Bad Faith Industries
Long Acre, London WC2E
1st May 2006
Stepping from the revolving door and into the marble floored atrium, she surveyed her surroundings. A small part of her wondered if she should actually turn around and head back out of the impressive building. A blonde woman behind the ebony reception counter smiled at her and she pushed her apprehension to one side, flashing a confident smile as she purposefully strode over.
"Hermione Granger," she stated and the woman ran her manicured fingernail down her list. Pausing at the name, she smiled, took a cream coloured file from the silver coloured tray to her left and a staff pass from the draw below before handing them to Hermione.
"Follow me please Miss Granger," the woman smiled before making her way to the elevator.
Taking out her own staff pass, she swiped it and the doors opened with a little chime. Stepping into the elevator, the woman turned to Hermione. "You will need to press your card here too," she told her, pressing her own to the panel above the buttons for the various floors.
A small green light signalled confirmation of the card and with a hum the lift began its ascent to the top floor. Neither woman spoke and Hermione tried to suppress the torrent of emotions that engulfed her mind.
Reaching the top, the elevator hummed to a stop and the doors chimed open. The blonde woman strode over to the oversized ebony desk that ran along the west side of the room. Hermione glanced around, awestruck by the views over London afforded by the floor to ceiling glass that ran the whole way round the room. Plush sofas surrounded an ebony coffee table along the east side of the room, to the right of the elevator. A massive 110in flat screen television stood in front of the north wall. Uninterrupted views of London to the south caught Hermione's eye and she found herself drawn to the wall. The blonde woman now stood behind the desk and Hermione watched the reflection in the glass as she handed the file to the man in the chair who was turned to one side so she could not see his face.
The woman excused herself and smiled to Hermione as she stepped into the elevator. She looked down to the outcrop of the floor below and was amazed to see a black helicopter on a pad. Looking back up she caught movement out of the corner of her eye and saw the man place the file on his desk as his chair turned slowly, unveiling the identity of her new boss. She gasped and spun round, a horrified expression on her face.
"Hello, Granger," the man drawled.
"MALFOY!" She hissed, horror turning to incredulity.
Draco stood and walked around the desk, striding towards her, his steely eyes fixed on honey coloured pools.
"DID YOU KNOW?!" she screamed, fists balled with fury.
He stepped towards her. "Knowledge is a tricky thing, Granger," he began by way of an explanation.
She shook her head and made for the elevator, pressing the button she had watched the blonde woman push.
Stepping in, she prayed for the door to just close and take her down so she could run away, far away from him.
As the doors started to close, he threw out his arm.
"Hermione, wait," he tried gently.
She barged him away from the panel and began furiously pressing buttons. The doors chimed closed and the elevator hummed as it began its descent.
"Let me explain," he pressed.
"There is nothing to explain, you total and utter…..," she was cut off by a high pitched groan as the lift shuddered to a halt at the atrium. The lights flickered and then cut out, and Hermione let out a small cry as she backed away, bumping into the little hand rail along the back of the lift.
"What is going on?" she cried in a small voice.
"Teething problems with the electricity," he muttered, taking his wand out of his pocket "Lumos."
Hermione glared up at him in the small glow of the wand light.
"Great, so now I am trapped in the elevator with you. Fan-Fucking-Tastic," she groused.
"Gives me time to explain without you running off though," he told her with a smirk.
She smacked him in the arm. "So you did it on purpose, didn't you?" she cried.
"No you stupid witch, and ouch!" he cried, pointing to his arm where she had hit him. "I meant because you cannot run away, I can tell you because you running away doesn't suggest listening," he murmured taking hold of her upper arms.
The proximity sparked her arousal and she fought to suppress the urge to press her body into his. His cologne engulfed her senses, causing memories of the night before to come to the surface. She pictured him thrusting into her; back pressed up against the wall, hands tied above her head, her eyes blindfolded to heighten her senses of smell, touch, and taste. His cologne was intoxicating and she felt herself dampen once more because of him as she breathed in his scent.
"I knew it was you starting here today, that is why I was making you breakfast," he began, relaxing his grip.
