Boys Night, Girls Night

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5.


Hermione was on edge.
She had spent all of Monday night working on her catering responsibilities. It didn’t help that she didn’t have much to go on. She had a bakery, sure, but the whole dinner issue was getting to her. She was just starting to expand her business into that area. She hadn’t tested or experimented with her recipes enough to use them in her shop yet. Damn Draco.

Then of course was her meeting and what she wanted to wear. It wasn’t uncommon for Hermione to wear muggle clothes to work. She usually wore her robes to work and into the building, but she took them off while she was in the office. They were a hindrance to her. She somehow always had them caught on a desk, or a corner, or a drawer. The Ministry robes were too loose for her taste anyway.

Ok, so Viktor had a thing for the ‘secretary look.’
And so what if she chose the tight high-waist pinstripe black pencil skirt with the emerald green blouse. That her black lace undergarments tended to peak out when she moved just the right way? That she decided to pull her hair into a loose French twist with wispy curls. Or the black high heels?
Who would really notice since she was wearing her trusty trench coat when not in her robes?
No one, she assured herself.
Maybe Ginny, since she was inevitably going to track her down today. Those four howlers she sent were telling her so.

The only flaw she had right now was sneaking past her roommate. She was avoiding him after the kitchen the other morning and couldn’t fathom why it bothered her so much. There was something about the way Draco looked at her. He was constantly watching her when they were alone. Like she was an interesting book he didn’t want to put down. It drove her bonkers.

Stealing a deep breath, she doubled checked her reflection, tied her sash around her trench coat, grabbed her Ministry robes, and walked out her room.

Draco was finishing up the dishes and gave her a side-long glance. How he could put so much meaning into one look was beyond her. She mumbled something about her meeting with Krum going to be running late, so he’d have to fend for himself for dinner. He nodded and told her good luck. She almost successfully made it out the door when Draco spoke again.

“’Mione? Can you help me with something real quick?”

She swallowed and knew whatever he needed help on, it was going to be a bad idea. He never asked for help. Gathering her Gryffindor courage she walked back into the flat. “Sure. What can I do?”

He grinned evilly at her choice of words but kept his voice innocent enough. “Well, Ron and Harry mentioned something the other week, and I wanted to see it for myself whether they're lying.”

Confusion. “And just what did Ron tell you that I am needed.” She couldn’t think of anything that Ron could say that would cause Draco the need to clarify.

“And Harry,” he corrected. “They told me that I didn’t know you at all.”

She frowned. “Of course you do.”

“Well, then you would do anything to help fix that, right?” He spoke slowly, his face expressionless.

Her brow furrowed. Her instincts were telling her run, that something Slytherin worthy was afoot. But she couldn’t for the life of her figure out what it was. “You know I will.”

He nodded. “I knew you would say that. In that case,” he paused and gave her the biggest smirk he ever gave in his life, “could you show me what is under your trench coat right now?”

For the love of all that is holy, why couldn’t her two former best friends learn to keep their big fat mouths shut?


Draco watched in amusement. Her face blanched, her eyes darting around the room. Then just as fast, he stared at the change of colors until she settled on a deep red blush that he found particularly satisfying. So she was hiding something under that coat. He would never be able to thank the Wonder-Boys enough.


“Well, yo-you see, I-I- I just…” She exhaled, ending her spluttering. Then she realized who she was stuttering in front of. You know what? She thought, Fine. Why bother hiding? Why not give Draco something to wank over for the next week? He asked for it after all.

When she leveled her chin he knew he was in for it. Her eyes sparkled with malicious glee and the gold flecks burned right through his skin.
She slowly put her things on the couch, and turned towards him. One foot seductively in front of the other, she stopped only once her chest was pressed lightly into him. She waited, breathing slightly harder- unknown to him from trying to keep the laughter from spilling over and ruining her moment.
“Why don’t you undo this sash and find out for yourself?” She whispered, practically moaning, a sound that sent all his blood immediately south.
Did the temperature just triple in this apartment? How the hell did she turn the tables on him? His body was telling him it didn’t mind in the least, and in this instance, he figured he would roll with it. It was just Granger.

