With a Little Help from Felix | By : Monddame Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11667 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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This was a shorter little fic-let that I decided to expand into a one-shot. The original can be found on my lj: vollmonddame. (I hope I didn’t ruin it.) Enjoy!
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She carried the little vial with her everywhere. She’d charmed the glass to be impregnable and nothing short of an Avada sent straight through it could disturb the sparkling gold liquid splashing merrily inside. She’d brewed the potion in a fit of academic pique several years prior just to prove she could. And in all that time she’d never used it, not once.
She really didn’t need to. Just knowing the little vial was resting in her bottomless beaded bag if she needed it gave her a sense of overwhelming confidence. Of course she’d been tempted a few times – when she’d applied for her first promotion in the Ministry, when she’d finally decided to break up with Ron, when she’d nearly gotten brought before the Wizengamut for hexing Percy Weasley during an interdepartmental meeting for being an officious little prick, when she’d wanted to avoid Ron and Lavender Brown’s engagement party and later their wedding – but still, she had always held back, sure there would be a point in the future where she’d need her little friend Felix a great deal more than to simply get out of some unwanted social engagement or work related situation.
And Merlin, on that score she had been right. Her hands trembled slightly as she played with the catch on her bag, debating with herself. She couldn’t believe she was actually contemplating this, using her precious Felix Felicis on him.
Her most recent promotion to the Department Head of the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures – the youngest in history, and only the third witch to hold the position, she thought with just a bit of self-satisfied smugness – placed her new office just across the corridor from none other than Draco sodding Malfoy. If both their doors were opened and she leaned just a bit to the left she would see his blond fringe tastefully, and purposefully, falling over one eye, his flinty grey eyes earnestly studying a piece of parchment, his long, lithe fingers beating a steady tattoo against the top of his mahogany desk, his pale pink lips silently forming the words he was reading, his tongue occasionally flicking out between those lips to moisten them in the persistently dry air of the Ministry.
Goddess, she was pathetic. He spent their school years doggedly devoted to cruelty at her expense, and though he’d matured into a respectable adult, he still wasn’t exactly ‘nice’, especially to her. But sweet Circe, if his personality had matured, it was nothing to his physique. He’d filled out a bit from the lanky adolescent he’d been, but his long, trim muscles still held the air of a Quidditch Seeker, sleek and streamlined. His jaw had broadened along with his shoulders and he no longer had that same pointed, sharp look to his face. And his voice, fuck, it gave her shivers just hearing him reprimand one of his subordinates from across the hall in that low, dangerous growl. Yes, she, Hermione Granger, was one sad, pathetic woman, lusting after the arse across the corridor who would never be anything but subtly unpleasant to her.
She groaned, dropping her head into her hands. But she was so…so…randy! Merlin, she needed to get laid. And the last few dates she’d been on were total busts. Even though she was so desperate it hardly took more than a few piercing looks from those flashing smoky eyes of his to turn her on, those men had been so dull she hadn’t even toyed with the idea of bringing one home.
Fuck it. With a deep breath, her Gryffindor propensity for action when at an impasse decided to see where her luck would lead her. Wrenching open her bag, she summoned the little vial, pried open the cork, and lifting it in a mock salute, she tipped the contents down her throat.
She smacked her lips in satisfaction at the deliciously sweet and sunny flavor of the potion that she remembered. The absolute change in circumstances from the last time she had imbibed the lucky tonic was not lost on her, especially in regards to the blond’s role in the situation. Her limbs were infused with warmth as the potion spread through her system and her tortured longing over the sultry wizard melted away. Felix made her quite sure that something exciting was going to happen very soon.
Suddenly, Hermione felt unaccountably restless and warm. Unbuttoning the top four buttons of her short-sleeve oxford shirt, she fanned herself feeling like an outside force was prompting her to get up and move around a bit. So, she stood snagging her silk stocking on the corner of her desk creating a large run in the material in the process. Well, that’s not very lucky. But rather than being upset about it, Felix told her to just take them off; after all, she’d shaved her legs that morning, so it was no big deal. And it wasn’t like they were all that expensive or that she couldn’t afford new ones.
