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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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AN: Sorry for the hiatus! Lissadream and I have been focusing on Master Mine for the past couple months, but are thrilled to finally get back to The Affair. Thanks for your encouragement and your patience! For those of you reading Master Mine, our next chapter will be posted within the next few days.
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It was after midnight when Hermione and Theo finally made it home from the Gala and Hermione could not have felt more miserable. She was tired and cranky and her headache from earlier had come back in full force. She collapsed onto the sofa and kicked off her heels as the cushioning charm on her shoes had long worn off and she had been too preoccupied with Draco to notice. Now she was paying the price. She groaned with relief as she rubbed first her right foot and then her left, focusing on her arches.
She had never enjoyed large social functions and over the years had sent more regrets than acceptances as RSVP's to such events. Tonight's Gala had been the epitome of why she didn't like them – the night had been long and the event had been loud. Hermione hated feeling obligated to socialize and engage with people she hardly knew and what's more, had no desire to know. To add insult to injury, seeing Draco had not gone as she had hoped. After their disagreement, he had spent the remainder of the night determinedly ignoring her.
Unwilling to let things lie as they had been left, Hermione had waited for the right opportunity to make her move. It had come an hour or so later, after the muggle-born names had been drawn and announced. Draco was standing by one of the refreshment tables, finally free of the praying mantis that had practically been latched onto him all night, when Hermione nonchalantly made her way to the table next to him. Pretending to be focused on the platters of food before them, Hermione whispered just loud enough for him to hear, "Please trust me. I told you before I would let you handle everything if after six months things didn't work out. I still stand by that." She looked up and around the room nonchalantly before placing a shrimp on a napkin. She leaned close to him, reaching for a carrot stick and added, "If you still want to wait for me, that is." She swallowed heavily and had to conceal tears as she emotionally choked out in a whisper, "I love you, Draco."
She hadn't waited for a response, knowing she needed to rein in her emotions and get control of herself. Before he could say anything, she quickly turned away, took a calming breath and headed back to Theo's side, handing him the shrimp and the carrot. She couldn't eat if her life depended on it. She had smiled and nodded and tried to appear engaging, all while feeling like she was about to have a breakdown. It was five minutes later that she spotted Draco leaving with his date.
Looking back, she didn't regret her words. She didn't want to play games and she hated how the conversation had turned in the study. Telling him she loved him had been the right thing to do. What she regretted was her inability to keep a calm façade. She was normally a strong person emotionally, but she felt like she cried at the drop of a hat these days. Yes, her heart was breaking, but that was no reason to where it on her sleeve. She was made of stronger stuff and needed to maintain better control of herself. Hopefully no one at the party was the wiser, except Draco and Theo, of course.
She slid out of her dress and hung it with a flick of her wand. Snapping her garter belt hooks, she slid down her silk stockings and draped them over the chair before removing the belt and her bra. Still in her lacy thong, she was slipping on her shorts and had just picked up her camisole when she felt a pull. She turned around to find Theo leaning on the door frame watching her, intensely. She turned away and slipped on the cami as he whispered, "Are you ok?" His voice sounded raspy and he cleared his throat. "Can I get you anything?"
Hermione couldn't help but feel uneasy. Perhaps he had just walked up to the door, but Hermione had the feeling Theo had been watching her undress before she noticed him. "Not really and no," she responded before stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. She leaned against the bathroom door, glad to have some distance. She would make a point of changing in the bathroom when Theo was home going forward. He might be resigned to their divorce, but he still harbored feelings for her and prancing around naked in front of him was hardly advisable. She moved towards the sink to wash her face and brushd her teeth. When she stepped back into the room, Theo was in bed reading. She walked around to her side and climbed in.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Theo was looking at her with what appeared to be genuine concern.
Hermione stared at him for a minute before fluffing her pillow and responding with well thought out words. "Theo, Draco is convinced you are playing the Slytherin and are manipulating me." When he opened his mouth to speak, she held up her hand to stop him. "Just, listen to me. I need you to really hear me. I will never come back to you. Ever. You need to understand that, because if…Merlin forbid, Draco is right? And you are lying to me and not helping me with your mother? You will lose my friendship and every ounce of remaining respect and love I have for you." Her expression matched her stern words. Then her eyes softened. "Please don't do that to us, Theo. I'd hate to lose you entirely. The past week has been…nice, but we will never be more than what we are now. Tell me you understand."
