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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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Hermione opened her eyes and looked at the clock on her bedside table. It was two twenty-two in the morning and Theo was still not home. She had slept hard for a bit but had been restless the last hour. In typical Hermione fashion, her mind began to run away with worrisome thoughts of Theo's whereabouts. The restaurants and bars are all closed by this hour and didn't he say they were going to a pub? He should be home by now. She rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling as her mind ran away with her. What if he was in trouble? What if he was too drunk to Apparate home? What if he had tried to Apparate and had splinched himself! He could be Merlin knows where, bleeding to death... or worse, already dead!
Castigating herself for jumping to Gryffindor-like conclusions, she inhaled a deep cleansing breath and told herself to calm down. It was likely that Theo was at Mick's or one of the other wizard's homes drinking and had lost track of time. She closed her eyes, willing sleep to overtake her.
However, her mind wouldn't cooperate, and she found her thoughts jumping from work to her upcoming anniversary to her parents. Recently, they had told her all about cell phones and how wonderful they were. Perhaps she should get them for herself and Theo. She quickly dismissed that idea. More than likely they wouldn't work in the wizarding environment…and besides, that would mean she would always be reachable as well, which given her new circumstances, could prove to be inconvenient. A flood of guilt washed over her and her logic screamed at her. This can't continue, Hermione. You need to end it…now!
Glancing back at the clock, her thoughts moved back to Theo. It was extremely inconsiderate of him to be out this late on a work night. He should know she would start to worry when it got past one in the morning! When she heard the sound of the front door opening, relief coursed through her. Thank Merlin. She leaned over to turn the lamp on and pushed herself up to sit against the headboard.
When Theo walked into the bedroom, she was taken aback by his disheveled appearance. His hair was a mess and his shirt wrinkled.
Surprise was etched on the planes of his face when he spotted her…awake...seemingly waiting for him. "Hey Babe, what are you doing still up?" He started emptying his pockets onto his bedside stand.
"I… I couldn't sleep. Where did you go? The bars closed over an hour ago. I was starting to worry." She tried to sound conversational and not like the nagging wife she swore she would never become.
He started to unbutton his shirt as he gave her a small smile. "I'm sorry, Babe. I told you not to wait up." He tossed his shirt into the dirty laundry basket beside the closet. "We went to Mick's after the pub closed and continued drinking at his place." He sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her as her as started to untie his shoes.
"Theo! What happened to your back? You've got red marks...are those scratches?" She quickly jumped across the bed to get a better look, but he stood and turned to face her.
He shook his head and said dismissively, "It's nothing...we uh, we were rough housing at Mick's and a table busted apart and got me in the back." He looked shamefaced and continued, "You would think we were a bunch of teenagers and not grown men!" He slipped out of his jeans. "I'm gonna take a quick shower." With that he disappeared into the bathroom leaving a perplexed Hermione staring at the door behind him.
Hermione collapsed back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. It was as she had told herself. He was fine, and she had been worrying for nothing. She looked across the room and saw he had missed the dirty laundry basket completely. His pants, shirt, socks and underwear were all scattered around on the floor surrounding it. She sighed heavily and climbed out of bed. As she picked up his clothes and she held his shirt, it surprised her that his shirt was intact...no tears, or dirt or anything. It was wrinkled, but it seemed his shirt fared fine whereas his skin took a beating. She tossed the clothes into the basket and climbed back in bed pondering. More than likely one his friends had charmed his shirt and mended it. It was odd, though. Theo's work friends from the WLP had always seemed so mild mannered. It was surprising they would get so drunk as to break a table. She was suddenly very tired...too tired to think about anything. Theo was home and he was safe. She was asleep within minutes.
Friday
Hermione left the flat at 8:15 am after kissing her husband on the cheek and wishing him a good day. She apparated to work and promptly noted the empty reception desk in front of her. Lizzy was on vacation today, so Hermione was on her own. She walked into her office sat at her desk and started reading through the owl posts which had been delivered since the day before. She shook her head in dismay as she read through some of the letters and applications. Seriously, why would I care about or want to put my efforts into lobbying for witches and wizards to be able to use magical watering devices in their muggle neighborhood yards and gardens! She tossed that letter into the 'politely decline' bin and opened the next letter.