Slipping out of her round-toe, black patent heels, she propped her foot on her chair and slid the damaged, sheer black, thigh high stocking down her leg. Wiggling her toes and sighing in delight at the free feeling of the air brushing against her skin, Hermione propped her other foot up on her chair and pulled back her skirt a little to reach the lacy top of the other stocking. She was just tugging the lace down her thigh when the door swung open.
“Granger, can you…”
Her initial reaction was to swiftly drop her foot to the floor, but Felix told her to stay exactly where she was; so she did, looking up at the frozen countenance of Draco Malfoy with slight amusement. From his position he could see most of the inside of her thigh, and it occurred to her that if she wiggled a little, her skirt would probably hike up enough that he would catch a glimpse of her knickers. But from his expression, or lack thereof, she knew that wasn’t necessary. His eyes hungrily took in the expanse of flesh bared to him, and slowly, tantalizingly slowly, she continued to slide the dark stocking down her leg, baring more skin to his bewildered gaze until she revealed her perfectly polished, deep red toenails.
“Wh-what are you doing, Granger?” The truth sounded about right.
“I got a run in my stocking.” She shrugged, tossing said items onto her desk carelessly. In her bare feet, she padded around the desk and stopped directly in front of him, looking up into his heated eyes. Without drawing his notice, she wordlessly, wandlessly closed the door behind him. In a low voice she asked, “Now, what can I do for you?”
Without her heels on, Draco towered over her, at least a head taller than she was. And due to her proximity, his height, and the buttons she had undone earlier, he now had a fantastic view of her cleavage which his eyes were currently riveted to. Her breasts had filled out quite nicely since Hogwarts and were now one of her best assets, in her opinion.
“Do?” His voice was distant as his gaze remained trained on her chest. Merlin! He was practically drooling; it seemed Draco was a breast man. Not at all naïve to the effect it had, she crossed her arms underneath her cleavage pushing them up and making them even more visible through the gap in her shirt.
“Yes, can I give you a hand with something? Or did you come for me, to tell me about an uprising that needs handling?” Given the wrong tone her innuendo could have been incredibly blatant, but Hermione knew her voice was the perfect balance of husky seduction and teasing innocence because of Felix. Plus, a magical creature uprising was at least somewhat plausible. Nevertheless, Draco’s eyes grew wide as they snapped up to her calm face.
“Wha-I…why is your office so bloody hot, Granger?” Ah, so it wasn’t just her imagination…or arousal. She kept herself from clapping giddily when he stripped off his jacket, throwing it on one of the chairs in front of her desk, and loosened his tie, handing her the file he was holding as he did so.
“Hmm, it is a bit warm, isn’t it? Maybe the cooling charms are failing. Did you notice anything before, or is it just the air in my office making you hot?”
“Uh…” his normally cool grey eyes were slowly dilating and he swallowed reflexively as he watched her gather up her long hair and fan her neck with the folder, the curve of one breast even more visible as her movements caused her shirt to shift to one side when that insistent voice reminded her of the pitcher nearby.
“Can I get you a cool drink of water before you overheat in that expensive jumper?”
He followed her gaze down to the thin blue cashmere covering his chest and arms over his white oxford shirt. Biting her lip to keep from giggling at his grimace directed at the warm, clingy fabric, she turned toward a long, decorative side table placed against the wall to the right of her desk where a large carafe of water charmed to stay cold and some glasses rested along with plaques, medals and other various awards. The silver plate of one of her Order of Merlin plaques was shiny enough to reflect the image of Draco gazing thoughtfully at his chest before swiping at the sweat gathering on his forehead and resolutely pulling the fuzzy garment over his head. She had to bite her lip again as she turned back toward him with two full glasses at the sight of his adorably disheveled hair. Handing him one glass she motioned him toward the chair unoccupied by his discarded clothing and, instead of returning to her chair behind her desk, she hopped up onto the edge in front of his chair, crossing her legs demurely, swinging her bare feet lightly as she picked up the folder she’d discarded.
