Changing

CHAPTER THREE: Reunited


When Hermione awoke on Sunday morning, it was to an empty bed. She vaguely recalled him getting up, kissing her softly and exiting the room. She wasn’t really sure why she was so surprised, or hurt by his actions. Its not as though they were dating, or had even agreed to date. No, what they had agreed upon was the satisfaction of a mutual desire, nothing more.

She had shaken off her melancholy and gotten on with her day. She showered and dressed, packed her things and met her family for breakfast. Once she had completed the niceties with her relatives she made her way through the Leaky Cauldron and into Diagon Alley to the apparation point and back to Godric’s Hollow, and her little rental.

When she awoke on Monday, she was happy. Oddly happy in fact as she dressed in a set of dark purple robes for work. She loved living in the wizarding world, was glad she had made that decision after Hogwarts and the war. She locked up, and headed to work.


“Good morning Ms. Granger!” Esme Lockharte, niece of the pompous idiot who had once taught DADA, was her secretary. She had never met a woman quite as cheerful in her entire life. Some days it was fine, but on others it made Hermione want to turn her into a statue.

“Good morning, Esme. Any messages?” Hermione asked as the girl followed her into her office. Hermione stopped suddenly when she saw the delivery sitting in the middle of her desk. A tall vase, black with swirls of icy green was filled to overflowing with perfect burgundy roses with black tips on the petals.

“Those came this morning Miss.” Esme said, sighing as she stared at the beautiful flowers. Hermione plucked the small card from the center and smiled when she saw the Malfoy crest stamped into the wax seal.

Dearest Hermione-

Sorry I had to run, didn’t want to I swear. If it hadn’t been important, nothing could have pulled me from you. You were perfect. I’ll see you soon, much sooner than you think.

Yours,
Draco


She tucked the card into her bag and moved the flowers to a small bookcase along the wall.

“Anything else?” She asked, unable to prevent the smile on her face.

“Yes Miss, there is a department meeting with the new head of finance in half an hour, board room.”


“So, he takes the reins today.” Hermione said with a sigh. She hoped he didn’t come in and muck everything up, she hated change. “Very well, thank you Esme.” Hermione busied herself preparing a small synopsis of her division and what it was she did for the ministry, just in case she was asked. At five minutes till the meeting, she made her way to the board room and waited with the others.

“Who do you think got the job?”

“No one knows, minister kept it a secret.”

“God, I hope he isn’t a bloody bastard.” Hermione listened to the whispering around her. She had wondered those things herself over the last week since the announcement had been made that the position had been filled. No one knew who had landed the job, only that whoever it was had an amazing flair for finance. She herself was more than curious.

“Good morning, my name is Draco Malfoy….” He said as he entered the room and walked to the front to stand at the head of the table. “And I am the new head of Finance for the Ministry of Magic.”

Hermione stared at him, mouth agape and face heating furiously. Why hadn’t he mentioned it to her? Not that they had actually spoken…few words were exchanged that were not instructions and heated words of passion. He caught her eye at the back of the room, saw the rosy flush in her cheeks and smiled slightly. The devil had the nerve to wink at her. ‘Oh my god’ she thought “I shagged my new boss.’ She spent the meeting trying not to stare at him, because every time she did, images of him standing naked in the moonlight filled her head. Hermione loved work, almost as much as she had loved school, but she had never been so happy to have a meeting end in her entire life.


She practically ran back to her office and slammed the door behind her. She fell into her desk chair and banged her head on her desk.

“Don’t do that now love, wouldn’t want you to scar that pretty head and end up looking like Potter.” She stiffened at the familiar drawl. She slowly raised her head to see Draco leaning against the door, his arms folded over his chest. ‘Merlin he’s sexy.’ She thought as she took him in. He wore a gray suit with silver pin stripes beneath a dark gray robe embroidered with the Malfoy coat of arms. She licked her lips unconsciously as she remembered the tightly muscled body beneath that suit.

His eyes narrowed as he watched her tongue slide over her full, pink lips.
“Is that an invitation?”

“How did you get in here Draco?” She asked. She hadn’t heard the door open, she knew he hadn’t followed her.

“Pureblood, love. Strong magic.” He smiled when she rolled her eyes. “I see you received my gift.” He said, walking across the room to touch one of the blooms softly. “I told you that you would see me sooner than you thought.”

“Why didn’t you tell me Friday?” She asked.

“Wasn’t thinking about anything but you.” He said, walking closer to sit on the edge of her desk. “Couldn’t seem to wrap my mind around anything other than how good you taste, smell, feel…and those sweet little noises you make when I’m inside you, well those have haunted me over the last couple of Days.” He said softly.

“You cant talk to me like that Draco….” She said, despite the arousal coursing through her at his words.

“Why not?” He asked. “I can see what you are thinking Granger, you thought it was a one night stand didn’t you?”

“You’re my boss.” She squeaked as he moved from his perch on her desk to kneel before her.

“Not really, I have nothing to do with your budgeting other than approving the amount you are given, truthfully you should probably be in Public Relations, not finance. But I’m not about to bring it up to the minister…I like you being close..” He said, wrapping his fingers around her ankles and slowly sliding up.

“You don’t like me!” She said as his fingers trailed up the back of her calves.

“How could you possibly believe that after we made love.” He said, lowering his head to place a soft kiss just above her knee.

“We cant, not here.” She said breathlessly as his hands slid beneath her dress.