Theo nodded lightly and responded with what appeared to be heartfelt sincerity. "Yes, Hermione. I understand. I don't want to lose your friendship and I would not betray you for anything. I truly only want you to be happy. I owe you this, kitten."
She reached out and touched his forearm, squeezing it. "Good. Thank you, Theo. You are important to me and I would be very sad to lose your friendship." Collapsing back on her pillow, she lay on her back and closed her eyes. "These headaches I've been getting lately are brutal."
"Can I get you a potion?"
"I'm hoping I can fall asleep without it. I've been using the potions a lot lately. That can't be good for me." She yawned as she flicked her wand at her bedside lamp, turning out the light. "Goodnight, Theo."
"Goodnight." Theo watched Hermione as she rolled, facing away from him. His confidence from her defense of him to Draco earlier was all but evaporated. Turning out his own lamp, he fluffed his pillow and rolled to his side away from her. Her words had struck him, and it was painful. He hated to acknowledge she would never want him back. The truth was he just couldn't believe that. She still loved him and even if it was only in friendship he knew they could build on that. It would just take time. He still had five months after all.
In the meantime, he would keep his word as far as his mother was concerned. He would have to handle her carefully. Ezmirelda was not easy to manipulate, but he knew that he was the center of her world and if he could convince her that he had fallen out of love with Hermione, perhaps she would back off. It wouldn't be easy. The woman did not believe in divorce and felt it was a shameful stain on a family's good name. It would take some heavy persuasion on his part. Having five months to accomplish it would help. He looked back at Hermione. He would keep his word, but he would not give up. He would plan for the worst and hope for the best.
Hermione swore as she wiped at the sputtered tea on the front of her dress. Her wipes became more aggressive as she found her eyes drawn once again to the picture on the front of the Daily Prophet. The golden-haired witch looked blissfully happy as she bestowed a wink and a gleaming smile on the camera man. The moving photograph continued to wink over and over again, perpetually mocking Hermione. The white-blond wizard next to the beautiful witch was less than interested in the camera and was looking straight ahead, his hand guiding his companion forward. The caption underneath the photo was simple, inflicting a quick and effective jab at Hermione's heart. "Draco Malfoy, once again, on the arm of Swedish socialite and model, Anna Hellström."
Hermione chided herself for her reaction. She should be used to it by now. Photos of the pair had been gracing the social section of the paper for the past two weeks, ever since Draco had brought the witch to the Gala. However, this was only the second time their photo had graced the front page. The first had been the day after the Gala. In that edition, several photographs of attendees at the soiree had made the cover, Draco and Anna simply among many others.
Unable to stop herself, she began to read the accompanying article:
Billionaire and former bad boy, Draco Malfoy, was once again spotted leaving Malfoy Enterprises at the close of business yesterday with the same companion he has been photographed with multiple times lately. While neither have answered questions, or been forthcoming about their relationship, it does not take a genius to realize love is in the air, or certainly lust. Practically glued at the hip these past two weeks, it begs common sense that more is simmering in their cauldron than a simple Sleekeazy's Hair Potion. It is quite obvious….
A soft and strong hand placed reassuringly on her shoulder pulled Hermione's focus from the tortuous article.
"Kitten, perhaps you should avoid the Prophet until this is no longer news."
Hermione cringed. He said it as though it was news, which gave the photo meaning. Hermione wanted it to mean nothing…to not be news worthy, but clearly it was. And, when it was no longer news, would it be because it was old news and they were an official couple? Or, would it no longer be news because they were never news to begin with? Dear Merlin, please let that be the case! For the first time in her life, Hermione wished she had perhaps taken divination more seriously. A crystal ball would be most helpful right now.
Hermione grabbed the paper and tossed it into the trash resignedly before looking up at him. "Yes, I suppose you're right. I had really thought after the Gala, after…well, never mind." She thought back to the last words she had spoken to Draco; her declaration of love. There had been no response, no owl or visit. Her only visible response was daily photographs of him with this other witch. If the articles were true, she was a witch of some means with a successful modeling career and estates scattered throughout the world. She made a lot of Galleons, but she came from money as well. Hermione was loath to admit how perfect Draco likely found her. His parents would certainly approve of the match.
