Figured You Out

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She clutched the edge of his desk as he brushed his hand over her bare skin. It shone gold in the light and a faint sheen of sweat was starting to form as his hands worked their magic over her body. He loved to tease her, to make her writhe on the edge of pleasure for as long as they both could stand it.

She wasn’t exactly sure how it always ended up like this, but for the last year since they’d both been working at the ministry, there had been this heat between them. And as of six months ago, they were no longer denying it. He would send her a memo, requesting her presence in his office and before either knew what was happening, he would be fucking her like mad.

They didn’t talk about it, and that was a mutual thing. She didn’t know what to say to him if they did talk about it. She did know that she now felt like she was able to be herself when she was with him like she was now. He didn’t think any of her ideas were strange and she seemed to cater to his every sexual whim. They complimented one another in the area of sex.

She had come into his office, that day, for a file she needed that he had. She’d taken one look at him sitting in the high-backed oak chair and knew she had to have him. She said nothing as she had walked over to him and straddled his lap, both hands resting on his shoulders. He’d looked up at her, a slightly raised eyebrow, and kissed her.

She was now happy that she’d gone with the idea of not wearing any panties because that alone seemed to drive him on. He had quickly stripped her of her robe and the clothes she wore underneath and moved her from his lap to stand in front of him. She didn’t ask questions as to why he’d done this because before she could even think to ask, he had turned her around and had her bent over the desk. She would laugh later at the fact that the very file she’d come into the room for was now beneath her naked body as his hands moved over her thighs and parted them.

She bit her lip as he slid his fingers between her folds and found her incredibly wet. She moaned as he flicked her clit his skilled fingers and slid one finger into her tight passage. He stroked her several times before he removed his hand, much to her dismay. She was about to protest when she felt him sink down behind her, his hands rubbing the smooth curve of her ass as he leaned forward and licked her. She moaned loudly and moved backwards towards his tongue. He did it again, this time making a show to glance over her clit. She was beyond sounds as he continued this onslaught against her body and senses.

She groaned as he buried his tongue inside her. She closed her eyes as she allowed the delicious sensation of his tongue devouring her to dance over her spine. He rubbed his hand over her thigh then over the curve of her ass. She was startled when he slapped her on the ass, the slight pain causing her to moan loudly.

He pulled away from her and stood. She tried to turn to him, wanting to undress him as quickly as she could, but he held her hips, not allowing her to turn over. He bent her over the desk again and before she could remember to breathe, she felt him sliding into her. She looked back over her shoulder and saw him completely undressed. He began pounding into her, neither caring that she might be sore later.

There was a knock on his office door, and they both groaned, “What is it?!” he barked.

“Harry Potter to see you.”

“Make him wait,” he nearly screamed.

Hermione pushed away from the desk and turned in his arms. “I’ll be back. You talk to Harry.”

He pinned her back against the desk, “You aren’t going anywhere.”

“I have to…”

“No. We’re going to finish what you started right now.”

She sighed, grabbed her wand off his desk, then cast a quick dressing spell. “Look, I don’t like the idea of shagging you in here while Harry is out there waiting to talk to you.”

“Don’t want your precious Potter to know?”

She narrowed her eyes, “Keep your mouth closed, Malfoy, or I’ll hex it shut.”

He shook his head and also performed a dressing spell, “Why did you even come in here?”

She folded her arms over her chest, “I had no intentions of shagging you if that’s what you mean.”

“Sure you didn’t.”

“I didn’t. I came in to get a file from you…”

“Whatever Granger. You can go now,” he said with a wave of his hand and sat back in his large chair.

She grabbed the file off his desk and stormed out of the office, bumping into Harry as she went. He grabbed her by the shoulders to steady her, “Whoa, where are you going in such a hurry?”

“Getting the hell away from Malfoy.”

“Yeah. It must suck to work with him.”

“It’s no picnic,” she said casting a glare to the closed office door. “What are you doing here anyway?”

Harry rolled his eyes, “Malfoy’s trying to buy my Quidditch team.”

“What? Why?”

“Something about it being a good investment. My thinking is that he’s just trying to piss me off.”

Hermione nodded, “Probably. I’ve got to get back to work,” she leaned forward and hugged him, “Say hello to Ginny for me.”

Harry nodded, “I will. Take care of yourself.”

“I’ll do my best.”

Hermione left Harry to do his worst to Malfoy. She was angry. She was angry mostly because he had been right. She had gone in there for sex. The file wasn’t urgent. He could have sent it with a spell, but she had gone to get it and something more.

She wasn’t sure what it was that made her want him. He was attractive, which anyone with eyes could tell you, but there was something almost animalistic in their encounters and in the look he would get in his eyes when he wanted her. She cursed herself for being so weak. She had told herself time and time again that she didn’t need him, that she could quit her liaisons with Draco anytime she wished.

She sat behind her desk and heaved a great sigh, why of all people that had to show up at that office did it have to be Harry. She wouldn’t have cared had it been anyone else, but the thought that he could figure out that she was sleeping with Malfoy scared her. She was partially ashamed because she was no better than those girls that wanted Draco while at Hogwarts.

