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Drinking Buddies	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 25654 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the world of Harry Potter. I am not making profit off of this story. I am writing it for fun only.

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Few things before I start. I’ve decided this story can go on for about 3 more chapters or so, each time showing more of their relationship as it grows, through the good and the bad. There will still be steamy lemon scenes, so don’t get your knickers in a twist. I will not draw this story out past where it needs to be, and I promise to treat these characters with respect for their own personal ways. I’ve tried to set a tone for this story to make sure that Draco’s personality is kept well intact, while changing his demeanor ever so slightly with each chapter. He will NEVER be sappy. Sorry, if you’re into sappy Draco. It’s just not for me.

Secondly, thank you to everyone who has reviewed thus far. It means the world to me! Your reviews are like a spring shower on a hot summer day. Refreshing and uplifting. Please keep them coming!

Third, to answer some questions: Lavender Brown did have a fiancé. That was the man that was with Ron and Lavender outside the Ministry. Lavender was playing the field. Ron knew she was engaged. –On another note, someone asked why Ron would stay so much with Harry if he and Hermione weren’t living together. I figured that Ron probably still lived at home because he was tight with money. He stayed over at Hermione’s most nights when they dated, and since that was no longer an option, he decided to take it upon himself to crash at Harry’s instead of going home to be around his Mum.

Ok, now on to the show! Please enjoy. I know I did when I wrote this. Probably my favorite chapter thus far.

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Hermione fiddled with the top of her ball gown as she tried to cover up her pressing cleavage. “Draco, do you think this dress is too showy? I don’t want to embarrass myself.”

Draco, who had been the bathroom fiddling with his bowtie, emerged in a set of black dress robes and took in the sight of her in her blue corset dress with little accents of golden sequence along the edges. He clicked his tongue, stalking around her as a tailor would, and shook his head. “No good. I’m afraid that will have to come off at once.” He smirked and immediately scooped her up over his shoulder.

“Draco!” She laughed. “Put me down this instant!”

“Alright.” He turned and tossed her onto the bed, disheveling her braided hair slightly, and climbed on top of her. “You’re down. Now what?”

“You were supposed to tell me I looked beautiful in the dress and not to worry.” She pouted her lips.

“Dress is beautiful. Not to worry.” He grinned, running the length of her corset with his hands until he made his way down to the tool skirting.

“Be honest.” She pushed him off of her and sat up. “How silly do I look?”

Draco, seated next to her on the bed, straightened up his dress robes as he said, “As silly as any of us do dressing up to go to a ridiculous Ministry function.” He glanced over at her, saw her flush cheeks, and sighed. “Come here.” He stood and pulled her up to her feet then dragged her to the full length mirror in the corner of the bedroom. He stood behind her, hands on her shoulders and met her eyes in the mirror. “Do you want to know what I see when I look at you?” Hermione nodded dully. He pressed his lips to her cheek, to her ear, to her neck. “I see a bloody brilliant woman in a stunning dress who will surely make any other woman in her presence jealous.” His lips brushed in the crook of her neck, just where it met the shoulder. “And the only way you could look even more gorgeous would be to take the dress off.”

Hermione smiled, suddenly feeling very powerful in the dress. “Really?”

He spun her around and wriggled a suggestive eyebrow. “Really. Is that what you wanted to hear?” She nodded. “Good, because I don’t know how much more of that sap I could dish out.” He chuckled, and Hermione stuck out her tongue. “Careful. I might put that tongue to good use if you do that again.”

“And he’s back.” She rolled her eyes and played with the tulle at the bottom of her dress. “I feel like a girl about to go to prom.”

“Prom?”

“A muggle tradition. For people in high school.” She twirled around in the dress, feeling a bit more comfortable in it.

“Do they honor know it all’s for getting two laws passed in a six month time period?” Draco teased, watching her spin.

“No. They honor a king and queen of the prom for being beautiful and with heads full of sawdust. –You would have made a wonderful prom king.”

“Ha ha.” He grabbed her by the hips and stopped her spinning. “Kiss me.” He dipped his head down and pressed his lips to hers. Hermione could still taste the bit of mint from his toothpaste as he trailed his tongue over her bottom lip. She opened her mouth, letting him freely explore her own, but at this point there wasn’t much he didn’t know. Hermione sighed into the kiss, completely relaxed, and wrapped a gloved hand around his neck. Her other hand went to his cheek and stroked it gently as she pulled away.

“What have you done to me?” She whispered.

He smirked, turning his face in to her hand and kissing her palm. “Just about every un-Godly thing there is to do to a woman.” He gave her a wink that made her roll her eyes again and then added, “I’m so very glad you’re not an impish prude.”

“Eloquent, as always… We’re going to be late.” Hermione leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.

“Oy.” He rubbed at his cheek with an annoyed look. “Don’t get lipstick on me, Granger. Don’t want the single ladies to get the wrong impression.”

“You’re right. After all, it isn’t like the last six months meant anything. You really should stop bringing me books, then. And kissing me. And other things.” She laughed a little and rubbed away her lipstick print with her thumb. “Do me a favor and stop calling me Granger? We’ve been official for some time now. I think the least you can do is call me by my proper name.”