Theo paused, as though trying to find the right words. "I had thought he would wait for you as well. Judging by his behavior that night and his condemnation of my attempt at friendship, I really thought he was laying claim to you. I mean, why would he care about our relationship if he was interested in another witch?"
Hermione couldn't deny the painful truth of Theo's words. Perhaps her admitted rekindled friendship with Theo had been the final straw. Perhaps Draco felt he simply couldn't trust Hermione. She had told him she didn't love Theo like that anymore…that she loved him. Draco had been so adamant that Theo was playing her. Did Draco think Hermione was stupid? Did Draco honestly think she would allow herself to be manipulated into the arms of Theo? Perhaps her faith in Theo is what pushed Draco away. All Hermione wanted was to have an amicable divorce and if possible, remain friends with Theo when it was all said and done. How was that different from Draco's relationship with Astoria? Besides, she needed to keep in Theo's good graces so that he would help her.
Theo shook his head as he sipped his coffee. "But then again, Draco can be rather fickle." He said the words in passing as if they were of little consequence while he placed his cup in the dishwasher. The words were of no small consequence to Hermione, however. They shook her greatly. Was Draco fickle? Hermione honestly didn't know. Theo knew Draco better than practically anyone. If he said it, it was likely true. However, a part of her knew better than to trust Theo when it came to Draco. She was not so naïve as to believe her husband didn't harbor some hope she would change her mind about their relationship. Tossing little comments here and there to further alienate her from Draco emotionally would, in his mind, certainly be to his advantage. She had to remember Theo lied to her for five years, it would be foolish to trust him completely.
Forcing herself to put it out of her mind, Hermione stood from the breakfast table and placed her cup in the dishwasher. Theo grinned at her as his eyes glanced at her chest. "Sometimes I think you forget you are a witch." He waved his wand and muttered a spell which pulled all remnants of the tea from the front of her dress.
Hermione smiled up at him, the words spilling from her mouth as though they were the most natural response. "Well, that's why I have you. To remind me." The minute the words passed her lips, Hermione felt herself flush. She hadn't meant that the way it sounded.
Theo shrugged and smiled. "It's ok, Kitten. I know what you meant."
Hermione shook her head as she patted his arm and walked past him, "I need to get to work."
Theo watched her retreating form and felt his day could not have started any better. The private eye he had hired to tail Draco had kept Theo promptly informed of the times Draco was with Anna. It was nothing for Theo to then send an anonymous tip to Rita Skeeter informing the gossip queen of Draco's whereabouts and the company he was keeping. Like clockwork, a photo would appear in either the morning or evening edition of the paper. Theo had no idea what Draco's intentions were towards this other witch, it could all be benign, but it was working to Theo's advantage. He was doing his best to keep the story in the news and the photo opportunities abundant.
Hermione arrived at work to the surprise of Moxie sitting on the lobby sofa waiting for her. She promptly invited the goblin inside and poured them each a cup of tea before Moxie got straight to the point. "I no longer wish to be part of your Wizengamot case."
Hermione was sure she had heard incorrectly. "What?"
"Malfoy Enterprises contacted me and offered me the head accountant position of their department store, Malfoys. It pays the same and has the same benefits as the position I was passed over for. They explained that they had regretted the other position didn't work out but that they hoped I would consider this one instead. I accepted and have no wish to strain my relationship with my new employer in any way."
Hermione sat stunned but didn't say anything. The goblin went on to say, "I thank you for your assistance and taking on my plight. I'll bid you a good day."
Hermione was barely cognizant of the goblin standing and leaving her office. She sat stunned, suddenly understanding why Draco needed more time and had manipulated the docket at the Ministry. Her head began to pound once again and that familiar feeling of exhaustion began to reclaim her. The stress in her life had really been taking its toll these past few weeks.
As the shock began to ebb, fury began to build. She felt her heart start to thrum and heat washed through her. "Arse!"she spat to herself as she grabbed her purse and slammed her desk drawer closed. "You may be able to fuck with my heart, Draco Malfoy but you will not fuck with my case." She marched out of her office, and announced in passing, "I'm going out Lizzy."
Arriving at Malfoy Enterprises ten minutes later, Hermione headed directly for the executive elevator. A security wizard with a pleasant expression blocked her path. "Miss, do you have business with a Malfoy executive? Do you have a pass?"