But now she did want him. She couldn’t help herself. When she saw him she was willing to throw everything into the wind and allow him to do with her as he pleased. She was ashamed at the part of her that couldn’t resist him and the part of her that still wanted him.

A sheet of parchment flew into her office and uncurled itself in front of her. She sighed as she read over it.

My office. Ten minutes.

She took a deep breath, wanting nothing more than to tell him no way in hell. She wanted him to come to her. She wanted him to be the one to beg for her touch. But she leaned her head back against her chair and knew that it never happened that way. He usually had her panting for him before she was even undressed.

She folded her arms over her chest, setting her mind to refuse to do Draco’s bidding. She wasn’t his anytime-he-wanted-it whore. He could get any woman to be that for him. Her mind was made up that she would not be at his beck and call. She frowned, knowing that it wouldn’t last very long if he was determined. He had ways of seducing her without even touching her and it drove her mad.

She began doing her work and before she knew it an hour had passed. She smiled, knowing that she could resist him when she wanted. The door to her office flew open and Draco stormed in. He slammed the door behind him and marched over to her desk, “So you did get it?” he said angrily upon seeing the unrolled piece of parchment.

“I did.”

“You didn’t answer. Why?”

“I’m not your whore, Draco.”

“That isn’t what I asked you.”

“Because I didn’t feel like it.”

“Funny, you could have proven to me otherwise about an hour ago.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, “It was fleeting, whatever it was.”

He put both hands on her desk, “I don’t take to rejection well.”

She folded her hands on her desk and looked up into his silver eyes, “I’d get used to it if I were you.”

“What does that mean?”

She sighed, “I’m through with this.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I don’t want to do this anymore.”

He stood up straight, “What changed in the last hour?”

“My mind.”

He shrugged, “Your choice.”

He turned and began to walk out of her office, “That’s it?”

He turned to look at her again, “What?”

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say? That it’s my choice.”

“Well it is. If you want to be daft then you go right ahead. I’m not stopping you.”

“So you don’t care.”

He rolled his eyes, “I don’t care enough to get into this conversation with you any further.”

“Fine.”

“I don’t like playing these kind of games, Granger.”

“I’m not playing games.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, “Really? Then why is it that you were so willing for a shag earlier and now you seem to be acting as if I have the plague.”

“I’ve just been thinking.”

“There’s your problem.”

Her eyes grew cold, “You can leave now.”

He stared at her for a few minutes, “You know, I don’t think I will.”

She looked up at him again, “What?”

He walked over to her and stood in between her and her desk, “I’m not leaving.”

“Why not?” she asked irritably.

“Because that’s what you want.”

She rolled her eyes, “Stay then, see if I care.”

“But you do care. Did Potter say something to you?”

“About what?”

“Anything.”

“I barely got the chance to talk to him.”

“That a yes or no?”

“That’s a no. He doesn’t know about us and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Ashamed of me are you?”

“Not of you.”

“Then of what?”

“Myself.”

He furrowed his brow, “What do you have to be ashamed of?”

“Because I’ve been shagging you.”

He smirked, “Just shows you have good taste.”

She shook her head, “Not to my friends it wouldn’t.”

“So this has nothing to do with you and I, but more to do with what your precious little friends will think?”

“Well…no…”

“Why do you put them on such a high pedestal? No one’s perfect, Granger.”

“Yes, but there are those who most people think should be slithering among the grass…”

“You think of me as the snake?”

She looked up at him for a moment, “I don’t.”

“Then why does it matter what your friends think?”

“Well…it shouldn’t.”

“But it does.” He nodded, “If you want to live you life based on what your friends think is best for you, then be my guest. I won’t be the one to stop you if you want to think so foolishly.”

“What am I supposed to do? I value their opinion, I value their friendship more than you could even comprehend…”

“While all that may be true, Granger,” he said scornfully, interrupting her, “you are trying to live your life on what your friends think. And we both know that you have a dark side that loves our little interludes together. So I think you need to figure out if you want your friends dictating your life to you forever or if you want to be the independent Hermione Granger I knew at Hogwarts.”

He left then, leaving Hermione to ponder what he’d said. Was she living her life on Harry and Ron’s terms or on her own? Was she really just doing what she was doing now because of them? Was her relationship with Draco a way of rebelling from that?

She groaned and sat back in her chair. Why had Draco made such a fuss about the whole thing? She thought that when she had decided to end it that he wouldn’t care, but he made valid points. She didn’t hate him anymore. If anything she rather liked his company most of the time. He had occasional bouts of being a spoiled prat, but he wasn’t raised to know better. He was intelligent, which is more than she could say for the men she had previously been with. He was always ready to talk to her about world events, which didn’t seem to interest her other friends. He didn’t mind that she read a lot. He would ask her questions that could get her thinking.

