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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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BETA – RaynePhoenix2
Hermione dashed out of Malfoy Enterprises and Apparated to her office. Lizzy smiled brightly upon her arrival, "Good Morning, Hermione!"
Hermione forced as normal a response as possible, appearing calm and masking the inner turmoil she was experiencing. "Good morning, Lizzy. Anything interesting come our way so far today?"
"No, it's been very quiet. No floos or owls to speak of," Lizzy responded as she glanced at her desk and around the office. "I've been doing some cleaning and organizing this morning."
Hermione quickly scanned the space, noticing how nice the office looked. "It looks great, Lizzy," Hermione replied, trying to sound natural and not like her world had just tilted its axis. "I'll be in my office preparing for my lunch with Rita if you need me."
Hermione quickly disappeared into her office, shutting the door behind her. She dropped her purse and briefcase on her desk as she walked to the window and looked out at the street. Her thoughts were whirling with everything that happened this morning.
She had done it.
She had not only cheated on her husband but had done so with her husband's best friend.
She had not only had sex with him but had submitted to him and would be doing so again tomorrow.
Somehow, submitting to another wizard made it that much worse.
She rested her forehead against the window and let the guilt begin to take hold. It was bad enough she had slept with Draco, but D/s had been a big part of her sex life with Theo from the time they dated through the first two years of their marriage. It was their thing and even though Theo wasn't into it anymore, it felt like a massive betrayal playing the submissive for another man. As if fucking another man isn't bad enough?! She let out a heavy sigh, fogging the window in front of her. Hermione, what have you done?
She was officially one of them now. One of those women others talk about. One of those women who sleep around behind their husband's back and provide ample gossip around the coffee cart. One of those women whose every outfit and choice of lipstick is scrutinized and discussed as though the shoes they chose made them more guilty.
An adulteress.
A cheat.
A liar.
Looking back on her married life, Hermione could pinpoint when it all started to change. It was when Hermione became so involved with lobbying for magical creatures at the ministry. She had been working long hours and hadn't had the energy for sex, much less for playing the submissive. Theo had been very supportive, though, and had not pressured her or made her feel bad or like she was neglecting him in any way. It was a crazy three months and, when it was behind her, they started having sex more frequently again. The only problem was that Theo just didn't play the Dominant role anymore. Then over the course of six months or so, they gradually had sex less and less frequently until the Saturday night sex routine took hold. That had been about four and a half to five years ago. Hermione had been unhappy with their sex life since then.
It was more than just their sex life, though; their whole marriage seemed to become routine. Everything from their schedules to the way they greeted each other or said goodbye to each other to the way they to the way Hermione always cooked dinner and Theo always took out the trash. But that's normal isn't it? she asked herself. Routine is not necessarily a bad thing.
Once again she scolded herself for criticizing her marriage. She loved Theo and didn't question his love for her. She trusted him completely and here she was screwing his best friend! You're a terrible person and a horrible wife, Hermione Nott! Theo deserves better!
But despite telling herself this and knowing it to be true, she knew she would not stop submitting to Draco. Not now that she had gotten a taste. A fix. He was everything Theo wasn't and everything she craved. Passionate, attentive, intense, and most of all...Dominant. The way he looked at her, touched her, and spoke to her...it had all been perfect. If she was truly honest with herself, perhaps she had been attracted to him for a while now. It seemed evident by the way she was craving his touch already…despite having just left him less than thirty minutes ago.
Trying to redirect her thoughts, she looked at the clock and noticed it was almost eleven. She was due to meet Rita at noon and needed to get her head in the game. Letting out a calming breath, she walked to her desk and proceeded to review her notes.
At twelve noon, Hermione entered The Wayward Broom and proceeded to the back-corner booth she and Rita usually sat at during these lunches. Rita was already there with her parchment and quill ready.
"Rita," Hermione said and smiled cordially as she sat across from the garish blonde. Rita extended the same greeting to Hermione. The two witches ordered their sandwiches and got to work. While Rita was known as a gossip writer, she was trying to become more respected as a journalist. She would jump at these opportunities Hermione presented her. This, of course, worked to Hermione's advantage. By the end of their lunch, Rita was excited. She not only had a current issue story, but it involved Malfoy Enterprises which meant the story would garner a lot of interest. It was a fact that stories about the Malfoys sold papers.
The Malfoys had been big news after the downfall of Voldemort. Lucius had served time in Azkaban for a couple years but was now home and living a quiet life. His reputation was forever tarnished and the Ministry wanted no part in dealing with him. Draco, on the other hand, was viewed differently by the public as well as the Ministry. He had been young and had been manipulated by a controlling father and a megalomaniac madman living in his home. Draco had been forgiven for his involvement.