Trying to maintain her calm, she gave the portly, balding man a confident stare. "I absolutely have business and no, I do not have a pass."
The wizard must have recognized her because he visibly cowed and shuffled his feet. "I'm terribly sorry, but without a pass I can't let you on the elevator. New rules." His tone seemed genuine, as though he were truly sorry he had to deny her anything. She determined then and there she would not take out her frustration on this man who was simply doing his job.
Looking at his name badge she tried to appear calm. "Milton, perhaps you could tell me how to go about obtaining a pass?" Her mind was already exploring other ways to get up to the ferret. Despite her fear of flying, she was not opposed to acquiring a broom so that should could simply fly up to Draco's window and blast her way in with a well-placed Reducto.
"Yes, ma'am. Well, you just need to go to the main desk in the lobby and Eliza will assist you." He led her to the desk where a young raven-haired witch with entirely too big of a smile greeted her. "Eliza here will help you." He gave Hermione a small smile and walked back to his post.
"Welcome to Malfoy Enterprises. How may I be of assistance?"
Hermione turned her focus to the overly cheery witch. "I need to speak with Draco Malfoy about an urgent matter."
Eliza's eyes lit up in surprise. "Oh! Is he expecting you?"
Hermione's voice shook with barely contained frustration as she tried to maintain her calm. "No, but it's imperative that I speak with him."
Eliza's bright smile didn't falter. "Ah, I see. Well, Miss, Mr. Malfoy is a very busy man and you can't just walk in and expect him to drop everything to meet with you. I'm sorry to disappoint. I realize he's a handsome and fascinating wizard but if he interrupted his day to meet with every young woman who walked in here asking…"
Losing her patience, Hermione interrupted the irritating witch. "Eliza, please stop talking and listen to me. I am not some bimbo fan witch. I have urgent business and I need…"
Eliza's focus moved to behind Hermione and her face flushed with a beet red blush.
A teasing voice from behind revealed the catalyst for Eliza's reaction. "Granger, what are you doing here? Come to harass my staff again?"
Eliza's face fell, and the irritating smile finally washed off her face as the billionaire's focus was not on her, but on the witch in front of her.
Hermione whipped around to face him. "Presently I think you're the only one I want to harass. You are sucking the wind out of with my case, Malfoy! Suddenly hiring Moxie!"
He shrugged as though bored and looked around the room. "Oh that. Well, we had something come available we felt she was perfect for."
"Bullshit, Draco. You're trying to sabotage my case, but I'm here to tell you it won't work."
Seeming to find humor in her anger, Draco gave her a condescending smirk. "Really. Well, let's move this to my office, shall we?"
"You know what? No! I don't think I need to speak with you after all." She started to step around him. "There are other employees we can use as examples. This case is…"
Suddenly a firm grip grasped her upper arm and she felt herself pressed back against Eliza's counter. His lips brushed her ear as his whispered aggressive words caused her heart to flutter. "No. You are going to follow me to my office right now and we are going to have a nice little chat."
When she tried to pull her arm away his grip became tighter. "You think I won't force you?"
She swallowed as heat pooled in her belly.
"I am going to drop your arm and you are going to accompany me. Do I make myself clear?"
Damn him! She wanted to refuse, she wanted to resist him and walk away, but she couldn't. She wasn't physically or emotionally able to deny him. She knew she was weak and her anger only grew because of it. "Fine," she spat.
"Manners, Pet." He rebuked in a whisper as he pulled away.
She took a breath and drew herself up to her full height and tipped her chin up as she followed him. Casting a glance at the young witch behind her, Hermione couldn't help the small thrill of victory at the shocked look on Eliza's face.
Milton gave her a small smile as she and Draco approached the executive elevator. Draco tapped his wand to the lift button and gave Hermione a questioning look as he caught her returning Milton's smile.
Giving Draco a pointed look she responded simply. "Milton is a very efficient employee, Draco. Nice to know there is at least one gentleman under ME's roof." Just then the elevator door opened, and Hermione threw Milton a wink as she stepped inside beside Draco.
As soon as the door closed, Draco was on her. His hips pinned her against the wall as his lips glanced her neck. His hands were braced against the wall on either side of her head. His words were sultry and teasing. "You don't think I'm a gentleman?" He planted a soft kiss on her throat and continued to nuzzle her.