“Does it annoy you?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“Then I’m going to continue to do it.” He smirked at the irritated look on her brow and played with a fallen lock of her hair. Hermione watched him, the way his ice blue eyes danced over her skin, the way he carried that air of superiority. In school, she thought he was arrogant. Now, she knew it meant he was hiding his true feelings. He had the same look on his face after she had suggested that they put a label on what they were. She suspected then that he had been bothered by the idea, but later she found that he had simply been concerned about her intentions. Draco was actually quite fragile under all of that snobbery and pride. It had simply come down to know when to push and when to let it go. Tonight, she pushed.

“What’s wrong?” She whispered. He shrugged but she didn’t relent. “Draco. Are you worried about Ronald being there?”

Scoffing, he jutted out his chin and said, “I could care less if Weasley shows his ugly mug. Let him see us together. It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Then what…?” Hermione trailed off and then realized. “Is this about the Minister inviting your family?”

“They have a lot of money and the Minister needs to invite his investors to the Ministry functions. It’s just been a while since I’ve seen them is all.” He stared off at nothing in particular, his eyes flickering with nervousness. “And I’m not ashamed of you.” His eyes found hers, insisting. “I’m not. I just don’t know how I’m going to feel when I see them again.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine.” Hermione played with his collar a little, folding the pressed lines of it as she spoke. “They’re your family, and they love you. Your mother made some very poor choices, yes. But if she hadn’t have made those… well, we probably wouldn’t be standing here today, would we?” Her voice cracked a little. “I’m actually quite glad everything happened the way it did.”

“Are you?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Aren’t you?”

He gave an impatient shrug. “I suppose.”

“You suppose?”

“Yes. I suppose if my mother hadn’t betrayed me I might not have had the best shag of my life.”

“Draco!” Hermione smacked his chest, but laughed all the same. He smiled warmly, still twirling a bit of her hair between her fingers as he said quietly, “Oh, come on. You know I love you.” Her heart caught. She stared up at his cool eyes that rested gently on her warm ones, and her stomach did a flip. Surly he didn’t say…? But he had, hadn’t he? Her mouth agape, she watched him tuck her hair behind her ear and kissed her on the forehead. “Ready to go?”

Hermione nodded shyly and grabbed up her wand off of the nightstand, hooking it on a loop designed to hold it on her gown. There was a knock at the front door, and she inwardly scolded herself for not saying something back to him. Flustered, she made her way through the living room, taking her time as to not trip over her dress, and opened the front door. “Ginny… “ She grinned from ear to ear and hugged her friend tightly. “When did you get back in town?”

“Did you really think I’d miss this?” Ginny grinned into Hermione’s shoulder. “You’ve been working on House Elf rights for as long as I’ve known you. What you’ve accomplished is nothing short of amazing. The Harpies can do without me for one night.”

Hermione saw Harry approach the front steps, dressed in rather nice dress robes that looked taken down a peg when matched with his unruly black hair. He waved at Hermione and met up with them in the doorway. “How you feeling, Hermione?”

“A bit nervous, but… all around, wonderful.”

She invited them both in and caught Draco in the kitchen pouring shots of fire whiskey into shot glasses. He raised a superior eyebrow at the sight of Harry and Ginny and smirked comfortably. “Oh good. The peanut gallery has arrived.”

“Malfoy.” Harry gave a curt nod and eyed the drinks. “Those for us?”

“Either that or I’ve become quite the alcoholic.”

Everyone took a spot around the kitchen island and grabbed up a glass.

“To Hermione,” Said Ginny, hoisting up her liquor, “The most brilliant witch we know.” They all slammed back their shot and coughed as the alcohol burned their throats. Draco sat his shot glass down in front of him and kissed Hermione’s cheek. Ginny’s faced scrunched up, and everyone noticed. Hastily, she fumbled out, “Sorry. I’m still not used to-” She waved her had between Draco and Hermione, “This.”

“You’re not the only one,” Muttered Harry. “Seeing you two kiss is something I never thought I’d ever see growing up. Can’t blame us for still being shell shocked.”

“Well, I’m not going anywhere.” Draco chided, slipping a hand around Hermione’s waist, “So you’ll just have to get used to seeing this devilishly handsome face.”

“Devilishly handsome?” Laughed Ginny. “Compared to what? A pasty white turnip?”

“You’ve basically described your entire family.” Sneered Draco.

“Alright!” Hermione threw her hands up in mediation. “This night is supposed to be about me, isn’t it? So for my sake, can you both not?”

“We’re just having a bit of fun,” Draco cooed in her ear, snaking his arm even firmer around her. “Aren’t we, Weasley?”

“Sure.” Ginny nodded. “Fun…”

Harry put a hand on the back of Ginny’s dress and rubbed soothingly. “Ignore him. It’s what I do.”

The four of them took another round of shots to ease their nerves and set off to the banquet in Hermione’s honor, which was being held in the great entrance hall of the Ministry of Magic. Tables had been set up in a uniformed fashion, stacked with beautiful lilies as a centerpiece in tall, crystal vases. Tiny twinkling tea candles floated near the ceiling, giving the hall a pale glow that made Hermione’s sequent dress sparkle. She shook with nervousness until Draco put a gentle hand on her back.

