If Only

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A big thank you to luvhp - sorry for not telling you when I posted this so this chapter is for you. I will definitely tell you when I add a story and thanks for the nudge.

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'Did you really think I didn't notice?' he whispered, his breath ghosting across her ear.

'Did you think I was stupid enough to miss that flush on your face and that utterly shaggable glint in your eyes?' Her body, already on edge, shivered in delight at Draco's words and he heard her whisper his name softly. He smirked as he felt her relax in his arms.

Knowing she wouldn't refuse him or run screaming, he relaxed his hold slightly, his hands sliding across her stomach. The electric heat coming from her surrounded him and, if possible, he hardened more. In fact, he felt like he hadn't softened since he started working with Hermione.

He had long since dreamt of holding her like this and since his first day, there had always been a spark of interest.

'Ah, that first day,' he remembered with a smile. Memories of when the infamous Hermione Granger had literally crashed back into his life. She had been carrying a heap of files, not looking where she was going and knocked into him.

'I know I'm gorgeous Granger, but there's no need to fall at my feet.' That fire he loved to see in her eyes blazed at his words and amidst her rant at him, he couldn't help but notice how gorgeous she looked. He never could resist a witch with passion. He also couldn't resist the way her skirt had ridden up slightly - who knew she was hiding legs like that underneath those robes. And so, since that day, their somewhat unconventional friendship had grown and he actually looked forward to coming into work.

Of course, being a young hot-blooded wizard, Draco couldn't stop noticing the beauty Hermione had become. Sure her hair could still frizz to scary proportions but he could only imagine running his fingers through it as he pulled her in for a kiss. Not to mention the wonderful array of blouses and skirts she wore, day after day driving him to distraction. It always seemed to be the days of the shorter skirts were the days she would bend to pick something up right in front of him and every thought disappeared from his brain.

Merlin, she had to know what she was doing to him and deliberately torturing him, wasn't she? One innocent look from Hermione and he couldn't concentrate for the rest of the day. In fact, he could concentrate on little else any time of the day and she soon became the sole female fixation in his life. His interest in the air-headed preening witches that hung on his every word, soon waned. His thoughts and fantasies were consumed with the know-it-all Gryffindor.

Working with just Hermione in a quiet part of the Ministry provided plenty of time for his mind to think up sordid scenarios. Of course, these dirty thoughts could only lead to one thing - daily lunchtime wank sessions. He was behaving like some horny teenager but he just couldn't control himself when it came to Hermione. Day after day, he would barely make it home in time before he was driven mad by his desire for her.

After months of being such a coward and admiring the witch from afar, he was convinced that all this obsessing was driving him mad as he could swear that he had seen Hermione gazing heatedly at him a number of times.

Although, was it crazy? His arrogant nature came into play as he remembered every other girl at Hogwarts and since had fallen for him. There was every chance Hermione could be fantasising about him when her cheeks were flushed and her eyes glazed over. If Hermione was lusting for him, he had to be sure and then find a way to make her his.

Not wanting to ruin their friendship though and knowing Hermione wasn't like any other girl, he took tentative steps. A lingering glance, a brush against her when they reached for something and he always made sure to say her name in that soft husky tone that he knew for definite made her shiver.

All these small gestures and teases had led up today and the witch now trapped in his arms. He had noticed her day-dreaming before lunch and took the time to study her once again without her knowing.

When he grew hard at the thought of those soft ruby lips wrapped around him, he knew it was time for lunch and a quick visit home. Hermione just made it too difficult to get through the day without it. After striding from their office, he had quickly flooed home and collapsed onto his chair. Fumbling with his belt, he freed his stiff cock, images of Hermione running through his brain. With the thought of her doing this instead, her hand wrapped round him, her tongue teasing the tip before she took him in her mouth, it wasn't long till his body tensed and he came, spilling into his hand and onto his trousers. A quick scourgify got rid of the evidence before sorting himself back into order and flooing back to the ministry.

He knew he couldn't carry on with just this release, it never satisfied his body for long. He had to have that witch. After stopping off to pick up his lunch and his head swimming with thoughts of Hermione, he headed back to their office. His thoughts were halted however when he reached their office. Why was the door locked? Hermione said she was working through her lunch so why would she lock the door?

