A/N: A one-shot that I wrote for my husband for Valentine's Day. Because even if we hadn't chosen each other back then, we would have found our way to each other at some point. We're soulmates, babe.
Also to my readers, I'm getting back into writing and will pick up my other WIPs, I promise!
"Number forty-five!" A moody teenage girl shouted out, holding up a tightly tied bundle of food.
"Oh! That's me!" Hermione rushed forward to collect her order. She handed over her receipt to the girl who took it and stabbed it onto the pile while calling out the next order without a second glance toward Hermione.
Picking up her food and a handful of napkins, Hermione Weasley checked her watch as she hastily made her way back out of the restaurant. Shit, she would only have enough time to change or eat, but not both. Maybe she could order something small at the pub. She rushed around the corner and disapparated home.
With a loud pop, Hermione appeared in front of their cottage. She wasted no time rushing forward through the gate.
"Oh hello Mrs. Weasley!" Daedalus Diggle called out from his porch next door.
Hermione inwardly groaned at the delay. Ron had insisted on the wizarding village to make their home and while that meant free use of magic, it also meant everyone in their business. "Hello, Mr. Diggle. I'm so sorry I can't stay and chat. Bit of a rush tonight!" She hefted the bag of food into one arm so she could open the front door.
"Have a nice evening!" The elderly man called out happily and unphased. A twinge of guilt plagued Hermione as she rushed inside and ignored her kind neighbor. She basically said the same thing to him every time she saw him. But any time she stepped outside she was on her way somewhere, usually the ministry, and usually in a rush. The guilt was because Daedalus was such a kind and thoughtful neighbor, so excited when they had moved in next door, always helping Ron with things at home as he learned to be a new homeowner. Hermione was always at work. She remembered to get their ancient and lonely neighbor an impersonal Christmas gift. But she rarely had time for her own family, let alone all her neighbors. And that was just one more thing added to her running list of personal inadequacies.
She pushed the guilt down and hurried to the kitchen, setting down the bag of food and pulling out plates "I'm home!" She called out whilst popping open take out containers. She started plating up one large plate for Ron and two small ones for the kids. She snuck a few quick bites before she set the plates on the table and waved her wand to clean up the trash she'd left behind.
She moved toward her bedroom, checking the rooms as she went after not hearing a response. "Hello? Dinner is on the table!" She was unbuttoning her shirt as she entered her room to find no Ron, no Rose, no Hugo.
Confused at their absence, she summoned her cellphone from her bag, still rushing to the closet. She was already five minutes late for girls night. They only have these once a month with everyone so busy. And it was truly her only night to let go of responsibilities. She'd of course had a last minute meeting run late, so she had picked up takeout for her husband and kids and rushed home without checking her phone.
She ripped off her shirt and dumped her ministry robes onto the growing pile of laundry on the floor of her closet, mentally tallying all of the things she needed to get done at home this weekend with a sigh. She checked her phone then, no missed texts or calls. She called Ron's cell and got no answer. She pulled on her simple black dress that was her go to on nights like this and tapped her wand over her should to zip up the back as she phoned her sister-in-law.
"Hey! Are you here?" Ginny answered.
"Not quite, I'm just trying to locate Ron and the kids and then I'll be there." Hermione raked a brush through her hair and wound it quickly into a top knot, swiping on some lipstick while shouting to the speaker phone and Ginny.
"Oh! They were at the Burrow when I dropped off Harry and the boys. He didn't tell you again?" Ginny's voice dropped an octave in annoyance.
"Nope." Hermione popped the P on the word and slipped on some earrings. "Order me a red wine and I'll be there asap." She was beginning to shake with rage as she hung up the phone and clenched her fists.
This was her life. Constantly killing herself, giving up so much for her career and her family, and while she was grateful to Ron for staying home with the kids, he did the bare minimum. She was still left to the chores, the dinners, the planning, managing the house on top of her career. And all she asked for was a girls night one Friday a month. Ron got weekly pub nights with the boys, and most days he took the kids to his mother's house so it's not like he was going insane at home alone with the kids. And he couldn't even be bothered to text his wife where he was. And she had wasted valuable time getting them the food when she could have just gone home. AND he couldn't even answer the fucking phone!