She sighed, knowing that when it came down to it, she was happy when she was with him, even if he was pig-headed. She left her office and ignored his secretary as she barged into his, slamming the door behind her. She found him behind his desk working and walked over to him, “You may be right.”

“About?”

“That I’m not living my life on my terms.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.”

“And you just came to this conclusion in the last few minutes?”

“Yes.”

“I think you should consider it some more.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Why is that?”

“Because…we have something to finish.”

He smirked, “Do we?”

“Yes.”

“You always finish what you start?”

“I try,” she said sliding onto his desk.

He stood and placed a hand on each side of her, “Sound policy.”

“Enough talking,” she said as she leaned in to kiss him. His lips found hers with a new fervor, not able to get enough of her and yet the mere taste of her was driving him mad. She made quick work of his clothes as he practically ripped everything from her body.

When he finally slid inside her, they both groaned in unison, Hermione wondering to herself if everyone in the Ministry knew what they were doing, but she didn’t think on it for long as Draco wrapped her legs tighter around his waist and began driving into her harder.

She couldn’t tell which way was up and which was down, more importantly, she didn’t care. All she knew was that if he stopped she would surely die. She leaned back so that she lay flat on his desk and grasped the edge in her hands, giving her the leverage she needed to move against him. She raised her hips against his and he gave her a groan of what she would have considered thanks. She bit her lip to keep from screaming as one of his hands moved over her body to pinch her nipple; instead she released a moan that she knew was too loud.

Draco propped an elbow on both sides of her head, slightly changing the direction of his thrusts as Hermione began bucking against him wildly. “Open your eyes,” he whispered into her ear. Her eyes fluttered open and had been met by the intense silver of his. She got lost in the depths of the light orbs that seemed to blacken the longer they were together. She was close, almost teetering on the edge, when she felt his finger brush against her clit and she was gone. She could feel herself falling over the edge, lost in nothing but sensation as her orgasm rocked through her, starting in her core and moving throughout the rest of her body. She wasn’t sure when Draco came, just felt his body lying on top of hers.

She rubbed her hands over his sweat covered back as he tried as desperately as she did to get his breathing under control. He lifted his head to look down at her and found her smiling up at him. Her hand reached up and brushed the fallen strands of his hair out of his face.

He shook his head, a slight smirk playing at his lips, “And to think you said you didn’t want to do this anymore.”

She rolled her eyes, “You made me mad.”

“What did I do?”

“Your Harry remark had something to do with it.”

He stood and held out a hand to her, “You would think that after all the years you’ve known me that you wouldn’t listen to anything I had to say. Or at least not take it seriously.”

She shook her head, “I don’t think that way, sorry.”

He looked down at their clothes, “I think you might have a hard time explaining why all the buttons are torn off your robes.”

She shook her head, “I’ll just say that I got in a fight.”

“You? Who would fight you? No one is crazy enough,” he said with a smirk.

“You don’t have to be an ass.”

“I know, but I’m good at it.”

They got dressed, Draco taking time to help her when she didn’t need it. His idea of helping would be to unbutton or unzip whatever it was she had just put on. She ran a hand through her hair when she was finished and felt him behind her, he slid both arms around her middle and leaned his head against her shoulder, “You know what I’ve noticed Draco?”

“What’s that?”

“You’re rather cheery when you get what you want.”

“Isn’t everyone?”

“Well, yes, but you seem to be almost…giddy at times.”

He shook his head and rested his chin on her shoulder again, “I’m never giddy, love.”

“I said almost.”

He smiled, “Are you trying to pick a fight?”

“Me? Why would I do that?”

“That’s my question.”

“I’m not trying to pick a fight. I swear.”

“Good.”

She turned in his arms, “But let me ask you a question that might lead to a fight.”

He sighed, “Fine. Ask.”

“Why are you trying to buy Harry’s Quidditch team?”

Draco smiled, “Good investment.”

She rolled her eyes, “Not the reason you give to everyone else. The real reason.”

He shrugged, “I want it.”

“That’s the reason.”

“Hard to believe it’s something so simple?”

“Yes.”

He smiled, “Well, that’s the real reason. Potter is probably the best…” she knew it was hard for him to pay Harry the most basic of compliments, “he’s good. And I figure with the right money behind his team, they could win.”

“Did you tell him that?”

He grinned, “No.”

She put her hands on her hips, “Why not?”

“Because, if I told him that he might agree with me, and then hell might freeze over.”

She kissed the spot below his ear, “You’re not competing with Harry, over anything.”

“I don’t know. I have a feeling that sometimes I’m competing with him.”

She furrowed her brow, “Such as when?”

He looked down at his clothes, “Such as you, Granger.”

“Me?”

He looked into her eyes, “Yes. You.”

She kissed him soundly, telling him without words that he wasn’t competing with Harry over her. When she pulled away, he stared down at her lips, “We’d better go or I’m going to take you on this desk again.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

He smiled, “Out, woman.”

She took his hand in hers, “Your flat or mine?”

He kissed her hungrily, “Mine.”

“See you in an hour.”