'Granger, are you in there? Why is the bloody door locked?' Had she decided to go for lunch and he was standing shouting into an empty office like an idiot? He quickly whipped his wand out and opened the door. Surprised to see her sitting at her desk, his interest rose at what she had been up to.

'What were you doing in here with the door locked?' Draco didn't know why he had even bothered to ask her and he tuned out her answer. He always noticed every inch of her appearance and something had definitely happened since he went to lunch. Her cheeks were flushed as was her neck and her blouse, normally so neat and tidy, was creased and he was sure the buttons were wrong. There was no doubt about it, Hermione Granger had obviously been doing something very naughty in their office. And only two feet from his desk! Why did he have to take so long getting his lunch? He could have been back earlier and caught her, maybe given her a hand. He was, after all, a considerate colleague.

His mind was racing as his body worked on auto pilot - opening and eating his lunch, the prophet lying out in front of him. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for. Hermione had a guilty look as well when he came back - had she actually been thinking about him when she had been playing with herself. A surge of excitement raced through his body, his cock stiffening at the thought.

Before he could even think what he was going to do, he heard her footsteps as she raced from the room. The scent that wafted by him only made him harder. Her vanilla and cinnamon scent that he knew so well was now mingled with that distinct smell of arousal. He groaned at the thought of tasting her, having her laid out in front of him instead of his bloody lunch. Rising quickly from his desk, he had to follow her. He just couldn't let this go, not now he knew about her own naughty lunchtime activities.

He made his way along the corridor, wishing he had worn his robes so they could cover his raging cock. He could smell her on the air, her perfume lingering as it normally did. He stopped at the corner as he saw her leaving the bathroom and then heading for the records room. He waited until she had gone in before following her along the corridor. His adrenaline was pumping as he made his way towards the room. He knew they were the only two who ever used this room and he would have her all to himself. He didn't bother warding the door as he entered, just quietly made his way into the room and set about finding Hermione.

It didn't take long to find her and his eyes skimmed over her body as she stood in the dimly lit aisle. The way that skirt clung to her hips as he hoped his hands soon would, those shapely legs he had admired from day one. Merlin he could just imagine them wrapped round his body as he thrusted inside her. He did his best to quietly catch up to her but noticed the change in her posture when she heard him. He had longed to hold her against his body for an age, so he quickened his pace and managed to snake his arms round her as she started to turn towards him. He could feel her body tense in his arms and he made sure to pin her arms to her side.

He knew she recognised him and made sure to press himself against her body, letting her know how hard he was for her.

'I know what you were doing earlier, Hermione. How about a repeat performance for me?

'Did you really think I didn't notice?' he whispered, his breath ghosting across her ear. It took all his resolve not to just lick her neck and devour her with kisses.

'Did you think I was stupid enough to miss that flush on your face and that utterly shaggable glint in your eyes?' Her body, already on edge, shivered in delight at Draco's words and he heard her whisper his name softly. He smirked as he felt her relax in his arms. This just proved his theory that Hermione had been fantasising about him as long as he had about her. Gods, if only he'd noticed sooner, they could have sated their lust for each other long ago.

Knowing she wouldn't refuse him now or run screaming, he relaxed his hold slightly, his hands sliding across her stomach. He could feel the tremble roll through her body as he smoothed his hands over the softness of her blouse, his thumbs brushing along the bottom of her bra.

'Draco,' another strangled whisper escaped Hermione's mouth as he moved his hands over her. Her head had tilted back onto his shoulder, granting him a glorious view down the front of her body. Her nipples had hardened at his touch and he could see them peaked against the blouse.

'Are you sure you want this, Hermione? I'll only give you one chance to back out cos once you're mine, that's it, I'm never gonna let another wizard near you.' Initially shocked at his own words, he knew it was the truth. Hermione Granger was his witch and would always be the witch for him. He just had to give her the chance to think about it.

'Merlin Draco, I'm already yours, please don't stop.' Hermione managed to gasp, her body was on fire with his simple touch and words. Every fibre of her screamed for him and she knew it always would.

Letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding, he slid his hand up her body and pulled her hair away from her neck. That beautiful creamy skin stretched out before him as he dipped his head and ran his tongue up the column of her neck. He kissed her gently before nibbling his way along her jaw line and tilting her head towards him. The kiss was slow and gentle to start, both of them moving sensually against one another. But the fire that had been burning inside both of them for so long soon took over as the kiss deepened, lips parting, tongues moving and exploring as they opened up to each other. Hermione tried to turn towards Draco, but he stopped her, breaking the kiss and sucking and kissing his way back down her neck.