“So, what could the Head of Magical Law Enforcement possibly need from little old me?”
As he opened his mouth and began explaining the case in the file she was looking at including a young wizard, his underage brother, several house elves and a petty shoplifting spree through Diagon Alley gone wrong, she raised her glass to her lips, suddenly parched. She couldn’t help the delighted whimper that sounded in her throat as the refreshingly chilled water rushed across her tongue. At the interruption in swallowing caused by the exhalation of that sound, a few drops of water seeped out of the corner of her mouth and slid down her chin, dripping onto her chest and meandering down between her breasts before she caught them with her fingertips sucking the errant moisture from her skin.
“…and we all know house elves just… follow… or-”
Her full attention was drawn back to the blond in front of her as his words trailed off, his own focus long departed from his thoughts on the case.
“Yes, I can see how the interdepartmental involvement is making this a hard case.” Indeed, she could see how a certain interdepartmental ‘involvement’ was giving him a ‘hard case’ even as she mentally grimaced at such a horrible pun. “But I think between the two of us we should be able to come to a satisfactory resolution.”
Just then one little puff of cool air ruffled the pages in the file and whooshed the top sheet off the stack where it floated down to the floor, slipping under Draco’s chair. Craning his neck around, he tried to locate the paper, but due to the size of the chair and the paper’s placement on the floor he couldn’t see it. Again she felt prompted; this time to hop off the desk to retrieve the fallen parchment.
“I’ll get it. It’s under your chair.”
Kneeling on the carpet in front of him, she absently placed a hand on his thigh to brace herself as she leaned forward to grab the document hiding beneath him. It wasn’t until she heard him suck in a breath that she realized her position. She was between his legs with her hand halfway up his thigh, her face not a foot from his pelvis…and the rapidly swelling bulge there. Licking her lips she raised her gaze from his erection, impressive even confined by his trousers, to his now pewter colored eyes, dark with lust. She felt the low level of arousal she’d been feeling since he walked in suddenly roar into flames at the hungry look in those captivating eyes of his. Without breaking eye contact, leaving the silly paper on the floor, her free hand joined its sister on his other thigh, gliding up his legs as she raised herself up onto her knees from sitting on her heels, drawing her closer to his engorged cock.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to invade your personal space without permission by coming so close to you. I didn’t intend to make you uncomfortable.” Her hands, without her permission were slowly ghosting up and down his legs as she spoke. His own hands were clutching the seat of the chair tightly, his knuckles white.
“I’m not-” He cleared his throat, obviously hoping to dispel the breathy quality that has seeped into it, for he spoke in that deliciously sexy baritone when he continued. “I’m not uncomfortable.”
“Oh good.” Using the placement of her hands on his legs to push herself up from the floor, her body stayed mere inches from his as she slowly stood. Once she was off the floor, her hands still on his legs, she could feel his shallow breaths brushing her face as she leaned over him. “I wouldn’t want anything to keep you from using me when you need to.”
His breathing hitched and his eyes widened for a moment before suddenly narrowing. Placing his large, lightly roughened hands over hers making her shiver at the skin on skin contact, he ran his palms up the backs of her arms until he was gripping her upper arms.
“Are you trying to seduce me, Granger?” She shivered at the dark, dangerous, gravelly quality to his voice feeling her arousal beginning to soak through her knickers. Normally, she would have flushed crimson and backpedaled in hyperspeed had she ever managed to make her way to this point on her own, but Felix gave her a nudge, and she grinned coyly at him instead.
“Only if it’s working.” Smirking at her, one of his hands traveled back down her arm, sliding her palm forward to rest on his erection.
