Just Reality

Hermione held the dinner meeting in complete control. Every man at the table was riveted by her beauty. Each with a massive hard on that would have to be serviced by someone else. Hermione was special and no common man would have her. Only one deserving of her attention would have the distinct honor of touching her delectable body.



She sat down and let one of the many men stand and present his information. She laughed in her head at the obvious erection he had failed to hide.



She settled back in her seat and listened to the boring voice and his boring words. She held back a yawn and tried to stay awake. She loathed these boring meetings.



She sat straight up when she felt a hand gliding along her leg. She didn’t move, she stayed still as the hand was joined by it’s partner and her legs were caressed from ankle to knee cap. It was a gentle touch, and she felt those wonderful hands slid up her thighs and pulling her lacy knickers off. She had no idea where they ended up and at the moment she didn’t really care.



The hands eased her keens apart and felt the soft flesh if her inner thighs. She focused her look on the speaker, as he went on and on and on, saying everything and nothing at the same time.



She knew the distinct feeling of a face sliding between her legs. Soft fine hair trailed along her legs as he moved closer to her lips. She held in her gasp as his tongue licked her. She tried closing her thighs but he wouldn’t let her.



He tasted her sweetness and plunged deeply into her. She tried to keep her breathing calm and focused but the rise and fall of her chest was evident to the men in the room who fantasized about her. Fantasizing about her was all they could do.



A faint sheen of perspiration covered her flesh driving the men in the room mad with lust. Two fingers slid inside her and pushed upward. The speaker kept on speaking but wasn’t even paying attention to his own words.



Hermione’s nipples peaked and were teasing the room. Her breasts ached as she neared a climax. She gripped the arms of her chair in a tight grip, her thighs were trembling as she hugged the man between her legs.



The fingers crooked in tandem inside her and a set of soft lips locked onto her clit and sucked her hot spot. She panted, trying to control her reaction but she couldn’t help it and a light groan that escaped ran up the spine of every man in the room.



She turned her head and pretended to look her notes as he bit her lip and came, thrusting her hips under the table. She shook a little, trying to hold it in but failing. The room had fallen silent as the occupants watched her.



She leaned back in her chair, her breasts still rising and falling and her nipples still hard under her shirt. The warmth she felt radiated to the men around her. She saw the prominent erection on the speaker who had for some reason, lost his train of thought. The other men had loosened ties, unbuttoned the top buttons on shirts. All of them were watching her closely.



She sighed and reached a hand up to smooth her hair. “Well gentlemen, unless anyone has anything to add, I think we can conclude the meeting for this week.”



With several coughs and murmurs the room emptied out, with several men moving to the gents to deal with issues that had arisen during the meeting. Hermione pulled the cloth out of the way and took a look. “I thought it might be you.” She said giving him a wink.





Hermione hurled the book against the wall. “I thought it might be you? Who is he kidding?” She asked the room but only Crookshanks was there to hear it, and he was too old to care anymore.



She looked back at the notebook on the floor and frowned. A letter had fallen out of it. She rolled her eyes and rubbed her forehead. ‘He would figure out a way to get a message to me that no good, slimy, conniving,” he leaned down and picked up the book, slamming it on the coffee table, “shyster, inbred, self-centered,” she ripped open the letter, “lousy excuse of a primate.”



“I know you are upset, but please talk to me. Come to the Manor anytime. Let’s be adult about this. Draco”



“Let’s be adult about….lizard!” She tore the letter into tiny pieces and incinerated them.







She took a relaxing weekend and returned to work Monday. She never returned Draco’s letter and didn’t plan to. She told her boss that she was abandoning the lab project. He thought she was going to the extreme but she insisted. She would merely reinforce the wards and charms on the labs they had now.



Mr. Boyd let it drop, intending to ask her about it after she had time to think. He never mentioned his conversation with Mr. Malfoy to her. He didn’t think she would want to hear it. Mr. Malfoy was quite apologetic and did confirm that they had been involved during their time at Hogwarts. He also mentioned that they had some unresolved issues he had hoped would be solved now that years have gone by.