'Draco,' was all the words she could process and she couldn't produce them in more than a breathy moan.

'Patience, love, I just want to see if you're still wet for me. Tell me what you were doing in the office before I came back.' Draco slid his fingertips up and down Hermione's arms, revelling in the goosebumps that appeared.

Hermione moaned again. How she could function when her brain and body was turning to mush in his arms. His body felt so good pressed hard against hers and she delighted in the hard length pressng against her bum. A quick nip to her neck brought her back to herself and she concentrated on forming the words Draco wanted to hear.

'I was touching myself.'

'Where love? Did you start here?' His hands moved to her breasts, kneading them before popping open the buttons and releasing her breasts from her bra. Her nipples were peaked hard and calling for his attention. Hermione didn't have to wait for that attention as Draco moulded his hands over her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers. The pulse of pleasure went straight to her clit and she arched into his touch, another moan escaping from her throat.

'I take it that's a yes. What did you do next?' She could hardly believe he expected her to actually speak as he drove her wild with desire.

'I moved my hand down my body and into my knickers,' Hermione's voice was trembling as he moved with her words, although he unzipped her skirt first, letting it pool at her feet. She was suprised at her own wanton behaviour, especially at the office, but she couldn't focus on that as Draco teased his fingers along the waistband of her knickers before slowly moving inside. His groan was muffled against her neck as his fingers found her wetness. Another thrill went through her at the thought of Draco being so turned on by her, but all thoughts were forgotten as he teased her clit before sliding his fingers teasingly into her waiting heat.

'What were you thinking of love? Please tell me.' Hermione couldn't contain her groan of pleasure and she thrusted her hips towards Draco's hand.

'You,' she managed to gasp, 'I was thinking of you Draco, I always do.' Her last words came as a loud moan as Draco circled her clit with renewed pressure. With his other hand still fondling and playing with her breasts and his lips on her neck, Hermione couldn't contain herself and she got lost in her passion for the man manipulating her body.

She thrusted against his hand as he slid his fingers into her before moving back to her clit, always moving with determined speed, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Her body was on fire with his touch and as he thrusted his fingers back into her, she started to feel that tingle in her body as she built towards her climax.

Draco couldn't believe the witch he had wanted for so long was now coming apart in his arms. Feeling her body start to pulse and tense under his fingers, he moved his lips up to her ear.

'Come for me, Hermione, I want to hear you scream my name.' That was it, that was all she needed. The thrill of Draco's words and his movements on her body sent Hermione crashing over the edge, his wish granted as she screamed his name in release. Her body floated in bliss as his hands still danced across her body, drawing out her pleasure for as long as possible. Gods, this was more than she ever could have imagined. All her orgasms under her own hand and others paled into insignificance as Draco finished his ministrations on her body. She felt him draw his fingers out from her and watched him suck her juices from them, his face a picture of hunger and lust as he stared into her eyes.

She could still feel the hard length of him pressed against her back and relished granting him back the pleasure he had just given her. He drew her back into a kiss, finally letting her turn her body towards him, their arms circling each other. Hermione could taste herself on his tongue as he drove it into her mouth and, matching his passion, she slid one hand into his hair, holding him against her. She slid her other hand down his back and grabbed his arse, a growl rumbling in his throat as he pulled his mouth away from hers.

'Keep that up and I'll just have to take you against these shelves. I want you spread out on my bed so I can watch you come properly while I'm buried inside you. Gods, Hermione I need you now and we are having a long lunch,' Draco grunted, pulling away from Hermione to help her slip her skirt back on and button her blouse. He marvelled at the strong look of lust in her eyes as he pulled her towards the door. Heading for the floo network, Draco barely managed to control himself.

They just made it to the floo network without collapsing into each other's arms and Hermione could only gaze in wonder and lust at Draco as he grabbed a handful of powder. Draco met her eyes, baring himself and the desire he felt for her. She smiled as she stepped towards him, 'Draco.' A soft breathless sound that sent another tingle of excitement down his spine and he couldn't wait to get her home.

'You are mine witch,' he growled, before grabbing her hand and pulling her into the green flames, an excited yelp the only answer Hermione could give.


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