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The Affair	By : snowblind12 & Lissa Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 55609 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hermione's week was crazy. She had a new client whose complaint was against Theo's best friend, Draco Malfoy. Well, not him personally but his company; Malfoy Enterprises. Hermione was friends with Draco as well, but there had always been a slight undercurrent of tension between them. It was a left-over by-product of their youth, and while Hermione liked the adult Draco Malfoy very much, there was something that was always simmering beneath the surface when she was with him. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Over recent years, she and Theo had seen less of Draco. He traveled a lot for his company and maintained an active social life. He had also recently divorced. Hermione felt a smattering of guilt that she and Theo had not had Draco over for dinner since the divorce had been finalized, and now she felt even worse that her newest case was going to likely cause friction between herself and the blond.
Hermione had opened her own business four years ago and to say it was thriving would be a gross understatement. She had established herself as a problem solver due to her involvement with bringing down Voldemort and her work to protect minority magical beings. Thanks to her, merpeople, house elves, centaurs, and other magical beings were all represented at the ministry and had a voice. Her name was so well known that she had no need to advertise, and those who wanted her help had to submit an application. She only took on cases of those who had a problem or a cause she deemed worthy. She charged on a sliding scale and only took in payment what her clients could afford. She had plenty money and worked more for the greater good than for the cash it brought in. If her client was wealthy, she took a fee. If her client was struggling financially, however, she would take the case for free.
Hermione sat at her desk and pondered her new client. Moxie Graggot applied for the job of Head Accountant at Malfoy Enterprises and claims she was discriminated against because she was a female goblin. Her cousin, Bodrid Graggot was hired despite having six years less experience than her. While there were no laws that protected female goblins against discrimination (at least not yet) Hermione felt the cause was worth the battle. She wondered if Draco was even aware of what had transpired with this goblin. Malfoy Enterprises was a huge company and Draco had an Employee Resources department that handled the hiring most of the time.
"I can't promise you I'll be able to get you the job you clearly deserve, but I promise that if what you say is true, Malfoy Enterprises is in for some serious negative publicity. What happened to you will not go unnoticed."
Moxie didn't smile at Hermione, for Goblins never smiled, but she looked at Hermione with respect and nodded in appreciation of Hermione's promise.
After Moxie left, Hermione floo'd to Malfoy Enterprises' main office in London. She was greeted with smiles and friendly nods of hello as she walked through the ground floor, marbled lobby. She was known and liked in the wizarding world, and it was also common knowledge within Malfoy Enterprises that her husband was best friends with Draco Malfoy.
Hermione hated that she was visiting today, not as an ally to Malfoy Enterprises (or ME as she called it), but as a voice against their prejudiced hiring practices that Hermione ventured to guess spread far beyond one female goblin being unfairly passed over. There were surely countless other minority magical beings who had been treated in a similar fashion.
She walked into the office of the head of Employee Resources and was greeted by an older, handsome wizard. He held out his hand and smiled warmly at her. "George Flinton at your service."
She shook his hand and smiled back. "Hermione Nott, Mr. Flinton. Pleasure." He motioned to the chair facing his desk as he sat in his large comfortable seat behind it. As soon as her rear end hit the surface of her chair, Hermione got to the point. "Mr. Flinton, I'm visiting on behalf of my new client, Moxie Graggot. Perhaps you remember her?"
The smile faded from genuine to seemingly forced on George Flinton's face. "Yes, yes. I do remember her. I liked her and am sorry she wasn't the right fit for Malfoy Enterprises."
Hermione leaned toward his desk and asked with a genuine look of curiosity. "In what way was she not a fit, Mr. Flinton?"
George shifted in his seat. "Well, I'm really not at liberty to discuss the hiring practices of Malfoy Enterprises. I'm sure you understand."
Hermione nodded in concession. "Well, I certainly understand that a qualified female goblin with vast experience in accounting management was passed over for a male goblin with significant less experience." She paused. "Unless, of course, my facts are wrong?"
"Well, once again, I'm really not at liberty to discuss this… but I will say that there are many reasons we choose to hire or not hire an applicant, and while experience certainly is a huge piece of it, there are other factors at play as well."
"What kind of factors?"
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Nott. I really can't be of further assistance in this matter." His expression had lost its friendly demeanor, and his manner was dismissive. He stood and gestured towards the door for her to leave.