Hermione took a deep breath, recognizing that she was spiraling through angry thoughts and tallying their efforts. She knew this wasn't the way to communicate with her spouse, to show up angry. And she knew she was starving, having skipped lunch to work on end of the week things so she could go to girls night.
She ate one of the kids plates quickly before tossing the rest of the food in the bin and setting the dishes in the sink. Then she drank some water and grabbed her coat and purse. She tossed the green powder into the fireplace and called out "the burrow!" Before taking another deep breath to calm herself, stretched her neck, and stepped through the floo.
"Mummy!" A tiny voice echoed through the house and her two perfect children jumped up from the kitchen table and rushed to hug her.
"Hello my babies! Muwah!" Hermione kissed each of their foreheads and squeezed them tightly. Rose was seven now, and Hugo was five. They were finally out of the toddler stages and Ron was hyping them up for hogwarts. Molly put herself in charge of their home education once it was clear that Ron wasn't going to teach them how to read or basic maths or anything that wizarding children normally learn at home before going off to learn magic. It wasn't surprising for them to be over here. In fact it was quite thoughtful of Ron to give his wife a break, tonight of all nights. If only he'd bothered to tell her that.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" He checked his watch, not standing up from the table or setting down his fork.
"Well I had to call Ginny to find out where you were." She said in a false cheery voice. She flashed a warning look toward her oblivious husband. He understood that she wouldn't talk more in front of the family and finally set his fork down on his plate and stood. "Hey Harry, hi boys" Hermione waved to her brother in law and nephews who waved back at her with full mouths. Molly came in with a basket full of hot rolls and Hermione greeted her mother-in-law with a wave as she and Ron stepped outside for a moment.
"Aren't you late? Why'd you come here?" Ron said, wary of the attitude his wife was exuding.
"Do you not know how a cell phone works, Ronald?" She crossed her arms in anger and waited for him to respond.
"Merlin, Hermione, just go out with your friends, you're wasting your evening yelling at me. All I tried to do was give you a break, but of course I'm the bad guy for it." He rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"I had a late meeting and picked you all up dinner. Spent my remaining moments setting it up for you, then you didnt answer my calls and I had to call your sister to find out you three were here having your mum feed you without a single consideration for your wife." she began.
"Of course, me taking the kids out so you didnt have to worry about us is very inconsiderate to my wife." Ron shook his head and laughed ironically.
"Stop that. You can't seriously think that's what I'm angry about, Ronald. All I needed was a call, text, voicemail, or even a fucking note left on the fridge. Jesus Christ." Hermione was trying not to yell, only so the people inside wouldn't overhear. But she was fuming. This is what their marriage had become. Ron was bitter and jealous about her career, and being a stay-at-home dad wasn't what he'd imagined. They were stuck in a roommate phase and it was difficult for them both. But Hermione only had so much energy and she reserved it for her work and her children. And she and her husband both took their frustrations out on each other.
"Fine, I'm sorry. It's all my fault." Ron said sarcastically. "Just go. Fighting isn't going to help anything right now." He turned dismissively back to the house.
Hermione watched her husband walk inside his parents house, his growing gut protruding over his worn jeans. He looked disheveled and tired. She was so angry at him, this wasn't just a one off mistake, this was a constant thing. She felt like she was always thinking of her family, bringing home treats, planning trips, doing all of the laundry, the dishes, the cleaning. And Ron never thought of her, never called, or texted throughout the day, never bought her gifts, never met her for lunch. She and Harry worked at the ministry and she frequently watched Ginny bring the kids and lunch to Harry, but that never occurred to Ron to do, regardless of her suggesting it. She was fuming about much more than just tonight, but she had to tamp it down and be nice in front of the rest of the family.