“Breathe, Granger.” He reminded her, and she released her held breath. He then extended his arm out for her to hold, giving her a reassuring smile. “Deep breaths now.”

She reached up, took his arm, and concentrated on her breathing as he led her across the hall, past the wandering eyes that caught sight of them. Hermione blushed. Everyone in their department figured out that she and Draco were together long ago, but she was sure to the rest of the Ministry it might come as a bit of a shock. Sure enough, there were a few who whispered as they passed. Some sounded shocked. Others appalled. Draco rubbed her hand gently and sat her down at their assigned table. Harry and Ginny took their seat with them (Hermione had made sure to have Harry and his plus one reserved with her).

“Honestly,” Ginny scoffed, “Ignore them, Hermione.”

“I am,” Said Hermione quietly. She chewed on her bottom lip and stared over to Draco, who seemed to be focusing on something on the other side of the hall. Glancing sideways, Hermione’s eyes caught what he was staring at and patted his arm. “I think it’s your turn to breathe. Go talk to them.”

“I haven’t talked to my parents in over a year.” Draco shook his head. “I’m not about to start now.”

Hermione was just about to say something when a flash of red hair captured her attention. Seated at the table to the side of them was Ron, dressed in oversized dress robes and looking very rigid as he caught Hermione staring. She jerked her head down as Ginny hollered, “Ron! Hey!” And shook her hands wildly.

“Ginny…” Harry warned, but Ginny ignored him and waved Ron over. Reluctantly, Ron stood from his seat and excused himself, then walked over to where the four sat. Draco’s eyes were still focused on his parents across the room, leaving Hermione to fend for herself. Harry and Ron patted each other on the back and smiled.

“Gin.” Ron leaned over and gave his sister a kiss on the cheek. “You look nice.”

“I do, don’t I?” Ginny smiled, glancing down at her shimmering black dress with a plunging neckline. “Mum would hate it.”

“Good thing she isn’t here,” Said Ron. “You look nice too, Hermione.”

“T-Thank you…”

“-Hey Gin, I’ve got to get back to my seat, but save me a dance afterwards?”

“Sure.” She grinned, and Ron left them to it. Ginny gave a satisfied sigh and propped her head up on one arm. “See? That wasn’t so bad.”

“It was terrible,” Piped up Draco, pulling his attention back to the table, “And you know it.” He draped an arm lazily around Hermione’s shoulders. “If you plan on putting us through that again, a little bit of warning beforehand would be oh so appreciated.”

“She needs to talk to him,” Ginny said, and then looked to Harry. “She does, doesn’t she?”

“Ginny, you haven’t been here to see the aftermath. That’s the most they’ve stood to look at each other since, well… you know.” He nudged to Malfoy. “Ron didn’t take that news too well.”

“Sure, just act like I’m not here. I’ll do the same for you.- Hermione, you ever notice how Potter’s hair resembles a wet dog?”

“Draco.” Hermione chastised, and was relieved to see the Minister, Kingsley Shacklebolt, stroll up to the podium and press a wand to his throat. One amplified charm later, he smiled and started.

“Welcome. I am very pleased to see everyone here this evening. Its times like these where I am so glad we can see such an amazing turnout from all walks of life and magical knowledge…” His speech went on for some time, naming off the accomplishments the Ministry was able to conduct thanks to Hermione’s constant efforts to help House Elf liberation. He explained, in great detail, how, with Hermione’s help, liberated house elves could join habilitation programs where they would be encouraged to take on jobs, learn about money spending, and purchasing their own homes. Also, that thanks to Hermione, house elves could find low income housing specifically to help them as they worked on building up credit at Gringotts, which would now allow house elves to have their own accounts. With a last boastful breath, he introduced Hermione up to the podium and stepped aside.

Hermione wrung her hands together, looking around the room at expecting faces, it wasn’t until she found Draco’s that she was able to relax. “Thank you. I started the S.P.E.W. when I was in Hogwarts, and I’m so happy to announce that after tonight, I can finally sleep easy knowing that house elves are finally getting the justice they deserve.” Kingsley presented her with a beautiful crystal trophy carved in the shape of a wand. Hermione smiled, blew the audience a kiss, and took her leave off of the stage and back to her seat. Harry gave her two thumbs up as she sat down, and Draco kissed her cheek. She felt like the room would go topsy-turvy at any moment if given the chance. After a large applause, the Minister stepped back to the podium.

“Thank you, Miss Granger. On behalf of the Ministry, it is an honor to have seen you grow up into such a fine young woman. –Now,” He addressed the crowd, “It is my great pleasure to announce that the entire meal provided tonight was catered by working wizards and -paid- house elves. Dig in!”

Before their eyes appeared a beautiful meal of roasted pheasant, diced and seasoned potatoes, and a medley of vegetables in an intriguing display. Their wine glasses magically filled with fine burgundy at the same time.

“Now we’re talking,” Draco reached out, picked up two wine glasses, and handed one to Hermione. “Brings back memories, doesn’t it, drinking buddy?” He gave her a wink. She knew her cheeks had turned a bright pink, because Harry gave out a huff and rolled his eyes.

“I’m never going to get used to you flirting with my best friend.”