Hermione rose to her feet and smiled. "Well, thank you for your time. I had hoped you would be able to give me a justifiable reason that I could bring back to my client. That way, this could all have been resolved this morning. But, I see we are going to have to do this the hard way." She started to walk towards the door and then turned back towards him. "Perhaps you are familiar with Rita Skeeter? Your next visit will likely be from her as I am meeting her for coffee this morning. I'm sure she'll be most interested and sympathetic towards Moxie's situation."
The color drained from George Flinton's face. "Mrs. Nott, please. There is no reason to get the Daily Prophet involved in this. Legally, we are in our right to hire whomever we choose for whatever reason we choose."
Hermione smiled. "Yes, I'm aware. But you should be aware that while discrimination laws only apply to human witches and wizards, it is my intention to expand those laws to include all magical beings. I'm thinking this particular case will be the platform on which I base my argument. I have a feeling you and I are going to be seeing a lot more of each other, Mr. Flinton."
As Hermione left, she heard the distinct sound of the floo being activated in Mr. Flinton's office. Hermione imagined he was probably off to see his superior or perhaps Draco himself at this very minute.
Just as Hermione was about to walk out the front door of Malfoy Enterprises, the distinctive voice of Draco Malfoy echoed behind her. "Really, Granger? They say girls pick on boys when they like them. Something you're trying to tell me?" His tone and words were playful. He was probably trying to mask the genuine concern behind it.
Hermione stopped walking and turned back to face him. She felt a flush come over her and a slight speeding up of her heart at the sight of him. Draco Malfoy looked good. In fact, he looked better than she had ever seen him. Being divorced clearly agreed with him. He was wearing a slim fitting, Muggle designer suit. The charcoal grey brought out his steel eyes. His complexion had a bit of color, like he had gotten a little sun recently, and his hair was the same silky, white-blond that always made her want to run her fingers through it. He had a slight five o'clock shadow despite it only being 9:30 am.
He was grinning at her and she offered a small smile in return. They walked towards each other and Hermione allowed Draco to give her a kiss on the cheek.
"I haven't been Granger for a long time, Mr. Malfoy. Perhaps you remember attending my wedding? You were best man if memory serves." She smirked up at him.
His grin morphed into a full blown, cheeky smile as he shook his head. "You'll always be Granger to me, Granger. I just don't see you as a Nott...never have."
His eyes were on hers and Hermione felt a flutter in her belly. A flutter she had been missing for about five years – outside of the teasing five seconds at the dinner table the night before. Five seconds of hope before her husband had started laughing, leaving it plain to Hermione that part of her marriage was truly over. Which reminded her, she was married. She took a step back from the blond but kept her eyes on his.
Draco's gaze narrowed slightly. "So, what gives, Granger?"
Her face falling, she took a breath and said what her purpose was. "Draco, my client feels she was unfairly passed over for a job she was perfectly qualified for."
The superior look she had seen countless times before appeared on his face. "A goblin client! Granger, you do know that discrimination laws don't apply to goblins? And while I'm not condoning the practice, and will look into this personally, we haven't broken any laws or done anything that warrants getting the papers involved."
Crossing her arms, she pressed him, "If you've truly done nothing wrong and your conscience is clear then why won't Mr. Flinton answer my questions?"
His focus moved from her eyes to her mouth and back again. "Why didn't you just come to see me in the first place? Why bother with George? You're a smart witch – you had to realize he wouldn't answer your questions."
"I guess I foolishly assumed the head of Employee Resources would be the first person I should speak with for a human resources issue, Draco" she shot back. They stared at each other for minute before she shrugged and added, "But yes, I was working my way up to you. I wasn't going to leave you out," she added teasingly.
"Well, no time like the present," Draco said with a daring tone as he gestured towards the lift. She met his eyes once again to see a touch of excitement in them. She felt a slight stirring in her gut, much like only moments before.
After contemplating for a minute, she took the bait. "Sure, Malfoy. Why not?" There was no question, she knew it was bait, but she was a Gryffindor and she felt like a hardy debate was just what she needed. She pretended to herself that it was no more than that.
Draco followed Hermione onto the elevator. When the doors closed, he was standing next to her. Neither spoke as the elevator began to move. Her eyes glanced to the dial's needle which rotated to the corresponding floor number as they ascended to the penthouse office. She felt the fluttering in her belly intensify and warmth crept over her skin when she realized he was standing close enough that she could hear his breathing. She took her own calming inhalation and blew it out slowly as her reason began to take hold. What is wrong with you? Get a grip! She had never reacted this way towards Malfoy...or towards any wizard – other than Theo, that was. That had been a long time ago, though.