She grit her teeth and followed him back into the house, "Ok I'm going now, I'll see you in the morning!" She kissed her children again and headed back to the floo. She glanced back once at her husband who was now grabbing a roll and getting back to his dinner at his mum's table. He didnt look up at her again. She threw the powder into the fireplace and called out "diagon alley" and stepped through.
"Hey!" Ginny and Luna greeted her from their table at the Leaky.
"Hi! Sorry I'm late." Hermione started, taking off her coat and setting it over her chair. "Where's everyone else?" She looked around the pub.
"I guess it's just us tonight. Nobody else has shown up." Ginny shrugged.
They had a standing girls night, every first Friday of the month at the leaky at eight o'clock. Parvati, Lavender, Angelina, Katie, Hannah, and a few others they'd all picked up along the way from their various careers were on the invite list. Usually three or four others made it. But not tonight it seemed.
The barkeep placed a large plate of fish and chips on the table as well as refills for Ginny and Luna. "Ooh thank you so much!" Ginny pulled the plate toward her eagerly. "What? I'm eating for two. I need two dinners." She said with a shrug and rubbed her enormous belly. She was days away from having her third and final child, but she refused to miss girls night.
Hermione reached across the table and took a chip, dipping it in the vinegar before popping it in her mouth.
"Did you go to the Burrow?" Ginny asked cautiously.
Hermione took a sip of her wine before answering. "Yep.'
"Did you talk to Ron?" She continued.
"Yep."
Ginny and Luna shared a sideways look, Hermione took another fried potato. she sighed "Same old discussion, nothing changed." She finally said. "I'm out of ideas. I've tried everything, I don't know why he acts this way. I'm tired of it. Like…" she looked up at her friends, who knew nearly everything about her marriage. "I just don't have the energy for it anymore. Ya know?" She drank her wine again. "I think I'm ready to stop trying, to just accept that this is my life now, ya know? I feel like it will hurt less if I just stop wishing for more."
Her two closest girl friends gave her small smiles. They didn't actually know. They were happily married. Luna and Neville were the perfect couple, they spent every moment together, both worked at hogwarts, Neville as herbology professor and Luna as care of magical creatures professor. They had no children yet, not for lack of trying. But they were disgustingly in love with each other and with their careers. They never fought.
And Ginny and Harry were perfect as well. Ginny's only complaints at girls nights were about pregnancy and exhausted mom life. But her husband was always there for her and she was always there for him. Hermione was the only one who felt like a roommate to her husband. Or a boss. Sometimes ministry politician Hermione oozed out into homemaking Hermione and she delegated tasks like a boss rather than a wife and a mother. But she couldn't rely on him to notice things or take initiative on his own.
She could also remember the last time they'd attempted intimacy, three weeks ago when she was ovulating and horny. She'd put the kids to bed, cleaned the kitchen, folded a load of laundry, all while Ron sat on the couch "decompressing" from his day with the kids. He watched a football game on the tele and had not looked up or offered to help with any of the chores once. But Hermione still had needs, so she showered off the day and walked completely nude in front of Ron, who looked around her to see the tv before he noticed that she was naked.
He'd groaned and said "not now, the game is almost over." And Hermione had gone to bed. She read a book, waiting for him. Two hours later she went back out to check on him and he was passed out on the couch. Hermione had looked down at him, biting her lip, willing herself not to wake him and slap him. Instead she went back to her bed, watched some porn and used her vibrator. He'd never attempted sex, never initiated, ever. She was tired of being the only one actively interested in their marriage.
She hadn't told her friends about that aspect of her relationship though, they all had perfect lives. And she was embarrassed that her husband didn't want her in that way. No, that failure she kept to herself.
Hermione drank four glasses of wine, choosing to lose track of her misery, once a month, that's all she gave herself. The girls chatted about their lives, catching up on what they'd missed that month. Hermione contributed little. She ended up ordering her own plate and before they knew it two hours had passed. They were settling their tabs and getting ready to leave when two handsome young wizards approached their table with fliers.