Lucius handed over the control of Malfoy Enterprises to Draco and Draco had taken it and built it into a huge, global success. Malfoy Enterprises was now the parent company over dozens of successful smaller businesses. These businesses included the wizarding department store, Malfoy's, which was hugely popular – both here and worldwide. There was also a string of restaurants, a law firm, an accounting firm, and a whisky manufacturer, to name a few other cauldrons the companies had their stirring rods in. They were all incredibly successful. The minute a business Malfoy Enterprises owned became anything less than profitable, it was sold or liquidated. Draco was a shrewd businessman.
He was also charitable, however. It was thanks to him that the library was being modernized. He also invested in their local community, there were new wizarding parks for children and a new magical creatures zoo. The zoo had only been open for six months but was already hugely popular. Draco had gifted the funds for these projects and in return he was well known and respected. Simply put, his name sold papers.
Rita was giddy with excitement as she headed back to her office to work on the story. Finally, some dirt about Malfoy Enterprises. She was even excited about the investigating she would have to do. How many non-wizard magical beings had they hired and how many of those had been women? What were the salary ranges for not only magical people vs. magical beings, but also witches vs. wizards? There could be more to uncover and Rita was on a mission to find out. Malfoy Enterprises might not have technically broken any laws, but public opinion was a fickle thing and public opinion might find him guilty. Speaking of breaking laws, it might be worth looking into any complaints from witches about being discriminated against by ME. If she could find a witch to claim she was passed over for a less competent wizard..? Well, that would be a huge story.
After her lunch, Hermione was tired. She sent a message to Moxie updating her with what she had done so far to investigate her complaint and then checked in with Lizzy before deciding to take the rest of the afternoon off. It was one-thirty in the afternoon when she Apparated home and the first thing she did was take a shower. She wanted to remove all remnants of Draco's scent from herself before Theo came home. She could still smell him on her skin…sandalwood and bergamot and something floral. Skimming her nose along her arm, she realized she could breathe him in. Hermione hated to wash it away but knew it would be dangerous if Theo took notice. She climbed into the shower and soaked in the hot spray and gazed at the rivulets of water dancing over her skin before dashing down the drain to vanish the evidence of her deceit.
She worked her cleansing hair potion through her locks and started thinking about what she would fix for dinner. It was while she was rinsing that she remembered it was Thursday. Theo had told her twice this week he had a get together tonight with his buddies from his old job at the Wizarding Literacy Project. WLP was an outreach program which helped wizards and witches who had trouble reading. They assisted all ages, from preschoolers to the elderly. Theo was passionate about books and reading, it was actually what had originally attracted Hermione to him. He was a wealthy wizard who did not need to work but chose to because of his love of the written word and his desire to help others. He left WLP after he convinced Draco to invest in modernizing the library. Of course, neither Draco, the librarian, nor the ministry would agree to the upgrades unless Theo helped see it through. So, Theo left WLP a couple months ago and had been working at the library ever since. Hermione was incredibly proud of her husband. Without his pushing Draco to invest, and encouraging the head librarian to endorse the upgrades, the ministry would have never green lighted the project.
Since leaving WLP, Theo missed his friends and Hermione was happy he would be seeing them tonight. This meant she was on her own for the evening. She dried herself and slipped into her robe before she walked into the living room to grab her book. When Theo floo'd into their flat just as she was sitting down to read, they were both surprised to find the other home.
Theo's shocked face quickly morphed into a smile and he walked to his wife and kissed her on the cheek. "Hey, Kitten. You're home early."
She smiled at him. "So are you! What are you doing home?"
"I, uhh...left something. A book I wanted to loan to Mick." He walked past her, towards the guest room which they used as a library. He came back out with a book in hand. "You'll be ok on your own tonight?" he asked her.
She shrugged. "Sure, I'll probably just go to bed early."
He kissed her on the cheek again and then grabbed a handful of floo powder. "Okay. I'll see you later. Don't wait up." He then tossed the powder into the fireplace and said, "Wizarding Library." He was gone.
She contemplated the empty floo for a moment. It was so odd that they both showed up at their flat in the middle of the afternoon. He didn't even ask her why she was home. He seemed to be in a hurry. Putting it out of her mind, she grabbed her book from where she had tossed it when Theo came in and opened it.
After staring at the same page for more than twenty minutes, she gave up on reading. Her mind kept wandering to that morning. She kept seeing Draco's eyes – dark and hungry. When she closed her own, she could feel his hands on her skin, his breath on her neck, on her stomach, on her… She rubbed her legs together, trying the quell the building arousal.
Was he thinking about her as much as she was thinking about him? Hermione found herself wondering what he was doing. Was he at work? At the Manor? His flat? Suddenly an uncomfortable thought came to mind. Was he seeing anyone? Sleeping with anyone else? She realized she couldn't say anything given that she was married, but that didn't change the fact that she didn't like the idea of him touching another witch. Or worse – Dominating another!
She knew she needed to stop thinking about it. She needed to stop thinking about him. She was married. It was reckless and immoral and felt wrong.
