The New Minister

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To Jessie--No, this isn't completed anywhere else, I'm posting it as I write it.

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Chapter 4

Damn it all, I was wet. Had been wet since yesterday. How was it that just feeling Malfoy get hard at my words had put me into a right mess for the past day? I really needed a good shag now.

Maybe I should go down to Malfoy’s cupboard…

There was enough room for him to take me against a wall, or maybe laying over his desk…

Merlin, I needed to frig myself off again. This was getting to be too much. Malfoy was too damn sexy for his own good. I still wanted to help him but dear Godric, did I want to fuck his brains out as well.

But what if he didn’t even want me? I mean, it’s an obvious male reaction to become aroused when someone you’re holding—holding?—mentions that she would like for you to fuck her against a wall…

But he had kissed me, even though it was brief and chaste, and he had touched my ankles on that first day I went down there…

But thinking about the cupboard that he had been shoved into for the last four or five years, maybe he just craved that human connection that I was craving—after all, the last person that I had had sex with was Ron, and he was now married to a wife who was eight months pregnant.

I needed to get shagged. I needed it bad. And was it so bad of a suggestion to think that maybe Malfoy was in the same predicament? I mean, I knew he was a piece of man-candy in school—from what Lavender ‘The Slut’ Brown had said, at least—but that was before his precious fortune had been taken away. From what I could tell, at least from first seeing him down there, he liked to keep to himself.

Maybe I was just digging now…but Merlin did I hope that he wanted me.

Signing the last parchment I had to go over before lunch, I stood up from my desk, intent on going down to Malfoy’s cupboard (‘The Powers’ had said they couldn’t free up an office for them until Monday).

The voice of my secretary came over the intercom. ‘Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy is here,’ she said in a bored tone. I opened my door and let him in myself.

‘I was just heading down to see you,’ I told him as he walked in and I closed the door behind him, locking it discreetly.

‘For what?’ he asked, looking slightly afraid.

‘Just to tell you that they’ll have an office for you by Monday, and I’ll put a team together by then for you two, as well,’ I said slowly. Instead of getting the violent reaction that he had had yesterday when I told him the project was underway, he instead nodded his head slightly and looked solemn.

‘Thanks,’ he said in a sad voice. ‘And thanks for putting me with Weasley. Once you get to know him, he’s really not that bad of a person.’

‘Yes, I know,’ I smiled.

He was still stoic. ‘He’ll do good heading it up. He really does love it and he knows a lot.’

‘What’s going on, Malfoy?’ I asked him. He was sidetracking, and I could tell. I hadn’t seen him this insipid since the first day I had gone down to his office.

‘I—’ he started, but stopped suddenly. ‘Fuck.’ He looked straight at me. ‘I just wanted to apologise for what happened yesterday.’

Thinking back to the way his body felt against mine as it reacted to my words and that dark look of lust in his eyes as our eyes met for that brief second, I could think of no reason that he would have to apologise. ‘Why?’

‘Just…the way I reacted,’ he muttered. ‘I shouldn’t have been so…animated in the first place, and when you said that—’ His eyes were downcast. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Don’t be,’ I muttered softly, hoping that he wouldn’t hear.

He looked sharply back up at me. ‘What?’

Oh, go on then, I told myself. ‘Malfoy. If you’re really sorry about how you reacted to my words, then be sorry, but if you’re not really sorry, then don’t be, because I’m not.’ Those were some of the bravest words that I had ever spoken, and I waited with bated breath as his mouth moved to form an ‘O.’

Then, still silent, he strode forward and took my mouth in a brutal kiss. I gasped and he used it to his full advantage, pushing his tongue into my mouth. One of his hands was cradling my chin as he tipped my head to the side to fully devour my mouth with his. I moaned and my arm went haphazardly around his neck. For some reason I had expected him to be meek and shy about it, as he had been when he first entered my office today, but I was never so glad to be proven wrong.

His large hands held my cheeks for a few moments and then they started sliding down my body. Over my shoulders and across my collar bones, just brushing the tips of breasts before going over my stomach, around to my arse and down to my thighs. Then he grabbed my thighs and hitched me up against himself, my legs forced to go about his waist to keep my balance. His mouth finally detached from mine and he began kissing my chin and my throat and my neck. I was breathing heavily. ‘Merlin, Malfoy.’

He took a couple steps forward so that my back was to the wall and I was trapped exquisitely between it and Malfoy’s hard body. ‘Is this how you wanted it, Granger?’ he asked with a smile in his voice.

‘Oh, Gods, yes,’ I moaned. I could feel him against myself. He was so very hard and I was so very wet and I couldn’t believe that we were actually going to have sex in my office. Thank Godric that I wore a skirt today instead of trousers.

He lifted my blouse up and over my breasts, looking at them lovingly before pushing the bra out of the way and sucking a nipple into his mouth. Oh fuck, did that feel good. That’s the only thing I hated about just having sex with myself, you could emulate almost every other action that a man could do, but there was just nothing you could do about having your nipples sucked by someone, it was amazing.

As my nipple was let free with a smacking sound, he looked at me with serious eyes. ‘Are you sure about this, Granger. You could get fired.’ But he was slowly grinding his lower body against mine.

