The next day Draco and Hermione were looking sharp, ready to take the portkey that will transport them to Laos. They hold on to the old bucket when it started to glow and a few seconds later landed on their designated port of entry. The last hour at the ministry back in England had been all formalities and work talk with other coworkers and within themselves, so Draco took the opportunity to talk alone for a few minutes after their landing.

"Really Granger? Did you have to wear the white trench coat? I'm in charge of security here and is hard to focus on my surroundings if I have a massive hard on taking all my blood from my brain."

She gave him a malicious smile

"Well the mistake was not to wear it today, it was to wear it last night. It was hanging on the door of my closet ready for this trip and it suddenly seemed like a great idea to wear that and nothing else and show up at your place. That, by the way, is your fault. You, with your innuendos and your salacious looks and your ridiculously handsome face. Is no surprise that I lost the blood flow to my brain and ended up going to beg to be shagged like a cheap whore."

He opened his eyes like saucers

"Language Madam Undersecretary. This is an official government assignment."

By then the delegation from Laos was walking towards them so she answered between her teeth

"Then stop imagining how I would look kneeling naked in front of your trousers"

He covered his face with his hand and took a deep breath before composing it into his best Malfoy mask of aristocratic detachment. Thank Merlin for formal robes, his unruly cock was hidden for now. This little minx was going to pay, and pay dearly. They had six hours of planned meetings and events before retiring to rest for a couple of hours and coming back for a gala. That was going to be episode one of Draco's revenge. Episode two would be after the gala. She didn't have a prayer.

Hermione was on top of her game all day. She was a pleasure to be seen in action. Methodical, organized, clear, never allowed herself to be tricked into empty political promises. Draco was enthralled by her. He had seen her at work at the ministry many times, but this was Granger unleashed, in charge, answering to no one. She was magnificent. And it took a big mental effort for him to not smirk to those poor bastards that were trying to play politics with her. It also took a great effort to not talk dirty in her ear during the few breaks they had. Sweet Circe, he wanted that goddess sitting on his face.

On her part, Hermione felt invincible being escorted by Draco. He was the epitome of aristocratic upbringing, and when she caught a glimpse of the two of them walking side by side in a mirror of the magnificent palace, she understood what people meant when they used the term power couple. He was not only watching their surroundings but he kept track of the whole meeting, giving her observations on the reactions of the diplomats to her presence there. He was a master of reading people and his input helped her make some sharp decisions on the spot. The results were extraordinary.

When they came back to the hotel to rest before the gala he walked into her private suite to secure the premises. She watched him perform his meticulous work and felt desperate to have him inside of her.

When he was done he came to stand next to her.

"Is there anything else I can do for you Madam Undersecretary?"

She stepped closer

"I don't know agent Malfoy. I was wondering if you wanted to see me kneel?"

He shook his head no.

"Madam Undersecretary, after the display of power that you showed today all I desire is to have you on top of me, if possible sitting on my face."

That was about all she needed to hear. She jumped and wrapped her arms and legs around him; luckily his frame was so much bigger tan hers, so he was able to grab her, carry her to the bed and kiss her on the meantime. Along the way there were bumps, giggles, accidental bites and all kinds of delicious mischief.

Not only was it an incredibly sexy moment, they both felt elated. Being together was just easy. He was so straight forward that she didn't have time to overthink anything. On the other hand, he was more than happy to be up front with her.

It was refreshing that because Hermione was the interim minister in Shacklebolt's absence, he had an oath obligation to be truthful. He liked that. One person he couldn't fool, both because of legal reasons and because she was too smart to fall for any façade. His spy job was emotionally draining, too similar to his adolescence, when he had to put a front constantly, first to please and then to survive.

His dating life had not been too different from that. After the war he renounced the marriage contract his parents had established for him, yet finding someone that could deal with his past without being either scared of him or some kind of crazy Death Eater groupie type was a problem. The young Hogwarts graduates that joined the ministry were not that prejudiced, but they were, well, young. They were all taken with him, after all he was handsome and rich, but there was nothing for him among them. He was an intellectual, despite the kind of job he did. And his talent for reading people made him get bored easily when a person had nothing to be read about them.

But Hermione Granger was a completely different story. They always had strong feelings for each other. During their time at Hogwarts he was constantly conflicted because this girl, towards whom he was supposed to have nothing but contempt because of her muggle blood, was smarter than him, more powerful and never backed up. The most confusing time of his life was probably third year, when she slapped him in the face. After that show of force he spent months having confusing, quasi-erotic dreams about her, at least as erotic as his thirteen year old brain was able to handle.

That episode came back to mind at this exact moment and he couldn't help but chuckle. She was on top, now down to her loungerie, kissing him, when he laughed.

She stopped and lift an eyebrow.

"What's funny?"

"I'm sorry love. I just remembered that my first wet dream ever happened after you slapped me in the face back in third year. It seems fitting to remember that today, after watching you figuratively slap a whole bunch of slimy politicians."

She gave him a mischievous smile.

"Do you remember the dream?"

He nodded.

"It's a bit embarrassing, considering that I was thirteen and didn't understand why it was so arousing. I dreamed that you got me in a body binding spell, laying on the grass at that spot where you had hit me. You were straddling me and saying that you could do whatever you wanted to me. That was my first set of ruined sheets."

They both cracked laughing but before he could react she pointed her wand at him

"Incarcerous"

Ropes materialized and tied his wrists to the head of the bed

"What are you doing Granger?" he asked a bit concerned.

She leaned down and put a finger on his lips.

"Shhh. No point fighting. I can do whatever I want to you"

Then she rolled her hips to tease his bulging erection.

"Fuck. You are going make me ruin these trousers."

"You are a rich man Malfoy. You can afford to ruin a couple of things"

And with that she ripped his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. Then she ran her nails down his chest and abdomen, unzipped his trousers and let the tip of his cock come out free. She caressed the head with her fingertips.

He was desperately trying to fight the restrains. She gave him a soft slap on his cheek and pointed a finger to his face.

"Stop fighting Malfoy. You are mine."

He shivered, feeling way too close to climax

"Fuck Granger, I'm going to come if you keep torturing me. I'm going to spill all over here."

She clicked her tongue, chastising him.

"That would be a waste. Why spill all over when you can come in my mouth?"

Then she dove down and took him in her mouth, as much as she could fit. His head rolled back, he couldn't help fighting the restraints while moaning loudly, overwhelmed by the wet and hot sensation. She only needed to suck him a few times before he was pulsing and filling her mouth with his release.

She smiled at him, licking her lips.

"Finite incantatum"

The ropes disappeared and he pulled her down over his chest.

"Fuck Granger. You are so much better than my dreams."