Working Girl

Merlin's Beard you gals can sure make a writer feel loved around here. I'm glad you are all enjoying it, you have no idea how fun this one has been to write.



WEDNESDAY



Hermione awoke half an hour before needing to get up. Last night was plagued with erotic images of one Draco Malfoy. Over and over she had seen the sexy blonde come for her in several different situations, but the one that burned her memory and soaked her knickers was the office scene that played out in her mind when she would masturbate.

She was on her back on the desk as he thrust into her warmth over and over, only this time he was whispering words of love and passion as he took her again and again, finally climaxing in each other’s arms. What worried her most was when her dream self told him she loved him and wanted to be with him always.



Looking to her left she saw an empty bed, it hadn’t even been slept in. Worry passed through her as she bolted from the bed searching for him. She checked the bathroom; nothing, made her way to the kitchen, all quiet, then stepped into the sitting room to find him sprawled upon the settee with a light blanket covering only his legs.



“Ron” she shook him gently. He rolled over on his back, her senses assaulted by a sickening sweet perfume. Definitely not anything she ever wore. Leaning down she sniffed him again to be sure she wasn’t going barmy, again the smell overtook her senses.



“Ronald Weasley GET UP!” she yelled in his ear.



Ron shot up from the couch looking around, he saw Hermione above him with an irritated look on her face.



“Bloody Hell ‘Mione, what d’you do that for?” he ran his fingers through his hair and that’s when she noticed a rather large red mark on his neck behind his ear.



“What. Is. That?” She asked through her teeth as she pointed at the mark on his neck.



He didn’t even have the grace to look abashed.



“What? It’s nothing, don’t get your knickers in a twist” he stood up from the couch and made his way towards the bathroom.



“Ronald Weasley. You have exactly one minute to tell me where you were last night and WHO you were with” her hands were in fists and her entire body was shaking with fury.



Turning around slowly Ron looked at her shaking form and moved closer to her.



“Do you really want to know Hermione? Cause I’ll tell you and you won’t like it.” He crossed his arms over his chest waiting for her answer.



Hermione looked at him with anger in her eyes. “Oh really, what the bloody hell is going on Ronald?!”



“I was with Colleen last night” he spoke carefully. “She gave me a promotion and we went to dinner to discuss the details. She had a little too much to drink and I was worried about her getting home safely, so I assisted her to her flat.” He shrugged his shoulders.



“And?” By this time Hermione’s hands were on her hips, her finger nails digging into her skin from the fury roiling inside her.



“Well, one thing led to another and, well, she jumped me really. One minute we were talking and, look, do you really want to know anymore than that?”



“Ronald Weasley if you don’t cough it up right now I swear on Merlin’s Bloody grave I will hex your prick into oblivion” She seethed with anger, her small form stood stock straight, her eyes burning into him.



“Okay,” he covered his genitals as he took a step back.



“Look, it wasn’t planned, it’s just, lately things between us haven’t been the same, ya know? I know you can feel it. Anyways, we were just talking and then she kissed me, it was just an innocent kiss, but before I knew it she was pulling her clothes off and well, “ he really didn’t want to finish, nodding at Hermione as if she knew exactly what had happened next.



“You slept with her didn’t you?” came her calm question. There was no anger, no fury, not even hurt when she asked the question. She fell back onto the couch, her head in her hands.



Not looking up she whispered softly “I want you out by tonight. I’ll not come home after work to give you time to get your things, but I don’t want you here when I get home”



“Hermione, look. . .” he tried to talk to her, only to be abruptly silenced by her small form raising from the settee.



“No, you look” she stood up and got within an inch of his face. “I never thought something like this would happen, but you know what? I don’t even care. I’m actually glad this happened. It showed me exactly what kind of person you really are. The passion may be dead between us, but I never thought you’d go behind my back with another woman. Merlin Ron, I thought we were friends first, but now, even that’s gone.”



Without another word she strode to the bedroom slamming the door shut behind her. Not 15 minutes later she opened the door ready for work. Ron was nowhere to be found. She stepped into the floo and headed off to work.



~*~



Draco stepped into the office shocked to see her desk empty. Sighing deeply he sat behind his desk completely lost in his thoughts.



“How could I have been so stupid?” he asked himself.



“I’ve gone and buggered everything up, for what? A kiss? Well, it was an amazing kiss” he smiled to himself. Shaking his head he cleared his mind of the memory plaguing his mind since last night.



“Bloody hell, what am I supposed to say to her now?”



“How about, good morning beautiful” Hermione stood in the doorway taking in the handsome man before her. His shoulder length blonde hair was pulled back today, his crisp black button down shirt hugged his chest she so desperately wished to taste.



