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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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Tuesday continued...
After Draco left Hermione's office, she hastily got to work on Moxie's case. Her personal life might be in shambles, but she would do all she could to keep her professional one in check. After grabbing the file Rita had left the day before, she fixed a cup of tea and headed back to her office.
She opened the file and, after reversing the shrinking charm, her desk was piled high with folders. She flipped through the documents and organized them as she went. She was begrudgingly impressed with Rita's thoroughness. At Hermione's fingertips was all the information she would need. Every job posting, application, and hire from the past two years was in front of her. She also had all the interview notes for each candidate who was granted an interview, this also included the peer review information Draco had eluded to. There were seventy-seven positions that had been filled over the past two years and over 750 applications for those positions. It would take a lot of time to sort through it all and she would need Lizzy's help.
Before Hermione knew it, it was almost one in the afternoon. She was going to be late for her monthly Ministry appointment. Thank goodness she checked her reflection in the mirror before she left. She found small, but obvious, love bites on her neck. She cast a glamor, internally scolding Draco for his adolescent marking proclivities. She was sure he had done it on purpose.
The first Monday of each month, she met with Nelba Bittington. Nelba was the director of the Magical Being Protection and Oversight department at the Ministry. She was an avid supporter and defender of rights for the magical beings in which Hermione took such an interest.
Hermione filled Nelba in on her client and the research she was gathering. The ministry worker was excited and promised to help Hermione prepare when it came time to go before the review board. Hermione would need to procure the review board's endorsement or she would never be able to propose her new legislation before the Wizengemot.
She left her meeting wanting to go anywhere but home and wishing she could see Draco. I need a drink. A decision made, she apparated to The Wayward Broom; she just couldn't bear to go back to Theo's. That flat would never feel like home to her again. When she stepped inside the bar, she was pleased to find it empty. It was too early for happy hour and too late for the lunch crowd. She slid into a bar stool, setting her bag on the empty stool next to her.
"Fire whiskey," she requested. The bartender nodded and began preparing her drink. Even though she didn't want to think about it, her thoughts were consistently pulled to the awful situation she found herself in. As soon as it was placed in front of her, she swallowed the fire whiskey down in one big gulp. As the burn made its way down her throat, she remembered the night before. She had managed to keep Theo from touching her and she hoped she would be able to do the same tonight.
Old Ogden's was working it's magic, it calmed her and with that came the ability to think more clearly. A plan formed in her mind. She would have to manipulate Theo. Make him believe she would try. She would play along with his delusion just enough to keep him calm and unsuspecting. When alone in the apartment or when he slept, she would dig around for evidence of his affair, or anything unsavory she could find about him, or even better, his mother.
After a second shot of fire whiskey, she Apparated to her apartment to grab some clothes and to see and feed Beauty. The cat purred as Hermione stroked her. "Beauty, if I don't have this sorted within the next few days, I'll bring you to Theo's."
After grabbing some clothes and toiletries, she begrudgingly apparated to her old home. Upon opening the front door, she was stunned and irritated at the same time. Theo was home early and was preparing, what appeared to be, a romantic dinner. There were roses on the table which was set with their best china, a bottle of champagne was on ice, and there were candles already lit.
Upon hearing her, he stepped into the living room, smiling. "Hi, Kitten. Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes." The fake smile on her face felt incredibly awkward and she hoped he didn't notice. She dashed into the bathroom and shut the door, just needing a moment to herself, to get her head in the game. She wasn't expecting him to try to romance her, not after his caveman behavior the night before.
When she walked back out, she entered the kitchen. "Since when do you cook?" She tried to sound calm and mildly interested, of which she was neither.
He shrugged. "I'm learning. Hope these steaks come out well."
He turned away from the stove and watched her for a moment, the silence awkward. "Look, Kitten. I've been thinking all day about everything. I handled last night…" He trailed off, looking up at the ceiling like he was trying to find the right words. "...poorly and I'm sorry." His blue eyes were on hers, the desperation in them make her heart constrict. "Just give me a chance, ok?" When she didn't say anything he continued, his plea heartfelt, his demeanor vulnerable. "If you could just...have a little patience with me, you'll see how good it can be." He smiled, nodding at her, willing her to understand and to remember. "You've forgotten how good it used to, and that's completely my fault! I'm the one who fucked up everything. Please understand, I'm not trying to take advantage of you Kitten, I'm just trying to ... I'm trying to do what I can to make it right between us again." He seemed so helpless, like he was putting himself on the line for her. It irritated her that he wasn't actually the defenseless one. There was no justice in her situation.