“Sure we can, are you wearing those stockings again? I fucking love those Granger.” He growled, pushing her skirt up further.

“Oh, Mr. Potter, how wonderful to see you!” Hermione’s head snapped around as she heard Esme talking outside.
“Ms. Lockhart, nice to see you again, is Hermione in?” She heard Harry ask.

“Oh shit! Draco, stop, you need to go, apparate, go away or do something!” She said, trying to push his hands away. Draco didn’t even look up, instead he continued trying to push her skirt up.

“No, I don’t want to go, I want to see if you are wearing those stockings.”

“Go right on in Mr. Potter!” Esme said.

“Damnit!” Hermione grabbed his head and shoved him beneath her desk.

“Ouch!” He said, his head bumping the underside.

“Shush!” She said just as Harry pushed open the door.

“Hey Mione, how was the wedding?” He asked as he settled into the chair on the other side of her desk.

“Oh, it was better than I thought it would be. What brings you down Harry? Do the Aurors need something from me?” Hermione could feel Draco’s hands sliding over her thighs beneath her desk. She reached under and smacked his hand while keeping her attention seemingly focused on Harry.

“Nah, I just heard about the new head of finance, thought I’d come down and see how you were handling it.” He said, absently picking lint from his robes. She heard Draco suck in his breath when he reached the tops of her stockings.

“Um…I was somewhat surprised, but Draco has always had a good head for numbers.” She said through clenched teeth as she tried to prevent him from pushing her knees apart.

“You and he don’t exactly have a pleasant history Mione.” Harry said.

“Oh, we have called a truce recently.” She jumped when she felt him sink his teeth into her fleshy thigh, the distraction allowed him to push her thighs apart and slide his shoulders between them.

“Oh? I didn’t realize you had seen him.” Harry said his eyes roving over the bouquet of exotic roses.

“Um, I’ve seen him at social functions….fundraisers?” Her voice broke as she told the lie, Draco was sliding his fingers into her knickers,

“Are you okay, you are acting kind of odd?” Harry asked. Draco slid forward and she could feel his silky hair brushing the insides of her thighs.

“I’m fine, just….long weekend.” She muttered, trying not to react when she felt his slick tongue slide between her folds.

“Oh, right, I guess you enjoyed the party then? Meet anyone?” Harry said, waggling his brows.

“Yes, good wine.” She said stupidly as she felt Draco’s tongue slither about her swollen clit.

“Okay, you enjoyed the wine….but did you meet anyone?” Harry was starting to become concerned, it wasn’t like Hermione to be so vague.

“Yes, met someone….oh…..Harry, I really need to get back to…..work….um, Malfoy…..is going to be really demanding…..” She felt his hands clutch her thighs and he buried his face deeper between her thighs, his tongue sliding into her dripping entrance.

“Right, I should get back too, I have reports do on Kingsley’s desk by close today.” Harry got up and headed to the door. He turned around and glanced back at Hermione.

“Maybe you should leave early, get some rest.” Hermione could only smile and nod sharply, afraid that if she opened her mouth she would scream. She had never been so happy in all her life to see Harry leave.

“Oh….god….what is wrong with you!” She moaned when the door finally closed behind her friend. Draco just chuckled, the sound vibrating against her and pushing her closer to the edge. He pushed her chair back from the desk so he would have more room. With one last, long, lingering swipe at her sex he rose to his knees. He reached into his pocket and withdrew a small pocketknife. He saw her staring at the silver blade with confusion, but soon realized his intent as he sliced the crotch of her knickers.

“Sorry love, they were in my way. Might want to avoid wearing them in the future, could get expensive.” He smirked. He bunched her skirts around her waist and pulled her forward, lifting her legs to rest them over his shoulders. He reached down and opened his pants, freeing his engorged cock.

“But…what if someone comes…..” She whimpered as he pressed against her.

“Oh, someone is going to come alright….” He pushed into her slowly, as deep as he could go before pulling out again so that only the very tip of him remained inside her.
“You are so fucking wet…..I don’t think I have ever seen a woman get so hot so fast.” He pushed back into her, watching as his long, pink cock slid inside the rosy folds of her cunt.

“I don’t…..not usually……but with you…..oh god……I seem to …..” She came, hard as he plunged back into her again. His eyes widened, and a slow smile spread across his face as he felt her fluttering around him. “Have a hair trigger.” She panted.

“Bloody fucking fantastic…” He said, narrowing his eyes and leaning forward to piston his cock inside her, making sure that he pressed against her clit with every thrust. “I cant wait to get you alone later, Granger, I am going to make you come….over…..and over….” Every word was accompanied by a hard thrust into her. “and over again.” She made a high pitched keening sound as she came again, squeezing him harder, forcing his own low groan of release as he pulsed inside her, filling her with his essence.

“You better get use to me, I intend to have you again and again and again.” He said, pulling out his wand and casting a cleaning spell over them both. He looked up and saw the slight purple mark on her neck that he had left on Friday. “I like seeing my mark on you, Hermione. Be careful, or I might mark you as mine permanently.” He kissed her, quick and hard before climbing to his feet and righting his clothes. “ I’ll pick you up at your place for dinner tonight, formal attire.” He said before turning on his heel and strutting from her office.

Draco had a smug smile on his face as he strolled past the secretary.
“Mr. Malfoy? How did you…?” He simply smiled and continued on, leaving a rather befuddled Esme looking after him.