After everyone had finished their meals and the plates magically disappeared, the band started up, bringing with them the sounds of soft ballroom music. Kingsley and his wife started the dancing trend, and soon couples from all over were flocking to the middle of the hall. Draco asked Hermione if she’d like to dance too, but Hermione caught sight of Ron, his arms wrapped around Lavender Brown’s round hips, and shook her head.

“Talk to him.” Ginny encouraged as Harry took her hand and led her to the middle of the floor to attempt a waltz. Draco sat in silence for a moment before he said, “The Weasley brat is right you know. You should talk to him.”

“What would I have to say?” Hermione stared down at her lap, embarrassed. She watched Draco scoop up her hand and kiss the back of it. Then he kissed her wrist, her arm, her shoulder, and finally her cheek. “Draco, people will see.”

“Let them.” He shrugged. “And to answer your question, just say what’s on your mind.” He stood up and scooted her out of her chair. With a light shove, he pressed her towards Ron and his date and gave her a wink. “Go on, I’ll be right over here. And if Weasley gets fresh with you I’ll make sure he’s vomiting slugs for a week.”

“Ha ha.” She rolled her eyes and turned towards Ron. She gulped, hiked up a bit of her dress, and strolled confidently up to Ron, who was dipping Lavender in a playful way. As he brought her back up they both noticed Hermione and stopped dancing. “Hello.” Hermione attempted her best smile and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Lavender, would you mind terribly if I had a moment alone with Ronald?”

Lavender’s eyes widened, but Ron rubbed her shoulder and said, “Its fine, Lav. We won’t be long.” Mouth falling open, Lavender stalked away muttering under her breath. “She’ll be fine.” Ron reassured Hermione. “She’s touchy.”

“I see that your relationship is blossoming,” Hermione said, and glanced back behind her to Draco, who held up his wine glass to her. She turned back around and brushed the top of her skirting.

“You want to dance?” Ron asked. She looked up at his deep blue eyes, so familiar and kind, and smiled a genuine smile.

“I think that would be lovely.” She put a hand on his shoulder and the other in his hand and they waltzed slowly along the dance floor, aware of each other’s bodies and making sure to keep the appropriate amount of space between them. When Hermione felt comfortable in their movements, she looked up at him and said, “So, Lavender’s engagement didn’t pan out, I take it?”

“Not after you dropped that out in the open in front of her fiancé,” Replied Ron, chuckling. “I guess I should thank you for that.”

“I… I was a bit angry that day. And I never formally apologized…” She lowered her eyes, but Ron tucked his hand under her chin and raised her head back up.

“No, Hermione. I’m sorry.” He placed his hand back in hers and continued to lead them in their waltz. “I didn’t treat you very nicely for a long time. I’ve always been in love with you, and I think I just took that for granted.” He watched her smile wearily. “Don’t worry, Mione. I’m not trying to woo you back. I don’t think it would work at this point.” His eyes trailed over to Draco and then back to her. “Can I ask you a serious question?”

“Of course.”

“Why him?” Ron’s eyebrows knitted together. “I get it, that you’ve moved on. But with Malfoy? What’s that snobby, two-timing git-”

“That’s my boyfriend you’re talking about,” Hermione said coolly, “And he has an excellent talent of reading lips.”

“Oh, good.” He looked up and mouthed, ‘Piss off.’

“Ron!” Hermione gasped, but he spun her around and she laughed, forgetting all about it. After a few minutes went by, she leaned her head on Ron’s chest and said, “I can’t explain why I like him so much. He’s still as arrogant as he was back at Hogwarts, but he’s… kinder, somehow.”

“He breaks your heart and I’ll break his sodding head off.” Ron grumbled. They both stopped dancing, glanced at each other, and laughed. “Well,” He chuckled, “It’s true.”

“I miss you, Ronald.” Hermione stated, and she meant it. “You’ve always been one of my best friends. It’s been hard not to tell you about my day or to confide in you in, what? Seven months?”

“If your day has been anything to do with Malfoy, it might be better if I didn’t know,” Chided Ron. “I feel the same, though, Hermione. Maybe… maybe we could start going to lunch again? You, me, and Harry?”

Hermione’s heart swelled. “I would like that.”

“Good. –I think Lavender is having a heart attack over at our table. Will you excuse me?”

She gave a gentle nod as Ron kissed her on the forehead and made his way back to Lavender, who was gripping her wine stem so tight Hermione swore she could see it cracking. Draco made his way across the room and placed a hand on her hip. “Care to dance?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Hermione said playfully, “But I already have a date, and he’d be quite mad if I-” She gasped as he pulled her dangerously close to him, nose to nose, “-danced with someone else…”

“He sounds like a real wanker,” Draco whispered.

“He really is.” Hermione giggled. She laced her arms around his neck and kissed him. “Thank you.”

“For?”

“Ron.”

Draco rolled his eyes and led her in a dance. “I only said something because you looked like a kicked wet dog.”

“Charming.”

They danced for three more songs before they spoke again, Hermione starting it off as she pulled away and whispered, “Your turn.” Draco looked quizzical as she took his hand and dragged him across the dance floor towards two very disgruntled looking guests in the back corner.

“Wha-what- No, Hermione, I don’t want to-” Draco griped but stopped when he stood face to face with his parents.

