If Only

OK, this is just a naughty little story that came into my head while I was working at the office.

It'll probably only be one more chapter but please let me know what you think. I love those reviews!

Anyhoo, onto the story...


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Hermione gazed in wonder at the man in front of her. This had to be the highlight of her day. Working in the Ministry's Department of Records never offered much in the way of excitement and the days used to drag as she catalogued her way through the mountains of paperwork. It used to be a struggle until the blond god that is Draco Malfoy started working with her.

Gods, that man was sin on a stick. He could set her body on fire with a raise of an eyebrow and a smirk. Her mind often drifted to naughty places and she would turn into a puddle of mush when he gave her one of those looks. If only he knew... Hermione watched him as he worked, her eyes scanning every inch of that gorgeous face - his eyes, his strong features, those lips that seemed ripe for... 'Hermione, are you coming?'

Trying hard to hide her blush, Hermione gazed up at him, confused at what she had missed while her mind wandered 'Er, what?'

'Gods, Granger that look on your face kind of destroys the know-it-all reputation! Are you coming for lunch or not?'

'Erm... no thanks, Malfoy, I've gotta get these files sorted.'

'Suit yourself. See you in an hour Granger,' Draco drawled, swaggering out the door, unaware that Hermione's eyes were glued to his arse. Hermione couldn't believe what a harlot she had become. Almost every thought in her head concerned Draco. He was a permanent fixture in every fantasy and every dream and she could never shake him from her mind and those eyes... Merlin, those eyes! Mentally slapping herself, Hermione tried to focus on her work, hoping the lunch break away from him would help clear her head. But her brain didn't want to co-operate.

Less than two minutes later, he was all she could think of again. Her body was growing hot at the thought of him, her hands playing over her body. She couldn't help herself and she had to get rid of this ache if she wanted to get any work done this afternoon. Besides, no-one ever came by their office. Locking the door with her wand, her hands moved to her breasts, a gasp escaping from her as she gave into the naughtiness and slid her hand down under the waistband of her skirt. She was already so wet with the thought of him, she knew it wouldn't take long.

A movie started to play in her head, all images of Draco. Smiling at her, that devilish smirk, those eyes that seemed to burn through her to her soul. His striking blond hair, the fringe falling over his face as he worked. His Quidditch trained body defined beneath his shirt. She could hear the soft but deep timbre of his voice as he said her name. Her fingers moved faster as she imagined the feel of his smooth and slightly calloused hands doing this to her and... the movie exploded into stars as she fell over the edge and screamed her release.

As her body drifted in the bliss of her orgasm, she started to worry about how she would react to him when he came back from lunch. She always had some of her most powerful orgasms when she would think about him but her desire had never got so out of control in the middle of the day before. Usually, she could control herself till she got home but she had needed to get rid of some of the tension in her body. Hermione only hoped she could control her reaction to him.

Finally, coming back from her thoughts, she started to tidy herself up when the door handle rattled.

'Granger, are you in there? Why is the bloody door locked?' Oh Gods, he was back. Quickly straightening herself out, she focused on her work as she heard 'alohomora' and the door clicked open. 'What were you doing in here with the door locked?'

'Nothing, I just wanted some peace to work.' She tried to hide the shakiness of her voice, knowing Draco was looking at her. Could he tell? Had she missed a button? Was she still flushed? What would he say? But, luck must have been on her side because he never said a word as he started to eat his lunch. Had she really managed to get away with it? The flush that had just been cooling down rushed back across her body with a vengeance. If he had been a few minutes earlier, he would have walked in on her right in the middle of...

Merlin, she needed to get out of this office. It felt like she was running a temperature and she needed to cool down before Draco noticed anything was wrong.

Her eyes flicked over him to see his head bowed as he ate, reading the prophet. She took her chance and quickly walked out of the office. She somehow managed a calm walk to the bathroom, before racing inside, her knees giving out as she grabbed onto the sink. Running the cold tap, she splashed the water on her face and neck. Surely, this would help to cool her body down.

She raised her head and looked at her reflection. Gods, how had Draco missed the state of her? Her hair seemed to have doubled in size with frizziness, her face and neck had a high flush to them and her blouse was creased across her chest. He had to have noticed... or did she just always look this dishevelled? Like Malfoy would even notice anything different about her anyway. The shame that had been coursing through her body calmed slightly. She just had to get a grip and control her hormones. She was Hermione Granger, one third of the infamouse Golden Trio. She could cope with anything.

With her resolve strengthened, she tidied herself up and left the bathroom. Deciding to make a trip to the records room to pick up a file, she strolled along the corridor. Besides, the change of scenery would help keep her focus. She loved the records room. The smell and feel of all those musty documents reminded her of the library, her refuge when everything would get too much.

As she headed down one of the aisles, she planned out what files she would need when she felt a presence behind her. The records room hardly ever had any other vistors apart from her and Draco so she wondered who could be in here with her.

The torches were never very bright down these aisles and she could definitely hear someone behind her now. As she started to turn, a warm solid body pressed against her back and strong arms circled her waist, trapping hers at her side. She caught a familiar scent as he, and she could definitely tell it was a he, pressed his lips to her ear.

'I know what you were doing earlier, Hermione. How about a repeat performance for me?'


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