Ultimatum

A/N: It’s about damn time, right?

Chapter 7
Assignments

He didn’t know what to do. It was horrible, that he should be here and pace in front of this chair, not knowing what to do when Draco and Hermione were making out almost viciously on their chair.

The problem was, Blaise wasn’t sure if he should make Ginny sit on the ground like she always did or offer her to sit on his lap like Hermione did. He wasn’t sure if she would even want to sit on his lap if he offered it. And he would look like he was trying to copy Draco if he did that. But if he made Ginny sit on the floor then she might build up her walls of hate around her again and not let him love her.

Therein lay the problem.

Finally he sat down and decided he would let Ginny decide whether she wanted to sit with him or not.

Ginny came in a few moments after he had sat down and looked at him curiously. Would he let her sit in his lap if she wanted to? Did she even want to? She really wasn’t one for snogging publicly like Hermione was with Draco. If she sat of Blaise’s lap then he would expect some sort of kissing or something, wouldn’t he?

She decided to just take her usual place and sat on the floor in front of Blaise.

She was facing away from him so she didn’t witness the look of hurt that crossed Blaise’s features at her rejecting him. How could he ever show her his love if she wouldn’t give him a chance?

“I have missions for two of you,” Voldemort started, pulling Blaise from his thoughts. “I have already decided who is going and I will need both of them to leave on the morrow. Nott, you will meet me in my office at 8 tomorrow morning and I will give you instructions of where you are going. Draco, you will come at 6.”

“Yes, sir,” they both said.

Draco looked at Hermione and she was giving him a sad expression. She was still straddling him, laying her head on his shoulder. “I won’t be gone long,” he said and she smiled.

“Meeting adjourned,” Voldemort announced. It was one of the shortest meetings they had ever had.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

“Draco,” Hermione said sadly. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“I know,” he said and leaned down to kiss her. “I won’t be gone long, I promise. It will probably be a day or two.”

Hermione smiled and kissed him.

“Come on,” Draco said as he pulled away from the kiss. “I want to show you something.”

Hermione smiled and followed him from the Manor.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

“Blaise,” Ginny said softly.

“Yes?” he asked stoically.

“I was just wondering…” she started, biting her lip. She was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room looking out the window and Blaise was sitting on the edge of the bed, stripping off his Doc Martens.

“What were you wondering?” he asked, miffed.

She looked at him. “Well, today, at the meeting, I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to sit with you, so I didn’t. But for er…future reference, would you be okay with it?” she asked, still gnawing on her bottom lip, bringing the blood to the surface and turning it a lovely shade of cherry red.

“No,” he said. “I mean, no, I don’t mind. You can…if you want,” he stuttered.

She smiled a small smile. “Okay.”

“So, do you want to come to bed?” he asked. Gods, but he had turned into a softie! He was asking her to come to bed instead of forcibly handcuffing her to the bed to take her as he had not two days ago.

It’s quite amazing how things change sometimes.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “I would like that.”

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

“Draco, it’s beautiful,” Hermione said. She was standing on the edge of a pond-like pool in the courtyard. It was a pool with stone edges and was filled with lilies and water flowers of all kinds.

“I know,” he said. “Do you want to go for a swim?” he asked.

“I don’t have a suit,” she said.

Draco pulled his wand and transfigured her clothes into a very skimpy bikini.

“Draco, I’m getting fat, I don’t want to wear this,” she said, voicing the fear that she had realised this morning while standing in front of the mirror.

“You are not fat, now get into the pool.”

Hermione moved to the steps and walked slowly down. Draco transfigured his clothes and followed her in, right behind her, looking at her arse encased in the leafy green thong that he had changed her clothes into.

“Draco, stop staring at my backside,” she said with a hint of laughter in her voice.

“I can stare all I want,” he assured her. When they were both in the warm pool, Hermione kicked herself up to float on her back, looking up at the stars and enjoying the tranquil feel of the pool. “You’re not fat,” Draco said as he walked up to Hermione and pressed a hand to her stomach.

“I’m fatter than I was a couple of days ago.”

“You’re eating more. It’s good for you,” he said. “Now…”

“I knew you didn’t just want to swim,” Hermione smiled.

“Come on, I’m going to be gone for who knows how long, I need to get some before I go.”

“You said it was going to be a couple of days!” Hermione said as she stood up and looked him in the eye.

“I’m kidding, Hermione,” he said and pulled her against his body, dragging her mouth towards him for a kiss.

Hermione moaned. “Ginny said that…”

“No offence, Hermione, but I don’t want to think about Weaselette right now,” Draco said and then pulled Hermione’s mouth back to his.

Hermione’s top was gone before they broke the kiss. Draco threw it across the pool with a smile on his face. “Draco,” Hermione scolded playfully.

Draco rubbed Hermione’s cheek affectionately before kissing her again and moving her towards the edge of the pool. “I’m going to miss you,” he said.

“It’s not going to be long,” Hermione said.

“However long it is is too long without you.”

“Wow, Draco, you actually sounded sincere just there,” Hermione laughed.

“I was being sincere,” he said. “I’ve been with you for so long that a day without you is going to be hell,” he said softly.

Hermione looked up at him, her eyes shining with an unreadable emotion. “I’ll miss you, too, Draco.”

Draco swooped down and kissed her again. Hermione moaned into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled her lips away and buried them into his neck. “Fuck me, Draco. Right here,” she said into his neck.

Draco groaned into her hair. “Anything you wish, ma’am,” he said with a laugh.

He pushed her against the side of the pool and attacked her neck with fervour. Since he couldn’t reach her lips—they were still breaking the blood vessels in his neck, marking him as her own.

Draco sucked on her earlobe and Hermione gave out a small moan of pleasure, wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing her core against his burgeoning erection. “Draco.”

Hermione moved her head back to Draco’s face, kissing his lips again. Draco’s hands travelled down her body, brushing across her breasts and finally came to a rest, cupping her arse and holding her close to him and he rubbed his cock against her centre through the barrier of their clothing.

Hermione’s hands gripped the sides of the pool but she found it uncomfortable and she wrapped them around Draco’s neck, bringing his entire body flush against hers. Draco kissed down her neck and to her nipples, kissing the pink areolas and suckling the hardening flesh.

Draco’s arms moved down Hermione’s legs as he unwrapped her from himself, pulling down her bathing bottoms and then pulling down his swim trunks as well. He looked down into Hermione’s eyes and she smiled a wicked smile. He grabbed her arse and propped her up against the wall, penetrating her in one quick thrust. Her legs gripped his waist as he thrust into her.

“Draco,” Hermione moaned as he pounded her against the side of the pool. The water lapped and licked their bodies, adding to the sounds of short breaths and frantic kissing. Draco moved a wet hand from her arse to her cheek and gently rubbed a spot and kissed her again and he thrust into her. The difference between the two halves of his body was amazing. His lips and tongue were soft and gentle while his hips and cock were nearly cleaving her in half with the strength of the strokes.

“Hermione,” Draco whispered breathlessly. His hand from her cheek idly traced her body back down until he reached her centre, stroking her clit firmly.

Hermione came moments later and Draco soon followed, trapping Hermione against the wall as his cum spilled into her willing body.

Draco looked into Hermione’s eyes and whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Hermione said and closed her eyes.

It wasn’t until the next morning when Hermione woke up with the other side of the bed cold, signalling that Draco had been gone for a long while, that she realised that that was the first time they had spoken those words and that she had returned them with absolutely no hesitation.

A/N: I will try my hardest to have the next chapter up soon.

And all those who want a sequel to A Day At The Office, it will be done soon.