Tension

Disclaimer: I am obviously not JKR. This was written for a prompt community at livejournal. I hope you like it. :) The prompt was \"quarrel.\" All comments and critique are welcome. :)

Hermione hated it. Working in such close quarters at the Ministry was driving her up the wall. She remembered seeing a movie one summer, one her parents had rented, “Office Space.” She felt like she was in that movie, only instead of it being a more lethargic type of workplace, she was being run around like there was no end to the assignments.

To be fair, there really weren’t. The Ministry had a lot on their hands since Lord Voldemort had finally been defeated two years ago. There were endless reports coming in from all over the place, and Hermione and the rest of the lower staff were constantly running up to Kent to deal with the rumours that Voldemort had still managed to return. There were endless briefings to prepare for the Minister, and most nights she didn’t get home early enough to even talk to Ron. His Auror shifts tended to start at around five a.m., so a midnight arrival home wasn’t conducive to an especially good relationship.

“Look, this is wrong,” Hermione pointed to the line in Tracey’s portion of the reports they were preparing about the decline in Muggle disappearances since the Last Battle. “You can’t just summarise it like that.

“But don’t you think that’s easier than explaining all the results? This is dry stuff, Hermione; most of the Wizarding world isn’t going to care if they’re only down five percent in Salisbury as opposed to the eight percent in Leeds.”

“If it was supposed to be easy, why we would have bothered collecting the evidence at all is beyond me,” she threw her hands in the air. “I mean, if we want to take the easy road, let’s just forget that the public cares one whit for what goes on here. Honestly, do you really want to get me started on what’s easier? What’s easier isn’t staying here until eleven at night correcting all your grammar mistakes!” She’d stood up by this point, and could see that all the cubicles around her had paused in their work to see the outburst. Even some of the people walking through the office on their way to another paused as though any movement at all might make her fully explode.

“What’s got your knickers in a twist, Granger?” Snickers rippled through the crowd that was forming.

Spinning, she saw him. He’d been working at the Ministry for a little over a year now. He started right after his trial had been held. Draco had been cleared of his crimes due to his participation on the side of the Ministry during the final battle. The women at Headquarters were absolutely ridiculous over him. All they could talk about was his clear blue eyes and the way his hair fell over his brow just so, and how through his shirts you could see the faint hint of a well defined body that would provide hours of pleasure to the lucky witch who caught his fancy.

All the attractive women in the office had been conquered by him months ago. Draco didn’t seem to be looking for much more than a one time fling; he came, he came, and he conquered. Hermione felt sorry for some of them at first, but she soon grew tired of coming into the office and seeing his latest conquest crying at her desk, surrounded by sympathetic co-workers. Hadn’t they learned?

“My knickers are completely straight, Draco, thanks for asking,” she growled. “Now, your dick, on the other hand, has been having some problems, or so I’ve heard. I guess the whores you pick up aren’t always as clean as they claim to be.” Defiantly, she met his eyes. She was tired of being pushed around. He wasn’t going to get away with embarrassing her.

His icy blue gaze narrowed, and she saw him tense at the accusation.

“At least I’m getting some, Granger. Maybe if Weasley played with you a bit more, you wouldn’t be so ornery with the rest of us.”

The truth behind that made Hermione’s face flush, and she marched up to him. Inches away from his face, she could see every detail in those eyes. Raising her hand, she summoned all her force and brought it across his smug little look.

Smack. It was nearly the same feeling she’d had back in third grade when she’d punched him, only this one was even more satisfying. Her muscles were all tense; she could feel her stomach flip-flopping from the sheer nerves of the moment.

“Granger, let’s settle this outside like adults. Shall we?” He didn’t give her a moment to reply. Grabbing her wrist, he dragged her out into the hall and then into the women’s bathroom.

“I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you, Draco, but we’re not going to ‘settle’ anything! You’ve treated me like shit my entire life. I’m tired of the snarky little comments.” He glanced at her, then leaned over the sink to examine the rather red handprint that now adorned his jaw.

“I never said I wanted us to be friends, Hermione. But honestly, you’re ridiculous today. You need to stop fighting everyone. How the fuck can you live with all the tension you create?”

