Working Girl

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TUESDAY



Hermione sat at her desk the next day seething with anger as the memories of last night ran through her mind.



‘Just what the hell did he think he was doing? He knew damn good and well that I had dinner cooking and he goes to bed? And if I have to spend another night laying there, acting as if I’m some damn sperm depository I’ll AK his dumb ass!’



“Morning Beautiful” Malfoy called out as he entered the office.



“Hey what’s wrong? Hippogriff eat your cat?” he laughed as he sat down.



“Nothing” she bit out a little harsher than she intended. “Sorry, it’s nothing”



“Well, it didn’t look like ‘nothing’ when I came in. The look on your face could’ve scared the Dementors from Azkaban” He stepped over to her desk and sat down on the corner. She was immediately assaulted by his intoxicating scent once again. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and looked up at the handsome face now staring at her.



“Just personal stuff” she really didn’t want to bring Malfoy into her personal problems, especially when they were sexual problems.



“Ah, trouble in paradise? You know Granger, you can always take out your sexual frustrations on me, I’m here to lend a hand” Holding up his two fingers he wiggled them suggestively at her.



“Gods Malfoy, you’re so bad” she laughed at his perverted joke.



“Oh, I can guarantee you I’m very good” he nearly whispered to her, raising his eyebrows. “I can make you forget all about your little problems if you just gave me a chance”



“I’ll do no such thing, I’m with Ron and I’m sure you have your weekly supply of wenches to keep you company” she stood up, now face to face with him and got within an inch of those beautiful eyes, “Now, we have a meeting with Mr. Bones, are you coming?”



“Only with you, Granger, only with you” he snickered before heading towards the door to head to the meeting.



Hermione rolled her eyes, her stomach was also rolling at the look he had just given her.

‘stop that’ she told herself.



The meeting was quick and only lasted half the time they allotted so they decided to head to an early lunch. Looking over the menu Hermione couldn’t decide what she wanted today, the salads were quite boring and she was very hungry today.



“Hello, I’m Markham and I’ll be your waiter what can I get you to drink?”



They ordered their drinks as Hermione continued to peruse the menu.



“I have no idea what I want today” Hermione was biting her lip in concentration, reviewing everything there was.



“How about some tube steak?” Malfoy grinned as he set his menu down to look into her eyes.



“I didn’t see that, where. . .Gods Malfoy, knock it off.” She just laughed and blushed at herself for falling for that one.



“Oh come on, it even comes with special sauce.” He continued to tease her as the waiter came back.



“I’ll have the Oysters and Calumus Tea please” Malfoy gave the young man the menu and looked expectantly at Hermione.



“I’ll have the house salad, dressing on the side please”



“You are incorrigible you know that” Hermione huffed at him and sat back in her chair, uneasy with the look Malfoy was sending her way.



“Are your defenses weakening Granger? You don’t seem to be putting up much of a fight. What d’ya say we leave lunch early and treat ourselves to some dessert” sticking his tongue out he made a curling motion at her. “I bet you taste delicious” he winked at her.



Hermione couldn’t help but laugh to cover the blush threatening to expose her.



“What am I gonna do with you” as soon as the words left her mouth she knew she had left herself open.



“Anything you want Granger, any-thing at all” he nearly growled at her across the table.



“Okay, okay, my fault on that one” She shook her head and squeezed her thighs tightly to suppress the throbbing ache between her legs.



~*~



Hermione finished up her reports just as a memo plane came flying in through the door.

Dropping onto her desk she quickly opened it, expecting to see some inter-department memo, instead she noticed it was on Ron’s scratchy writing.





‘Mione,



Have to work late tonight, will be home after dinner, don’t wait up.



Ron





She sighed as she tossed the note into the trash bin. ‘Well, at least I can stay and finish these papers tonight’



She began working on the next stack of papers when her quill cracked down the middle.



“Bloody hell” she whispered to herself. She checked her drawers and found no spare quills. Stepping over to Malfoys desk she rummaged through his pristinely organized drawers, unable to find one either she decided she needed to grab some from the supply room.



“Granger, what are you doing in my drawers?” Malfoy mocked her with a sarcastic and shocked tone.



“Ha Ha, my quill broke, do you have any spares?”