"Ladies, it looks like you need a place to continue girls night, maybe some dancing?" The shorter one handed Ginny a flier.
"What is this? A new club?" Ginny looked at the parchment closely while rubbing her enormous belly.
"Yes!" The taller man chimed in. They looked like they'd just left hogwarts. "Blaise Zabini is revamping Diagon's nightlife. Tonight, witches get in free." He handed fliers to both Hermione and Luna as well before moving on throughout the pub. Ah yes, Zabini's club opening was this weekend. Hermione had nearly forgotten about it.
"Aw, this looks like fun actually." Ginny looked at her watch "but I'm exhausted. Ooh but next month I won't be pregnant!" She sang out as she fastened her cloak. "Let's move girls night to this place next time!" Ginny waved the flier a bit and the girls all made their way over to the floo.
"Sounds good to me!" Luna said before hugging her friends and taking the floo to her and Neville's home in Hogsmeade.
Ginny took some floo powder next "see you Sunday at mum and dad's then." She gave Hermione a small smile and wave.
"Yes, see you then." Hermione waved back. Ginny called out Grimmauld Place and vanished into the flames.
Hermione took a handful of powder automatically, but something stopped her. She stood there, probably in a semi-drunken stupor, and imagined what she was rushing off to get home to. Ron, either asleep in the bed or the couch, kids asleep, most likely without baths or bedtime stories because Hermione wasn't there to do it. A messy house, a weekend full of chores and errands that she couldn't complete during the week and couldn't rely on her husband to do for her. It was nearly eleven now. They wouldn't be missing her until morning when they wanted breakfast. And she had been a part of the business permits for this club, she kind of wanted to check it out.
She emptied her handful of floo powder back into the bucket and brushed off her hands over the hearth before turning and walking out of the pub and into Diagon Alley. Every shop was closed. A few restaurants were cleaning up still but mostly everything was quiet. At the end of the street was a lit up sign, magic that mocked neon lights. It was silent on the street so as not to disturb those that resided here, but every few seconds the doors opened and Hermione caught a glance of flashing lights from inside. A queue formed out front with a pair of bouncers working the door. Hermione joined the back of the queue.
She could walk straight, and think straight, but four glasses of red wine definitely prohibited her from apparating or driving. But she always had her wits about her. She observed the people in the queue and the building. Zabini had this in the works for months now. Many witches and wizards were against it and the kind of traffic it would bring to Diagon late at night. But Zabini had come back to the ministry time and time again for permit after permit, promising that it would be classy, upscale, and would keep the alley quiet. His mission statement was about providing upstanding nightlife to the respectable witches and wizards who kept away from Knockturn. He was met with opposition from all sides, including Hermione herself. But in the end he'd prevailed and now it was time to see if he could deliver on all his promises.
The queue moved forward slowly and Hermione followed it along. "Madam Secretary," a surprised and familiar voice approached her.
Hermione rolled her eyes "Malfoy, lovely." She muttered.
"Please allow me to escort you to the front of the line, you needn't wait. After all, you were a key part of making this opening happen." Malfoy held a hand out to her with a grin.
Hermione shook her head at the people in the queue who had looked around at the formal invitation, wondering what high up person was in their midst. They whispered to each other as they recognized her. She shot Malfoy an annoyed look. His grin widened.
She brushed his hand aside but followed him nonetheless. "Stop calling me madam secretary in front of people," she hissed behind him "You're so ridiculous."
They walked past the bouncers and Malfoy opened the door and held it for her to pass. As soon as she stepped over the threshold she was met with loud booming music and flashing lights. Her first thought as she took in the room was that the girls would definitely love this and might even choose to make it their regular meeting place for future girls nights.
It was indeed classy and sophisticated. Black and white marble, chandeliers, deep polished wood. The bar was elegant and glowing. The dance floor was full. Blaise Zabini approached them as soon as they entered the building. "Madam secretary! It's an honor!" Blaise gave her a small bow.