“I create? You come waltzing up while I’m discussing a problem with a colleague—“

“Discussing? Is that what you’re calling it these days? I rather thought you were embarrassing her in front of all her co-workers. My mistake,” he spat, glaring at her.

“Well, then you came up and made everything worse!” She jabbed her index figure into his chest, pushing him against the sinks. “You and your ridiculous comments, like the one about Ronald and I! That was completely uncalled for.”

“But there was a touch of truth, wasn’t there? I’ve never seen you slap someone for something that didn’t bother you deep down. Most women who were getting enough sex would have just laughed at that, or come up with some equally witty remark, but you turned as red as Weasley’s hair.”

“There wasn’t any truth to it. I’ll have you know that Ron and I share a bed together every night. And besides, it’s none of your fucking business Draco! What I do with my boyfriend doesn’t effect you in the slightest.”

“Except when you slap me in the middle of the office.”

She paused, still glaring into his unrelenting eyes.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Hermione?”

She didn’t know. She just wanted to bite and scratch and kick until all the tension was gone. She couldn’t take it anymore. With a sigh, she turned to push back through the door, but found her wrist in a tight grasp. His open lips met hers, and his other hand grabbed her around the waist. His hand rested on the small of her back, pressing her against his hips. She could feel his arousal through his trousers, and it surprised her to find she didn’t want to run away. She bit his lower lip, feeling him flinch and then reciprocate with a bite of his own. Reaching one hand behind him, she pulled his shirt up and dug her nails into the smooth skin on his back. He growled in her mouth, then let go of her wrist and backed her into the corner. He pulled at the dress she was wearing, slipping it off her shoulders. Licking along her collarbone, he pulled the straps down on her bra. Her breasts bounced as he slid her up the wall, pressing her against him. He tenderly rubbed his thumb over her right areola, watching it harden from his touch. He circled her left with his tongue, gently nipping at it and listening to her soft pants to gauge what felt good. She seemed to be climbing him, bracing herself between the wall and his torso. Her legs were wrapping around his waist, her hands were up his shirt, scratching his back, and her lips were biting and licking and kissing every inch of his jaw line.

Her eyes fluttered open for a moment and caught a glimpse of them in the mirror. Her curls were running wild, spilling over the both of them. Draco was still lavishing attention to her breasts, but she knew that both she and he wanted something else. Grabbing his hair, she pulled his head back.

“Draco,” she panted, “I want you to touch me. There. Now.” She pushed him down to the floor.

Kicking off her heels, she watched as he reached under her dress to pull down her pantyhose. He pushed the dress up, exposing her knickers and belly. The sudden feeling of air on her exposed skin made her muscles clench, and she waited for his reaction.

”Cherries?” he snickered at their design. “Too bad I didn’t have a chance to pop yours, Hermione. I think it could have been quite interesting.”

“Shut up and lick me,” she moaned, feeling herself get even wetter at the thought of Draco taking her virginity. “Its over and done with; you’ll have to make do with these cherries.” Pulling her dress off over her head and unhooking the back of her bra, Hermione prepared herself for Draco’s attack to her folds.

He was so slow about it. He grinned naughtily up at her, then licked the inside of her thigh. Hermione was sure she was running down her legs at this point, but she didn’t care. He hooked his thumbs into her panties, dragging them down as slowly as possible and kissing, biting, and licking every centimetre of her leg in the process. It was enough to make her toes curl. In fact, they were.

Her mound glistened with her arousal, and she moaned as he gave her folds a small lick.

“More, Draco, damn it!” She grabbed his hair in her hands, revelling in this feeling of dominance and defiance and the risqué feeling of the whole encounter. His tongue delved into her, sliding in and out with such ferocity that Hermione was sure she was going to come.

“Your fingers,” she panted, “Use them. Please, Draco.”

Still compliant, Draco took his fingers and began to work them in and out of her while he sucked her clit. She bit her tongue as she rode the orgasm, tasting her blood in her mouth as she fought the urge to scream out in elation. Draco abruptly stood up and caught her, pinning her back against the wall. He forced his tongue into her mouth, letting her taste her own desire in his mouth. He held her there until she stopped shuddering.