“Nope, I need some myself” he moved around his desk to grab the key to the supply room, but Hermione was too quick and grabbed them before he could grasp them in his fingers.



Dangled the keys in front of him she teased him “Need anything while I’m in there?”



“yes, in fact, you. In the supply room”



Shaking her head she just walked off with a smile on her face. This was getting out of hand, she couldn’t say anything to him anymore without him suggesting something sexual.



Opening the door she searched the room for the quills when she noticed they were on the top shelf in a small box. Reaching as high as she could she still couldn’t reach.



“Just a little higher Granger” He was leaning against the doorway admiring her backside.



“Gods, Malfoy, you scared the death out of me, what are you doing just standing there? Help me would you?” she stepped to the side and motioned to the box she needed.



“What do I get if I help you” he leaned into her and smiled that ‘knicker wetting’ smile she had given him last year. Unable to answer him without choking on her words she tilted her head and shrugged her shoulders.



Reaching up to grab the box Hermione caught herself checking out his nice firm arse.

She glanced up and her gaze was trapped by the silent smolder in his eyes. Those searching, steel grey eyes were impossible to ignore. Her gaze became a slow glide down his handsome, symmetrical features; it stopped at his mouth.



“Granger, what do you say we hit the Leaky after work and grab a drink?”



Thinking about his offer and the still fresh memories of last night made her throw caution to the wind.



“Why not, I’m good for a drink or two” and quickly made her way back to the office before he could reply with some sexual innuendo.



~*~



“Let’s go Granger” he called out as he grabbed his cloak and stuck out his elbow for her.



They arrived at the Leaky Cauldron and noticed there were several employees having an after work drink, she felt a little better knowing they were on common ground here. The thought of her being alone with Malfoy brought trembles to her insides, thank goodness the place was nearly full.



In fact, it was so full they had a hard time finding a place to sit. Scanning the pub for any empty seats she felt his strong warm hand enclose over hers and she was being dragged to a back corner with very low lighting.



“Granger, come on before someone else grabs it” he pulled again. She realized she hadn’t moved when he touched her, she was too shocked at the thrilling sensation of his hands upon her.



Finally moving she made her way to the small corner and took her seat, directly next to Malfoy. The other patrons had taken all of the chairs and they were left in a small booth, just for two. She shrugged off her cloak and Malfoy offered to go hang it up for her.



A few minutes later he came back with two shots of Firewhiskey.



“Here, I thought you might need this” Malfoy handed her one before he slid into the seat next to her. Their legs brushing against the other’s.



“Beg your pardon?” she looked at him questioningly, why on worth would she ‘need’ this?



“You don’t have to beg Granger” he teased her before throwing back his shot.



“I mean why would I need this?” she held up the glass to him.



“You looked like you needed a good shot, come on Granger, don’t be such a pansy” he laughed at her outrageous look at being called a pansy, not to mention it was the name of his ex. Yuck!



Smiling at him with a bit of a smirk she held up the glass and downed her shot without ever taking her eyes off him.



“Now, do you want to tell me what was wrong this morning?” he leaned into her, his arm brushing against hers.



“Not really” she mumbled, not looking at him this time. Her hands were fidgeting in her lap as she looked around the pub trying to find anything to look at except those beautiful eyes now burning into her.



She felt his hand reach for hers and pulled it towards his lips. Placing a soft, gentle kiss upon the back of her hand he pulled her closer to him and whispered in her ear.



“You can tell me, Granger, we’re friends”



His voice had washed over her body with a wave of want, and then entered between her legs to coat her insides with new heat.



“You know, I don’t think this is such a good idea, I should really get home, Ron will be wondering where I am” she made to get up when she felt strong arms wrap around her waist pulling her back down, much closer to him than she should be.



His hand moved to the nape of her neck of its own volition and gathered her curly brown locks into a slowly tightening fist.



“Granger, don’t leave”



“I. . .I should really go” her breathy reply caressed his lips, a hint of firewhiskey lingering in the small space between them.



He lowered his mouth to hers, testing for acceptance. Her parted lipsinched forward, without another thought she closed the distance between them in a fevered kiss before she abruptly pulled back, covering her tingling lips with her fingers she stood and made her way to the cloak rack and made for the door, taking once last glance in his direction she could see him sitting dazed in the small booth, his fingers clutched tightly around his glass, and she left.



TBC



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