Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine...

Warning: More smut.

I'm sorry.

I can't help myself. Draco and Hermione are on fire.

Bandit xx

Chapter Nine

They apparated into an alleyway, behind Flourish and Blotts. In the distance Hermione could see the aurors casting spells on the area as Harry directed them. Malfoy kept his hand on her back, steering her down the alley, leaning down to speak in her ear, "pull your hair over your right shoulder."

She turned, "what?"

"You have a rather large love bite on your shoulder," she could hear the smirk in his voice. "I apologize for that, by the way."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" she hissed, moving her hair, "you saw it earlier, didn't you?!"

His smile was wicked.

"You're impossible!" She huffed, hurrying forward so that his hand dropped off of her back as she reached Harry.

"Hermione," Harry greeted her, eyeing Malfoy over her shoulder, "did you bring him with you?"

"I happened to hear your patronus, Potter," Malfoy drawled, standing at her shoulder, "and considering I am on the case as well, I figured that I should accompany Granger."

Harry eyed the blonde. He adjusted his glasses, frowning at the pair of them, turning to Hermione, "I sent you my patronus an hour ago to your flat Hermione," he said accusingly, "what was he doing there that early in the morning?"

Malfoy grinned wolfishly. Hermione's face was on fire. "As it so happens, Potter," Malfoy said, "Something happened at Granger's flat last night that we need to discuss with you later. It pertains to the case."

"We'll discuss it later," he shot a questioning look at Hermione before turning to the mess in front of him, "If you want to take a magical scan of the body, you can," he said to Hermione, "you know, for your files."

"A magical scan of the body?" Hermione's eyes lit with excitement and interest.

"It's a charm the aurors use," Harry said, his colleagues scrambling to get out of his way as he strode towards the body. Harry never realized it, but he had a presence that could move mountains. "It takes a complete scan of the body."

"I have to go," Malfoy said at her shoulder. He apparated mid stride.

"Where did he run off to?"

Hermione stared at the empty place where Malfoy had just stood. "I have an idea…" she said slowly, "but I don't think it matters right now. Show me the body and how to do the charm."

Elizabeth Davis looked much like Bethany Rideout, the girl that had been discovered earlier that week. Her body hovered off the ground as a young auror with mousy features cast spells as he examined her. A crude E had been carved all over her skin. Hermione felt her heart swell with anger and sadness as she looked at the victim, this girl that had her live stolen from her.

"Is she muggleborn?"

"Well, yes," an auror near her answered, narrowing her eyes in confusion, "how did you know?"

Hermione's eyes didn't leave the body as she answered, "I'm with the Investigation Department."

"Hermione, there was another letter," Harry interrupted.

Hermione spun on her best friend. "Where?"

"I've had it sent back to your office," Harry ran his hand through his messy hair. "We couldn't open it."

"What do you mean you couldn't open it?" She demanded.

Harry stared blankly at the body in front of him. "It's cursed shut. You and Malfoy will have to try to figure it out."

She nodded. "The letters in my office?"

"Yes."

"Send over the notes on this spell and the results of what they find."

He didn't have time to answer before she apparated away.

...

"Granger!" Malfoy rushed towards her in the hall. Before she could say anything, he had grabbed her hand and pulled her into his office, kicking the door shut behind him.

"Malfoy, what on earth-"

He grabbed her upper arms, cutting her off, "I just discovered that Auror Steinbeck took a magical scan of the all the victims!" Malfoy said excitedly. "He's sending me the files and notes about the charms this very moment. If there's a mark on the bodies, we'll be able to find them."

Hermione's jaw dropped. "Malfoy, that's brilliant!"

His face broke into a wide, dazzling smile, his silver eyes twinkling. She found herself smiling back at him, her excitement flushing her cheeks. His gaze dipped to her lips and in a moment, he had her pressed against the wall, his hands in her hair, mouth falling onto hers.

Her head knocked against the wall and she laughed into his mouth. He smiled and took a step forward, pressing her against the wall, his body flush with hers. His teeth tugged on her lip making her sigh. She reached up and buried her fingers in his hair. He groaned, his hands finding her waist, tugging her even closer. He dragged his lips down the side of her throat, teeth grazing her pulse. Her hands found his shoulders, her short nails digging into him, his muscles rolling beneath her fingertips as he reached for her legs and effortlessly lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and his hips pressed against hers.

Hermione moaned when his member rubbed against her. He made a sound deep in his throat and bit her at the junction of her neck and shoulder. She turned her head and caught his ear with her teeth and tugged, rubbing her tongue along it.

"Fuck Granger," he hissed.

"Malfoy," she said, his name sounding like a moan, "we're working. We can't do this here. It's unprofessional."

He reached for her hands and pinned them above her head. "Fuck professional. I told you I'd be taking those panties off of you, didn't I?"

She laughed, her head falling back. His other hand was pushing up her skirt and she didn't stop him as his fingers rubbed her through her panties. They were totally soaked in seconds. He groaned his approval.

"Malfoy, this is really inappropriate."

"You can stop me at any moment," his nose ran down the side of her neck.

She said nothing and he took this as a sign of triumph, pushing her panties to the side, sliding one finger deep inside her.

"Salazar," he cursed. "You're so wet, Granger."

She moaned at his filthy words. He caught her eyes and added a second finger, his forehead falling until it rested against hers. Silver eyes clashed with dark whiskey ones and Malfoy curled his fingers, making Hermione squirm.

"Want me to stop?" He asked, pressing his thumb against her clit.

"You're," she panted, "a prat Malfoy."

He chuckled and caught her lips with his. He tasted like mint, his lips soft and warm, his fingers making her want to thrash her head. Her fingers tightened on him and he removed his fingers, making her whimper. He laughed. He muttered another spell and her panties disappeared. She heard the sound of his zipper. She should stop him.

