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Only When The Lights Go Out	By : evilcats Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8995 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I’ve had Style by Taylor Swift on repeat while I’ve been studying for my final exams (we all know about our dirty pleasures). I ended up getting this story from the lyrics which I thought would be a fun but has ended up being incredibly distracting during study time! Might be a one-shot, depends on how invested I feel about the story.

The clock ticked loudly throughout her silent room, lit only by the few candles along the wall. The rest of office had gone home, maybe a few hours ago and it was dark and silent beyond her door.
She was sitting by herself in an empty office, waiting for time to pass. She had reread the same sentence over and over again for the past 10 minutes, which was very unlike her. She felt guilty about staying back for an ulterior purpose. He might not even come this time, it had just been twice but -
“Hi,” He said, leaning against her doorframe – 8pm on the dot. She lifted her head and took him all in. He stood there, looking incredibly dashing with his chin length hair pushed back, all perfectly tousled. His work robes hung from his arm - which left him in a pale blue shirt and trousers. “Still hard at work, why am I not surprised?”
She rolled her eyes at him but said, “Yes, I don’t think I’ll ever run out of things to do. I’ve got to read through and approve these contracts by Friday,” She said, patting one of the many piles of paper on her desk. “Has everything been going alright in acquisitions? I’ve heard you’ve encountered a couple of mishaps…”
“Really? Who told you that?” He said sarcastically. “We’ve been trying to get a hold of Worthington all week but he has conveniently not received any of the owls we’ve sent. Would it be unprofessional to send a Howler yet?”
“I’ve heard the normal is at least five working days,” She said with a small smile.
“It’s driving up absolutely up the wall is what it is, I can’t wait until we finalise this” He exasperated, moving from his position by the door to leaning against her desk by her chair. With his close proximity, it was getting increasingly harder to not think about what had happened the last time he had visited her office after hours. “Do you have much left to do tonight?”
“I don’t think I’m getting anything done here so I might head off soon.”
“Do you want to get out of here then?” He said, exaggeratingly holding out his arm for her.
She felt like she should just tell him to leave. She knew exactly where this would lead if he stayed a minute longer. Before she knew what had happened, she already had her hand on his arm and she was being pulled up out of her chair. He had managed to pull her flush against his chest, his hands resting on her waist. His already darkened eyes were looking hazily down at her parted red lips. Just being in the presence of this man for less than 5 minutes already had her pulse racing and her whole body heating up from head to toe.
And again, even with her brain and body not linked, she still managed to make up the rest of the distance between their lips. They moved hungrily in concerto together, as if they hadn’t kissed each other in a lifetime (it had been yesterday). During their frenzied make out, he had managed to trap her against her desk, pushing himself against her, indicating that he was definitely aroused as she was.
“Here?” She whispered.
“Here.” He panted against her lips before taking them again. She managed to grab her wand which pulled the door closed and it locked with a click.
She pulled away to ask, “Should we try and be quiet this time?”
“We can try,” He said with an evil grin. He dove back in to her lips, desperately trying to rip her shirt buttons off while she was also trying to tear off his clothes. He managed to get hers off first, exposing her bra covered breasts to him.
He immediately released one from its cup and slipped it into his mouth with a groan. With a loud gasp, her hands shot up to thread through his silken hair, trying to get him closer. He expertly sucked and flicked at her hard nipple whilst palming the other breast before switching over, inciting a louder moan from her.
“Shhhh,” He said cheekily, looking up at her. She could imagine she looked like a hot mess right now - her bun falling apart, face flushed, tits out. Feeling the desire to be proactive, she grabbed his face to her own and kissed him full on the lips, continuing to unbutton his shirt. When she was getting to unbuckling his belt, he swatted her hands away.
“I need to get that ridiculous skirt off first” He grabbed her by the hand and led her to the other side of her desk. Without even clearing her desk, he pushed her down so she was face down, ass up all over her work. She didn’t even care. His hands were on her hips, seemingly admiring her behind.
“I swear these have gotten tighter,” He groaned, slowly running his hands over her thighs and kneading her ass.
“Are you complaining? I could go back to my baggy work robes” She managed to ground out.
“No no, tighter I say. I love watching your ass bent over desks all day. As you can tell.”
When he finally managed to slide off her skirt, she heard him audibly gasp. She couldn’t resist turning her head to see him marvel at her new cute lingerie, perfectly accentuating her round cheeks.
“Have you been thinking about me?” he asked huskily, fingering the lacy border around her already soaking wet centre. She moaned in response and tried to push herself against his fingers. He moved them back so he was just touching her lightly, barely exerting any pressure. “That wasn’t an answer, Hermione.”
She turned her head back towards the desk shyly and mumbled something.
“What was that?” continuing to stroke her gently, purposefully brushing past her engorged clit. She tried again to get greater contact, but it seemed like he really wanted an answer.
She sighed and said quietly into the desk, “Every night since we first fucked.”