“Hermione” he whispered as he stood and made his way towards her.



“I’m so sorry about last night. I know I crossed the line. I hope this doesn’t ruin things between us.” He reached out with a tentative hand, pulling her hand into his.



“Oh Malfoy, don’t give it a second thought” she laughed it off as she hung up her cloak.



Malfoy stood gaping at her. She was wearing a very short black skirt, a thigh high slit on the left side, giving him a magnificent view of her creamy thigh. His gaze slowly raked her. He loved the way the white silk blouse moved when she moved, caressing her skin as she bent over her desk to retrieve the storage room key from her drawer.



She gave him a playful smile and winked as she sauntered out of the office, swinging her hips seductively.



He felt a tightening in his pants as she walked down the hallway and around the corner, out of his sight. He knew he shouldn’t follow her, his body had obviously missed the memo his brain was sending as he found himself behind her in the storage room. The sight before him sparked new energy pulsing through his now stiff member.



She was leaning over with her arse high in the air as she rummaged through a box on the lower shelf. The slit up her thigh exposed a teasing display of the black lace knickers she was wearing.



“Granger, if you don’t stop playing I’m gonna fill up this storage room with more than office supplies.” His hand was now caressing the bulge in his pants.



Working side by side with him every day, all day, learning his laugh, his humor, his moods, down to his very scent made her throw caution to the wind. She stood to face him. Her parted lips, the slow slide of hands to rest on hips, and deep sigh emboldened him. He stepped closer, only a small gap between them as he reached up to caress her cheek with his thumb.



“What are you doing?” he asked slyly.



Hermione knew exactly what she was doing. Ron was no longer keeping her from moving forward with Malfoy, the thought of being with him only made her desire seep from her body, pooling in her knickers. Turning her head slightly to look up into his eyes, she kept her stance as it was, asking him sweetly, “Now Malfoy, what are you talking about? I’m in need of a tool and I thought for sure it’d be in here” She met his stare with desire in her eyes. “Would you like to help me find what I’m looking for, Malfoy? Do you know of any tools in here that might fit my needs?” She raised her hand to his chest, stroking him as her other hand gently pushed the storage room door closed with a soft ‘click’



Sweat broke out on Malfoys brow at her touch. He felt as if his chest were on fire just from her single touch. The room became smaller, hotter than even he could stand when he felt her body slide against his.



“Malfoy,” she whispered breathily, moving against him in a slow seductive dance.



“Granger” His voice muffled hers as he moved against her, fabric creating friction, heat.



Tilting her head up to his tall form, her tongue darted out to wet her now too dry lips, silently beckoning him to her. He was unable to hold back any further as he gripped her neck pulling her to him in a fiery kiss. His tongue searching her moist cavern, sliding against her teeth, the roof of her mouth, finding her velvety tongue his lips sucked the tip into his mouth.

Low moans escaladed into deep throaty grunts as two bodies became one.



“Hey, what’s going on in there?” a muffled voice sounded behind them, breaking them apart quickly.



They heard pounding on the door as they straightened their clothes. Hermione wrenched open the door and looked at the annoying boy before her.



“Excuse me” she slipped past him and went back to the office without another word.



“Sorry, the door must have closed behind us, it’s all yours” Malfoy walked quickly down the hallway towards the loo. There was no way he was going back to their office in his present condition.



He looked around the deserted room checking for any other people, quickly locking the door behind him he found himself in the last stall, quickly dropping his pants he wrapped his strong hand around his stonker. The head was so sensitive and tender that, if he could have, he would have bent to suck it himself. His hand moved in spasmodic jerks until he came so hard that no sound escaped his lips.



~*~



Lunchtime hit them both quickly as neither had said a word since they came back from the storage room.



“Granger” he hesitantly asked ‘You up for lunch today?”



Lifting her head just enough for her eyes to seek his gaze, she answered with a grin “Are You UP for it Malfoy?”



“Always for you, ready?” he gazed into her eyes.



“What would you like to eat?” She stood behind her desk, her hardened nipples stood erect against her blouse as she sauntered towards the door.



“Now Granger, that’s a loaded question”



“Is it? Loaded I mean” she smiled evilly as she made her way out the door and towards the lift.



Malfoy cursed under his breath as he felt his dick harden once again.



The lift doors opened and thankfully no one else was inside. Malfoy stepped inside before Hermione, turning to face her he crooked his finger in a come hither motion for her to enter the small space with him.



She stepped inside and quickly hit the button for the main lobby when she felt his hot breath on her neck.



“I knew I could make you come with just my finger” he teased before placing a chaste kiss on her neck, inhaling her strawberry scented shampoo.



