Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.

Warning: explicit sexual content.

Lemons, people. I mean lemons.

Chapter Eleven

Malfoy sat across from her, holding the letter, scowling as he read. Hermione arranged the files on the desk to calm her racing heart. Finally, he put the letter down. "Where's the picture."

Her head shot up. "What?"

"The photo, Granger. Where is it."

"I put it into my bag." Her cheeks were on fire.

He dropped his face into his hands, rubbing at his eyes, exhaling an angry breath. "I want to see it."

She swallowed. "I'd rather not."

"Granger," he said sharply. She winced and he softened his voice, "it's okay. Let me see it."

She stared at him for a long moment, seeing the tiredness in his face, his hair messy across his forehead from where his fingers had sifted through it. She let out a deep breath and nodded. She knew she was being irrational; Malfoy was in the photo, had seen every bit of her in the last few days, and yet she still felt vulnerable as she summoned her bag, pulling out the photograph. In the picture she was twisting her fingers in Malfoy's white blonde hair, her lips muttering nonsense, the moon illuminating her naked body spread across her counter. Her cheeks were on fire as she handed it over.

Malfoy picked it up, rubbing at his jaw as he looked at it, eyes dark and angry. "I'm going to kill him."

"Not if I do it first," she said fiercely.

He glanced up at her. "We're going to catch him, Granger. I promise."

"We can't see each other anymore." She blurted.

His eyes narrowed, "What are you on about Granger?"

She looked down at the letter and his eyes followed hers. "Fucking hell," he stood and strode around his desk, crouching down in front of her chair, "we are not listening to this man. If we start taking his orders, what else is he going to force us to do? I meant what I said, you're mine."

"Stop that!" Her voice was shrill. "I'm not his, I'm not yours! I no one's, do you hear me?"

He frowned up at her. "Hermione," her first name startled her, "I do not own you. I wasn't implying it; I simply meant I'm as much yours as you are mine. I'm in this for you until you decide you don't want me around."

She nodded. She hated to admit it… but she liked the sound. Malfoy being hers. Hermione had never paid much attention to romance; her focusses had been academic. If Malfoy had never made such strong advances towards her, she'd be going home to her lonely flat. Now, she couldn't picture it. Godric, they'd only been a couple for a few days and already she felt fiercely attached to him. The idea of letting him go had been gut wrenching. She should've figured he'd talk her out of it.

The more Hermione thought, the more she realized that Malfoy had been a permanent part of her life for some time. For the last year he'd found her about the office everyday to banter with her, and had eventually insisted they work on cases together in his office. He'd been chasing her attention for a year and she'd just played it off.

...

"Strip, Granger."

She looked up from her book. She'd been sitting in the armchair in front of his fireplace, reading quietly as he'd cleaned up after dinner. He'd taken off his jacket and loosened his tie, his sleeves rolled to his elbows.

"Excuse me?"

"I said, take off your clothes." There was a hint of a smirk to his lips.

She marked her place in her book and raised an eyebrow at him. He waited, staring at her, the smirk playing on his lips as if he was challenging her. I am a Gryffindor, she said in her head to give herself courage She pushed to her feet and unzipped her skirt. She let it slide down her hips and stepped out of it. She unbuttoned her blouse and it fell to the floor. After a swallow, her bra joined the pile of clothes on the floor. Her thumbs hooked in her underwear and he eyed her hungrily, waiting.

She stepped out of them.

He strode towards her and she stood, rooted in place, heart thundering with excitement. To her surprise, he passed her, leaning forward to grab her unfinished book. He held it loosely in his hand and said, "Lay down the couch."

She wet her lips. Malfoy wasn't normally this commanding, tending to steer their encounters with actions, not words. As she laid down on the couch, her head propped up against the armrest, she wondered if she was in over her head with him.

He handed her the book back, then said, "now read. Out loud."

She frowned up at him in confusion. "You want me to read this? The leviathan?"

"That's what I just said."

Unsure of what he was playing at, she opened it to her page and began, "Again men have no pleasure (but on the contrary a great deal of grief) in keeping company where," she glanced over the top of the book. Malloy was watching her with dark gray eyes as he undid his tie. She cleared her throat, "where there is no power able to overawe them- what are you doing?"

His fingers stroked her bare ankle as he knelt down at the opposite end of the couch, "did I say to stop reading?"

"Well, no-"

"Then continue."

