times, he'd muffled her cries with his palm the her neighbors wouldn't call the police, which he was certain they were on the verge of.

And after four more times, Hermione crawled out of bed to find her phone and order takeaway. Having stolen his shirt, she much preferred him shirtless, Hermione lounged on the couch in the living room while laying on his chest. Their food would be delivered any minute, and she would just cover up with a blanket when he answered the door.

He told her to not put her knickers on, and she was eager to listen, knowing it would lead to him slipping inside of her again when she climbed into his lap. When the doorbell did ring, her phone vibrated in her lap as he was carrying their food back to the coffee table. "Who is it?"

She bit her lip. "Cormac. I've been so busy with you that I never bothered to tell him I was in a relationship, or, fuck, I don't know what we're calling this. But I've been too happy to waste time by telling him I'm not interested." She tossed her phone onto the table, grabbing her box of noodles.

He snorted. "So he was wanting to hook up then?"

She nodded, her mouth already full of food, and he rolled his eyes. "Can I ask you if Katie ever texted you again?"

Draco just handed her his phone. "Password is your birthday." He muttered, grabbing his own box.

Hermione blinked. "Really?" She asked, but then she tested it for herself, and it went through. "Draco, that's," she broke off, her eyes stinging. "That's actually so fucking cute."

"Granger," he started, red dusting his cheek bones, but he was cut off when she tackled him right off of the couch.

And he forgot about their food when she moved against him.