“Hello,” Hermione started politely, “Mr. Malfoy. Mrs. Malfoy. Thank you so much for coming this evening.” If Lucius’s distasteful sneer was anything to go off of, Hermione knew she had her work cut out for her. “Draco and I wanted to come over and thank you personally. Didn’t we, Draco?”

“Sure.” Draco nodded, his lips pulled up in a sneer that matched his father’s.

Narcissa Malfoy’s lips pursed into a forceful smile and said, “Thank you, Miss Granger.”

Hermione kicked Draco’s foot, and Draco coughed then said, “Hello, Mother. Father.”

“Draco,” Lucius lulled, “Enjoying your common work at the Ministry?”

“Quite.”

“It’s good to see you, dear,” Narcissa said, reaching up and patting her son on the arm. Draco made to flinch away but stopped himself at the last moment in fear of Hermione’s wrathful glare. “It’s been too long.”

“Not long enough,” Draco muttered, causing Lucius to perk his head up.

“Apologize to your mother.”

“I won’t.” Draco shook his head.

“Draco,” Hermione started, but he cut her off.

“No.” He shook his head again, looking from his father, to his mother, and then back to Lucius. “I won’t apologize. If anyone deserves an apology, it’s me.”

“For what?” Scoffed Lucius.

“For… for what?” Draco’s voice got higher, angry and stressed. “How about for paying off my girlfriend to leave me just because she wasn’t want you considered good enough-”

“I did that to protect you, Draco dear.” Narcissa’s face looked sincere, but Hermione wasn’t full convinced. “And you should thank me. Any girl who would take money over marriage wasn’t worth your time.”

“So are you going to bribe Granger too?” He whispered, glaring at the both of them. Narcissa opened her mouth to speak, stopped, and closed it quickly. Draco huffed out a breath and regained his composure. “You’re right. I should thank you, Mother. Because without your little stunt, I wouldn’t have ran into Granger here,” He pulled her to his hip, “And I most certainly wouldn’t have been able to do this.” He swung Hermione around to face him, dipped his head, and landed a very large and deep kiss on her mouth. Hermione’s eyes went wide as a few dancing guests stopped to gawk at the couple before Draco pulled away and turned back to his parents, whose mouths hung wide open. Narcissa was the first to shake off her horrified expression to stand and stare directly at Hermione.

“Miss Granger, a word?”

“I… oh, okay,” Hermione whispered as Narcissa slipped an arm around Hermione’s own and guided her away from the glaring Malfoy men and over to a vacant table. When they got there, Narcissa released her grip on Hermione and pierced her eyes with her own.

“Do you love him?” She snapped suddenly, pulling Hermione out of her shocked daze.

“Wha-What?”

“I asked you if you loved my son,” Narcissa said, stretching her neck up in a superior way. Hermione noted to herself that Draco must have gotten that habit from his mom.

“That’s a personal question, Mrs. Malfoy.”

“He loves you.” She stated simply. “It’s written all over his stupidly handsome face. My Draco deserves the best you know.” Narcissa’s eyes started to swell with tears as her voice began to shake. “I love my son more than anything, Miss Granger. And I made a terrible mistake the last time I saw that look in his eyes. It might have cost me our relationship.” A tear fell slowly down her cheek. “Promise me you’ll look after him?”

“Narcissa…” Hermione whispered, and reached out to take her hand, but Narcissa recoiled.

“My husband will never accept you. You should know that. And as such, I’m not supposed to accept you either. But…” She trailed off, leaving Hermione’s gaze to watch Draco bicker with her husband. “I want you to promise me you’ll be good to him.”

“I… I promise.” Hermione nodded. Narcissa smiled faintly, wiped a tear away with the back of her hand, and took in a deep breath.

“Thank you.”

To Hermione’s relief, Narcissa sauntered away and back to her husband’s side just as Draco appeared in her line of vision. “Hey,” He said, “You alright?”

“I’m… good, actually.” Hermione looked up to him. “You?”

“Told my father off something good. I feel excellent.” He smirked and kissed her cheek. “On top of the world.”

“You really should talk to them, eventually. Really talk.”

Draco shrugged and rubbed the side of his cheek with his fingers. “Not anytime soon, but I’ll do it for you.”

“Thank you.” She smiled, watching Ginny and Harry glide gracefully across the dancefloor. “Would you like to get out of here?”

“This entire banquet is being held in your honor,” He pointed out, “And you don’t want to stay till the end of it?”

She trailed a hand up his chest, his neck, and finally settled her gloved fingers into his hair to give it a slight tug. “I could think of a few other things that would probably be more enjoyable than this.” He closed his eyes at her touch, licked his lips absentmindedly, and nodded.

“So could I.” His eyes shot open and he scooped up her hand in his own, leading her through the crowd of dancing witches and wizards, down the hall and to the elevators.

“Draco, what are you doing?”

He shoved her into the elevator, pressed a button, and began to ravish her neck in kisses as the lift escalated upwards. Hermione felt his tongue snake up to the shell of her ear to whisper, “Remember our first night together?” He trailed his mouth over her jaw and to her lips, where he bit and nibbled. “I’m feeling nostalgic.”

The lift settled and Draco gave a cheerful smirk as he scooped Hermione up over his shoulder and out of the elevator.