“What do you think?” She leveled her own smirk at him in return as she stroked him lightly through his trousers.
“That it’s a good thing I closed the door behind you when you came in.” He glanced over his shoulder at the closed door, a chuckle rumbling deep in his chest .
“Why, you naughty little vixen. I didn’t know you were capable of such wickedness.” His hands traveled up over her shoulders and down to her trim little waist sending shivers of delight and need straight to her core.
“I think there are a lot of things about me that would surprise you, Malfoy.”
“Oh? Like what, Granger?” She reached up to gently brush a platinum lock of hair off his forehead as she flippantly told him.
“Well, for one thing, I like to be spanked.” He sucked in a noisy breath, and the shocked expression on his face made it more than obvious that he hadn’t been expecting to hear anything like that. “And I don’t mind be dominated a little, but I especially like it when a man lets me tie him up and have my wicked way with him.”
He groaned loudly and pulled her forward to straddle his lap, her snug-fitting skirt riding up to the tops of her thighs to accommodate the sudden movement. With his hands on her waist, he ground her down onto his erection while breathing hotly in her ear.
“And what about that swotty little mouth of yours, Granger? Do you get off on describing every lurid detail of what you plan to do to him too?” One hand trailed up her side, brushing against her breast before his fingers sank into her hair and tugged lightly, exposing her neck to him. She moaned quietly as he pressed his lips to the sensitive flesh below her ear. “Or would you prefer it if I told you how fucking hard my cock is right now? Or how much I want to rip this frustratingly tight skirt from your body, throw you on your desk and fuck you until you scream my name?”
His dirty words delivered in that silky baritone voice sent shivers of desire up and down her spine. Feeling his length pressed against her in a very intimate way and his hot breath whispering in her ear was wreaking havoc on her senses. And it had been so long she was a little afraid she was going to embarrass herself and come like some hormonal teenager just from feeling his hard body pressed against hers and a few naughty words whispered in her ear.
And then…he kissed her. And it was hot and searing and passionate and incredible and also surprisingly gentle. Draco Malfoy was certainly a contradiction in terms. And he proved that when, despite his heated words, he slowly began attending to the remaining fastened buttons on her shirt. His lips devoured hers as he slipped the cream colored fabric off her shoulders to float to the floor followed by her lacy, white bra. He palmed her breasts, groaning as he pulled back from her mouth to look at them.
“Fuck, Granger, your tits are fantastic.” Unseen by him, she rolled her eyes. They were about to copulate in her office, busy little Ministry worker bees including her secretary, Janet, right outside the door, and he still persisted in using her surname.
“Oh Draco, you’re such a romantic.” She teased, giving into the ridiculously strong temptation to knot her fingers into his silky, lustrous hair.
His mercurial eyes shot up to meet her gaze, no small amount of surprise written in them amidst the lust before a deliciously mischievous smirk spread across his handsome face.
“Dear, sweet little Hermione, you have no idea what I’m capable of.” Her answering grin wavered as he began rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
“Oh? Why don’t you show me then, Draco?”
His face beamed with utter, wicked delight as he lowered his head and took one of her taut nipples into his mouth, sucking on it gently. She’d had a few men fondle her breasts in her day, but he was certainly the most proficient. She felt herself get impossibly wetter as he caressed her skin. The damp fabric of her knickers was beginning to stick to her flesh as she desperately rubbed herself against him attempting to find some relief from the intense, burning ache he was fostering in her. She couldn’t contain the shuddering moan that was torn from her throat as he lightly worried one of her pink, pebbled nipples between his teeth.
While his mouth and one hand were busy with her breasts, the other crept under the vestige of covering her skirt was just providing to brush against the saturated cloth covering her core. She felt his lips curve upward against her breast when he encountered the soaked material barrier. Slipping around the cumbersome satin and elastic, he wasted no time in dipping his fingers into her waiting heat. Almost immediately, his lips left her nipple with a soft, sucking ‘pop.’