Before she knew it, most of the morning had flown by. It was already eleven-thirty in the morning and she had barely accomplished anything. She acknowledged to herself that Lizzy needed a raise. She had forgotten how much Lizzy really did around that office until now. She would make arrangements with Gringotts after her afternoon meeting with Draco.
She leaned back in her chair as her thoughts drifted to Draco and their arrangement. While the night before she had been determined to end their affair, in the light of day she felt differently. He filled a need that Theo wasn't meeting and as reckless as it was, she wasn't ready to give Draco up. However, they needed to set some more rules and boundaries. She had been curious about BDSM relationships and had done a lot of research a few years ago. She knew about contracts and hard and soft limits and was beginning to wonder if that was a direction she should propose to Draco. Since he was taking this whole Dominance and submission thing so much further than what she had originally thought, perhaps they needed to set some clear boundaries. For instance, she would not allow him to interfere in any way with her profession. She had discussed it with him briefly the night before, but felt she needed to take that discussion a little further to be sure he really understood.
At noon an owl arrived and tapped on her window. This was clearly a personal message because the owl did not leave its delivery in the designated work post basket. She walked over to the window and opened it, watching as the bird flew in and landed on her desk. She untied the letter from its leg before opening her desk drawer and removing two treats. The owl ate them greedily and then flew off through the window.
She sat down as she read the note. "I made a reservation at 'Oscars Bistro' for 1pm. See you there. Don't be late."
Hermione tossed the note in the trash, feeling a touch irritated. As if I wouldn't be on time. Hermione was always punctual and didn't appreciate his tone. Seeing as the lunch is a business lunch, she didn't have to do what he said. Perhaps she would be late after all. She could even change the reservation and owl him back telling him to meet her somewhere else. After a minute she decided that this time she wouldn't be difficult. But going forward, business meetings would not be dictated and controlled by him. It set a bad precedent.
She spent the next forty-five minutes prioritizing the owl posts that she had an interest in. When it was coming up on time to leave, she crossed the room to her mirror and took in her reflection. She was wearing a light grey muggle suit with a pale, pale pink silk blouse. The skirt was a tight, pencil design that came to just above her knees. Her grey heels matched perfectly, and her hair was swept up into a French knot. She was quite pleased with how she looked. She was going for sexy and hoped she was pulling it off. Draco was a handful and she needed to use every tool she had against him for their business meeting. Besides, if he found himself aroused during their business lunch, it would serve to make their following two o'clock encounter that much more...well, more. She smiled at herself as she touched up her makeup. She was looking forward to both their meetings, but her pulse raced when she thought about his hands on her again.
Draco arrived at the bistro a little early so that he could be sure they received a good table, preferably one in a hidden corner where they would have more privacy. Their lunch date may be about business, but he hoped to spice it up a little before taking her back to his office at two. He was not disappointed when he got to the restaurant. They had reserved a perfect table in the back corner of the small restaurant.
He was looking over the menu when he spotted her. His jaw slackened with desire as he watched the Maître 'd lead her back towards their table. She was simply stunning. He noticed the other wizards checking her out as she walked by. That's right fella's and she's mine. He stood up when she approached the table
He spoke softly. "You look lovely, Pet."
She cocked her eye at him. "I'm not your pet," she stated firmly. Then she gave him a small smile and continued, "at least not for another hour." They sat across from each other with small knowing smiles. Each anxious for the hour to pass quickly.
Before he could comment, the waiter walked up and reviewed the specials. They both ordered the fish du jour and Draco ordered a bottle of Sancerre for them to share.
After the waiter walked away Hermione gave him a disapproving look. "I don't think we should be drinking wine, Draco. This is a work meeting after all."
He replied, dismissively. "Wine is very common in the world of executive lunches, Granger."
"Well, just so long as you realize I'm not going to go all soft on you because you give me a couple drinks. I owe it to Moxie to get to the bottom of the...injustice she has endured."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Fine, let's just get to it shall we?"