He favored her with a slow smile, and tugged the sash so she staggered a bit and brushed into him. She bit her lip. Good. So he wasn’t the only one affected by this. He slipped his hands under the shoulders and caressingly slid the coat off her. Only then did he break eye contact and take a glance down. He saw breast. Lots and lots of breast.


Hermione took a step back, so she wouldn’t do something stupid. Like kiss the fool. She let the coat slip down around her wrists and put it over her arm. She gave him a sexy half grin, more of a challenge than anything else, and did a slow turn around.
“Do you approve?” She in a husky voice. No laughter this time, his eyes were hot on her body, each stare a touch. How did she think this wouldn’t bother her?

Bloody hell. He wanted to run his hands through her hair, take her mouth till it was buffed red from his kisses, and ravish her right there on the kitchen table. It took all his willpower to stay still. His eyes ran over the curve of her hip, her legs right down to her black pumps. Back up to her chest, that magnificent chest wrapped in emerald green, over the full pout of her lips, to her eyes.

Taking a steadying supply of air, he met her stare. “Fucking beautiful,” he growled at last. He ran a hand over his face, trying to remain in control of his limbs, forcing himself not to throw her over his shoulders and lock the bedroom door behind him.


Hermione, you’re a complete genius, and an idiot. Fuck. She managed somewhat unsteadily to put the coat back on. Her limbs felt heavy and clumsy. She walked to her things and gathered them. Draco moved to the door to hold it open.

She looked up as she passed, his mouth inches from hers. Their eyes locked for a moment that seemed to extend past mere seconds. Finally he broke contact.
“Have a good day.”
And she heard the door shut behind her.

Her meeting with Viktor couldn’t come soon enough.


Hermione thought she was going to get away with it. Ok, no, she hoped, prayed, and was tempted to give sacrificial offerings to anyone to get away from what she knew was coming. Her only relief in knowing she was going to face Ginny at some point in the day was that it was now so late that she wouldn’t have time to talk - her meeting with Krum was in fifteen minutes. And Krum was always early.

“Ms. Granger, I was told to tell you that an irate best friend is here to see you.” Came the voice of her secretary, Julie.

Time to face the cavalry.
“Send her in, and let me know immediately when my next appointment comes in. When he arrives, you can have an early leave. Thanks Julie.”

She barely reached for her robes when the door swung open.
“Knocking is still considered common decency you know.” She stated grumpily, putting the robes back down. Since Ginny already saw her outfit, there was little reason to hide.

“Oh, shut it. You evaded me long enough. Details and information. Like why you’re dressed like that, for one.” Ginny sat in the chair across from her, her hair crackling with intensity. She was in a no-nonsense mood, a rare thing. While she was dressed impeccably and looked the part, she wasn’t happy.

“Gin, you ok?” She asked tentatively.

“This isn’t about me.” She tsked. Whatever was bothering her, she wasn’t ready to talk about it.

“Ginny this isn’t like all the other adventures we had. This is Malfoy. I can’t tell...”

“Spare me the guilt. Details.” She broke in.

“It’s not like that.”

She snorted, her eyes flashing. “Now.”

Hermione sighed. “It was everything every girl dreamed of,” she said sarcastically.

Gin nodded, thoughtful. “I knew it. Something else happened. What? Did you guys decide to have it out?”

Hermione paused. “I haven’t told him yet.” That got her full attention.

“Why the hell not? He’s been driving me bonkers over here for answers! He wants to see you again! Why wait? If it was good for you and for him, why not confess and get things moving?” Gin fumed. How hard was it to fess up? How can they not see what she did?

“It’s so much more complicated than that! He doesn’t see me as Hermione now, but Hermione seven years ago.”

Ginny’s expression softened. “Mione, he does see you. But he-”

“Ms. Granger, your four o’clock is here.” Julie chimed.

Ginny gave her an exasperated sigh. “Figures,” and got up in a swirl of colors. “This isn’t finished. And Mione, he does see you. He just hasn’t put the pieces together yet.”
She reached the door as Krum walked through.