Suppressing her desire to lash out, she swallowed her tongue. Entreating him to understand, she said calmly, "but Theo, you are blackmailing me...just like your Mother. I'm here because you are forcing me to be here."
A wounded look came over his face, his voice defeated. "Please don't see it that way."
Her expression remained unchanged. Her arms were crossed under her breasts, her eyes on the wall over his head, refusing to look at him. She knew resentment poured off of her in droves, and she didn't care. He stepped over to her and took her right hand in both of his. "I'll make a deal with you." She made a disbelieving tutting sound in the back of her throat, not bothering to hide her disgust of that phrase. A deal. Phht. I'll give you a deal right in your face.
"If after six months you still want to leave, I won't stop you. I'll talk to my mother and convince her to destroy the photos. Just give me – us – six months."
Hermione looked at him, processing his words. A lightness filled her for a moment, almost like there was hope. Then it dwindled a bit - six months?! Merlin she didn't know if she could make it that long.
Theo, on the other hand, knew this would work. He knew that she would agree to at least try, but he needed her full participation. It was time to go in for the kill. "All I ask is for you to try, Hermione. You have to give me a fair chance. We can go to counseling if you want. Do as I said last night. Be here every evening, sleep next to me, eat meals with me...coexist with me." He closed his eyes and sighed, the next words coming out as though they were painful. "You don't have to...be intimate with me. I won't force myself on you." He turned away and stepped back towards the oven, checking the steaks. "But, you can't be intimate with him either."
Hermione was so stunned, she froze on the spot. It wasn't good enough. Not by a long shot. However, it was so much better than what he had demanded the night before. Six months wasn't forever. She stared at his back, her mind whirling.
When she didn't respond, he continued, still not looking at her. "I don't want you being with him in that way. I was foolish last night to say you could, I wasn't thinking clearly. I can't stomach it."
She came to a quick decision and went with it. She would stick to her plan of fake compliance. She replied to him quietly, resignation in her voice. "Ok, Theo. I don't see where I have much choice. I'll try to do what you've asked." It was a bitter pill to swallow and she tried her best to disguise the disgust she felt towards him; disgust for manipulating her in such a way.
He turned back towards her, a genuine smile on his face. "Really?" He rushed towards her, pulling her into an awkward hug. She left her arms down at her sides, not returning the embrace. "It's going to be ok, Hermione. You'll see I'm right. I'll treat you well. I'll be the husband I wanted to be all along; the husband you deserved." In his excitement, his words came out rushed, but not lacking conviction. Feeling she had no choice, she tentatively patted him on the back as he held her.
When they sat down to eat, Theo poured them each a glass of champagne. "To new beginnings," he toasted, a big smile on his face. She gave him a reluctant smile and touched her glass to his, wishing she were anywhere other than sitting across from him.
Wednesday Morning
Hermione woke up at five in the morning. While in the shower she reflected on the night before. Theo had cleaned the kitchen and had read after dinner, foregoing television. She had to admit it was refreshing change from their old life style. During dinner, he had discussed the library and inquired about what she was currently reading. He had mentioned new releases the library had obtained and informed her the newest edition of Hogwarts: A History that was being released in a month's time. In short, he was trying very hard. He had been kind to her and true to his word, he had not so much as touched her outside of the hug he had given her in the kitchen.
After dressing and confirming he was still asleep, she crept into the office, hoping and praying she would find something useful. Her face fell as she looked around. It had been completely cleaned. The book shelves were freshly organized and she was surprised to see them looking decidedly barren. She scanned them urgently, the journals were nowhere in sight. She opened the desk drawers to find they were free of clutter and neatly organized. In a bottom right drawer, all the birthday and anniversary cards Hermione had ever given Theo were tucked in a box. Well, that would be almost sweet if he hadn't shared more than half of those birthdays and anniversaries with his mistress, too. She sighed as she shut the drawer and continued looking around the room.