That seemed to be the right answer, as all she heard in response was the sound of his trousers falling to the floor. She felt his hands on her again, pulling her lacy underwear to the side before she felt his tongue on her, probing her folds. She suppressed letting out sounds of approval as he indulged himself on her, lapping at her dripping core and occasionally bumping her clit.
She was so dizzy with pleasure that it took her a second to realise his tongue had been replaced with his cock. The tip was poised at her entrance, suddenly impaling himself into her dripping wet pussy. Hermione’s back arched in pleasure and pain as he sheathed himself completely inside her, managing to avoid making too much noise by covering her mouth with her hand.
There he stopped, unmoving besides his cock twitching inside her. Besides the blood rushing in her ears, she could hear him trying to steady his breathing. It probably wasn’t helping him that her walls were unintentionally clenching against him and hips rocking slightly, willing him to keep moving.
She yelped in sudden shock when he rapidly pulled out to his head then slammed back in. And again. And again. He started fucking her hard and fast into her desk, pounding into her tight snatch. Every time he shoved himself in, his balls slapped her clit, driving her crazy.
Then, as if by magic (yes, magic!) a cloth gag appeared around her mouth. It freed up her hand to be able to reach underneath her to play with her swollen clit. It wasn’t too long before she felt herself on the edge, the unrelenting pounding of his hard cock and her heightened arousal meant she was already incredibly close.
Moments later, it hit her hard, her vision blurring as waves and waves of pleasure spread all over her body. Her sounds of pleasure muffled by the gag in her mouth. He moaned loudly in response as he felt her walls tightly contracting around his cock. This spurred him to somehow manage to go even faster, hips quickly snapping against her. His rough movements felt even better after cumming, so she continued pushing back against him and mewling approvingly.
“OH Ffffuuuckk…uuhh,” His body trembled and he collapsed on her back, before twitching slightly with aftershocks.
Her heart was still trying to beat out of her chest, so she tried slowing her breathing back to normal. After the sounds of laboured panting died down from both of them, she began to laugh quietly, “So much for being quiet, if anyone is in the building they definitely heard you.”
“Good thing I cast a Silencing Charm before I walked in.”
“What?! You little prat, why didn’t you tell me!”
He shrugged, “I liked seeing you try to keep quiet”
She huffed, but wriggled her ass against him. “That’s also very presumptuous of you, how did you know we’d need one?”
“Judging from the last 2 times, I’d say it’s a mandatory requirement with you,” He laughed.
“Hey! You too, I’ve never heard a guy make as much noise as you do during intercourse.” She quipped back.
“I swear I don’t usually - Hang on, did you actually just use the word ‘intercourse’ in a normal sentence?” He said incredulously.
“That’s what it is!” She exclaimed.
“If someone told me you were a prude before this, I would have believed them.”
“You should be glad you’re pinning me down right now,” She growled back.
“I just realised we haven’t moved yet. Am I crushing you?”
“No, you’re weight is actually quite nice,” She said after some time had passed.
“Should we stay here until the morning then, your department can just work around you with me inside you all day, yeah? I hope you don’t have any important meetings tomorrow.”
She laughed and wriggled again. “Sorry, I do actually! We might need to reschedule that for another time though.” She swore she felt his cock jump inside her slightly.
He carefully unstuck himself from her and quickly found his wand to cast a Cleaning Charm on them. However, the smell of sex still lingered heavily in the room. Hermione pulled herself up, the several papers sticking to her sweaty body.
“You better be glad none of these got ruined.”
“You didn’t seem to care 5 minutes ago,” He smirked.
“I’m pretty sure it’s because I just got my brains fucked out of me,” She smiled, helping him button up his shirt while looking into his grey eyes which were darkening again.
“Maybe you should get that done more often,” He said, staring down at her while she dressed him.
“Are you volunteering?” She said, her hands lingering on his chest. She was still very half dressed.
“No, I have an hourly rate.” He said with a grin.
She let out a hearty laugh before pushing away from him. “You’re a sodding bastard,” she said, picking up her clothes. “Hold on, where I my knickers? Wasn’t I wearing them?”
“Not important. I’ll get you some new ones.” She rolled her eyes and started putting on her clothes.
“I’ll overlook it just this once. I just bought those.”
“So have you had dinner?” he said casually, now sitting in one of her chairs. She hoped he didn’t notice her freeze momentarily in response to his question.
“Umm no, not yet.” She said quietly. She turned away from him and began to neaten up her desk which had bits of parchment and quills now spread across it.
“Do you want to go get some? It’ll be pay back from your ‘lost’ knickers.”
“I can’t really tonight,” She said, hurriedly trying to shrink documents and stuff them into her handbag. “Like I said, I have a lot to finish up before tomorrow. I’ve already lost quite a bit of time thanks to you.” She paused before glancing his way briefly to give him a slight smile. “I’ll see you in the morning?”
“Yeh, good night Hermione.”
She had already made her way out the door to miss seeing his face fall.
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