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Research & Development	By : BooBack Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13780 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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9.
In all the rush of getting ready, running to the phonebooth, quickly rehearsing and then doing her speech and then sitting down for a while to calm her nerves afterwards, it took Hermione almost an hour after Draco had asked her that question to actually have the time to think about it.
In the heat of the moment, she had said that she would go back to his flat after the Gala. And she had indicated to him that she wanted him. And in that moment, she had wanted him, but now that she had time away from him, her mind started questioning it all.
Why did he even want her? He had said before that he was not attracted to her. Was it just because he had seen her bending over his bed in her knickers? Was he feeling the same as she was now? Maybe he didn’t even actually want her anymore now that they were both out of that rather intimate situation.
Or maybe seeing her like that had been just as arousing to him as seeing him in the shower had been to her?
She sighed and she felt like she could still feel his touch on her skin and her lips still felt sensitive from their kissing. It had felt good, yes, but could she really think about doing more with him? Her tummy tightened again thinking of what he had said he wanted to do to her, what he probably would have done to her already if it weren’t for this silly Gala.
She was brought away from her thoughts by the arrival of Harry and Ginny Potter, and Ron Weasley, who was here with his girlfriend Susan Bones, who worked for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department.
‘Hi Hermione,’ Ginny said with a smile.
‘Feel like we haven’t seen you in ages,’ Harry said.
‘I know, it’s been mental at work lately, and I was in Romania for a week for a project that I’m working on,’ she said.
Susan spoke about how busy she had been recently. She worked with Mr Weasley, which is how she and Ron had reconnected last year. Hermione was happy that he seemed to be settling down finally after quite a few failed romances.
The next award was then announced so they quieted. ‘The Award for Ingenuity for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, for his conception and work on the new Dumfries Sanctuary for Native British Dragons, is—’ the wizard stopped and looked confused at the parchment for a moment. ‘Draco Malfoy?’
There was a smattering of applause and then a murmur as they realized what the wizard had said. Draco, however, was undaunted and made his way up to the stage to accept the award. ‘Well, this is a surprise,’ he said with a sonorous charm cast on him. ‘I wasn’t even invited to this thing last year.’ There was light laughter. He continued with a few more jokes and a couple good-natured jabs at the Ministry for which he received laughter and applause, then he said, ‘But honestly, I wouldn’t have been able to get anywhere with this project, if it weren’t for the stubborn head of R&D, Hermione Granger, rummaging around my desk at night and then forcing me to write the proposal.’ More people laughed as they could imagine this happening. ‘Thanks, Boss,’ he ended sarcastically and then left the stage to claps and cheers.
Though he was getting caught up speaking to some other people, Hermione noticed that he was slowly making his way over to where Hermione was standing with the others. ‘Potter,’ he acknowledged, seeing Harry first.
‘I’m impressed, Malfoy,’ Harry said, his tone disingenuous. ‘I never thought you’d actually become a functioning member of society.’
Draco just smirked, ‘Good to see you too, Potter.’
Hermione, in an attempt to stop a row before it started, said, ‘You never told me you’d been nominated, Malfoy.’ She actually did wonder why he hadn’t told her, especially when he had helped her with her opening speech.
‘It’s only a silly award, Granger,’ he said with a shrug. She wanted to defend it as it was actually quite an impressive achievement, but he had now pushed past the group and—Hermione thought at least—deliberately brushed his body against hers as he passed to mingle with some of the other Ministry employees.
When Hermione turned back around, Ginny and Susan were looking at each other and smiling. ‘Has he become,’ Susan started. ‘Like really attractive?’ Ginny finished. Harry and Ron both looked at them in disgust. ‘What?’ they shouted.
Ginny smirked at Harry, ‘Not that I would ever leave you, my love. But damn, he is sexy.’
Susan agreed, looking past Hermione at Draco Malfoy in his dress robes. ‘Don’t you think, Hermione?’
Hermione looked at them in shock. ‘I'm his boss!’ she said in a whispered yell, but their words brought back memories of how his lips had felt on her body only an hour or so ago, and his fingers reaching deep inside—‘So?’ Ginny said. ‘That doesn’t mean you can’t admire his beauty.’
Hermione shook her head. ‘I cannot believe you two.’ She walked away from them, but unfortunately, it seemed like Ginny and Susan were not the only ones who had noticed Draco’s appearance. She realised that most people in the ministry hadn’t seen him in years as he generally kept to himself at work, and she had to admit that between running and going to a muggle gym, he had actually gotten quite fit in the last few months. By 8pm, she had had at least 15 people ask for his intracompany address or whether or not she knew if he was shagging anyone and she was getting annoyed.
And really, she couldn’t believe herself either, that she had actually been intimate with him and that she had said that she would do it again! He was her direct report, she was his boss. They were friends. She didn’t want to lose her friendship with him over some stupid hormonal urge that seemed to crop up suddenly on both their parts because they were both half-naked in a room together.
No, she would have to tell him that it couldn’t happen. As much as she enjoyed what he had done to her, there was far too much that could go wrong. Plus, there was obviously a gaggle of girls that he must certainly find more appealing than a bushy-haired bookworm.