She almost jumped out of her skin when he spoke. His voice was soft and calm as he leaned against the door frame, watching her with knowing eyes. "I cleaned it out after you left. I got rid of everything having to do with her. It's all been destroyed." He stepped into the room and approached the bookshelves, pulling down one of the texts. He flipped through it absently before putting it back on the shelf. "She's out of my life and I feel clean." He took a deep breath as he looked around. "It felt great to purge this room of the journals. I enjoy coming in here now. I feel like I have control again, especially now that you're here."
She couldn't help her retort, which came out with more than just a touch of sarcasm. "Must be nice." Inside she felt like she had been dealt a terrible blow. Her hopes of finding leverage against him were dwindling fast.
He didn't say anything, just watched her. He cocked his head as his eyes moved to her neck, where they lingered before coming back up to meet hers. It was a knowing look, his eyes darkening with a flash of frustration, anger maybe. She remembered the love bites and shifted uncomfortably. She hadn't renewed the glamor charm yet this morning. He crossed his arms. "Yesterday you left so early, we didn't get to have breakfast. I set my alarm so that I wouldn't miss you again." His look was predatory, his words implying the tight leash he intended to keep on her. Pissing contest, indeed.
Hermione arrived at her office at 7:30 to find an irate Draco Malfoy. "I've been waiting an hour," he snapped.
She rolled her eyes, her tone bitter with resentment. "Yes, well. Theo has decided to be an early riser so that we can enjoy breakfast together." She put her bag in her desk drawer and turned to look at him.
His grey eyes looked worn, she realized he had been worried. She smiled sadly and her tone was genuine, reflecting the sincerity of her words. "I'm sorry I kept you waiting, it wasn't intentional. I got here as soon as I could."
His anger disappeared as he crossed to the room to pull her to him. Holding her tight, he breathed in her scent. "I missed you all day and all night. I can't go twenty-four hours without seeing you." He pulled back and wiggled his eyebrows. "How about lunch and an afternoon at a posh muggle hotel?"
She stepped back from him, pulling a headache potion out of her drawer. After swallowing it, she started to fill him in on what had happened the night before. "Theo is singing a different tune, he's had a slight change of heart." She sighed, gingerly slipping into her chair. "I'm to genuinely give him a chance for six months. At the end of that time frame, I'm free to leave him if I choose. If I do decide to leave him (or what he thinks will be a decision, since I already know I'm going to leave him) he is promising that he'll speak to his mother and reign her in. He says...he says I don't have to be intimate with him, but he doesn't want me to be intimate with you either."
Draco scoffed. "As if what he wants will change anything." His eyes scanned around her office, absently. "Still, I can't decide if his inner Hufflepuff is trying to come out or if he's even more Slytherin than I gave him credit for."
Hermione shook her head, teasing. "Draco, we've been out of Hogwarts for over ten years. Don't you think it's time to stop using House traits to characterize people's personalities and predict their actions?"
He grinned down at her, a deviant twinkle in his eye. "Talk like that will end you up over my knee."
She held her hand up. "Uhh, no. Not happening. My bottom hasn't recovered from the beating you gave it Monday night."
He smirked. "Good."
After agreeing to meet with Draco in muggle London for lunch, Hermione and Lizzy spent the morning going through the files Rita had left. The infamous Ms. Skeeter had been correct. There were five applications, in addition to Moxie's, that stood out. Three female goblins had all applied for accounting positions which they were clearly more qualified for than male wizards whom had been hired. The female werewolf had applied for an interpreter position as she was fluent in over eight languages. The female wizard who was hired only spoke four. Lastly, a female former house elf applied for the cafeteria head position. She had served as the Zabini's head house elf for over one hundred years and had been given clothes when she requested a salary. She had desired to be a free house elf, and while the Zabini's would not pay her, they had the decency to set her free. She was passed over for a male part Veela.
They agreed that tomorrow they would review the passed over applicant's files with a fine-toothed comb. As Hermione gathered her things to meet Draco, she felt a twinge of guilt for having his employee files in her possession. Illegally. She knew she would find a way to get the information legally once she knew what she needed. She would then destroy the copies and insist Rita do the same. Finally, she would proceed with appealing to the Wizengemot, using ME's biased practices as the catalyst for the change. ME didn't break any laws that she could tell, so it's not like the company would get into any legal trouble, but they would more than likely receive some bad press. She refused to feel guilty about that.