"Oh stop it you two. People will think I asked to be called that." She looked around, still subtly awestruck.
"It is your job." Malfoy slid his hands in his pockets and raised a brow at her. But his face was full of humor. He liked to tease her constantly at work. He was an investor in the club, but he also held a chair on the wizengamot now and they worked together often. Hermione had Umbridge's old job, although with a significant change in title and responsibilities, all adjusted and redesigned by Hermione herself. She was on track to become minister within the next decade. But her home life still required a lot of attention with young children that she often missed out on politicking and ministry events. Ron rarely liked to go to them with her. Even though he was also celebrated with her and Harry still, he got tired of the frozen polite smiles when he said he was home with the children while Hermione worked. It was just another point of contention in her marriage.
"Please allow my partner to show you to the VIP floors, and of course anything you want is on the house. If you'll excuse me, I have to attend to business. I'll check on you soon!" Blaise moved past them to the bar and Hermione turned to Malfoy.
"Are you the partner then?" She asked with a taunt.
Malfoy rolled his eyes "come on then" he gestured for her to follow him up the steps.
"Are you my waiter too? I'll have a firewhiskey." Hermione continued taunting him, knowing he could dish it out even worse, but she was still feeling a bit tipsy and Malfoy was always a good outlet. She was always mom, or wife, or secretary to the minister. But with Malfoy she was a peer, a childhood rival. And they bantered like this often.
She stumbled just a bit on the top step and Malfoy automatically reached out and grabbed her elbow. "My my, have you already been cut off at the Leaky? Are you bar hopping tonight?" His eyes twinkled as he examined her. She shook off his hand and scoffed at him. He chuckled and led her over to a closed door. The hall seemed lined with private VIP rooms, the music still boomed through them.
The room matched the aesthetic of the club but was intimate and cozy. Quite a nice space for snobby wizards to conduct their business deals away from the chaos of the club below, but with just enough casualness that they wouldn't feel like they were doing work. The music blared through but Malfoy tapped a switch to lower the volume.
Hermione stepped past him onto the balcony with a view of the dance floor below them. A curtain could be drawn to separate the room from the club. Malfoy sat down on the emerald velvet sofa, spreading his arms along the back and getting comfortable. "Firewhiskey for both of us please." He said out loud to nobody in particular. But two glasses appeared on the small table in front of the sofa.
Hermione took off her coat and put it on a hook near the door. Then she picked up her glass and sipped from it. "This is nice." She walked back toward the balcony and felt the curtains, pulling them back and forth a moment before looking at the wallpaper and the lighting. Examining all the design aspects of the room.
"The drink or the decorating?" Malfoy taunted, sipping from his own glass.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him "the club" she gestured toward the balcony. "All of it. Very nice. I'm impressed." She conceded.
"Well thank you, Granger. I designed it all myself." He lifted his glass like he was toasting.
"So partner and designer. How do you juggle that with your wizengamot position?" Hermione teased.
"Investor and wizard with taste." He corrected her, "I'm joking though, I only introduced Blaise to the real designer."
"Well lucky her, a one-off night with Draco Malfoy turned into the hottest design opportunity in Diagon Alley." Hermione winked knowingly over her glass at him before taking a long drink.
Malfoy rolled his eyes "I didn't sleep with her. She worked for my mother."
"Oh so there's a higher criteria for getting into your bed?" Hermione teased, stepping onto the balcony and leaning over it comfortably.
Malfoy set his glass on the table and joined her side. "Of course there is. I have very high standards." He said, looking down at the crowd.
Hermione looked around the room, balconies like theirs lined the second floor but nobody else was out on them. Nobody on the dance floor looked up at them. Hermione wondered about the wards up here.
"Yes, must be younger than you, with an hourglass figure and a thick foreign accent. Right? Just enough English to get through the consent form?" She smirked up at him and drained her glass.
Malfoy shook his head and grinned at her. "Actually you're wrong." He took her empty glass and sent it floating back onto the table where it vanished.