As the ceremonies ended and the dancing began, she made her way to the toilets, which were down a dark hallway. She had fixed her hair and makeup and then decided with resolve that she needed to find Malfoy to tell him of her decision.
She was walking back out of the dark hallway when an arm suddenly shot out from an alcove beneath a set of stairs and pulled her in. She gasped, giving her attacker the chance to take control and push his tongue into her mouth. She tried to push him away – as his hard body pressed hers into the wall – but as she breathed in, she recognized the scent and it immediately calmed her nerves.
She didn’t even know that she knew his scent, but maybe unconsciously for a while, and definitely today when he had been so close to her, her body had memorized it and associated it with the pleasure that he had given her.
As soon as she became more pliable in his arms, he began kissing down her neck and bit her collar bone gently. ‘Granger,’ he said. ‘Fuck, I just needed to touch you again,’ he moaned lightly.
Her eyes adjusting slowly to the darkness, she looked at him, now realising that she had felt the same way. That her nerves had been on edge and all she really wanted was to be in his embrace again. It was so calming and soothing and she brought his head back up to hers for another languid kiss. ‘Malfoy,’ she said softly. He moved his kisses to the side of her neck then and she turned her head to give him better access. She squeaked suddenly and pushed him away. ‘Malfoy, what are we doing. Anyone could see us!?’
He gave her a wicked smile as he pressed their bodies back together. ‘I’ve put up shielding charms,’ he said. ‘No one can see in or come in.’ She looked over as she saw a couple people pass. One seemed like they glanced right into the alcove but their eyes just passed over the nothing that was there and they walked by. ‘See?’ he said.
‘We still shouldn’t be doing this, Malfoy,’ she argued.
He clicked his tongue, ‘Oh come on, Granger. I liked it so much better when you were moaning ‘Draco’ earlier,’ he smirked as he kissed and licked her neck. ‘Remember? When I was playing with these gorgeous tits,’ he palmed one through her dress, ‘and you were coming all over my fingers.’
She felt tingles in her belly again when he said those words and all of her earlier arguments seemed to dissipate and she just wanted to kiss him again. His mouth met hers and they kissed deeply. ‘Draco,’ she sighed when he pulled back and he smirked, ‘That’s better.’
She punched him lightly with no malice and said after another lengthy kiss, ‘I don’t think we have much time. Harry and Ginny will be looking for me soon.’
He sighed, pulling away slightly. In the faint light, she could see his lips were blushed and swollen from the kisses. She thought he looked absolutely beautiful. ‘I can’t wait until this fucking party is over and I’ve got you back in my bed,’ he kissed her again, nipping at her full bottom lip. He was still cupping one of her breasts and she could feel that his cock was hard against her tummy.
The words that fell from her mouth were totally unexpected and unfiltered and she knew she would have to castigate herself later tonight on how they were able to slip free, but as she said them, she knew it was what she wanted. ‘Why wait?’
He stopped kissing her as he looked straight into her eyes, searching for some hint that she was joking. When he saw none, he grinned, moving his lips to her ear. ‘Granger, are you suggesting that we fuck here,’ he nipped her earlobe and all but moaned out, ‘at the Ministry Gala?’
The way he said it made it seem so naughty, but there was an empty ache in her tummy and she knew that there was only one thing that could help it go away. She moaned in need and nodded her head. ‘Oh fuck, Granger,’ and his lips took hers in a more passionate kiss than before. Before it had just been lazy and wet and had been kissing for kissing’s sake. Now there was a goal, a purpose and his movements became determined.
Her arms were around his neck and in his hair and his hands were roaming all over her body, pushing over her breasts and then running down her legs and up her skirts. ‘We have to be quick,’ she said, breathlessly.
He pulled her knickers down and brushed a couple of fingers through her folds. ‘Fuck you’re wet,’ he said in a loud whisper.
‘Please, Draco,’ she said, giving into the desire. ‘I need to feel you inside me.’
He groaned and unbuttoned his trousers, pushing them and his boxers away and letting his cock spring free. He grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her up so that her legs wrapped around him and he pushed her against the wall and took her lips in another kiss. He stopped for a moment. She could feel his cock at her entrance and she wanted nothing more than to have it inside her. ‘Do it!’ she moaned out desperately. ‘Plea—’ but he didn’t let her finish as he thrust up into her in a hard and quick motion and she let out a hoarse scream.
‘Fuck, Granger, be quiet!’ he said in a loud whisper. He was buried completely inside her and had stopped moving until she calmed down. She looked into his eyes in annoyance. ‘Didn’t you put up a silencing spell?’ she whisper-yelled.
‘Didn’t think we’d need it,’ he said softly, kissing her again as he pulled out and thrust back into her and she groaned involuntarily. ‘Didn’t know you’d be so loud,’ he said with a snigger.