"Hmpf. You are a sneaky, conniving little snake, Draco and are hardly a gentleman!" Bringing her hands to the lapels of his suit, she smoothed her hands over him before giving a forceful shove, causing him to stumble back.
He was back on her instantly, this time pinning her wrists above her head and pressing himself more forcefully into her. "Well, I would venture you have no use for Gentlemen anyway." His eyes were on hers and were burning with intensity.
"Get off me!" She stomped her foot.
"No!"
"Dammit, Malfoy!"
"Fine!" He pushed away and turned away from her. The door opened just then and he stepped out, still not looking at her.
Feeling defiant, she stayed on the lift, contemplating just leaving.
His hands on his hips, he cocked a look over his shoulder, giving her an impatient glare. "Granger, just…. Are you seriously going to leave?"
Letting out a huff of impatience she stepped off the lift and followed behind him as he made his way through the executive suite. His secretary shot Hermione a curious look as they walked past her desk and into his office. There was an audible click as the door was closed and the lock was latched with a flick of his wrist.
"You want a drink?" He asked as he walked towards the bar.
"No. Thanks." She watched him as he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it on a chair before pouring two glasses of water.
He walked back towards her and handed her one. "I think we both need a little cooling off."
Still furious with him, she tossed the water from her glass in his face, drenching him. "There, better?" She gave him a teasing, self-satisfied hint of a smile and turned away to walk towards his sofa.
She should have known better than to turn her back on him. He whispered, "Incarcerous," and instantlythin cords were around her, pinning her arms to her sides with her wand still up her sleeve where she couldn't get to it. She could move her legs but had no use of her arms or hands. She cursed herself for her stupidity.
He stepped up behind her and gently removed the now empty glass from her grasp. "I want you to have a seat and calm. the. fuck. down." She shrieked when he easily picked her up and tossed her back down on a chair. She could hear him walk away and open a door. After a few seconds he walked back in front of her, slipping on a pressed and dry dress shirt. She had forgotten he had a full closet off his office. He tussled his wet hair as though he had just stepped out of the shower. Hermione cursed her body for becoming aroused. His chest was still exposed as he had yet to button up the shirt.
Sitting on the sofa across from her he spoke calmly. "Now, lets start over, shall we?" When she said nothing and only continued to glare at him he continued. "Malfoy Enterprises has revisited its hiring practices because, as you so justly pointed out, we were perhaps being slightly and unintentionally prejudiced in our hiring. We are working on rectifying that. We have initiated culture sensitivity training across the board. Over the next six months this training will be mandatory for all of Malfoy Enterprises employees as well as the employees of its subsidiaries. In short, I want ME represented in your case as the company of the future. Malfoy Enterprises is no longer the example of bad hiring practices, but the initiator and example of what is right."
Hermione continued to stare, her mind spinning with his words. She remembered she had given him the advice to do this very thing. Only she had intended it to happen in a different sequence. She had planned to win her case by touting ME as a prime example of the problem. Malfoy could then hold a press conference commending her case and thanking her for bringing this important issue to light. He would at that time announce reforms in hiring practices and at that time become the leader and initiator for other firms to follow suit. He wasn't supposed to do all this before her case!
He had stopped talking and she continued to watch him. Before she could stop herself, unplanned words spewed without her permission. "Are you in love with that…Anna person, Draco?" Hermione hated how vulnerable her voice sounded but she desperately needed to know.
He watched her for a few seconds and then he looked as if he had finally solved a puzzle. "Ahh, I see. That's what your little tantrum is really about, isn't it?"
She closed her eyes, sounding resigned to hear the words that would break her heart. "Just tell me, Draco."
He waved his wand and her bindings disappeared. He spoke softly. "Come here."
"No," she pouted.
He smiled lightly. "I'm not gonna lie, I like your jealousy. It better explains this little display of yours this morning, pet."
She didn't say anything.
"Come here." He whispered again.
"I don't want to, " she whispered in return.
"Yes, you do. Come here." He patted his lap.
His eyes were soft and yearning and she found herself utterly desperate for him.
"Just come here, please?" He whispered, his voice sounding more raw and desperate. Unable to resist, she stood and walked towards him. When she was close, he grabbed her, and she slid onto his lap. His strong arms wrapped around her, holding her tight. "I told you, you're the only witch for me."