Just then the sommelier approached the table and poured a taste of the wine for Draco. Draco swirled, sniffed and sipped the wine before nodding his approval. The sommelier then filled their glasses and walked away.
Hermione got straight to the point. "Draco, why didn't Malfoy Enterprises hire Moxie?"
"Because she wasn't right for the job." He replied matter of factly.
"Why?" Hermione pressed.
He sighed heavily. "I'm going to tell you, but this is not for you to repeat to Rita Skeeter or anyone else for that matter." He gave her a stern, questioning look.
She nodded for him to continue.
He sipped his wine. "All potential new hires who are close to being selected go through a peer interview. She scored low on that phase of the process. When she was asked questions she was dismissive, self-righteous, and condescending to the staff whom she would be supervising. They were very put off by her and felt she would be an unapproachable supervisor. Her resume was impressive but her interpersonal skills were very poor."
Hermione sipped her wine and leaned back in her chair, contemplating what he said. "So, it's not because she was a female goblin?"
Draco shook his head and replied adamantly, "absolutely not!"
"Why didn't George just tell me this on day one?"
With a hint of impatience, he replied, "Because it's against company policy to disclose that information. We consider it confidential. It's to protect Moxie as much as us."
Hermione looked at him skeptically. "Are you telling me the truth?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Do you think I'd lie to you?"
Hermione scoffed. "To protect Malfoy Enterprises? Absolutely!"
Draco leaned forward and looked her in the eyes piercingly as he said, authoritatively, "Here's the simple truth, Granger. ME has the right to hire whomever we want and did not break any laws in our hiring process. If you want to lobby for equal rights and equal opportunity rights for goblins, centaurs or… garden gnomes for that matter…go for it. Only don't drag Malfoy Enterprises through the mud in the process. I won't stand by and let you do that. We did nothing wrong and I will come at you with wands blazing if you go after my company." He continued to stare at her as his threat sunk in.
Just then the waiter approached with their meals.
Hermione wasn't sure if she believed Draco about why Moxie wasn't hired. But one thing she did learn was that Draco wasn't going to take this lying down. It was clear he would fight her if it came down to it. She also realized that executive Draco and Dominant Draco were very closely related, and she was beginning feel a little flushed. She took another sip of her wine.
They didn't speak for a couple minutes as they began to eat. She needed to discuss their 'arrangement' and felt that now was a good time. She swallowed her bite of fish and looked up at him to find he was watching her closely.
"You look like you have something to say, Granger. Spit it out." He said with a slight smirk.
She bit her lip and leaned back in her chair. "Well, actually...I wanted to discuss...us, or our arrangement."
Draco's whole demeanor changed. His eyes twinkled, and he gave her a sexy smile. "Continue," he instructed with a soft voice.
She replied in a soft tone. "Well firstly, I want to reiterate my point from last night. My work and my job will not be impacted in any way by... us." After a short pause she continued. "And to that point, you do not have the right to punish me for work related issues either...therefore, you were out of line for punishing me because I met with Rita Skeeter." She watched him as he paused eating and put his fork down.
After a minute he said, in a quiet and soft tone that matched her own, "I'll concede that point to you, Pet. Furthermore, going forward I will not punish...or reward you for that matter, for any work-related reasons." He smiled, mischievously, leaning towards her, his eyes gazing into hers... "however, as your Dominant, I don't necessarily need a reason for my actions. It is my right, as your Dominant, to spank, fuck, tease, torture or...do whatever I want to you and it's your job as my submissive, to take it."
Hermione smirked back at him, "well, you have led me very nicely to my next point. You and I have not discussed limits. While I've never been in an actual D/s relationship, I have researched them. I know about contracts and limits. You can do no more to me than I allow."
Draco cocked an eyebrow and said in a surprised tone of voice. "You want to sign a D/s contract with me? You think that's necessary?"
She tilted her head, "well...maybe. It's not that I feel we need a contract, but I do think you need to know what my limits are. I think we need to at least discuss them." She took another sip of wine, emptying her glass. Draco refilled it.
He watched her for a minute. "Hmm, I think you're right, Pet. I think we should spend the rest of lunch and possibly the afternoon exploring just that." A deviant and flirtatious grin slowly crept over his face.
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