A/N: Okay two things, firstly because of where I stole this title from I wrote the title wrong (Lift not Lion girl, get it right so no you are not crazy, it used to be called The Lion, the Cupboard... etc).

Secondly, personally I am not a fan of this particular sex act, it's a delicacy I have yet to properly explore so this was harder to write!

Finally (I know I only said two things please enjoy!)

Typical. The lift had jammed between floors, Hermione knew it had been acting weird, it stopped on the second floor of the library, opened and shut its doors twice with nobody outside before continuing down to the basement. Refraining from kicking the panelling of the lift and cursing the anti-apparition spell Perkins insisted on over the library Hermione wondered whether she should Patronus her boss and inform him that the ancient relic he called an elevator had jammed. Again.

It was as she was pulling her wand from her robes that a figure caught the corner of her eye.

"Sweet Athena Draco really?!" She screeched as he finished the disillusioning spell and appeared suddenly next to her.

"Hello beautiful." He grinned and took a step closer to kiss her hello. It was in the middle of this lingering kiss that Hermione twigged.

"You've jammed the lift." She said flatly, stepping out of his embrace. Her unamused expression was met with that customary smirk that both boiled her blood and turned her on.

"Don't sound too enthusiastic angel." Draco grinned as the frown fell from her face in hesitant lust.

"If I get caught Draco, Perkins will not hesitate to fire me." She bit her lip and Draco stroked his thumb down her cheek.

"Darling would I put you in a position where we would get caught?" Draco asked seriously.

"Well that depends on what position?" Her eyes gleam wickedly and she kisses him hard, the momentum pushing them into the side of the lift. He allows the dominance briefly before he leans her back against the wall of the lift. He fingers the top button of her blouse, Hermione can almost sense the thoughts flickering through his mind before his decision is made and he tears the small pearly button off.

"I believe we were interrupted yesterday?" He growled in her ear, watching entranced as she licked her slightly swollen lower lip before pulling it between her teeth. "Mione please." He almost whines as the look in her eyes, coupled with her biting her bottom lip, made him twitch and his fingers tighten their grip around her waist. He kisses her hard, his hands catching under her thighs as he lifts her into the air, smiling slight as her legs lock around his waist. They vaguely hear the thunk of her high heels as they kicked off, hitting the floor of the lift. His kisses get rougher and his hands tighten on her butt, squeezing the soft flesh and eliciting moans from her soft lips.

"Dracoooo." She whines, gasping for air and almost purring when his lips continue onto her throat.

"This neck is made to be marked." He whispers, breath against her ear making her shiver.

"Don't you dare." She groans and despite her words she bares more of the skin for his lips. His fingers have left her hips and butt, he's lowered her back to the ground and he's now frantically opening the tiny buttons on her blouse, ripping a few more off in his haste. His kisses continue between the valley of her breasts, gently pulling the fabric of her bra down, revealing hardened nipples that he eagerly sucked on, drawing more moans from Hermione as her fingers knotted in his hair.

Draco's fingers had undone the zip on her skirt, the fabric pooling at her feet as his fingers brushed lightly over her sex in her lace boy short underwear. The moan that slipped from her lips almost made Draco abandon his plan in favour of fucking her hard against the wall of the lift but with some shred of willpower he resolved to stick with his first idea. He kissed across her stomach and his fingers hooked into the lacy band of her knickers, tugging them down slowly, his lips chasing them down.

His breath ghosted over her moist sex slightly and looked up at her. Her pupils were blown back, breathing quickened, her fingers tangled in his hair and she nods slightly and moans when Draco dips his head towards her. His tongue quickly slipped between her folds and once again Draco has to hold back a moan as he remembers how good she feels beneath his tongue. One hand slips down her thigh and gently levers her leg over his shoulder, giving him better access to her body.

"Draco." She whines and he looks up at the dishevelled beauty above him. She's not close enough as he'd like and once again returns to her body, sucking on her clit as she pulls him close to her, pinning him in place, as if she'd need to; he'd never leave if offered the chance, she always tasted so good to him.

His tongue was doing amazing things to her body and Hermione could feel her body slowly tightening, a gradual feeling building in her stomach. Then she was hurtling towards the edge as he slipped his fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that made stars appear in the corner of her vision. Hermione was vaguely aware that she was moaning his name or was she screaming before everything exploded in her body. When reality eventually knocked she was held in his arms, still leaning against the panelling of the lift.

"Holy hell Draco." She panted, looking up at him before kissing him tentatively. She could still taste herself and she purred, hands wrapping around the back of his neck to pull him in for a deeper kiss.

"Ease up Mione, the lift's been jammed for twenty minutes and we'll get caught." He said against her lips.

"Don't care." She growled, as he pulled up her knickers, stroking the lace once before covering it with her skirt, the noise of the zipper loud in the heady atmosphere.

"You do care." He smirked and she frowned at him but allowed Draco to continue to dress her, minus three lost buttons which required a couple of spells and a quick scold at her spontaneous beau. "I'm getting off the next floor and I'll see you this evening." He kisses her head quickly and Hermione steps out at the next floor as well which as the History of Magical Law floor of the library was abandoned as always. Her heels were in her hand, the manila folder of research was tucked under her arm but it didn't stop her pulling him closer to her for a chaste kiss on the cheek.

"I owe you." She whispers and Draco holds her hand which hovers over the zipper of his work trousers.

"You do, tonight." He watches her expression quickly flash from a pout to pure lust. Her hair is a mess and Draco enjoys knowing it was him that broke her composure.

"I look forward to it." She kisses him again and the pair separate at the fire escape stairs, Hermione goes down, Draco heads up.