Hermione arrived at the London Ritz to find Draco had gotten them a suite and ordered room service for lunch. The suite was stunning. Huge windows with golden tapestry drapes. A lush king four poster bed with coverings to match the windows. Fresh flowers littered the surfaces. Their lunch was laid out on a table beside the window which displayed the hustling street below. They feasted on oysters and champagne and then wild sea trout with fresh summer vegetables and bergamot. Dessert was a delicious apricot soufflé with ice cream. Hermione was so stuffed she could barely move. They collapsed into bed and despite their desire otherwise, both fell into a delicious slumber wrapped in each other's arms.
Hermione woke to Draco's kisses on her neck and his hands on her breasts and between her thighs, her skirt offering easy access. She whimpered wantonly as Draco's caresses became more aggressive and demanding. They undressed each other urgently, desperate for skin on skin contact. Hermione straddled him, kissing his neck, his chest, his nipples. He gave a guttural groan as she made her way down his body, taking his hard cock into the tropical heat of her mouth.
"Turn around," he commanded. "I want my mouth on you." He shifted her so her mouth could still torment him wildly, but he could taste her musky sweetness as well. Her hips straddling his shoulders, back arching to give him better access. He held her hips as he lapped and tasted, delving his tongue into the recesses of her heat. The moans emanating from her as her mouth moved up and down his length were driving him to a state of frenzy. Hermione cried out in ecstasy as her climax overtook her, her body shaking violently with her release. Draco, close but not quite there, maneuvered her down his torso and over his cock, her back to him. She impaled herself on his pulsing length even as he bucked up into her wildly, their combined breathing ragged with the exertion of their lust, their thrusts in an intense, perfect rhythm as old as time itself. More vocal than ever before, he let out a visceral exclamation as he came, his hands gripping her hips for dear life as his pleasure tore through him.
Hermione collapsed backwards, her back pressed against his chest, both of them completely out of breath. He planted soft, damp kisses on her sweat dampened temple as he rolled them onto their sides, his hands massaging her breasts. When his mouth began to nibble on her neck, he was reprimanded.
"Don't you dare!" She rolled over to face him, shaking her head, her hands tickling his sides. They both laughed as she commanded. "No more marking my neck, or any other part of me for that matter." She squinted her eyes and smacked his rear end playfully. "I know what you're doing."
He kissed her and grinned mischievously. "I'm just marking my territory!"
Hermione's expression and voice became more serious as she kissed him gently. "Don't make this harder for me, Draco, please. Play nice in the sandbox. If Theo were to find out I'm still, well…with you, he might not be so accommodating."
Draco let out a sigh of frustration, running his hands through his hair as he rolled onto his back. "I would hardly say he's being accommodating." He turned back to Hermione. "He still has fangs, Hermione. They're just concealed for now."
Hermione looked at him knowingly. "Yes, I know that. Which is why I don't want you marking me. He has to believe I'm not seeing you anymore. At least not in any capacity outside of work."
"Ok, you're right. No more marking you. I'm not going to stop fucking you, however." He turned to her and gave her a boyish grin. "Or making love to you." He kissed her tenderly. His hand then wove his fingers into her hair and pulled her head back forcefully as he kissed the underside of her jaw tenderly. "Or Dominating you...or worshipping you." His mouth moved to her breasts where he gently took her right nipple into his mouth, his hand massaging her left. Her arousal building, she succumbed to another state of bliss as they headed into round two.
As they dressed, the frustration of their predicament began to weigh heavy on them both. Hermione was zipping her skirt, looking at herself in the full-length mirror. "I didn't tell you, but it looks like Theo has gotten rid of the journals. He said he got rid of everything that had to do with Daphne."
Draco was lacing his shoes. When finished, he stood and walked over to her, standing behind her. "You believe him?" He asked as he looked at himself in the mirror, charming away the wrinkles from his suit, which had been carelessly tossed to the floor during their earlier urgency.