“Bloody fucking Merlin! You’re so wet.” His voice was heady blend of a growl and a whimper as he pulled his fingers back and slid them into his mouth; his eyes falling closed and a moan emitting from his throat as he tasted her. “And sweet. Fuck! I can’t wait any longer.”
Wrapping his arms around her, encouraging her legs to circle his hips, he pushed them up out of the chair and settled her on the edge of her desk, carelessly brushing a stack of papers and various sundries from the surface. She didn’t even flinch when she heard the tinkling sound of breaking glass from one of the framed pictures he’d disturbed in his haste; she was far too absorbed in the feeling of his lips on her neck. Besides, she’d just repair it later. She fucking loved magic.
He was incredible. It only took him a brief moment of testing her reactions before he was touching her in all the right places in the perfect ways like they were seasoned lovers of many years rather than two individuals who had shared a mutual antipathy since time immemorial and had never before so much as shook hands. Utilizing Felix that day was definitely the best decision Hermione had ever made. Her toes curled instinctively when his strong, lithe fingers slipped between her slick folds and stroked her with assured movements. Her seductress persona was swiftly overcome by her natural reactions to his electrifying touch.
“Oh, yes, please…please, don’t stop touching me.” She was writhing in ecstasy, her knickers having vanished, very possibly having actually been Vanished, in fact. “Don’t ever stop touching me, Draco.”
“I don’t plan on it.”
It took her an inordinately large length of time for her sluggish brain to absorb just exactly what she had said, not to mention his response. And then, right as she was about to piece together their significance his tongue flicked across her clit and her thoughts scattered like chaff in the wind. Apparently his wicked tongue was good for more than snarky invectives during Ministry meetings. She felt the tell-tale tightening low in her abdomen as her hands scrabbled around for something to cling to. One hand gripped the front edge of her desk while the other found purchase in the silky blond locks positioned between her legs.
He brought her quickly to a leg-trembling, keening climax, but it did little more than take the edge off the furor of lust she’d been harboring for the silly git. His lips and chin were glistening with her arousal as he leaned over her and she indulged the wanton urge to press wet sucking kisses to his face, her tongue swirling against his skin as she cleaned him of her essence like a little cat. He growled, crushing her lips with his in urgent, passionate ferocity. His large hands roamed her body electrifying her with their strong touch. She was extremely annoyed to have her own tactile exploration thwarted by the material of his oxford shirt. So she did the only sensible thing she could think of to remove it without breaking the brain-liquefying contact with his mouth, goaded on by the insistent little voice; she filled her hands with the soft fabric and tugged, hard. Little tearing sounds and the soft, metallic sounding ‘pings’ of flying buttons accompanied the rending of his shirt. She gasped a little when he pulled away from her to look down incredulously at his mangled shirt. He looked so…dangerously sexy with his firm torso swathed in the shredded fabric. It almost made her want to swoon theatrically and shout ‘take me.’
“You ripped my shirt.” His expression of befuddlement was priceless and the inner seductress came roaring back with a vengeance. She smiled wickedly at him and lightly tracked her nails down his solid chest causing him to hiss in pleasure.
“It was in my way.” His expression melted into a similar grin of pure delight.
“Oh, Hermione, you little hellion, you’re going to get it for that.”
She couldn’t contain the little giggle that slipped out as he attacked her neck, even as the thought, ‘Oh Merlin, he’s got me fucking giggling’ flitted through her head. He nipped and sucked at her skin, obviously intent on making his mark on her while they both struggled to unclasp his belt and unfasten the front of his trousers. His shaft was hot and heavy in her hand as she released him from his confines. The tips of her fingers barely met as they circled him and stroked up and down his length. Merciful Merlin, she’d never encountered such a perfect specimen of male virility before. Draco Malfoy way positively made for sex.