“OH my goodness. Draco, put me down!” She laughed, kicking her feet under the frilled skirting. “Put me down this instant!”

“Make me.”

He pushed open the double doors to their office with his shoulder and set Hermione down on the nearest desk. “Merlin’s beard, you look sexy in that dress.”

“You said I would look better out of it.” Hermione teased. He put his fingers to his chin, as if pondering, then pulled his wand out of his robes.

“That can be easily remedied.”

“Don’t you dare!”

But Draco had already said the spell, and Hermione’s dress was across the room in a soft pile, leaving her in just her underwear, heels and gloves. His eyes raked over her nearly naked body, over the curve of her breasts and the dip in her waist, and he licked his lips.

Hermione’s face grew weary. “What if someone comes in?”

“On the weekend?” He took a step towards her. Then another. And another.

“We’re here.”

“And?”

“And the least you could do is lock the door.” She looked longingly over to her wand, still tucked in its loop around her dress.

“If someone comes in, they could learn a thing or two.” His hand reached out and traced the length of her thighs, settling at the groove of her hips. He dipped his head in and bit her neck, earning a muffled moan from her as she tried her best to keep quiet. He nibbled her collar bone, her shoulder, her ear, working up to a deep kiss that made her legs shiver. His grip on her hips tightened as he whispered, “I want to try something new.”

“New? Such as?” She asked between bated breaths. He pulled her to her feet, spun her around, and gave her ass a firm smack.

“Want to tie you up,” He murmured between kisses that he bestowed to her neck, “I want to see you helpless.”

“Tie me up? You mean bondage?” She gasped as a hand slipped between her legs and rubbed against the silk.

“Always with the labels.” He tisked while his middle finger trailed across her wet underwear. “Yes. I want to tie you up and then tear you down until you’re begging to scream my name. Completely under my control.” Another bite to her shoulder, rougher. “Sound like fun?”

“Draco… I… I’m not su-sure… oh…. Oh, bollox…” She whimpered as he slipped his fingers underneath the silky underwear and pressed them up and into her. “A-alright. Whatever you want.”

She felt him grin dangerously against her neck. “I like the sound of that.” He gave her body a few good thrusts with his fingers before he withdrew them and licked them clean.

“On one condition.”

“Oh?” He reached over her shoulder and gripped her neck in his fingers. “So the bookworm’s taking requests now, is she?”

“No. Magic.”

His fingers tightened. “Was that a demand? I don’t very much like demands.”

“A challenge.” She whispered, loving the feel of his hand against her throat. He gave it one last tight squeeze while his other hand cupped her breast, then he let her go completely, and she fell forward, catching herself against the table. “Unless you don’t think you could.” She changed a glance back over her shoulder at him, breathing hitched, lips parted. Draco drank in the sight of her and smirked.

“No magic. I can do that.” He nodded, sure. “But you have to come over here and undress me first.”

“Sure, Draco. Whatever you want,” She said huskily, standing up straight. She sauntered to him confidently, tugged off his dress coat, his bowtie, and then went to work on his buttons, eyes never leaving his. When she got to the very last one she untucked his shirt and left it hanging loosely on his shoulders. He shrugged it off quickly.

“See, Hermione, I don’t need magic to tie you up.” He smirked. “I’ve got everything I need right here.” He waved his shirt in front of him as Hermione’s eyes widened. “Getting cold feet?”

She frowned. “Never.” He twirled his finger in the air and she turned around, hands at her sides, heart beating wildly in her chest. He pressed himself up behind her, shirt in hand and twisted it, thickening the hold it would have on her. When the shirt resembled a thick rope he pulled her hands behind her and began threading the shirt into a careful knot. With one final tug, he fasted it snugly and stepped back to admire his handiwork.

“Still needs something. Ah, yes.” Draco unfastened his belt and tugged it off. “Walk to your desk and bend over it like a good little slave, would you?” She did as she was told, arms bound behind her back, and crossed the length of the office, imagining that just at that back corner were where her and Draco would file and cross-examine paperwork. It felt so thrilling to be in here –to be back in here –like this. With all of those guests downstairs in her honor… She approached her desk slowly, turning in her heels to face him again.

“What’s the matter, Granger? Don’t trust me?” He smirked.

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but what could she really say? She knew she trusted him within an inch of her life. Closer even. She looked to the belt, to him, and then closed her mouth back up and pivoted to face her desk. She braced her legs, finding balance, and closed her eyes as she curved her body over the table. Her breasts made contact with the cool wood and paperwork first, then her stomach, and finally she relaxed her shoulders to let them slack across the desk too. She was completely exposed this way, she knew, just the way Draco liked it.

He let out a satisfied whistle and stalked to the desk, belt in hand. His free hand went to her restraints, checking them, before grabbing a hold of the fabric and tugging her arms back painfully. Hermione winced, and he chuckled. “Legs together, pet.” And he set the belt down on the table.

Hermione’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. She had been sure that belt was going to be used swiftly on her arse, but now she couldn’t find the pieces and where they fit. Panic shot up like a bolt through her stomach. She truly, remarkably, had no idea what would happen next. That thought both thrilled her and frightened her. Hesitantly, she pushed her legs together and let out a sigh of exasperation.