She hesitated for a moment before lifting the book to her eyes, "for every man looketh that his companion," she jumped as she felt his lips on her knee, his hands gently pulling her legs apart. She continued in a slightly higher octave, "should value him at the same rate he sets upon himself," she let out a shaky breath as Malfoy gave a suck on the inside of her thigh, "and upon all signs of contempt of undervaluing naturally endeavors, as far as he d-dares," she stuttered and gasped as he licked her. She continued to read, her voice broken and her words stuttered, gasps filling the empty space. He gave a harsh suck on her clit and vision went blurry. "I've lost my place," she gasped just as his fingers entered her. Her eyes scanned the page but she couldn't remember what she'd been reading.

"Malfoy I can't possibly read like this."

He reached up and grabbed the book from her, tossing it to the ground, "Then don't," he crawled up her body, planting kisses on her skin as he went. Her hands immediately went for his belt, fumbling to get it off as soon as possible. He helped her, kicking off his shoes and pants, grinning into her neck when she made a sound of frustration.

"Merlin, Granger you're a dream," he grinned from above her, eyes scanning her face, down to her chest, hovering at where her hips cradled his. He shifted and entered her hard, his mouth slanting over hers at the same moment, catching her low moan.

His hand slid up her back and tangled in the curls at the base of her neck. He tugged at her hair, his tongue moving in her mouth at the same slow rhythm of his hips. She sighed into the kiss, the warmth curling in her belly, her entire body sensitive to the touch.

She was so close. Just at the edge, hovering there, about to come apart-

Malfoy pulled back from her. "What're you doing?" she pushed herself up onto her elbows, frowning.

"Come here," he sat at the other end of the couch. She continued to frown, but crawled towards him. He settled her on his lap, his eyes roaming her body hungrily, "ride me," he growled, kissing her neck.

With her knees on either side of her waist, she lowered herself down slowly until she was completely atop him, her face against his neck, breaths heavy. He groaned, hands pressing against her waist, gripping her tightly as she rose up slowly, easing back down, her breaths heavy.

"You're so wet, Granger," he brought his hand up to her mouth, fingers resting against her bottom lip. "Open your mouth," he rasped, and then, when she did, "suck."

She hummed as her tongue swirled around the digit. He groaned loudly, then pulled his fingers from her mouth with a pop and moved his hand to rub against her as she moved her hips. "Oh," she dropped her head against his shoulder, "keep doing that."

His fingers pressed against her clit and she cried out. She was so close. If he stopped again, she was going to hex him. When she told him as much, he laughed, saying, "wouldn't dream of it, baby."

His words were the only thing it took to send Hermione hurling over the edge, Malfoy following right behind her.

….

"Granger, I had a thought."

Hermione lifted her head from where it'd been resting on Malfoy's chest. "Yes?"

"I don't think that the killer is attacking muggleborn woman because of prejudice," he toyed with one of her curls as he spoke, "I think that he's fixated his attention on you and the murders are the byproduct."

"What?"

"They're all muggleborn witches, they're all a similar age to you, and we know that he's been following you, and his letters revolve around you."

She rubbed at her eyes, "Malfoy that's ridiculous."

"It's not though," he snapped. "He was outside your apartment, watching us! He killed someone the very next day, has insinuated that your 'his', and has threatened you for seeing me. At the very least he's got an obsession with you and the blood supremacy is a side factor."

"So what do we do?" She said tiredly. "And don't you dare suggest I remove myself from this case."

"After reading that letter, I think Potter might be right." He said. "You shouldn't work this case anymore."

She sat up. After staring at him for a long moment, she climbed out from the bed and started to search for her clothing. "I'm going home."

"You can't be serious," he was out of bed in an instant, yanking on a pair of black boxers.

"I am serious, Malfoy," she snapped finding a shirt and tugging it on, "This is my case. I am the head of the Investigation Department, and I do not need you telling me what I can and cannot handle! Just because we have this thing-" she waved a yanked between the two of them, "between the two of us doesn't mean that you have some kind of control over my decisions."

Malfoy scoffed, "I have never been under the impression that I have any control over you. You're being irrational! This man wants to kill you! Everyone can see it but you! Let go of your bloody pride-"

She grabbed her wand from the bedside table and stormed off, not even staying to listen to his argument.

"Granger," he snarled, chasing her down the hall. "Granger, for the love of Merlin, stop."

"I'll see you at the office," she tossed the words angrily over her shoulder. "Goodnight, Malfoy."

She grabbed a handful of floo powder and in a rush of green flames- and a few curses shouted by Malfoy- she was gone.

HIM

Soon he would have her.