‘It would be frowned upon, but I couldn’t actually get fired,’ I explained to him, though how in the hell my brain was still working, I had no idea. ‘And seriously, if you don’t fuck me now, I’ll sack your arse.’

He smirked and it was the old Malfoy finally back, though without the maliciousness behind it…just deliciousness. He undid my legs from his hips and put me down and I was confused until he boldly ran his hands up my skirt to pull my knickers down. I kicked them away and undid the button of his trousers, pushing them past his hips.

For a few seconds, all I could do was stare at his cock. It was absolutely, positively, the most perfect cock I had ever seen. I wanted badly to just stare at it, touch it, take in every aspect of it…but he had another plan. Now that his clothes were shed—as were mine—he pulled me back against himself. He kissed me again as he once more lifted me up to wrap my legs around his waist. My back was back against the wall and he broke the kiss. He looked into my eyes, the dark molten silver of his irises hypnotising as he entered me.

Slowly, torturously slowly, he pushed in. I was breathing so heavy that it sounded like I was hyperventilating. Finally, he jerked up and buried himself to the hilt. I sighed—perfect. The fit was snug, he was a little thick, but his length was perfect, not too long, not too short—just right. Goldilocks could go to Hell, Malfoy was mine.

Not moving, he took my mouth in another brutal kiss. I groaned as I tried to get him to move, anything at all would do, just do it already. My hands were in his hair and I pulled it hard, making him gasp and pull away from my mouth. ‘Move already,’ I said.

He kissed down to my neck again, still not moving. ‘I’m savouring the feeling of finally being buried balls-deep in your delectable cunt,’ he said with a slight moan, his hands holding me up by my thighs. Said cunt squeezed his shaft with pleasure at the words as my mouth made a hissing noise. I didn’t know that I liked dirty talk…that could be interesting.

‘You’ll never savour it again if you don’t fuck me now,’ I told him. I could feel him smile against my neck, but he stayed where he was. I tried to move against him, to get some kind of friction, but he just trapped me harder against the wall. ‘Malfoy, you can fucking savour it next time, but fuck me now, please!’ I begged. I was almost crying at him tormenting me like this.

His breathing hitched again, like it had yesterday. That little gasp of surprise and pleasure. ‘Not just a please,’ he said in a happy tone. He pulled out of me slowly, just the head remaining, ‘But a promise of it happening again…’ He thrust hard into me and my head went back against the wall in pleasure. How could that feel so good?

He fucked me then. Me moaning his and Merlin’s names to the ceiling and kissing his temples, my hands running through his soft hair, while he laved and sucked and breathed hotly against my throat. His strong hands holding the bottoms of my thighs as he rutted against me—quick, hard thrusts that made me gasp every time. ‘Ah,’ he gasped out suddenly, his lower body jerked. ‘Fuck, I’m coming.’

He looked up at me and brought one of his hands up to his face. He made a show of licking his thumb and then ran his hand down my body until it found its way to my clit. He jerked hard and quick thrusts into me while his thumb grazed the tip of my clit. I was so close…so fucking close. ‘Ah, ah, ah,’ I was gasping with each thrust. His teeth grazed my neck and then he bit down on my collar bone and that was it, my body jerked against his as it was suffused with a pleasant feeling. I could hear him gasping against my neck as his hips slammed into mine, his cock buried as far into me as it could possibly be and a warm feeling spread and I felt completely and utterly at peace.

‘Miss Granger, the Minister is here to see you,’ the bored voice of the secretary said.

‘Oh, fuck off,’ I groaned to the disembodied voice. I wanted to savour this moment.

‘You can savour it next time,’ Malfoy said, obviously somehow reading my thoughts, either that or I had said the words aloud.

‘Touché.’

Malfoy detached my legs from his hips and let my feet hit the floor. He looked at me with a slight smile and said, ‘You have a hickey.’

‘Oh, you wanker,’ I complained. He pulled up his pants and trousers, and grabbing his wand out, he covered the hickey, righted my clothing—sans knickers, which ended up in his pocket—and said a contraceptive charm.

Then he kissed me again. ‘Miss Granger?’ my secretary asked.

I pulled away from him regretfully and clicked the button on the intercom. ‘Just a second. Malfoy and I are almost finished with our meeting,’ I said. I clicked the button off. ‘Come to my flat tonight?’ I asked Malfoy.

He smiled. ‘I can’t.’

I was torn. ‘Why?’

‘I have dinner with my parents tonight,’ he said, but there was still that knowing smile on his face. ‘Tomorrow night,’ he said.

‘But Ron and Sarah are going to be over tomorrow night,’ I complained.

He walked up close to me and smirked. ‘So?’

I snickered. ‘Fine. Tomorrow night, then.’

He dropped a kiss on the side of my neck and said against my neck, ‘you’re beautiful, Granger. Thank you so much, for everything.’ I smiled as he walked out of my office, surreptitiously licking the thumb that had been on my clit just a few minutes before.

Now that had been a good shag.

The Minister of Magic was sitting on a chair outside my door. ‘Come in, Mr Weasley,’ I called to him.