“Yes…” He hissed out. Without warning he fell to his knees behind her and gripped the tight muscles of her arse hidden behind her underwear. He gave each cheek a delicate bite, slow and drawn out and delectably painful. She let out a low groan as she shifted stance, but Draco took both sides of her legs and shoved them back together. About to ask why, she stopped when she saw him reach up, grasp the belt from the table, and loop it around her ankles. He fitted it tight, leaving no wiggle room, and fastened it. Hermione tried to wriggle free, finding it was no use. The restraints against her arms and ankles would not budge.

“Who taught you how to tie a knot?” Hermione whispered thoughtfully as she struggled against his shirt rope. The more she tried to wriggle the less in control she felt. She spilled over a bottle of ink, and it began to drip off the side of the desk. “Oops!”

“Stop struggling,” He whispered as he stood, “And you might be able to leave this office in tact once we’re done.”

“Honestly, Draco. Could you at least clean up this mess? The rug will stain…” Hermione tried one last time to wriggle free, lost her footing, and her cheek slammed against the desk painfully. He sniggered at her and walked the length of her desk, around to where her big arm chair sat, and took a seat. Hermione looked up through her eyelashes at him perched at the head of her desk like a king. “Prick…”

“Who taught you to use that pretty mouth for insults? I could find such a better use for it.” He kicked off his dress shoes, his socks, and propped back against the chair, hands behind his head. “We should just leave you like this till Monday, don’t you think? All of the department would thank me dearly for the sight.” Hermione glared at him, attempted to wriggle free again, and huffed. “Oh, does my dear little lion like to play hard to get?”

“First I’m a bookworm, then a pet, then a little lion. Could you make up degrading name and stick to it? I’m getting rather jumbled up who I really am.” She gave him a smirk. She thought she had control again, even if it was in seeing the satisfaction leave her face. But the moment was fleeting, because he stood up from her chair and began to unbutton his pants.

“Quite the talker, aren’t we, Granger? Perhaps you’d be less inclined to talk back if you had something down your throat.” Before Hermione had any idea what to expect, she felt him reach across the table and grip her by the arms to drag her belly down across the face of her desk, until her entire body and half of her legs were propped up by the table. She had to pull her legs up in an L shape to avoid losing balance as her head hung dangerously off the end of the table. That’s when she saw how close she was to the zipper of his pants and, wide eyed, let out a gasp.

“Draco, don’t you dare.”

“Oh.” He smirked. “I dare.” In a blur her whipped it out and shoved his length into her mouth. When he felt her hot, wet tongue come in contact with him, Hermione saw, out of the corner of her eye, his mouth fold into a glorious ‘Oh.’ “Fuck…” He managed out as he pressed further and hit the start of her throat. “I never get used to how good this feels.” He slid his cock delicately out of her mouth and then slammed it back in, fisting her braided hair. Hermione groaned against his skin, but it came out as more of a hum as she took him all the way in again. She wriggled against her restraints but found it useless. All she could do was lay there across her desk and be face fucked by Draco, who became a bit more forceful with each thrust. “You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth,” He mused, pushing particularly deep and holding himself there. She tried to breathe but found it difficult to do with his dick so far down her throat. He let a hand trail from her hair to her cheek, where he rubbed against the soft, pink skin. “So beautiful.” She looked up to him, caught his eyes at the right time just as he withdrew himself and crouched down to her eye level. “Having fun, love?” Her eyebrows furrowed, defiant. He shook his head, chuckling. “I get it. You want to feel good too. So,” He rubbed her cheek with the pad of his thumb, “Beg me for it.”

“You’ve practically got me at the disadvantage. You could do whatever you want to me, and you still want me to beg?” Hermione scoffed. “Fat chance.”

“You are right. I have full control. So remember that when I tell you to do something and you don’t, your punishment will be severe.” He rose up and shrugged off his pants, fully naked and in full view of Hermione as she took in the v-shape of his hips and the toned skin of his torso. He grabbed the top of her hair with his fingernails and pulled, forcing her to contort her body up and over the table. Still fisting her hair, he brought her to sit upright on the desk, legs tucked underneath her, a look of pain mixed with pleasure spread across her face. Wantonly she closed her eyes and moaned.

“Beg me.”

“No…” She answered, breathless.

Draco kneaded one of her breasts, still holding her hair tightly. His mouth went to work on her neck, suckling at the over sensitive skin to leave a bruise. He trailed hickey after hickey down her neck, marking her, claiming her as his. His thumb and middle finger found the pink round nub of her nipple and gave it a light tug. Hermione’s nerves were set on fire. She could feel the slickness between her legs as he built her up, tugging and pinching her nipple until they were fully erect. When he was satisfied, he turned his attention to the other one, giving it a firm twist. She hissed through her teeth and whined, “Don’t stop.” His fingers became more delicate, tracing around the nub, flicking it every once in a while. Teasing. But Hermione needed the pain. She didn’t know why, but she was lost without it. “More.”

“More? Ooh, look who’s enjoying herself.” He obliged and gripped the entire mound of flesh with his fingernails. Hermione yipped in response, then rolled her head back and mechanically rolled her hips. Her thighs spread open. She was coming undone, and it was all because of him. She wanted to grab him, to wrap her legs around him and demand that he do her right then and now, but when she went to do so her restraints reminded her that she wasn’t in control. He was. She rolled her head forward in defeat as he continued to massage her tender breast.