“You’re still fully clothed,” she murmured, “Would you like to rectify that?”

“Are you bloody kidding me? I don’t think I can stay in these pants a moment longer.”

Giggling, Hermione undid his fly and pulled them down just as slowly as he had done with her stockings. He quickly pulled off his shirt and watched her attention to him. It was Draco’s turn to moan as she traced patterns down his legs with her tongue. His erection tenting his underwear was huge, Hermione couldn’t believe how he’d managed to hold on to it for that long.

“Would you like me wank you, suck you off, or ride you?” she grinned devilishly. He gasped as the image of all three made their way into his mind.

“Wank me a bit, then let me decide,” he panted.

She stood up and pushed him against the wall. It was his turn to be pinned. Reaching down, she took his length in her hands and traced a path from base to tip with her forefinger. A drop of precum leaked out from the sensation, and she grinned.

“Am I driving you crazy, Draco? Do you hate working with me?”

“More than you’ll ever know,” he growled, grabbing her hands and placing them around his cock firmly. “Now wank before I explode.”

Her left hand massaged his balls as her right moved up and down his shaft. His panting was getting stronger, louder, as she increased the speed. She couldn’t remember Ron lasting this long before; she was impressed with Draco’s control. Then again, he hadn’t gotten the reputation around the office for nothing. Her lips met his, her tongue meeting with his to battle as they both held on for dear life. Draco’s hands reached up to grab Hermione’s breasts again, but this time he just squeezed and rubbed and pinched as though he couldn’t focus long enough to decide what to do with them. Suddenly he let go, grabbed her by the ass, lifted her up and spun her around.

“Bloody hell, I can’t take much more,” he moaned, then his shaft plunged into her.

The friction of it all, the way he was panting her name into her mouth made her giddy. She wrapped her legs around him once again, moving upward to give him a better angle. She could see them in the mirror again. She looked like a whore, her makeup smudged from the sweat that covered her body. Pressed against the wall once again, holding on for dear life to the one man she\'d never imagined she’d experience this sort of thing with. Her breasts bouncing, her whimpers and little sighs as he found her clit with his free hand and rubbed it to bring her to climax along with him. His other hand was tangled in her hair, pulling her face towards his. The sucking and licking and kissing and biting was too much for Hermione to hold on for much longer, and her second orgasm brought her even higher than her first. She felt Draco quaking just as she was, her muscles quivering around his cock as it emptied itself into her sex. They both slid to the floor, and she exhaled in satisfaction.

“Feel better?” He pushed himself onto his elbows, watching her stare up at the ceiling.

“Much.” Pausing, she sat up too. “Thank you.”

He looked so smug, laying there naked. He motioned to her clothes. “You should get dressed before you arouse the beast again.” Nodding, she stood up and pulled her knickers back on. As she bent over to pick up her pantyhose, she saw him still laying there, watching her.

“What are you looking at?”

“Your rather lovely swinging breasts. Here’s your bra; put this on before I get another hard on.” He grabbed it and handed it up to her.

“You’re such an arse,” she laughed, clasping it in the back. Jumping up, he began to dress too.

“Would it have been as much fun if I wasn’t, though?” The long scratches on his back alone were enough to make Hermione flush, and she smiled at him.

“I suppose we’re all a bit hard to work with on certain days, aren’t we?”

“Yes, but your solution is easy.”

He fixed the collar on his shirt, tucked it into his pants, and watched her pull her dress down.

She was strapping on her heels as Tracey opened the door. Shocked, they both stopped.

With a sly look, Draco pulled a small card out of his pocket. “You’re much too tense, Hermione. I’m glad you understand that taking it out on most of your co-workers is not the way to go. As for me, well, I can take whatever you throw at me. So,” she handed it to her, “the next time you need me, here’s my office line. Call me before you explode again.”

With a small nod, Hermione watched him walk back out to the office.

“Hermione, did you…” Tracey trailed, looking at her curiously.

What a bastard. Only he would leave her to explain this. Surprisingly though, Hermione didn’t care.

“Come off it, Tracey. I hate Draco.” Of course, hate often is the most passionate of emotions. But then again, Tracey didn’t need to know that little detail. She was right; sometimes the easier route was better.