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Rescue Me	By : LadyBlueEyes Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5585 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rescue Me

©LadyBlueEyes/ameliadm

With you I’m not a fascist, I can’t play you like a toy

And when I need to dominate you’re not my little boy

You see that I am hungry for a life of understanding

And you forgive my angry little heart when she’s demanding

You bring me to my knees when I am scratching out the eyes

Of a world I want to conquer and deliver and despise

And right when I am kneeling there

I suddenly begin to care

And understand that there could be

A person that loves me

Rescue me, it’s hard to believe

Your love has given me hope

Rescue me, it’s hard to believe

I’m drowning, Baby throw out your rope

~Madonna, Rescue Me~

A Private Residence in Wiltshire

Present Day

Hermione Granger was floored. Minister of Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt had denied her request for a complete overhaul of the Wizengamot. She was currently sitting at the antique cherry wood desk in her study. It was late, past ten at night and her outer robes were flung carelessly on the back of her chair. Her black Jimmy Choos had been kicked under the desk ages ago. She had worn a white button down shirt with cap sleeves and a black pencil skirt under her outer robes to work that day. Earlier they had appeared crisp and fresh. Now there were creases in the skirt from all the sitting she was doing and her shirt had flecks of ink on it from all the writing she had been doing. Her hair was held up in a loose bun by way of a spare quill.

Upset with the minister for taking her idea less than seriously, she tossed the parchment on her desk and leaned back in the chair. She let out a huff of breath and brought her hands up to massage her temples.

It was in that position that Draco Malfoy found her. He had just come home via the Floo network from a meeting with his father about admitting new investors into their latest business venture and hadn’t expected his witch to still be seated at the desk where he had left her four hours earlier. He leaned against the doorway, slid his hands into his trouser pockets and simply let his eyes wander over her face and body.

They’d been lovers for a year now, ever since Draco had come to her with the request to consult on the reorganization of Malfoy Investments, Ltd. After the war, Lucius had been considered weak and the company had started to crumble without strong leadership. Draco had stepped in, to the relief of the board members. His first action as the new CEO was to have Granger consult with him on all manner of things. This plan of action worked both publicly and privately for him.

Publicly she had taken his company to new heights. By involving Muggle and Wizarding business practices and introducing him to muggle businessmen, stocks soared, the Malfoy name was synonymous with trust, reliability and good service.

Privately she filled a place in him he never knew was empty. Business dinners had led to flirtations. Flirtations to temptations and temptations to a very long hedonistic weekend at his house in Monaco. Not only had the sex been unlike anything he’d ever had before, but they had talked about everything and anything under the sun. That kind of intimacy was new to Draco, especially in light of how he had been raised.

Hermione’s eyes opened and she jumped slightly when she spied Draco in the door way.

“Must you always sneak up on me like that?” She eyed him, appreciating the smart cut of his robes on his lean figure.

“It’s not sneaking when you had your eyes closed to begin with, love. Something happen? You’re usually not at the desk this late.”

“Minister Shacklebolt refuses to let me consult with him on a reorganization of the Wizengamot! The rules of who gets a chair are archaic. They are older than the age of all the members combined, Draco!” Ire flashed in her eyes, turning them from warm brown to brown with specks of heated gold in them.

Draco straightened up and walked into the study.

“I know the rules, Hermione. They’ve been in place since Umbert the Unctuous was Chief Warlock in 1367. My family has been trying to get a chair since the mid fifteenth century. It’s one position we haven’t been able to buy for ourselves.” He came up behind her chair and slid his hands on to her shoulders.

She was tense, ridiculously so, and he chalked it up to her intense need to fix everything. Gently he rubbed her shoulders as she started talking again.

“Are you telling me that there actually is something the Malfoy family cannot buy?” She tilted her head back, giving him a saucy wink and Draco couldn’t help but grin in return. He paused in his ministrations to give her a chaste kiss on the forehead. Resuming his massage he threw a few questions at her.

“What really has you in a snit? It can’t be that Shacklebolt has told you no. He’s told you that before with other projects.”

