That evening Hermione went home to finalize her personal packing for the diplomatic mission. Actually, everything was already packed and organized, her need for control always keeping things in order.

But tonight looking at her neatly packed bags did nothing to make her feel better. She was absolutely rattled. Her meeting with Malfoy made things worst for her, her mind was racing and she was sure she was not going to have a minute of rest tonight. And she needed to rest. This was a crucial meeting, and she needed to be on top of her game.

She jumped in the shower and stayed there for a long time under the warm water, hunted by images of Draco Malfoy standing behind her, naked and wet, running his hands over her body and making her shiver. Finally, she gave up and got out of the bathroom, furiously toweling her body and hair and pacing around her room. Suddenly she felt like a crack was breaking through her restraint. Doing something about her unhinged libido felt like a matter of survival.

She saw her favorite white trench coat hanging on her closet. Without thinking she put it on, tying the belt tight and slipped her feet on a pair of red high heel pumps. Then she walked straight to the floo. She grabbed a pinch of powder and called the location of Malfoy's flat.

The second she walked out of the flames it hit her that he may not be alone. Or he may not want her there. She invaded his privacy without thinking. Hermione Granger never did anything without thinking. Before she could do anything else he walked into the living room where the floo was, wand pointed at her. He obviously had jumped out of the shower when the wards got breached, only a towel around his waist; probably the only reason she was able to cross unannounced was because she was the interim Minister when Shacklebolt was out of the country, so her privileges were almost unlimited.

He lowered his wand and lift an eyebrow "Granger? What are you doing here?"

She didn't have an answer.

He looked at her, from her damp hair down to her red pumps. He slowly walked to the couch and took a sit, reading the situation correctly.

"Beautiful shoes Granger. Anything else you want to show me?"

She slowly walked towards the couch and stood in front of him, switching her gaze back and forth between his lustful grey eyes and the obvious erection growing under the towel. His wet, slightly long hair fell over his face, giving him the appearance of a fallen angel.

She untied the belt of her trench coat and let the whole thing fell on the floor.

For a minute he took on the view of her glorious naked body. He slipped the towel that was covering him and let it fell on the floor on top of her coat, then offered her his hands.

She took them and climbed to straddle him, slipping off her shoes. She placed herself on top of his hardness and used her hand to position his cock on her entrance, which was already soaking wet. Without a word she impaled herself on him, making both of them moan loudly.

He cupped her face and pulled her down for a deep, desperate kiss. She answered in kind, slowly rolling her hips while anxiously devouring his mouth. He paced his thrusts to the movement of her hips.

"Fuck Granger, this is what I wanted. This is all I wanted." He trailed kisses down her neck to find her supple breasts and feasted on them like a starving man.

"Draco" was all she could muster, head hanging back, holding him to her chest.

"Yes beautiful. Say my name. Tell me that you want me, Hermione."

"I want you so much Draco. You hunt my thoughts, I can't sleep, I can't think, I needed this."

He held her tight and switched her around to lie on the couch with him on top, sliding out of her slowly, then plowing back in a long, hard trust. She growled with pleasure, and he repeated this a few more times, until she wrapped her legs around his hips, begging for more.

"I need to know that you are mine. Hermione, tell me that you want to be mine" he said and started pounding her mercilessly.

"I want you. I want to be yours, I want you to own me."

That confession took them both over the edge. Her walls clenched around him and he spilled his seed inside of her, pulsing with bliss.

After coming back from their ecstasy he transfigured the couch to make it wider and lied down next to her. He summoned a throw blanket and covered both of them up to their waists. Then he nestled her in his arms, against his chest.

After a few minutes of cuddling she spoke

"So, you are telling me that you are not the promiscuous rich brat that the criminals take you to be?"

He laughed

"Is called undercover work Granger. Is about pretending to be a thug, not really being one"

She felt a bit of relief but it was difficult to believe. She had seen pictures of what seemed to be piles of sleeping naked women in his hotel rooms.

"I'm not trying to judge you Draco, I just want the truth. I've seen pictures of what appeared to be orgies in rooms were your belongings are."

He shrugged. "Those are the easiest to stage. I leaked a rumor that I only liked muggle women. I take three or four of them from the muggle clubs with me, leave them at the room on their own with a lot of liquor, sex toys and kinky paraphernalia, while I supposedly go take care of some urgent mobster business, and come back a few hours later. They are usually asleep, drunk, and the stage is perfect if one of the thugs comes by to check on me. If I have to deal with an insistent woman a little confundus charm takes care of that. One time they sent a very suspicious one, I think she was a trained muggle spy. That one I obliviated and tied her up to the bed with some furry handcuffs and glamour a few fake bruises and cuts on her. The goons thought that I had gone wild on her and then obliviated her to cover the nasty stuff I did."

Hermione chuckled at that. He continued

"Whenever I come back I present my memories directly to the Minister, I make sure there is a clear record that I don't do anything illegal or outside the limits of the mission. I cannot risk doing anything outside the law, not with my history during the war. You haven't been privy to any of it yet but it may still happen, if you are acting Minister whenever I come back from an assignment."

She looked into his eyes, almost as if she was seeing him for the first time.

"What about your cocky attitude around the ministry? Is that real or fake?"

He brushed her cheek with his fingers and answered

"The ministry is full of moles. Even if there are no real dark wizards inside, all those tarts recently graduated from Hogwarts are an easy target to those who want to know about our people. Is better for my agent persona if those silly girls think is a matter of time before I corner someone in a lavatory. Even better if one of them actually starts a rumor."

She drew circles with her fingers on his chest and asked

"And what about the real Draco? What is he really like? What does he want?"

He smirked.

"The real Draco is still an ambitious bastard. Right now he wants to get the Ministry Undersecretary to fall for him. Do you think he would have a chance? She's the smartest witch in Britain. Not an easy target."

She let her fingers follow the trail down his chest, his abs, all the way down to find his awakening rod.

"I think he may do it. Though I'm not sure if he is using illegal means. He may have put her on some sort of sex spell." She gave him a couple of soft strokes that made him hiss.

"Fuck Granger. Ask me for anything you want and I will give it to you. Anything."

She kept stroking him slowly "why would you do that? Why offer so much?"

He opened his eyes and looked at her

"Because I have risked my life enough to know that everything can end in a blink. Because I spent my school years pining over you and having to cover it with insults to please my father. Because I have been a puppet of the ministry long enough. I atoned for my sins. Now I want something for myself. Something real. Something that cannot be bought. You cannot be bought."

She closed the distance to kiss him, still stroking him. She wanted to please him, to make him feel home. She slid underneath him and guide him to her entrance again.

He held back for a second

"I want to please you, Hermione. Let me go down on you, let me explore your body."

She pushed her hips up to force him in.

"There will be time for that. Tonight I need you raw, I need you to fuck the doubts and hesitation out of me."

He looked her straight in the eye

"Yes Madam Undersecretary. Whatever you say. Whatever you need. "