Draco seemed to sense her uneasiness. "You ok, Granger? You seem a bit...flushed."
"Just a bit claustrophobic," she replied. Thankfully, the doors opened and Draco gestured her towards his office. He led her down a long hall to a set of double doors. There was no sign with his name anywhere. Hermione guessed that anyone who made it to this part of the building knew where they were going and whose space they were entering.
Draco's office was huge. The building didn't look tall from the outside, but the penthouse office had glass walls with fabulous views of all London. It was obviously charmed. Two of the four walls were floor to ceiling glass. His desk was contemporary as was the sectional furniture, but scattered rugs were clearly antique Persian. He unbuttoned and removed his jacket, leaving him in his light-blue, button-down shirt and charcoal-grey suit pants. Hemione could easily see he was built nicely. He must have been working out since the divorce.
There were pictures on his desk and Hermione was surprised to see one was a picture of him with his ex-wife, Astoria. He had a picture of his mother, Narcissa, as well.
Draco observed Hermione as she glanced around his office wondering if she could feel his eyes on her. She was wearing a navy-blue pencil skirt that was fitted to just above her knees and a grey silk blouse. She'd made a habit of dressing better the past couple of years. She had found that executives in the private industry, as well as those within the ministry, took her more seriously when she dressed the part.
Draco poured them each a cup of tea and gestured towards the sectional. Hermione took a seat in the spot Draco indicated and he sat next to her, handing her the cup and saucer.
Hermione took a sip and found it to be delicious. She smiled and looked at him as she licked her lips to catch the moisture on her bottom lip. His eyes were on her mouth before shooting up to her chocolate irises. His look of desire was undeniable, and in that moment, Hermione realized she was having the same effect on him that he was having on her.
Warning bells went off in her head. It was one thing when it was only her, but if he was getting the same vibe, there would only be trouble. She needed to put a stop to this. She put her cup down and didn't look at him. "I think I should leave."
A hand grabbed her forearm. "Granger. Stay." His tone was soft but commanding. She turned to him to find him looking at her with an intensity she had never seen on his face. She blinked, taken surprise by his demeanor and tone. It made her blush and she saw the corners of his mouth turn up slightly into a very slight smile. He knew what he was doing and how he was affecting her; she didn't understand what was happening. She hadn't seen him in a few months. Their relationship had always had a slight tension, but she had never taken it for sexual.
When she had seen him in the past, Astoria was usually with him. His treatment of his wife had always been gentle and patient in both the way he spoke to her and treated her. Hermione had always thought Astoria seemed fragile and there had been rumors about her mental health. Draco always seemed so attentive and understanding towards her, though. He was doting and kind to his wife.
The way he was speaking to Hermione and looking at her right now, however? This was a side of Draco she had never witnessed before. Not towards Astoria and certainly not towards her. She couldn't deny the effect he was having on her and it needed to stop.
She stood up. "I need to leave, Malfoy. You know I do. This...this isn't... I need to leave."
Draco rose and spoke commandingly as she walked away from him. "Granger, stop walking and listen, just listen. Please."
She halted her steps but didn't turn to look at him.
"Granger, I've known you most of your life. I guess you could say I've made a habit of studying you. I've watched you much closer than you realize, and I know you...so much more than you are aware." He slowly stalked up behind her so that he was whispering in her ear. "Your relationship with Theo? The little things… waiting for him to start eating before you, purposely ignoring the food on your plate willing him to insist you eat...like he used to. The slight disappointment in your eyes when he doesn't. I remember when you first started dating him; your dynamic was very different from how it is now. Theo used to like to play the Dominant occasionally. I know, because we used to talk about it. But he's changed, hasn't he? You aren't happy, Granger. You haven't been happy for years. You're unhappy because part of you is being denied."
Hermione was stunned. Her heart was pounding. How did he know all this? Had had taken her by complete surprise and she was utterly frozen with her disbelief.
Still standing close behind her, he gently stroked her arms with his fingertips. "I know what you need, Hermione. You won't be truly happy until that desire is met. You need a Dominant man in your life. I can fill that void."