Relief flooded through her and all the tension and fear and desperation she had felt and kept bottled up over the past few weeks erupted from her chest into a sob. "I thought…I thought…oh, God." Her words became incoherent as the one shuddering sob exploded into full blown bawling against his chest.
She took hiccupping, gasping breaths as the sobs poured out of her. She pulled herself into a small ball on his lap and he began to rock her, tenderly. "Hey, hey. Look at me."
After a second, she peeked up at him. His eyes were moist as he dabbed her face with the linen handkerchief in his hand. "You never had anything to worry about, Hermione. Anna is a distant cousin, pet; on my father's side. She's part of the French branch of the family but was born and grew up in Sweden. She lived in Russia and then Paris for a while because of her modeling. But that's done now, and she reached out to father. She wants to reconnect with her roots. She wants to live here. She's quite brilliant actually and has just completed her graduate education. She's going to be taking over the running of Malfoys department store. She's actually part of the reason Moxie was hired to run the accounting department. Anna has a smart head for business and when I told her about Moxie's situation, she was quite keen to bring her on board." Draco huffed out a laugh. "Who knew goblins were a part of the fashion industry, but apparently they very much are. Their skill with jewels and metals carries over into a skill with many textiles apparently and they are quite talented with silks and finer fabrics. Anyhow, she is used to being around Goblins and understands their nature and insisted Moxie would be an exceptional hire."
Hermione was quiet, absorbing his words. "But the pictures in the paper, the articles and the way she was latching onto you at the Gala, I thought…"
"It's really weird how I can be out doing any number of things with any number of people, but the minute I'm with her, a photographer inevitably shows up. She's just my cousin, Hermione. And yes, technically she is distant enough to marry, but I have no interest in her in that way. As far as the party? She had just moved to London and was feeling a bit overwhelmed. English is not her primary language and while she speaks it quite well, she kept close to me or mother all night. She's a touchy type of person, but it was in no way meant sexually."
Her hands began to play with his shirt. "I've missed you so much, Draco."
He breathed her in at the neck. "You're all I think about, pet."
"But you haven't contacted me, you haven't said anything."
"Ahh, but you see, you haven't contacted me either now have you? I was simply doing as you requested. I was leaving you alone so that Theo would help you."
"Do you believe me now? That Theo is going to help with Ezmirelda and that he is going to let me go?"
Draco let out a heavy sigh. "I believe that you believe him. I respect you and will give you the remaining time in your…sentence to stay with him. But when those six months are up? What is it…four and a half months left?"
"Yes, four and a half more months of missing you so much it hurts."
His words were firm. "When that time is up, and he goes against his word or Ezmirelda does not come around, I'm going to take the situation over, pet. I'm going to hold you to your word. You will do as I say." He tilted her chin up and gave her a stern look. "Understand?"
"Yes…sir." She couldn't help her response. She was on fire and the tone of his words matched with his promise to take over and to take control caused her body to go into auto pilot. She knew what her response would do to him and was not disappointed when he growled and began to harden underneath her bum.
His words were rushed and urgent, almost angry. "Has he touched you? Hemione? Have his hands or his cock been inside of you?"
"No! Of course not!"
She could feel his breath quickening against her cheek. "Will you give yourself to me? Here, now? Just…this once. Submit yourself to my will to do as I please?"
Her heart and her body raged war against her head and her integrity. She had made a promise to Theo. However, what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. She would shower and then work late. She had no choice but to work late. Her case would have to be re-worked. But right now? Here? Her wizard needed her, and she needed him.
Her words were shaky, "Yes, yes... I'm yours."
"Straddle me," he commanded.
She stood up and lifted her skirt before climbing back on his lap and resting her knees on the sofa on either side of his thighs. Strong hands encased her face and his lips met hers with urgency. His tongue traced her lower lip demanding entry and she opened her mouth to him. A soft whimper escaped her as his hands ran up and down her back undoing the zipper of her dress. He gripped the fabric that was bunched around her waist and pulled it up over her head, leaving her in her simple white bra and cotton panties.
"You should be in nothing but the finest silks and lace, love. When you are mine, it's all I'll allow."
She giggled into his neck, "Clearly I wasn't anticipating seeing you today, much less getting naked."
"Ohh, Pet, you are going to do sooo much more than merely get naked." He snapped his fingers one time and she froze. Her head pulled back and she met his eyes. He was smirking and shook his head. "Forgotten already, I see."