“But it is just that, Draco. The Wizengamot is an outdated mode of law. Laws are passed with zero public discussion. Trials are conducted with the strictest of laws that lately seem to be in favor of the guilty and not the victims. Chairs are given out not based on any sort of merit or meaning. They are handed down from mentor to student or apprentice. How is any of that fair for our community?”

Draco removed his hands from her shoulders and spun her chair around so she was looking up at him.   He leaned back against the sill of the window that was behind him and crossed his legs at the ankles.

“It’s not fair the way you’re meaning ‘fair’. It is however how our society has been for hundreds of years. No amount of owls to the Minister is going to change that.” He kept his tone calm but realized it didn’t matter. Hermione was getting herself all worked up again.

“Do you know how hard it is for a muggleborn to get chosen as an apprentice to a Wizengamot chair? Ron was offered three chances to apprentice a chair. Harry was offered twelve. Ginny applied to five chairs and got accepted at all of them. Purebloods and half-bloods don’t have the problem muggleborns do. I applied for ten chairs after Hogwarts Do you know how many I was offered? None!” Hermione stood up, pushed the chair in at the desk and began to pace back and forth in front of Draco.

“I believe I just mentioned, sweet, that Malfoys have never been able to secure a chair and we are purebloods.”

Hermione whirled on him in a huff. “You know quite well your father had his hands in just about every part of the ministry he could. He may not have acquired a chair on the Wizengamot but he did influence a fair few of them.”

“Granger, I am well aware of what my father’s activities at the ministry were. I’m just trying to say that not everyone gets a seat on the Wizengamot and it is not a pureblood versus muggleborn issue.” His reasonable tone was quickly disappearing under her maddening argument.

“Merlin, Malfoy, are you seriously that thick? I was top of our year at Hogwarts. I went back to finish my education unlike many of our year who opted not to do so. Are you telling me that just because I was not accepted to any of the chairs I applied for that I do not deserve a spot on the Wizengamot?”

She was furious now and had her finger pointed straight at Draco, emphasizing her words. “I could have any one of hundreds of positions throughout the ministry and I choose to freelance as a consultant to help improve the ways of our society. Tell me, what is so wrong with that?”

Draco bit back a small grin. She was so defensive of her work, so absolutely driven and determined he doubted anyone could ever stop her once she focused on anything. He watched as her hair came loose of the quill during her pacing and tumbled softly around her shoulders. She looked so sweet but he was well aware of the ice that could reside within her when she was dead set against anyone or anything. Her mouth was still moving as Draco tuned back in to her words.

“…and honestly, do you think Harry and Ron would have passed their O.W.L.s much less their N.E.W.T.S. had I not helped them? Do you think Harry would have been as successful with Voldemort if I hadn’t been there?” As she spoke Hermione began to jab at his chest with her finger. “No, none of that would have been possible without me. And you know something else, Malfoy?”

“Ouch! Damn it, witch,” he growled at her, “Control yourself or there will be consequences.” Hermione looked into his eyes and caught the edges of desire creeping into them. However, she was too caught up in her pontificating to heed the warning he gave her.

“Oh, please,” she continued on, still poking at him, “Unlike some of those idiots that sit the chairs, I know how to be calm.” Poke. “I know how to be respectful.” Two more pokes. “I know how to make a point!” Poke. Poke. Poke.

In a blur of action, Draco had grabbed Hermione and spun her around so her back was to his front and she was standing between his legs. Both hands were placed on her hips, anchoring her in front of him. He leaned down towards her ear and she tilted her head to give him better access. The heat from his body was already changing her anger into something else entirely as he used his nose to shift strands of her hair out of his way.

“I told you to stop poking me or there would be consequences, love.” His breath washed over her, sending shivers down her spine. She shifted her body in response, and she felt his erection hardening against her bum.

“Draco,” she moaned softly, “Let’s go to bed.”

“No. I’m going to take you on that desk of yours,” he murmured into her ear. His hands slid from her hips to rub over her thighs in slow circles that went all the way up to just under her breasts.