Hermione glared at him before smacking him again on the arm. "So you thought it would be fun to pick me up in a bar the night before and seduce me did you?!" She hissed.
"OUCH!" he cried, holding her in place, pressing her back into the handrail. The pressure was a little painful but in the heat of the situation, with him standing so close she could feel his own desire building, the pain was laced with pleasure. She couldn't hold back the little moan that escaped her lips as her tongue flicked out. He watched her bite down on her bottom lip as her eyes began to close. A little growl left his own mouth, "you picked me up, Hermione, not the other way around."
Her eyes flickered open. "What?" she whispered.
"You picked me up. We bumped into each other at Club TEN. I wanted to tell you but I feared you would run away." He chuckled, "Much like you are trying to do now."
"So what did you think, that I would just be ok with the idea of fucking my boss once I found out?" she hissed, glaring at his lust filled expression.
"I don't know what I was thinking, Hermione," he sighed. "Only that I have liked you for a while and I didn't know what to do about it," he confessed.
Sensing her ruminations he sighed. "Every week since that tramp ran off with Ron, I see you in the private bars in London. Mostly its Club TEN though. You always leave with a different Muggle and it makes me concerned about you Hermione. Last night you had a close call, with this guy who had been spiking girls drinks," he told her, watching her expression change to shock. "Don't worry, I had it taken care of and his membership is being revoked as we speak," he continued, watching as the worry subside. "After he was removed, I came over to you at the bar, and we had a couple of drinks before I offered to walk you home to make sure you were safe. You invited me in and well…" He chuckled, "it went from there."
"So I didn't pick you up, you picked me up!" she hissed, glaring at him, the light from the wand highlighting the fierceness in her eyes.
"Well...no...neither of us picked the other up really," he smirked "But the games were definitely YOUR idea not mine."
Her mind realed with the influx of flashes from the night before, disjointed and vague, hands tied, her legs splayed on the rug in front of her fireplace, the light touch of the feather across her midriff as she whimpered, his growl of desire as he spread her delicate folds, her arched back as his tongue licked at her molten core.
Her resolve melting as he leaned in, she whimpered, his lips crashing down onto hers. His hands moved to her skirt, her arms now free, her fingers laced into his hair, pulling him down onto her neck as she keened under his touch. He rewarded her with a hand to her sex, sliding over the silk of her knickers, his low growl conveying his pleasure at finding her already very aroused as he moved the fabric away. She lifted her leg to allow him more access to her as he thrust two fingers into her. Her head lulled back and he lifted her slightly to balance her pert little bottom on the rail that had felt so delicious pressed into her back. She spread her legs wantonly as his free hand held her in place, her ankles wrapping around his back. She made quick work of her buttons on her blouse and he removed his fingers as she groaned at their loss, helping her out of the blouse and throwing the camisole over her head. He chuckled approvingly at her choice of underwear and she smiled coyly, before capturing his lips with her own, nipping at his bottom lip. His zip dealt with in one quick action, he held her knickers to one side, thrusting into her as she cried out. The glow of the wand light bounced of the highly polished surfaces, and he watched her in the half light as she rocked back and forth with his thrusts. Slipping his hand between them, she cried out his name as his thumb found her clit, tracing little circles until she was coming undone around him, the pulsing sensations sending him over the edge.
And it was at that exact moment that the power went back on. The lights flickered on, like a glaring headlamp from above and the door pinged open. In the atrium, Ginny and Harry turned around at the sound of the door opening, totally stunned, their mouths slack jawed.
Hermione slipped down off the rail, grabbing her blouse and camisole, and turned to adjust her clothes as Harry averted his gaze. Ginny watched on, shocked beyond belief.
Turning back around she smiled at Draco, giving his hand a squeeze before leaning up to give him a soft kiss on the lips.
"I will see you after lunch, sweetie," she smiled, before stepping off the elevator.
Ginny rolled her eyes "You would think after the length of time you two had been dating you would have got over playing these games," she chuckled, before grabbing Hermione's wrist and pulling her to one side. "And you have got to stop timing it so Harry walks in on you," she whispered gleefully, as her dancing eyes met Hermione's.
"Why?! That's part of Draco's turn on."
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