"Draco, that was months ago! I don't remember all those positions? One snap means this and two snaps means that? I mean…honestly!"
He threw her a teasing smile. "Clearly, we don't have time to revisit all that today. But we will. Trust me. Eventually those commands will be like second nature." He grinned wider. "Next time we review them I'll insist you take notes."
Hermione's jaw fell. She remembered how infuriated she got with him the more he had made her practice. She would NOT need to take notes! It was merely because it had been so long ago that she had forgotten.
He laughed at her look of indignation. "You're adorable when you get pissy, you know that?"
"So glad that I amuse you," she quipped.
"Yes, amuse me you do, love." His eyes raked down her front as his hands began to fondle her breasts. "You have delicious tits, pet." His eyes shot up to hers. "Take that awful bra off."
Reaching behind herself she unlatched the bra and tossed it aside. She was surprised to find his steel orbs still on hers instead of her now bare chest. "I've missed your beautiful eyes, Hermione." The words were said with such warmth and tenderness that Hermione shivered despite being on fire.
She whispered in response as her hands gently stroked his cheeks. "Your eyes, your mouth, your words…they've all haunted my dreams, Draco. When I…when I'm in the shower, I'll close my eyes and imagine you're there. I…"
His hands began to massage her breasts and he flicked her hardened peaks as he whispered, "Go on, tell me more."
She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and then released it. "You're…demanding and your hands are on me."
"Where?"
"On my breasts, my neck, my…"
One hand grasped the back of her neck, dominantly as the other kneaded her right breast. "Like this?"
She threw her head back, "Oh Gods, yes, like that."
"But that's not all I touch is it?"
"You grab my bum and pull me close as another hand snakes down between my legs." Hermione's eyes were closed as she recounted the fantasy that had driven her to orgasm in the shower multiple times over the past several weeks. "You scoop my thighs up over your forearms and lift me, pressing my back into the cool tile of the shower wall." Hermione swallowed as she panted. "Then you thrust into me…you fuck me so hard. I take my hand and stimulate myself and then…then I shudder my release and…" She opened her eyes and stared into his. "Then I open my eyes to find I'm alone and its jarring. The loneliness…your absence. What always starts out feeling so good, leaves me lost and empty when it's over."
One hand was rubbing her mound over her panties and the other was stroking her skin on her chest to her abdomen and then back up to her cheek where he leaned in and kissed her.
Suddenly he stood, lifting her. Her legs automatically wrapped around him as he carried her urgently into the en suite off his office. He flicked his wand causing the shower to come on, instantly hot. He kneeled before her and slipped down her panties before pressing his nose into the apex of her thighs and taking a deep breath to draw in her sweet, musky scent. "Get in," he demanded as he stood and removed his shirt and pulling his trousers and boxers off in a flash.
Hermione stepped into the large shower and under the hot water spray. He was upon her quickly, pressed up against her, his erection pressing into her back. She leaned back into him, moaning in delight at the feel of her skin against his. He was almost as warm as the water pouring down on them.
"I'm going to fuck you, just like in your fantasy…against the tile wall…fast and hard. Then I'm going to fuck you like in mine – slowly and deliberately before massaging that tasty little cunt of yours with my tongue until you scream."
Hermione sat at her desk three hours later. Her quim still throbbing from the repeated assault of his cock and his mouth. He had taken her no less than five times, an invigoration drought needed for the fourth and fifth round. He wanted to take her again, but she refused. She had to get back to work.
Before she left his office, he insisted she let him help her with her Wizengamot case. He wanted to be part of the team and wanted ME to be represented as part of the solution as a wizarding company ahead of the others. He said he would endorse her proposed legislation and push for it to pass with all the political clout that he could muster. She would have to abandon her plan to subjugate ME as a company with bad hiring practices, but he would allow her to say ME had in the past made some unintentional poor decisions as long as she would say that ME is currently the embodiment of what she hoped legislation would require of all businesses going forward.
The truth was that without Moxie, her original game plan could faulter and she held little confidence her proposed legislation would have a chance. She really didn't feel she had a choice but to bring him on board. She owled Theo, letting him know she would be late, and started to outline new arguments and talk points she would need to use.