“I’m going to make you come and scream my name while you’re doing it. My cock is going to fill you up completely. I promise you that, Hermione.” His words made her whimper, and moisture and heat pooled between her legs.

“Yes.” She sighed as his hands came up to finally rest on her breasts. He cupped them, softly kneading them, enjoying how they fit perfectly in the palms of his hands.

Abruptly he let go of her and she hissed at the loss of contact. She tried to lean back into him again but he shifted so that he was now next to her, facing her. She turned so that they were standing face to face.

Draco lifted a finger and ran it across the collar of her shirt. “I asked you to control yourself,” he said as he dipped a finger inside her blouse to run it over the tops her breasts.    “You did not do as I asked, Hermione.” Her breathing became ragged as his finger continued to explore the skin exposed above her shirt. “There are consequences that you must deal with.”

Draco took a step back from her, once again placing his hands in his trouser pockets. His silver eyed gaze was intense as she looked up at him. What game was this?

“Draco, whatever are you…”

“Oh no, darling. No questions. I promised to have you screaming my name, didn’t I? We’re just going to get there a little differently. Do as I say and I assure you, the consequences will be unlike any you have ever had to deal with before.” Hermione’s mouth opened and closed a few times. He knew she wanted to question him further, but he could also see the points of her nipples through her shirt. She was aroused, no doubt about that.

Draco moved his hands to either side of her face and pulled her towards him for a kiss. He placed his warm lips against hers, rubbing slightly back and forth. Hermione sighed softly, her mouth opening under his gentle assault. Draco swept his tongue inside, tasting the minty flavor of the candies she favored. She responded enthusiastically as she always did to his kiss, letting her tongue dance with his. Draco growled low in his throat and moved his hand to grip her waist and bring her body against his.

Hermione’s arms came up to wrap around his neck as she arched her body into his, seeking more of his heat. His hands slid down over the curve of her ass, squeezing gently. She jumped at his touch and deepened the kiss as he rocked his pelvis into hers. The distinct shape of his erection pressed against her belly caused the ache in her pussy to deepen.

Draco broke the kiss and slid his hands up her arms to unlock them from around his neck. “Strip for me, Hermione.” His voice had gone dark with desire for the witch in front of him and shivered slightly at the promise of pleasures untold that shone in his eyes.

Hermione hesitated and he repeated his command. He watched her intently as she raised trembling hands to her blouse. She started with the top button and popped it out of the buttonhole. The next button came undone giving Draco a tantalizing few of the white, lacy demi cup bra underneath. He caught his breath as she slowly freed all the buttons of her shirt.

Hermione let the shirt slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor. She glanced at Draco and he indicated with his hand that the skirt should be removed next. Reaching behind her she tugged at the small zipper. In seconds her skirt was on the floor as well and she was left standing in her bra, a tiny pair of matching lace knickers.

Draco let his gaze roam hungrily over her body as Hermione watched him. Everywhere his eyes touched she felt a tingle of awareness and a pulse of desire shot straight to her core. Finally his eyes made their way back up to hers and he smirked at her.

“Take it all off, love. I want to see you completely naked before me.” He was already aching for her. His cock twitched at the thought of sliding into her tight, wet pussy but it wasn’t time for that yet. Carefully Draco adjusted himself to relieve some of the pressure he was feeling.

The bra Hermione was wearing had the clasp in the front. She brought her hands up and unclasped it, letting the bra fall to the floor the same way the shirt had. This time she didn’t wait for his direction. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs so she could step out of them.

When she straightened up, Draco let out a low growl. Her narrow waist, high, pert breasts and dancer’s legs were perfection personified.

“By the Goddess, Hermione, you are beautiful.” Draco walked around her so that he was behind her. “Lean back against me, love,” he directed.

Once she did as he asked he slid one hand over her hip and down between her legs to cup her wet center. Hermione moaned and arched her body, seeking more of his touch.

“You are already so hot for me, aren’t you, love? I can feel you against my hand. So wet and ready,” Draco slid his other hand up to circle and tug at her nipples as he slid a finger inside of her slit. Sensation coursed through her and she whimpered as he dragged his finger out and up to the little bundle of nerves hidden within the folds of her pussy. Gently he drew circles around her clitoris, causing Hermione to whimper his name. It was a sound he knew he would never tire of.