Yet, somehow, it felt so right. So good. She didn't like imagining his hands on another witch… his mouth on another's lips. His breath on another's breast. She knew she had no right to make demands of the wizard to be monogamous, yet the thought that he could be with another witch at this very moment made her feel ill.
After another few moments of thought, she considered it from another angle. While she didn't have the right to demand he touch only her, she did have the right to be certain he was practicing safe, clean sex. She was clean. She had only slept with four men – Draco actually being the fourth. The first two had been right after the fall of Voldemort and then Theo had come along. So, she knew she was clean.
Was Draco? Was he promiscuous? Had he slept around behind Astoria's back? She began to feel uneasy, realizing that she had some questions for Draco. Questions she should have already asked.
She moved into her kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine, trying to quell her unease. Looking at her watch, she realized it was only three-thirty in the afternoon. She grabbed a piece of parchment out of the drawer. "It's 3:30 and I've just poured my first glass of wine. On my own tonight... -H."
Hermione looked at her note. Would he want to see her? Would he show up? She had questions for him, but mostly she simply wanted to see him. She took a swallow and debated whether to send it or not. Opening the window, she whistled her signature call for their pet owl, Bernie. The bird appeared within a minute or so and gave a soft hoot as he landed on the sill. She tied the note to his leg. "Take this note to Draco Malfoy. Don't give it to anyone else. Come back after its delivered and I'll give you a treat." The owl was off in a flash.
Hermione picked up her glass and took another large swallow. Deciding she needed to do something to keep her mind occupied, she sat at the dining room table and began working on her proposal for equal rights amongst all magical beings. She would have to present it to the review board for new business at the Ministry before she could present it to the full council for consideration. Therefore, it needed to be succinct and to the point. The review board had complete control over what was brought forward to the council. If they didn't like what she was proposing or didn't think that it had merit, it would be dead in the water. They had many proposals brought to them daily and the ones that were too wordy or complicated ended up being denied. She wouldn't say the review board was lazy, but they had short attention spans. Frankly they had too much power and not enough oversight, but that was an argument for a different day. Her proposal needed to grab their attention and get to the point. This was something Hermione struggled with as she tended to write too much.
She finished off her glass of wine as she jotted down the last piece of her rough outline for her proposal. Glancing at the wall clock, she was surprised it was already four-fifteen. Pouring herself another glass, she kept writing. When she heard a tapping at the window, she couldn't help the jolt of excitement that struck her when she spotted Bernie looking at her through the window with a note tied to his leg. She jumped up and let him in and relieved him of his charge. He let out a soft hoot of affection when she grabbed the piece of bacon she had set aside and gave it to him.
She quickly unrolled the parchment. "5pm..be ready...D"
Hermione glanced at the clock again. It was four-forty. She wondered what he meant by 'be ready'? Were they going out? She changed into her light blue sundress and tossed her hair into a messy bun before polishing off her second glass of wine. She felt a little tipsy, but she wasn't drunk. Rather than pour another drink, she put the glass in the dishwasher knowing she needed to keep a clear head. She had questions for the wizard.
When she heard the knock on the door, she felt excitement peppered with dread. Stay calm, Hermione, she coached herself. Opening the door, she was the picture of composure on the outside, but on the inside she felt warm, frenzied flutters in her gut the second her eyes drank him in. Still in his suit, he had touch of a five o'clock shadow and his hair was messy, as though he had been running his hands through it. His appreciative gaze was licentious as it seemingly undressed her right there in the entrance foyer. She stepped aside and gestured for him to enter, shutting the door softly as he walked past her.
He asked in a low and sultry voice. "Are we alone?"
"Umm, yeah. Theo's – " But she didn't get to finish her sentence. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him, crashing his mouth onto hers. His kiss was needy, urgent. She melted into him and threaded her fingers through his silky, platinum locks. After a moment, he pulled back from her and looked at her with eyes somehow even more heated than only a moment ago. He said quietly, "I won't fuck you in his home." Before she could voice her complete agreement, he told her firmly, "We're going to my flat. Grab whatever you need – quickly."
Hermione Accio'd her purse as Draco opened the front door. Looking at her expectantly, she quickly dashed through it, her inner submissive already basking in his taking control. As soon as they were out the door and Hermione set the wards, Draco pulled her close and quickly Apparated them into his flat.
Once there, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her down the hall. She almost giggled out loud as the words "me Tarzan, you Jane" came to mind. In a flash she found herself tossed onto his bed.
Sprawled out before him, he stood at the side of the four poster staring down at her with an intensity that Hermione had not seen from him in many years. It was similar to the looks of rage she had witnessed all those years ago when they were children. This time, however, there was definite need and desire mixed in as well. He exuded dominance in a way Theo never could have dreamed of. The muscle behind her ribcage began to beat furiously and she found herself slowly scooting away from him.
A strong hand grasped her ankle, prohibiting her escape. "You've been a very bad witch, Miss Granger
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