Subtlety was never Ginny’s strong point. She stood completely still for a passing moment ignoring Krum’s welcome and looked at Hermione. She raised one eyebrow and she thought she saw her lips twitch. It was a look that told her yes, she knew what was going on, and yes she was going to hound her to death if she didn’t start explaining things. Since when did her life get so complicated?

Hermione and Viktor gave each other a measuring stare. He was as good looking as ever. He still had those pitch black eyes which never failed to reel her in and those full lips which had left her with plenty of memories best not mentioned in company.

“Well, Granger. How’ve you been?” It was a miracle he got the words out at all, his entire frame was taut from the effort not to leap over the desk and take her. The sexual tension that charged the air was past indecent.

She leaned over pretending to adjust a folder in her drawer, allowing the blouse to shift enough to elicit a little groan which could have been the chair, but she knew was from him.
“Pretty good. I’m glad Draco set this up. I’ve missed you.” She offered, leaning back in her chair and playing with her quill. She grinned; it felt good to be wanted. She might pay for this later, but what was coming was totally worth it.

Krum let his eyes roam over her form as he let out a low chuckle. “Hit a dry spell, my dear?”

She watched as he cocked his head giving her that half mocking smile that she still loved. She liked to think it was her smile. She gave a sexy gurgle of laughter and relaxed. “Is it that obvious?”

Krum rolled his eyes. “Not at first, I’ll give you that.” He stood and slowly sauntered around her desk, dropping off the folder he brought with him in the process. “But when you said you missed me...” he chuckled again as he leaned over her, his hands on the arms of the chair. “It made it quite clear.”

His eyes were smoldering. She pushed forward until they were nose to nose. “Well, I always thought it was a shame we never got around to christening my new office.” She said with demurely, ruining it when she gave him a saucy smile. “We had such fun in my old one.” She was close to panting, her body still on overdrive from her interlude with Draco this morning.

He dipped in to nibble her ear, feather light. “A lamentable oversight.”

Hermione felt a shiver of expectation roll down her back. “One that we can fix right now.” She reached up and ran her hands under his robes, down the length of his back. He had a broader back compared to Draco’s lean form, but it was just as muscled. Boys and their Quidditch.

She made her mind stop.

She can’t think of Draco while with Krum, she could compare afterwards. No. Relief- Hermione! That's it!
She leaned her head to the side as he moved his head down her neck dropping heated kisses.
Krum was murmuring agreement but the vibrations were sent throbbing down her neck. Exactly what she needed.

“You just had to dress like this. You know what it does to me.” He groaned running his hands up her thighs.

“Of course,” she leaned into his kiss. She felt herself being lifted and put on her desk. Her skirt was pushed up as he stepped between her legs. He deepened the kiss, his hands running through her hair, loosening the twist so her curls fell free. She gave in to his caresses.

It was good to be the boss.

With a hand wave full of wand-less magic, Hermione had their positions reversed. He was sitting on the desk and she straddled him. Viktor groaned in approval having her chest exactly where he wanted it to be- in front of his mouth. He undid a few buttons and palmed one mound and sucked the nipple of the other through the lacy fabric. Best spell he ever taught her.

Hermione was completely blissed out. She arched her back and simultaneously rolled her hips into his; her breaths labored. Krum roamed his hands down to her ass and she was once again grateful he had no hard feelings, beside the one she was riding.

She missed this. This sex at a drop of the hat, no questions. He worked his way kissing and sucking up her neck, still palming her chest before he finally reached up and grabbed a handful of hair to bring her head down into a fierce kiss.
It was a violent sort of kiss, bruising and full of pent up frustration. Each wanted dominance, and both of them we’re stubborn enough not to give in.
It was when she felt her blouse completely un-tucked and his warm hands under her shirt that reality walked back in. Actually, it barged in, the door swinging open to reveal her roommate. Blast it all.

Krum felt her stop rather than the noise that made her do it. He turned his head and saw Draco with a peculiar look on his face, but it wasn’t welcoming.