Desire

Desire

‘Goodmorning Mr. Malfoy, how are you today,’ Hermione is careful to put her smile in place, she still couldn’t believe that Lilyhope (that manipulative…) had put her in charge over ‘patient 201’.

Silence.

Fine, be like that Hermione thought, the less he opens his mouth, the less likely she would have to control her urges to blast his face off.

‘Well, since you’d obviously like a bit of lie down, I’ll put off breakfast and give you a potion for dreamless sleep, you need your rest afterall,’ She puts on a bright, cheery voice, which earns her a glare.

When he finally sits up sullenly, she goes and gets breakfast for him.

‘This porridge is too cold,’ He says silkily

‘Pardon?’

‘I said, the food is too cold,’ When Hermione looks into his eyes, she could see teasing laughter.

Really, he acts like a spoilt child, Hermione thought. ‘Well, I’ll get you another bowl,’ She forces a smile.

When she does return, he leaves the steaming porridge untouched, instead preferring to stare at her intently.

‘Well, there’s your porridge.’

‘I’m not hungry anymore, I’m bored.’ His eyes bore into her, he’s trying to intimidate her, thought Hermione.

She hides her fury under docile compliance, ‘Okay, I’ll get you a magazine.’

A few minutes later, she hands him an old copy of Witch Weekly. The cover article reads ‘Love Potions: How to snare your dream guy in 3 days.’

‘I’m not your personal slave Mr Malfoy,’ Hermione states, trying hard not to ruin the effect by laughing, ‘Stop playing games with me.’

The rest of the day is a war of wills between patient and intern. Lucius seemed to enjoy nothing better then to torment and taunt her, while Hermione steadfastly refused to get angry (visibly anyway) and complied too his every demand. It was 6 o’clock, and Hermione commenced her final shift.

[Miss Granger had been quite fun to annoy, thought Lucius. Draco had never told him about her fiery spirit, only the fact that she was a large toothed, bushy haired, know it all. The fact that she gave in to his petty demands without batting an eyelid only fanned the desire he had for her. Young, pretty, stubborn, she was delicious…]

[Lucius Malfoy had been a complete cad, Hermione thought. He had kept her on her feet for the entire day, running after this and that, on his every whim. Her only satisfaction was that she had not shown any of her frustration, had not given him the satisfaction that he had gotten to her. In a way he had though, she had found that throughout the day, in the most inopportune of moments, images of long blonde hair, a sexy sneer and silky voice had invaded her every fibre.]

‘Miss Granger, I’d like another glass of orange juice, this one was a bit sour.’

‘Are you doing this because I’m a Mudblood,’ Hermione asks.

‘Because you’re a Mudblood, no, that concept lost its value after the Dark Lord fell,’ Lucius’s voice grows quieter, and she bends in slightly to hear him, ‘Surely a smart girl like you wouldn’t expect me to carry around such a scorned idea in times such as these?’

She can see his smug face, and handsome features mingling with his soft musky scent.

‘However, Miss Granger, I do have a thing for Mudbloods in those uniforms,’ in a quick fluid motion, he grabs her by the hand and pulls her to him, she loses balance and lands in his lap.

‘You’re quite the seductress Miss Granger,’ his hot breath in her ear sends shivers down her spine, her body flushes with heat.

Hermione slaps him.

‘Mr. Malfoy, you’re too old.’ She says (untruthfully).

Back at home she lies in her warm bath, feeling her body relax and the tension ebb away.

She sits up. Damn that Lucius Malfoy. Damn herself, how could she let him mock her like that, had she been so obvious in her unwilling attraction to him. What a bastard. All the same, the voice in her head whispers ‘seductress, seductress’ over and over again, until she can barely stand it. His muscular body pressed against her, his lips just centimetres away from her, it was too much to stand.

Almost unconsciously her fingers slide down her body. Brushing her hard nipples, reaching, always reaching for her soft core, in and out, looking for that sensitive spot, until she finds it, in and out, blonde hair, silky voice, god stop thinking about that bastard, think about Krum, in and out, her body’s feels like its on fire, that sexy sneer, the way her heart beat when she was in his lap, in and out.

Outside the London rain drizzles on, covering the soft moans coming out of apartment 2A.