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The Italian Job	By : Maevenly Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5176 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Six:

"What the fuck, woman! You trying to Splinch us?"
Two Apparitions in twenty seconds was enough to piss anyone off.
No sooner had he Side-Alonged Granger to her flat, than she curled her fingers around his wand and Apparated them back to Hyde Park.
Her face was drawn but determined. Her hands still shook, and tremors still rattled her body, but she was aware, and not hysterical or delusional.
Frankly, if she had been delusional, then his anger wouldn't be justified.
At least she'd Apparated them to a copse out of sight of where Potter, Weasley, and the rest of their team were still working.
"I need your shirt." She waved a hand in his direction.
It didn't take a Potions Master to suss out why she asked that of him.
"You've got to be kidding me, Granger."
"I had to come back, Draco." She implored him to understand. "I can't just… run away with you and let you take care of me when I've still got work to do."
"Yes, you can." Just because he didn't sound as emphatic as he knew should, didn't mean that he didn't mean what he said.
"You're right. I can," she conceded, a bit remorsefully. "And I'd be lying if I didn't admit that a big part of me wants to do just that."
He stepped closer to her, providing a buffer against the chill that comes with the small hours of the morning.
"But if I did, then I wouldn't be me. Harry and Ron need me."
He opened his mouth to contradict her, tell her that Potter and Weasley would be fine now that they knew she was safe; that they trusted him to take care of her when they couldn't, which was the reason he'd been involved in this whole thing from the get-go.
She shook her head wryly. "No, not like that; they don't need me like that, not any more." She looked at him squarely. "Arsuaga's a diplomat. They're going to need me to navigate all the red tape tonight's going to generate. The fight to keep him in the country even after formal charges are filed… If any mistakes are made now, Draco, it'll only help Arsuaga later."
He cursed Arsuaga, he cursed the complexities of international law, and he cursed the fact that all he could do was curse. She wasn't going to budge on this. At least her reasons were valid, and not caught up in her interpersonal relationships with Potter and Weasley. Weasley—cor, he was going to have a hard time calling that man by his proper name.
"Unfortunately, I can't walk into DIWA in this." She gestured to her outfit, completely acceptable for a place like Constellations, completely unacceptable for filing the most urgent paperwork and greeting department heads roused from their beds in the middle of the night.
Draco undid his buttons and shrugged out of his shirt so that he was left in just his leather trousers and tailored undershirt.
Leave it to Granger to make his cock stir with a reverse striptease.
She pulled her belt free and layered it over his shirt. The shirt was far too big, but the luxurious fabric, exquisite cut and rich hue suited her. It provided her with the semblance of modesty she needed in order to be effective.
"I'm getting that back, you know." He was already imagining what it would be like to take it off of her, inch by sensuous inch. Her scent would cling to it deliciously...
"You'll get it," she promised, seductively.
"I getting something else as well, before you go."
His meaning wasn't lost on her. She reached up and twined her hands behind his head.
"You are, are you?"
"Yes."
She wasn't going to deny him, not after three months of waiting and one night fraught with sexual tension and the likelihood of bodily harm.
He wound his strong arms around her, stroking her through the silk. His mouth parted and claimed her lips.
Every sweep of his tongue, nip at her lips, stroke to her gums and licks to her teeth, she returned just as ardently. A growl bubbled up from his chest, reverberating in his throat, and he transferred it to her. His lioness purred beautifully for him in return.
She leaned into him until he took all her weight. His hands gripped the firm flesh of her bottom, roamed to fan across the subtle flare of her back, and burrowed into her soft, wavy hair.
With reluctance, she slowed their kiss. He didn't let her go until he'd pulled on her lips a few last times, savouring mews of frustration and grudging acquiescence.
He smirked. "You know what I'd rather be doing, Princess." She was feeling the same lack of fulfilment he was. "This is your doing, not mine."
"So it is," she sighed, but she wasn't going to change her mind. She drew in a deep breath, taking his air inside her, rolling his taste all over the inside of her mouth with her tongue. It was an effort for her lean away from him.
He watched as she smoothed his shirt back into place and ran a hand through the hair he'd just mussed. Possessiveness he had no business feeling spurred him to make sure she knew his understanding only went so far. "This is twice you've walked away from me tonight, Hermione. I won't let you do it again."
"I won't do it a third time, Draco." She looked at him with exactly the kind of expression he'd been hoping to see since their first encounter two years ago. "I won't need to."
A deep rumble thrummed through him. He lunged for her, swept her up and against him. He took everything her honest, succinct words offered, promised. And, just as quickly, as he knew he couldn't trust himself to stop if they continued for much longer, he set her back on her feet.
But before he could step away, she cupped his prominent erection. "Save this for me."
"It's yours, Princess."
She licked her lips; temptation to give into their need ran rampant. But she backed down, reined it in. She pressed a palm to the side of his face, a caress he leaned into.
"I'll come to you, just as soon as I can. I promise."
Draco Malfoy knew he wasn't an easy man. He didn't deal with emotions well. He didn't think he ever would. But with her, somehow, that didn't matter. He’d, for her, find some way to manage.
"I'll hold you to that."
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