Mr. Boyd would have loved to see Hermione reunited with him, she always seems so alone and overworked. A man in her life would do wonders for her, and frankly, he didn’t understand why she was so against speaking to him. To refuse to pursue her lab funding because of him, meant that it was something huge. He would have to stay out of it now, he thought. She was obviously upset enough to try and resign and he knew she might if provoked.



Hermione was a successful investor and made more then enough money that she could walk out and leave any time. She was here because she loved this industry and she loved the challenge. Mr. Boyd liked having her here as well. He had to make sure Hermione felt comfortable in her work environment and that mean dealing with Mr. Malfoy.



He hated asking the man to stay clear of her, but he had been understanding and said he had not intended to come across as threatening. He also said he didn’t think Hermione would try and run from him. She usually faced challenges head on and avoiding him like this wasn’t like the Hermione he knew. While Mr. Boyd agreed with her, he didn’t have the authority to do anything other then make sure Hermione had what she needed. Mr. Malfoy wasn’t his employee.



He was upset at Hermione abandoning the project, he hope eventually she would see differently. He watched as she went about the day as normal. He could tell she had something on her mind, but decided to wait and not push her.



As she went about her first day back, she spent more time answering mail that had built up. She didn’t want to venture anywhere and since she had put the parchments for the lab project away it gave her a chance to catch up and focus on her normal assignments.



She had gotten through several letters when her assistant came in with a letter. “This was brought in for you Miss Granger.”



It was a letter from Draco asking if she was going to come to the Manor for dinner. He would await her and this time watch his words. He would not make her feel uncomfortable in anyway.



When she saw his name at the end of the letter her anger resurfaced. She remembered his smug story in the notebook and saw red. He still thought she was willing to play games. He still thought he could sneak his way into her life. Well, he thought wrong.



She wrote a note telling him that the lab project had been canceled and thanking him for interest in the project. She also told him that his presence at the Ministry of Magic would no longer be needed. She signed it politely and formally, giving it to her assistant to send off.



Mr. Boyd came to her office just before she left asking her to reconsider the lab, but she was adamant. She told her boss that she would not be obligated to Draco Malfoy in any way, including professionally. She would not put herself in any position where she had to thank him for anything.



He could say nothing more, and only asked that she kept the notes for the future when they would be able to look for another financier. She agreed, not telling him that she was going to try and find a way to fund the project herself.



She was closing up her office when Draco walked in. “Get out.” She said calmly.



“Why did you cancel the project?” He asked.



“Get out.” She said, putting her files away.



“Why did you threaten to quit your job?” He pushed.



“Get out.” She said, putting letters in her desk.



“Why didn’t you answer my letter?” He continued.



She took up her cloak and shut off the lights. She left her office well aware of him following her. She exited the building and walked along the street to an apparition point.



“Dammit Granger, quit ignoring me.” He said harshly and nearly stumbled as she spun around.



“Now, you listen to me you lacertus sauria.” She said jammed her finger into his chest.



“Lacer…..what?!” He cried looking more confused then ever.



“You don’t seem to get it do you?” She said with flaring eyes. “Whatever happened is over and done with. It’s no use going back into the past and if you are using my project to try and weasel that information out of me then you have no class at all!” She was raising her voice but there was no one around them.



“No class? You are the one who wont speak to me. All I’m asking is for you to talk to me…..”



“No, that is not what you want!” She pushed do hard on his chest that he backed up a step. “What you want to hear is whatever reason that brain of yours has concocted up! You don’t care what reasons I have for ending things that way, you just want to hear something you agree with!”



“So why don’t you talk with me…..”



“And I suppose you would then tell me why I think the way I do or a way to get over what I feel right!? Forget it, I’m not going to feel obligated to you Draco, no matter what you say!” She turned and apparated away, leaving him standing there.



“I’m getting real tired of you leaving this way.” He said to the air and running hands through his hair angrily. “Although Hermione, you should watch your office a little better.” He said, pulling out a notebook from his robes.