Hermione was suddenly furious. How dare he! Turning back towards him, she snapped, "Who the hell are you to presume to know what I want or what I need? You are making wild assumptions! Yes, Theo used to be different, but he's my husband and I love him. And you! You should not be talking to me like this! I'm your best friends wife!" She stepped back from him realizing just how close their faces were. "What, you're divorced so you're going to move in on a married witch? What is wrong with you?" Her eyes were accusing.
Draco's expression remained calm and controlled, as did his voice and his tone. "You're only getting angry because deep down you know I'm right." He stepped towards her, closing the distance she had just created. "Just what is it you are you afraid of, Granger? What do you really have to lose?"
Hermione laughed without humor. "Are you insane? Is this a joke? What do I have to lose? How about my husband, my life, my home?!"
"There's no reason you have to lose any of those things, Granger. I want you. I want you to submit to me. I've wanted you for years. But, I don't want to marry you. I don't want to live with you. I simply want to Dominate you and yes, I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you until you beg for mercy. But you can continue to live your life with Theo. I don't want to hurt him; he's my best friend. As a matter of fact, I'm helping him right now. I'm offering to fill the void in your otherwise perfect little world. You'll be so much happier, and your life will be that much more perfect. In turn – his life will be perfect as well."
Hermione started laughing. "You're completely delusional, Malfoy. Certifiable! I'm leaving."
As Hermione stalked out the door to his office, she heard him say, "Think about it, Granger. Just think about it."
Hermione couldn't get out of Malfoy Enterprises fast enough. Draco Malfoy was an absolute idiot if he thought she was in any way interested in a sexual relationship with him, much less letting him Dominate her! Sure, the thought was appealing. And sure, she practically creamed herself when he said he wanted to fuck her, but to act on it would be beyond reckless. Even admitting it to anyone other than herself would essentially be adultery.
As she marched down the street she could feel her magic spiking within herself and she needed to focus it on something. As she rounded the corner, she waved her wand at a trash can and shot a Reducto, causing it to explode, debris landing all around her.
The strange thing was she felt aroused as well. Very aroused. She decided to pay her husband a visit and prove just how not submissive she was. She could take control and she would enjoy it, damn it!
Theo was currently working in the wizarding library. He was helping the library adapt some Muggle technology that would cut down on the paper books, magazines, and newspapers. They had become so abundant that finding what one was looking for was becoming impossible. The librarian had just kept charming more rooms to hold the extra volumes of everything over the years, but Theo had convinced the ministry as well as the head librarian that it was time to modernize. He had taken the elderly librarian to the Muggle library – The London Library in St. James Square. He had shown the man the technology that was available and the poor wizard had nearly keeled over in shock. After some time to come around to it, they had all had agreed it was a necessary evil. Theo had been working on this project for a few months.
Hermione was still fuming as she entered the library in search of her husband. After asking around, she found him hidden in a room buried up to his neck in newspapers he was scanning for digital storage.
He looked up in stunned surprise. "Hermione, are you alright?" He rushed over to her upon seeing her. She had never visited him at work before and his panicked expression made her heart melt just a touch.
She quickly reassured him everything was fine as she shut and locked the door behind her. His look had morphed from shock to confusion. "Hermione, what are you doing? Why are you locking the door?"
She turned back to him, desire written all over her face. Theo swallowed and actually took a step back. "Hermione, what's this about?"
"Theo, please. Don't talk. Just go with it, ok?" He gave her a small nod and she lunged at him. He landed on the table behind him on his back, causing newspapers to scatter. She clambered on top of him, making quick work of undoing his buckle. She had his cock in her hands quickly and was slightly disappointed he wasn't aroused by her obvious desire. It was no matter, though, she was able to use her mouth to get him to the desired state.
Pulling back from him, her mouth made a popping sound. "Theo, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast. Don't make love to me, take me."
Theo stared at her for a millisecond and then the gears kicked in. He rolled off the table and grabbed her, forcing her chest and face down flat against the newspaper ridden surface. He pulled her skirt up and yanked down her panties before sliding into her. He did as she demanded and fucked her furiously, his balls making a slapping sound with each thrust. He reached around and stimulated her with his fingers, quickly bringing her to completion before reaching his own.
Collapsing onto her back, Theo took a moment to catch his breath. After regaining his composure, he pushed away from her and slowly stood, readjusting himself and fastening his trousers. Hermione pushed herself to stand and adjusted her clothing.
When she turned back towards him, his look was not one of a man who was pleased to have been demanded sex from his wife. Instead, his expression was frustrated – angry even. "You want to tell me what the hell that was all about?"
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