As he played her like an instrument, Hermione hands came to rest on his thighs. She could feel the pleasure building up inside of her and she moved her hips trying to get him to place more pressure on her pleasure point. Draco knew her game and moved his hand away. She watched, fascinated as brought his hand up to his mouth and placed his finger inside to lick off her juices. Her head was turned at an angle and he kept his gaze locked on to hers.

Draco pulled his finger from his mouth.   “You always taste so delicious, sweet.”   Hermione sighed as he cupped both breasts in his hands, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over the sensitive tips and pinching them, drawing out the erotic pleasure.

Finally, Draco removed his hands and with a few deft movements pushed the chair away from the desk and cleared her work from its surface. “Lean over the desk, Hermione,” he instructed.

She did as he requested, placing her palms flat on the gleaming desk and sliding them up as she stretched seductively across it. The cold surface caused her nipples to pucker up even more, making her gasp at the feel. Her pert little ass stuck out towards him and Draco allowed himself to touch it.

“You can’t know all the ways I’ve dreamed of having this arse, ever since we were in school,” he told her, his voice laced with need. His hands molded and kneaded the rounded globes, his touch fanning the flames of her desire.

“Gods, Draco, please….” She whispered.

“What is it you want, sweet?”

“Touch me.” She spoke on a groan as he dipped one finger down and ran it over her moist opening. He didn’t penetrate her but watched as she pushed back against his hand.

“Uh-uh, sweet. No reward just yet. You still disobeyed me, remember?” He removed his hands from her backside and placed one of them down on her lower back. With the other hand he delivered a lightly stinging slap to her bum.

“Ah...ah…..God…” Draco loved the breathy noises she made in response to his actions.

Two more times he repeated the action and each time Hermione moaned and arched her body back towards him. “Please, Draco…..I need more from you.”

“Soon, love, but first I need more from you,” As he spoke he quickly removed his own clothing, tossing it in a pile with her previously discarded clothing.

Hermione’s eyes were closed as her hands clenched around the edge of the desk. Being splayed this way before Draco was exhilarating and she waited impatiently for him to continue to please her.

Suddenly she felt his breath on her pussy a split second before he ran his tongue along it. “Draco! Oh!” She yelled as he dipped his tongue inside to lap at the wetness there.

His hands held her steady as he tasted her, moaning into her pink slit and fucking her with his tongue. She tasted divine, like strawberries and he worshipped on his knees at her center. Loving her the way she deserved to be loved.

He slid his tongue from her and let it wander down to her clitoris. Gently he drew the tight bundle of nerves into his mouth, sucking on it with tender care.

“Oh Gods, yes! Yes! Just like that….Oh.” Hermione keening cries filled the study as sharp bursts of ecstasy filled her. She knew she was getting close to the point of no return and she wanted, so badly, to come.

“Please, let me come…..Draco…ah….ah….Oh!” Draco heard her request but having her come on his tongue was not in his plans tonight. Tonight he wanted her screaming as her sweet little pussy tightened around his cock. Slowly he stopped his ministrations to her sensitive flesh and Hermione felt the loss of his touch with a cry of “No!”

“Turn around, Witch,” he told her grasping her hips and helping her up from the desk. Hermione turned in his arms, her mouth already seeking his as they met for passionate kiss. Draco’s hands roamed her back, one sliding up to grasp the back of her neck and one reaching down to grab her arse. Hermione’s arms had twined about his neck again and their tongues danced, fueling their need for each other.

Draco then lifted her so she was seated on the edge of the desk and he was standing between her thighs. They continued to kiss as his let one hand wander down so that he could slide two fingers into her wet heat. She clenched around his fingers as he pumped them back and forth. Hermione broke their kiss, gasping for air, and trying to roll her hips for deeper penetration.

She looked up at Draco, drawn into the heat she saw in his eyes. Hermione let her hands trail down his well-toned chest. She used one hand to grasp his cock and Draco hissed at the feel of her soft fingers wrapped around him. Gently she began to stroke him and his hips jerked towards her in response.