It was after one in the morning when she finally made it home and she was shocked to find Theo sitting up and waiting for her in the living room. Not sure why he was still awake, and fearing he knew what she had been up to, she hesitantly approached him and sat on the sofa.
After a moment, he put his book down. "Long day, huh?"
He did not seem angry and she exhaled a small breath of relief. "Yeah. Moxie came to see me this morning. She no longer wants to be part of the case. Malfoy, he offered her a job and now she doesn't want to make waves with her new employer."
"And I take it that's why you went to his office today? And spent almost four hours?"
Hermione looked at him, stunned. "You're still having me followed?"
"Never stopped, love."
"But…why?
"Honestly, I forgot you were being followed. I hadn't been contacted by him in several weeks because you hadn't seen Draco. So imagine my surprise when today I got an urgent owl message saying that you went to see him. Angry, by the looks of it…the note said. I guess it makes sense. You would be quite justified to be mad that Moxie abandoned your case and it would explain your need to see Draco."
"Oh well, I'm glad my explanation meets your nosy approval. I can't believe you, Theo! You need to stop having me followed. It's downright creepy."
"You know what the next owl message said? The massage that came over four hours later?"
"No Theo, but I'm sure you are going to tell me."
"It said you left in a much better mood and that you looked very put together. Your hair was a lot less messy and your dress had less wrinkles than it had when you arrived. You see these are the kinds of things a private investigator is paid to notice."
"Theo, it's obvious what you think and what you are insinuating." Hermione cringed at how easily the lie fell from her lips. "I promised you I would not have sex with Draco and I am keeping that promise." His look remained impassive. "Theo, I was furious. Beyond enraged. I went there to yell at him…and I did. But then he explained why he did it and in hindsight I should have predicted that this was what he would do. He wants to be brought in on the case. He wants Malfoy Enterprises to be presented as a forward-thinking company, an example of what other business should strive for in their hiring and human resources practices."
"I bet he does. And let me guess… you agreed, didn't you?"
"I didn't have much choice, Theo. So yes, I agreed."
"Does this mean you'll be working with him on a daily basis?"
"No, but I will be meeting with him and his human resources manager occasionally."
Theo watched her for a minute. "Well, he played that perfectly, didn't he?"
"Theo, what are you so angry about? You know that Draco and I are in love. In a little over four months he and are going to be free to date and explore our relationship. The only reason we aren't doing so now is because of you!"
"No, not because of me – because of my mother, Hermione. And because it won't work if you don't live under my damn roof and because I can't stand you seeing him while living here. I'm losing the person I love more than anything else in the world to a man I thought was my best friend. I'm only flesh and blood and bones and skin, Hermione. My heart breaks every day, a thousand times over because I've lost you. And now…now you're going to be working with him. You say it will only be occasionally, but he will worm his way into your office on a daily basis, you wait and see and if he hasn't already, he'll worm his way into your bed as well. He's a Slytherin, Hermione! It's how he works."
"He says the same about you all the time. I shouldn't trust you, that you are lying…you're a Slytherin! Honestly! You both make me crazy. I just want to be able to trust both of you!"
"Yes, well I feel the same way."
"Look, Theo. It's late and I'm exhausted. I have another long day tomorrow and I need to get some sleep. You need your sleep as well – you know how cranky you get."
"Why was your dress less wrinkled and your hair less messy when you left?"
"Because I cast a charm as I left, Theo! I had been sitting for hours and my dress was very wrinkled. I used his loo and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked terrible. In my anger I had run my hands through my hair and made a mess of it, so I redid it. I de-wrinkled my dress and we kissed goodbye. Yes, a nice but brief kiss, Theo. Get over it!"
Hermione stood up. "Are you coming to bed or not?"
He let out a heavy breath as he stood. "This whole situation sucks."
"Yes, well. We know whose fault that is, don't we?"
Theo grunted in frustration as he followed her. If she had gotten home even an hour earlier, she would have found him in a much worse mood. Ever since the second owl he had fluctuated between fury and despair. One minute he was going to throw her out and she could just deal with photos being released. The next he wasn't going to say anything. A small part of him wanted to simply take her. Force her to sleep with him. He was her husband after all. He had rights! But he would never do that, and he knew it. He had ultimately decided to be honest and now he knew it had been the right decision. She was irritated with him, but she wasn't angry. He was irritated with her, but he still had his four months.
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