She shrugged. "Well, there's nothing in the office. I'll continue to snoop around, but if I can't find anything, I'll have to form another plan." Hermione looked at Draco's reflection in the mirror. His eyes were looking at her in the reflection of the glass, yet seemed far away. "Did you hear me?" she asked with a touch of impatience.
He continued to stare, his expression unchanged, as he said, quietly. "I heard you. I'm just...thinking."
Hermione rushed home at five, pleased that Theo wasn't home yet. She brought the groceries to the kitchen and started chopping the ingredients for dinner. Once the prep was done, she went to the bedroom and changed into the jeans and t-shirt which were in her bag. She threw her hair into a pony tail and walked back into the kitchen.
When Theo got home he didn't greet her. He walked straight to the bedroom and changed. When he came back out he walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of muggle beer. "How was your day?" He finally asked, an edge to his voice.
Something was wrong and Hermione's heart began to race. She turned to him. He was in jeans and a black t-shirt, and she felt her eyes widen. He always use to don dark jeans and a black tee when he wanted to do D/s scenes with her. Her heart rate picked up another notch, and she felt dizzy. He watched her with dark, knowing eyes as he leaned against the counter and took a large swig of beer.
She turned away, focusing on the stir fry, trying to keep her hands from shaking. He knows – what he's doing to me and what I did this afternoon! "Umm, it was uneventful."
He stepped closer until he was directly behind her. Reaching around her, he plucked a piece of carrot out of the freshly cut vegetables. He bit into and chewed it slowly, drawing out her agony. "I stopped by your office today." His low, husky voice was right in her ear, making the hair there swirl with his breath, matched his demeanor, controlled, cool, dominating.
"Oh really?" Her voice sounded sharp, nervous. Get it together, Hermione! Fuck. Why does he have those bloody clothes on?
"Mmhm. I thought we could have lunch." A loud snap of teeth biting into the carrot again made her jump with guilt and a touch of fear.
"Oh, oh..I wish I'd known you wanted to do that." Her palms were starting to sweat, the room felt very warm. Enough Hermione...turn the tables! NOW!
The best defense being a good offense, she drew herself up tall, tapping into the courageous lioness within her. She turned to him and gave him a look that matched his own. "I had lunch with Draco."
He didn't say anything, his cool eyes watching her closely, his face a hard mask of impassivity. "I told you not to see him anymore."
She shook her head. "No. You told me not to fuck him anymore," she snapped, the intense ball of emotion in her belly finally erupted. Even as she could practically feel the anger radiating off him. Recognizing danger, she kept her voice cool and calm. "I had lunch with him to explain your new conditions. I explained I could only see him in a professional capacity going forward."
He watched her, wanting to believe her. "And how did my dear friend Draco take that bit of information?"
"Actually, he took it fine. He said to find him in six months." Her mind was racing, deciding it would be best to play down her and Draco's feelings for each other.
"Oh, Kitten. See, I might have actually believed you until that last little lie came out of your sweet little mouth." He shook his head, taking another swallow of beer. "I know Draco very well, and I would venture that what really happened is he simply stated you would ignore my directive and continue to see each other behind my back." He stepped closer so that he was hovering over her. "And - as I know you so very well - I would venture a guess you didn't disagree with him. I would gamble that you spent a nice, romantic afternoon fucking in a fancy muggle hotel." The word romantic was sarcastic, the word fucking was terrifying.
Her heart pounding, Hermione pushed him away, stepping around him to the opposite side of the kitchen. Her words came out rushed. "We had lunch. He...he reserved a suite anticipating a romantic afternoon, but, it ended up being a long talk and us breaking it off." The blood in her veins raced as the lie fell almost too easily from her lips. "I told him about the deal you offered and that I was going to be true to my word." She looked up into his eyes, willing him to believe her deceit.
He watched her, contemplating, and for the first time Hermione allowed herself to relax a little. "Is that true? Is that really true, Hermione? Because so help me Merlin, if I find out you're still fucking him I'm...I'm..." He broke himself off to take a calming breath. "Well, let's just say neither one of us want to find out what I might do." His tone was every bit as threatening as his words.
"Theo, I agreed to your conditions. I won't go back on my word." A deep sense of loss overcame her when she realized the words were true. She could not be reckless about this. Clearly, he was having her followed. She would have to give up Draco until she found a way out of this mess.
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