"Oh am I?" Hermione looked up at his perfect hair, then at his full lips. She was feeling quite drunk again. "I'll have another, by the way." The glass reappeared, fresh and refilled. She stepped back inside and sat on the sofa, draining the glass all at once. She wasn't sure why she was continuing to drink alone in a room with Malfoy. But she felt good, right here and right now. Nobody to impress, no girlfriends to talk about life with. No work to be done. No children or husband to attend to. Just herself. And it felt like such a relief.
Malfoy sat next to her and got comfortable, sipping from his own drink. "Yes you are. I know that's unfamiliar territory for you." He teased her.
Hermione rolled her eyes at the slight and leaned her chin on her palm, resting her elbow on the back of the sofa. She had turned to face him fully and feigned complete investment in their conversation which she could tel he picked up on. "Please tell me how I'm wrong, Malfoy." She blinked her eyes exaggeratedly.
Malfoy smirked at her. "I'm not into younger girls."
"Oh you're not?" She pretended to be shocked.
He just shook his head, "Nope. I like women. Mature women." Hermione just nodded along with obnoxious blinking and sarcastic faces. "I do." Malfoy continued, "and English, mature English women with high political ambitions."
Now Hermione rolled her eyes and looked away, sensing the direction he was taking. He always teased her, and he never talked about his private life with her. She briefly thought he might tell her something real about himself outside of work. But it was clear that wasn't what he was doing. The only thing she knew about his personal life was that he had gotten a divorce shortly after the birth of his son, and he was friends with Zabini and Nott who both appeared around the ministry from time to time. He was never photographed out with anyone. She just assumed he was a playboy because of the way he mock-flirted with her. And because he was fit and incredibly handsome, and obviously rich. And this type of place is what he chose to invest his money in. She naturally assumed what his own night life consisted of.
A loud knock sounded from the door before it opened and Zabini stuck his head into the room. "Knock knock!" He said unnecessarily, stepping into the room. "How are we? What do we think?" He looked at the two of them on the sofa and shared a look with Malfoy that she was too drunk to try and decipher.
"It's lovely, the girls will very much love to make this our regular meetup." Hermione smiled genuinely up at the former slytherin.
"Well this room is yours anytime you want it." Blaise promised. A bell chimed near him and he checked his watch "ugh, a lot of kinks we're getting worked out opening weekend. My apologies, I'll be able to spend more time with you next time I'm sure. Stay as long as you like!" He called out as he left them once again.
Hermione turned back to Malfoy, "Can I just order anything from the room?" She asked him.
"Pretty sure." He shrugged. "What did you have in mind?"
"A butterbeer float and caramel cheesecake." Hermione tried. Both of which appeared on the table. Her eyes lit up and she quickly pulled the float toward her, digging in.
Malfoy was grinning at her but she was too drunk to feel self conscious right now. She scooted the ice cream over to him to try before digging into the cheesecake. "Wow, this is actually really good. I've never thought of putting ice cream into butter beer before." He conceded.
Hermione took a second bite of cheesecake before standing and walking to the balcony again. She checked her watch, midnight. She wondered if Ron was still up, perhaps waiting for her. She walked to her coat and checked her phone. No messages or missed calls unsurprisingly. He was probably asleep.
Malfoy watched her from the sofa. She went to the switch he had controlled the volume with and turned it all the way down and then back up. It looked muggle, but there were definitely wards to control the sound around the balcony. Obviously sound couldn't be stopped like that through open air.
Malfoy stepped up behind her as the music pumped loudly around them, he turned it back down as he smiled down at her. The music was loud enough to hear but quiet enough to talk over now.
"I was being serious. About the type of woman I'm into." His gaze fell to her mouth and she was too inebriated to look away.
She swallowed as she looked into his eyes, "yes, sure. Of course you are. English, mature, and what else was it? Ambitious?"
"Yes." He confirmed, eyes twinkling.
"Blonde?" She asked, looking at his hair.
He shook his head "brunette". He said while tugging on a loose curl near her ear.