"Granger, have I ever told you you're stunning?"

She wasn't going to stop him.

"You could've mentioned it," she sighed as his thumb brushed her nipple over her shirt.

"I am now," he growled into her throat, positioning his cock at her entrance. His hips slammed forward. She cried out, head hitting the wall once more. For a moment she wondered if those outside of the room could hear them. Fuck, did they even lock the door?

"Malfoy," she said with a cry.

"Call me Draco."

"Draco," she said, then, "is the door locked?"

He pulled his head back to stare in disbelief at her. "I am inside you," he emphasised this with a hard thrust of his hips that had her gasping, "fucking you against the wall of my office and you're asking me if the door is locked?"

She frowned at him.

He rolled his eyes. "You're impossible," he ran his hands down her sides, then reached up and tweaked her nipple, rolling his hips. He leaned back from her, and reached for his wand, casting a spell at the door. He looked back at her and pressed his lips to her neck, muttering something against her skin. She felt magic spread across her skin and she moaned so loud she was ashamed to say she could be one of those witches in those filthy magical pornography magazines that the twins used to keep under the floorboards in their room.

It was like a warm heat exploded in her stomach. She cried out as she came and Malfoy groaned, his hips slamming forward as her walls spasmed around him. "Malfoy," She panted as the warmth started to build again, her walls fluttering around him. She was going to come again and he'd barely moved. "What did you just do?"

"I cast a lust charm on you," his hips rolled forward and he reached up, his thumb brushing her bottom lip, "I also thought I told you, call me Draco."

She caught his thumb with her teeth and he groaned. His eyes fell to watch as he moved inside her. "Draco," she whispered and his head snapped up, white hair messy and in his eyes. His eyes darkened, a possessive look coming over him. He grabbed her waist and pressed his lips to hers, hips moving in the most incredible way. She started to make soft noises into his mouth. The warmth rushed over her all the way to her fingers and she was so close to coming again that she desperately moved her hips.

"Come on baby," he growled into her mouth. "Come for me."

His words sent her tumbling over the edge. She came, biting his lip to stop herself from screaming, and he grunted his release, hips stuttering. "Hermione." He whispered against her lips.

She almost came again.

His head fell to rest on her shoulder and he let out a shaky breath against her skin. He pulled back from her and carefully lowered her to the ground, reaching for his wand to cast cleaning spells on the both of them. She adjusted her clothes, fixing her skirt, remembering that he'd charmed away her underwear. "Malfoy," she started firmly, "we need to establish some rules."

"Like?" He sounded incredibly chipper.

"First, you can't keep stealing my underwear!"

"I'll buy you more."

"Second, you can't just… attack me at work!"

He looked amused. "You say that as if you didn't just enjoy yourself. Repeatedly."

She flushed a dark shade of red and pushed her hair back from her face. "Thirdly, I… I need some clarity, Malfoy. I like things black and white. So tell me, what are we doing?"

"We're together, Granger," he said firmly, grabbing her wrist and tugging her into his chest, "and that means that we're going to continue to work together, to have lunch together, and I'm going to fuck you at every opportunity I get," he looked around his office, "including at work, if the opportunity presents itself."

"You say everything as if it's finalized."

"I'm not hearing any objections."

She sighed. "I suppose you're not. And now that that's… settled… can we get back to work?"

"Of course," he turned and moved towards his chair. Hermione remained standing and he raised an eyebrow at that.

"I have to go back to my office."

He frowned at her, twirling his wand between his fingers as he leaned back in his chair. "Whatever for? We always work here."

"Harry delivered some files about the case," she adjusted her skirt once more, checking to make sure that her shirt was completely tucked in, and totally buttoned, "apparently there was another letter, and they were unable to open it."

Malfoy shot up in his seat. "There was another letter? I'm telling you Granger, you need to be careful."

She pressed her lips together. "I am careful," she mumbled to herself as she left the room. She hurried down the hall and into her office. There was a stack of files, along with one crisp, red envelope on top. She scooped them into her arms and left, charming her door locked behind her.

Hermione felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned, coming face to face with black eyes and a gaunt face. She took a step backwards and tightened her arms around her stack of papers, startled. "Yes?" She asked politely.

"You are Miss Granger, yes?"

"Yes, and you are?"

"Alec," he said, extending his hand, "Alec Rosier."

"Hello," She extended her hand and shook it, "any relation to Evan Rosier?" She asked, shifting her stack of files in her arms, eyeing him carefully. He was tall and well dressed, but his face was pale and there were shadows under his eyes. Not bad looking, just… dark.

"Older brother," he shifted uncomfortably, "I don't like to admit the relation… for obvious reasons…" he cleared his throat, "Actually, I'm approaching you because," he shifted uncomfortably, "I work in the Department of Runes and Symbols, and I see you quite a lot. And I've been working up the nerve… I just wanted to ask you, would you like to have dinner with me?"

She blinked in surprise. "Oh!" She shifted the files once more, "I'd say yes, but I'm seeing someone."

He gave her a small, awkward smile, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Malfoy?"

"Actually, yes," she returned the smile, "May I ask how you know that?"

"Papers," he shrugged, "I figured they were false reports. I heard about how much you disliked each other in school and just assumed… well, no harm done. Let me know if things don't work out between you two, yes?"

She nodded, "of course. It was lovely to meet you."

"Likewise, Granger," he inclined his head in a nod, then turned and strolled away. She frowned, watching him go, trying to remember if she'd ever heard of Alec Rosier. She was positive it was something she would've remembered had it been mentioned to her. She headed back towards Malfoy's office with a frown.

HIM

He knew she'd figure out his letter.

After all, his witch was the brightest of her age.