‘I didn’t know you’d feel so good,’ she moaned lightly, throwing her head back against the wall as he began fucking her thoroughly; hard thrusts that came in quick succession. He kissed and nipped her neck as he thrust into her over and over again and she had her hands on his hair, occasionally bringing him to her face for a kiss. She would sometimes have to stick a fist into her mouth to stifle a moan as he pushed himself hard into her. Hermione thought that he felt absolutely perfect – his cock was thick and stretching her in a wonderful way and he was just the right length, pressing against the end of her passage each time he thrust in fully – just enough to feel some pleasurable pain.
His fingers dug into the bottoms of her thighs, holding her up as his cock filled her, again and again. She was lost to the feeling of him inside her and soon even her fists were doing nothing to stop the noises coming from her mouth. Draco’s eyes were lit with desire as he looked at her and she could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead. When a particularly loud moan slipped around the fist in her mouth, Draco changed the position slightly so that he could take one of his hands off her thigh. He clamped his hand over her mouth. As he did this he started thrusting harder and looked straight into her eyes, his face so close to hers. ‘Are you close?’ he asked and Hermione nodded as well as she could with his hand pressed over her lips. ‘Me too,’ he said. ‘Fuck, Granger, you feel so good on my cock.’
She pushed her head back hard against the wall as she felt the sensations in her body taking over. The look in his eyes, the fact that he had to physically stop her from screaming out loud at how good he felt, that they were fucking in an alcove at the Ministry Gala with all of their coworkers only feet away, it all mixed together into this amazing feeling that started in her tummy and seemed to explode outwards towards every part of her body. Even Malfoy’s strong hand couldn’t completely stifle the sound that came from her mouth as she peaked. She felt him jerk upwards and sink as deeply as possible as his cock pulsed inside her, and she moaned again at the feeling of his climax.
They stayed there, exhausted and breathing heavily for a few moments, before he released her mouth and let go of her legs and let them slide back down to the floor. When he moved away to grab his wand from his robes that had been discarded on the floor, she collapsed onto the ground, her legs too shaky to support her. He chuckled, pulling her back up and pressing her against the wall to keep her up. He muttered a cleansing and a contraceptive spell quickly, but Hermione barely noticed. She was still a bit dazed from the force of her orgasm—it was the most intense climax that she had ever had.
Once he was sure that she could stand up on her own, Draco moved away to grab her knickers and help smooth down her ruffled dress. He looked at her with her knickers in his hand, ‘You can have these back just now, but later, they’re mine.’
‘Later?’ Hermione asked, still dazed.
‘When you come back to my flat.’
Hermione motioned around. ‘I thought…’ she started. ‘That that was…’
He smiled darkly, knowing her meaning. ‘That that was enough?’ he asked. He pushed himself up against her again and whispered hot into her ear, ‘Granger, I am far from being done with you.’ She shivered at the words.
‘Meet me at the phonebooth at 11,’ he said. ‘I’ll go out now, you wait a couple minutes.’
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Ginny Potter had been looking for Hermione for about ten minutes and still had not been able to find her. She had looked all around and even checked the toilets. She was coming back down the darkened hallway when she finally spotted Hermione sitting on a bench by the refreshments table, looking a bit shaken up.
‘Hermione,’ she said, concerned. ‘I’ve been looking for you.’
‘Sorry Gin,’ Hermione said. ‘Just got caught up with something.’
‘With what?’ she asked.
Hermione let out an anguished whisper, ‘Fucking Malfoy.’ Her head dropped down into her hands and her legs seemed shaky.
‘I know, fucking Malfoy, right? What did he do this time?’ Ginny said. Gorgeous or not, he was obviously still a prat and had said something to annoy Hermione.
Hermione looked up at her in amazement and then shook her head, dismissing the question. Ginny had hoped that Malfoy would be a bit better now that he seemed to be more mature and, what did Harry say, a functioning member of society, but he still seemed like he had it out for Harry and obviously Hermione as well.
‘Are you alright,’ Ginny finally asked.
‘I think I just need some pumpkin juice, could you please get me some?’
Ginny moved away from Hermione to the other end of the table to pour out some pumpkin juice into a goblet. The object of their conversation, Draco Malfoy, was standing there getting a glass of butterbeer. She thought that she would give him a piece of her mind. ‘Malfoy, what have you done to Hermione?’
He looked up at her in shock, ‘Sorry?’
‘She’s all shaky and annoyed and she said you were bothering her,’ Ginny said.
His face lightened up and he actually smirked as he said, ‘Sorry, Weaselette, I guess I might have been giving her a…hard time.’
Ginny was thrown off by his smirk as he must have known that it was very attractive on his face. ‘Well, that’s very inappropriate of you,’ she said. ‘Hermione’s your boss and you should treat her with respect.’ She felt like Molly at the moment, but she really felt that their past differences should be forgotten about and that they could move on.
He put his hand on his heart. ‘Apologies,’ he said. ‘I promise that from now on, I will treat her with all the respect she deserves.’
Ginny still narrowed her eyes at him, knowing that he must be up to something. ‘Good,’ she said. ‘Make sure you do,’ and walked away with the pumpkin juice.
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