She turned around to face him, placing her hands upon his broad chest and looking up into his eyes, “Oh, I’m sure you could with such long fingers as you have” she pulled his hand up to her face, sticking her tongue out she licked the entire index finger in one long, wet swipe of her tongue.



He sealed the gap between them. The kiss he delivered was gentle. His mouth craved hers like a dying man craves water. Before she could respond the bell rang out signaling the lift coming to a halt. The doors opened just as she stepped in front of Malfoy, effectively hiding the now very noticeable tent in his pants. An older gentlemen stepped inside the lift next to Hermione, smiling widely at her. The doors closed and the three of them rode silently down to the main lobby.



~*~



Hermione had chosen a small muggle café near the Ministry for lunch today. It was extremely crowded and the wait for service seemed to be insanely long. She knew she had gone too far in the lift, but right now she really didn’t give a rats arse. She quickly found a small booth that had just been vacated. Shoving Malfoy into the small seat for one.



“Budge up” she told him as she nearly sat on his lap.



“Oi Granger, if you’d wanted to get up close and personal we could have stayed in the office, where’s it not so crowded” He gripped her hip and pulled her into his lap, reveling at the feel of her plush bottom in his lap. She could feel his stonker pressing into her arse.



“You know Malfoy, I don’t think I could possibly eat a bite until I’ve worked up a healthy appetite, what d’ya say we get outta here and have a bit of How’s Your Father instead?”



Malfoy had never moved so fast in his life, he lifted her small frame from his lap, placing her on her feet he looked into her eyes and asked “Are you taking the piss?”



“Why don’t we go somewhere a little more quiet and find out” she winked before pulling on his belt loops, moving towards the exit.



As soon as they were outside the crowded establishment Malfoy wrapped his arm around her waist, moving quickly down the street he found an alley, pulling her beside him, he looked twice to be sure no one had seen them and Disapparated with a soft ‘crack’



~*~



Hermione fell backwards onto a luxurious King sized bed with Malfoy immediately following, landing on top of her gently. He pulled back to look in her eyes for any hesitation or regret at what was about to happen.



“Are you sure about this? Things will change between us forever.”



“It’s moments like these that make our lives worth living” she hooked her hands behind his neck, pulling him closer.



“Always cherish life moment by moment” he whispered and pulled her into a hard kiss, his tongue tangling with hers until she gasped and broke the kiss.

Her heart was banging against her breastbone. Her skin was damp all over. The ache at the tips of her breasts had become one with the pulse of agony between her thighs.

He covered her breasts with his hands. He nuzzled her shoulder with his chin. She breathed him in with a shudder. Her hands were now working the buttons on his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. She ran her fingers through his hair, nuzzling his collarbone, dropping wet kisses upon his skin. His hands circling her arse sent acute pleasure through her. She arched into his body when she heard a frantic voice calling from the other room. A female voice.



Draco groaned, it was his mother. Pulling abruptly away from her he ran to the other room, leaving her panting for air. She sighed a deep breath as she pushed herself off his bed. This was a sign. She couldn’t, shouldn’t be doing this. Without another thought she quickly Disapparated back to the Ministry. She made her way to their office, grabbed her things and left for the remainder of the day.



Draco entered the room where he saw his mother standing in front of the fireplace.



“Mother, haven’t I told you to call before you just ‘pop’ over” he asked in a very frustrated voice.



“Oh darling, I’m so sorry but I checked your office and you weren’t there, so I thought I’d check here to see if you were home today and I’m so glad I found you. I want you to come to dinner at the Manor tonight and I won’t take no for an answer.”

“Draco, why is your shirt hanging off of you?” She had finally taken in his appearance and smiled the truest form of the Malfoy smirk.

“Did I catch you at a bad time dear?” she peered around the corner to look in the bedroom only to have Draco move to stand in front of her gaze.



“Actually yes Mother, you did, now if we could discuss this later I would really appreciate it” He held her arm to move her towards the kitchen area. “Now, if you don’t mind” he waved at her to signal their discussion was over.



“Well, I’ll see you at dinner then, don’t be late please” and with that she disappeared with a loud ‘Crack’



Malfoy ran his hand through his hair, looking down he noticed he no longer sported his raging hard on. ‘Thanks mum” he muttered before heading back to the bedroom. He stopped in the doorway when he noticed there was no one on the bed; he looked in the bathroom and still, no one. Sitting on the bed he silently cursed his mother as he ran his hand through his long blonde locks.



“I’ll definitely need to work on changing the wards” he muttered as he straightened his clothing.

He made a quick sandwich before heading back to work only to find she wasn’t there either.

He finished out the day alone in their office, not getting much work done as he sat in his chair staring at her empty desk.



TBC

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BTW: stonker=huge erection How's Your Father=sex



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