“Ah, witch…..” sighed Draco as she let her thumb wipe away the pre-come on the tip. He twitched beneath her touch and slid his own fingers from her core. He wrapped his hand around her wrist and lifted her hands from him. “That’s enough for now.”

He gripped his cock, lined it up, and without another word slid into her tight, wet hole. He groaned at the feel of her walls clasping him tighter and his head fell to rest on her shoulder. Hermione sighed as he filled her up. She brought her legs up to wrap around his waist, and wiggled her hips to drive him deeper inside of her.

“So good,” Draco said as he gripped her hips. He withdrew from her at a tortuously slow rate only to slam back into her causing them both to moan at the pleasure they felt. Again he slowly withdrew, drawing gasps from his witch and groans from himself. He wanted it to be good for her. He wanted it to last forever with her. He loved her.

That last thought broke something in Draco and he began to increase his pace, moving in a faster rhythm. Hermione bent backwards until she was lying back on the desk. The change in angle caused him to penetrate deeper than before and in response the walls of her pussy squeezed him harder.

“Oh shit, you feel so fucking good,” Draco’s words were emphasized with each thrust he made.

“Draco….Harder! Please…so close…” Hermione’s hips rolled in response to his pounding, as they both edged closer to a blissful conclusion.

“Damn, witch, you are so wet and tight. I love your pussy; it feels like it was made for just me.” He spoke in gasps. He let one hand reach down between then and used his thumb to rub the swollen but of flesh peeking out from the folds of her vagina. She needed to come so he could let his own impending orgasm go.

She bucked wildly at his touch, the pleasure almost too much to bear. She was close, so very close…

“Draco! Yes! Oh! Oh! Oh! Draco!” She screamed as the orgasm over took her, blinding in its force. Her body tensed as she let the feelings wash over.

Draco swore she had never looked more beautiful than she did in that moment. Seeing her find her pleasure because of him, knowing he brought her to that point set off his own orgasm and he slammed one last time into her, his hot come filling her sweet little snatch.

He leaned down over her kissing her softly on the lips before resting his head in the crook of her neck. The sounds of their ragged breathing filled the study. Draco was content where he was but it was obvious Hermione was not as she started to wiggle. He raised his head to look at her.

“Uncomfortable, love?”

The tender look in his eyes was almost Hermione’s undoing. He was always looking to take care of her comfort, to take care of her pleasure, to take care of her. Had anyone ever truly done that before? She didn’t think so.

“The desk isn’t made for one’s comfort, Draco,” she answered. She tried to be humorous but it fell flat and her emotions must have been written across her face because he slid out of her with a soft ‘pop’ and stood up, pulling her into a seated position.

“What’s on your mind, sweet? You’ve got a serious look on and I know it isn’t because of what just transpired.” He placed one hand under her chin, lifting her honey-brown eyes so he could look into them.

“It’s nothing, Draco.”

“It is not nothing, Hermione. Now tell me so that I can fix it for you.”

“That’s just it! Why do you always want to fix everything for me? Why do you let me rant at you, take out my frustrations on you? Why do you understand what I need when no one else can?” A tear slipped out her eye as she spoke at him and for the life of her she couldn’t figure out why she was getting all emotional like this.

Draco placed both hands on the sides of her throat, rubbing his thumbs along her cheeks. He smiled at her before he began to speak.

“I love you, Hermione. I would give you the world if it meant you would continue to smile at me. You fill up the empty spaces inside of me and make me whole. You. Are. My. World.”

Hermione’s lips trembled at his admission of love. For so long she wanted to feel like she belonged somewhere, with someone and now he was in front of her. He loved her. He loved her!

She brought up her hands to grab his face and bring it down to hers. “That’s quite an interesting confession, Draco, because I just so happen to love you, as well.”

She kissed him, letting her feelings for him show through. Draco’s heart was pounding as he returned her kiss with equal fervor. She loved him. She loved him!

He laid her back down on the desk and proceeded to show her once more how absolutely loved and cherished she truly was.

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