"Single?" She raised a brow.
He took her left hand in his, toying with her wedding ring, "not necessarily."
She ripped her hand away, coming to her senses. She turned back to the room and collected her coat. Slipping it on she turned to him "please show me to the floo." She asked him.
He walked to the door that she now held open and acted like he was going to walk through it. She let go of it for a moment to button up her coat but he shut the door again, startling her. "Malfoy!" She began, but he'd grabbed her face and kissed her.
She was drunk, she was caught off guard, and she was very tired. That's why she let him kiss her. He pulled away after a few seconds, but still held her face, looking at her reaction.
She blinked up at him, her brain wasn't computing. Gently, he leaned in again and kissed her again. This time she kissed him back.
She was aware of what she was doing. But she did it anyway. There were any number of reasons behind why she was choosing to cheat on her husband. But she didn't dwell on any of them because Malfoy's lips were divine.
He unbuttoned the coat she had just done up and pushed it back off of her shoulders. He didn't stop kissing her as he hung it back on the hook behind her and pulled her flush against him, deepening the kiss. He walked them a few steps over to the sofa and sat down, pulling her onto his lap. Each kiss got progressively more passionate. He didn't let her up for air once and she was totally fine with it.
She hadn't felt this way in, well, she had never felt this way. This was passion and desire and lust. And that just was not her relationship with Ron. She threaded her fingers into Malfoy's hair and lost herself in him.
Finally he stopped kissing her long enough for her to catch her breath but he just tilted her head to the side and began kissing her neck. Her eyes rolled back at the new sensations and she held onto him, relishing the attention. Why was this so hard for Ron to give her? Why didn't he want her this way?
Her breath caught in her throat when she tried to say "Malfoy, we should stop". All she managed to say was "Malfoy, we…" but he cut her off as he kissed her again and she allowed it to continue.
Somehow she was now on her back on the sofa, with Malfoy hovering above her. "This dress is not ideal, Granger." He muttered between kisses.
Her sleeveless and stiff pencil dress was much more business-like than dancing club attire. And it did not offer much in the easy access or removal department. She laughed and tugged on his tie "yes, yours is much more accessible."
He grinned and sat up, yanking off his tie. She hitched her skirt up over her hips, high enough to straddle his waist, and he quickly undid his belt as she got comfortable over him. She held onto his neck and kissed him while he maneuvered his cock out of his pants. They were doing this then. She felt no hesitation about it. Only desire. She reached between them and pulled her panties aside and he felt her wetness with his fingers first, "mmmm, fuck yes." He groaned, while lining himself up and letting her slide down onto him.
"Oh god!" Hermione moaned out as she felt all of him fill her. A vibrator at home alone could only do so much. She tilted her back in ecstasy, allowing her body to adjust to his size. They both breathed heavily. Malfoy guided her head gently down to touch his.
"Fuck, you feel incredible." He said, looking into her eyes.
Feeling a confidence boost, she slowly began to ride him, holding his neck and watching his eyes roll back with every movement. "I've wanted you for so long." He held her hips and let his head fall back against the wall as she controlled the pace.
"Oh really?" She rocked her hips into his and teased him, lifting all the way off of him slowly before descending again, rubbing her swollen clit along his shaft. "How long have you wanted me?" She taunted, wondering what he'd say in the heat of the moment, and their drunken passion.
"Oh fuck," he breathed and squeezed his eyes shut as she lifted off of him again, when she dropped back down he moaned out "forever, I've wanted you forever." His eyes were still shut as he admitted it and she stopped moving at the confession.
He slowly opened his eyes at the pause, both of them catching their breath. She looked intently at him, something welling up inside of her. "What do you mean?" She whispered to him.
He closed his eyes again and shook his head "don't stop, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have…" he began shifting her hips on him again.
She tugged his hair harshly, forcing him to look up at her and he did, letting her stop them again. "How long have you wanted me?" She repeated, staring into his eyes.