“Draco,” She gritted through her teeth, “Please. I need it. Please.”

“Need? Oh, there’s something you need?” His hands left her immediately and he backed away from the table. Hermione could feel his eyes on her as she shivered, a pile of nerves and sexual frustration presented to him like a shiny new toy. “Maybe I’ll just leave you here like this. There’s a party downstairs you know. Lots of dancing. I should really check on the guests…”

“If you leave me now, I swear to the high heavens you won’t get so much as a tea cozy for Christmas.”

He laughed and shrugged. “I really could care less. I have all the Christmas present I need sitting right atop that desk. And I think I feel like opening my present up early…” He crossed the distance between them, swiveled her so that her legs now faced him and put her buckled ankles up over his left shoulder. Hermione found herself once again laid across the desk, on her back this time with her arms tucked uncomfortably behind her, and watched as he pulled her silky panties up the length of her thighs and rubbed the head of his shaft against the wet lips between her legs. “Fuck it all. I don’t care if you beg me anymore, Hermione. I have to have you.” And he slipped into the warmth of her, filling her up with his generous length. Hermione’s back arched against the aching muscles of her arms and she gasped. He held himself there inside of her for what seemed like forever, pressing as deep as he could go and proving to her that she was never in control. When Hermione couldn’t take it anymore, she rolled her hips and felt him hit the right spot inside of her. “Merlin,” He growled, and when she saw the look of pure exhilaration across his handsome face, she did it again. Over and over she ground her hips this way and that, feeling the steady build up. Draco gripped her legs still bound together over his shoulder and began to meet her hips with his own tentative ministrations. Hermione sighed contently and her back arched up again, exposing her gorgeous breasts as they bounced up and down with the time of their movements.

Draco smacked a hand loudly onto the desk as he drove into her, spilling another ink bottle down across Hermione’s calendar. He stopped, looked to her, and they both laughed until Hermione rolled her hips again and he lost all thought, taken adrift by the pure pleasure. His hand ran across the table for balance as he leaned forward and accidently went directly into the ink. “Bollocks.” He looked down at his inked hand, over to her, and then smirked. “Mine.” He reached down and made a distinct handprint out of ink over one of her breasts. “And this one too…” He said as he trailed his hand and gave her other one a good grip. Hermione gasped at the cold ink and frowned.

“What are you doing?”

“Claiming what’s mine… Like this,” He smacked her ass hard, leaving another inked print at the same time he dove his dick into her again. When Hermione began to moan in pleasure, he reached up, undid the buckle around her ankles, and pulled her over to the office chair. There he sat her carefully in his lap and on his dick, facing him. “Ride me.”

Hermione nodded and did as she was told, arms still folded behind her back, having been claimed not just by his mouth or hands but by the sheer force of his stare. Each roll of her hips signified that she no longer was her own person; she was something more when she was with Draco. Someone vibrant and free and not only in love with him but with herself. Love… she let out a tiny gasp at the thought. Draco took it as a sign of enjoyment and pressed his fingers firmly into v of her legs to guide her hips into a feverish orgasm. Hermione’s head fell back, a bead of sweat on her cheek, and moaned loudly in the empty office. Draco watched her, determined to ride out her orgasm before he came inside of her, whispering a string of obscenities and finally her name. Hermione the insides of her walls fill up with liquid warmth. She shuddered, relieved in the back of her mind that she knew her contraceptive spells. She could feel his cum nestled inside of her, and it brought a primal satisfaction within her to the surface. Draco’s hands slowly went to her arms and untied her. She collapsed on his chest, out of breath, arms slightly numb.

There, she nuzzled into the heat of his collar bone and gave a content sigh. “I love you…”

She watched Draco carefully as he panted out a few breaths and then registered her words. He jerked his head down at her, smirked thoughtfully, and nodded. “Yeah, Granger. I love you too.” He leaned down and kissed her attentively. “Merlin’s beard, that was some amazing sex.”

“Yes it was…” Hermione looked quietly at her disheveled desk, at the ink stains, at her own marked skin. “I’m going to need to shower for a week to feel clean again.”

She stood from his lap, gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and padded over to her dress, careful to not get ink on it as she slipped her wand out of its loop. With a few flicks of her wand and a couple of glamour charms, she managed to hide the hickeys on her neck and spell away Draco’s ink handprints. She was just slipping back into her dress when Draco realized and gave a huffy sigh. “What are you doing?”

“I’m the guest of honor. If I don’t make another appearance, Harry might come and look for me. And we both don’t want that.”

Draco looked to the cluttered, ink riddled desk and back to her. “And what about this?”

She smirked, waved her gloved fingers at him, and crossed the threshold to the double doors. “I think this is your mess, and you should clean it up. After all, you’re such a dirty boy.” She gave him a flirtatious wink, spelled her hair back into place, and left him all alone to clean up the office.

Draco laughed, picking up an ink bottle and whispered, “Damn right I’m dirty. It’s a good thing I have her to set me straight.” He looked around to the office as if it heard him. “And if she ever finds out that, Merlin help us all.”

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