He looked back at her, finally giving up. "Always, since I first met you." He breathed out, completely serious. He sat up and kissed her, holding her to him tightly. "I've been in love with you since I met you." He said between kisses, rocking upward into her. She gasped at the places he was hitting inside of her and at the confession. "It's ok, I know what this is." He flipped them smoothly so he was now over top of her, lying back on the sofa. "I'll take whatever I can get from you." He whispered to her as he thrust rhythmically into her. "And I'll give you anything you want, even if it's just this, right now." He reached between them and rubbed her clit with his thumb, sending shockwaves through her. She moaned loudly, despite trying to keep quiet. "But I'll give you this anytime you want it, Granger. All you have to do is ask." He held her cheek sweetly as he said it and she came undone, looking straight into his eyes as she orgasmed onto Draco Malfoy's cock.
He watched enraptured as every wave of her orgasm crossed her face, he waited for her pussy to stop fluttering before he stopped rubbing her clit and let her catch her breath. He slowly pulled out of her, sitting back. She followed him, sitting up on the sofa next to him. She stood and pulled her skirt down, watching him closely. He sat back, his still hard cock glistening from her cum, and smirked at her like he usually did.
She knelt between his knees and grinned as his eyes widened in shock. Taking him in hand she looked up at him innocently as she stroked him. "I want to taste it." She directed him, he nodded in response, understanding what she was asking. He was silent as she brought her mouth to his tip, just watching her. She stuck her tongue out and licked him. She moaned in pleasure at the way they tasted together. Malfoy leaned back, clasping both hands behind his head and watched in awe as she sucked his cock. She enthusiastically bobbed and licked, watching his face to know what he liked most.
"Fuck, Hermione, yes." He groaned and dropped a hand to the back of her head, thrusting up into her mouth. "Gods, you're beautiful." He chanted to her before he lost himself, cumming deep in her throat. She took it all eagerly, licking the last drops from the tip before swallowing. She wasn't sure why she enjoyed it this time. She never swallowed for Ron. Maybe it was the alcohol, or just the new partner and the excitement. But Malfoy tasted divine.
He tucked himself away and zipped his pants as she stood, brushing off her skirt unnecessarily. She sat on the sofa beside him and they leaned back, catching their breath.
"Soooo, you've had a crush on me forever, huh?" Hermione finally broke the silence with a grin and nudged him with her elbow.
He rolled his eyes and groaned before sitting forward and scrubbing his face with his hands.
"Oh, come on, you can't take it back now." She continued.
Malfoy stood and found his tie, draping it around his neck and tidying himself up. "I'm not taking it back, don't worry." He finally turned and smirked down at her. He held a hand out to her which she took and he pulled her up to standing. She wobbled a bit, feeling the alcohol coursing through her veins. Malfoy's arm wrapped around her waist and held her steady. She leaned into him and smiled up at him. She couldn't even bring herself to feel bad about cheating on her husband yet. She let herself get lost in his stare while they both basked in the afterglow.
"And this isn't just a one-off either, Granger." Malfoy continued, he picked up her coat and held it out for her. She slipped her arms in and fastened it.
"Oh isn't it?" Hermione asked with a laugh.
"No, it isn't. We're going back to my place now and we'll plan all night. Work out whatever logistics you want to. If you want a secret affair, that's fine. If you want to leave him, I'll pay for the fucking solicitor. I don't care. But I will be fucking you regularly from now on." Malfoy said all of this smugly while Hermione grinned up at him.
"I do like to plan things…" she mused, her mind already spinning with the possible scenarios.
Malfoy grabbed the front of her coat and yanked her to him, "not yet, Granger. Let's get to the floo first." And then he kissed her, effectively shutting off her brain blissfully again.
She wasn't sure if it was Malfoy or the alcohol or a combination of many things, but she was excited for the first time in many years. She walked arm in arm with Malfoy out to the floo and caught Zabini's eye from down the hall. She waved and he returned it with a knowing grin and a wink just as Malfoy whisked her away to his flat where they spent the rest of the night, naked.