“Enough.” He growled in her ear, earning him a pronounced shiver as his low baritone caressed her consciousness with liquid heat. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
He pulled her hand away, but despite her expectations from the frenzy of their encounter and previous experience, he didn’t thrust roughly into her and begin to pump away, forgetting everything but seeking his own pleasure. Instead, he took himself in hand and slid the tip of his erection through her glistening folds, stimulating her clit and circling her opening teasingly before sinking, slowly, inch by inch into her with a tortured groan.
“Sweet Circe, you’re so tight.” She flexed her inner muscles around him, thrilled at the obvious pleasure he was taking in her body. “Oh, mercy, please, don’t do that. You’ll make me come like a bloody virgin, and I’ve waited far too long for it to be over so soon.”
Once again his words drew the subdued cerebral processes to the surface of her mind, but they flew apart just as quickly with a twist of his hips. His paced remained leisurely, taking his time, his slow rhythm building her excitement, but not enough to send her over the edge into oblivion. He maintained a modicum of control as he slid in and out of her pussy, but the primal groans and grunts escaping him at an increasing frequency told her it was tenuous at best. She hoped turning the tables of dirty talk on him would be enough to break through his control, because she wanted, no, she needed him to really give it to her now. And, with a little nudge from Felix, she was quite certain that it would be.
“Oh, yes, Draco…oh Merlin, your cock feels so good inside my pussy. Oh, please…please, harder, fuck me harder Draco. I need to come. Oh, please, make me come, Draco.”
With a growl, his restraint snapped and he began thrusting into her with unparalleled ferocity, ripping a keening wail from her throat as he pounded her into her desk. He wrapped his arms underneath her, bracing her shoulders to keep from thrusting her across the surface of the desk as he fucked her. Her body began to shudder, and she knotted her fingers into Draco’s white-blond hair once more, pulling him down to her mouth to stifle her loud moaning with his lips.
In only a handful of furious strokes she stiffened and whimpered his name as she came apart. Her climax radiated out from her core, sending delicious heat and trembling throughout her entire body. Her inner muscles flexed rhythmically against him, pulling him in, drawing his own climax from him. He plunged as deep inside her as he could, groaning against her throat as his release jetted into her body.
Feeling like all her bones had been turned into jelly, Hermione managed to slide her arms around Draco’s shoulders as they lay there trying desperately to catch their breath. While they were recovering a cool breeze slid across their skin and the temperature of the room began to descend. Eventually, he rolled off her onto the desk beside her, wincing as he pulled a quill out from under his back.
“Next time we do it in my office. I’ve got a great, big new leather chair that could use breaking in.” He turned his head toward her to give her a wicked grin. “The thought of you riding me in my chair is going to make trying to work in there a nightmare.”
“Next time?” She bit her lip, hoping against hope he was serious and not just caught up in the post-orgasmic bliss of some fantastically hot sex. He rolled on his side, propping himself up on one elbow and raised one aristocratic eyebrow at her.
“You didn’t think seducing me in your office would end as a one-off, did you Hermione?” A sexy grin spread slowly across his face making her shiver. “Oh no, I’ve had plans for you for a while now. Didn’t you wonder why the office for the Department Head of the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures was moved across the hall from mine when you took the position? You’ve just bumped us up a few months is all.”
He smirked lazily at her dazed expression, leaning over to press a lingering kiss to her lips before heaving himself off the desk to begin redressing. Neither spoke while they donned their clothing, though he kept sending her lascivious grins each time he caught her eye. When he went to put on his ripped oxford, he sighed heavily.
“This was my favorite shirt, you know.” He pouted at her and she couldn’t help but be amused. His already boyish face looked more full of mischief than innocent when he did that.
“Well, it looks like you Vanished some of my best knickers, so I guess we’re even.” He snickered at that and repaired the shirt as best he could before slipping it on.
Hermione had just fixed the mess of her desk and was smoothing her tousled hair as well as she could and Draco was pulling on his jacket when a single knock announced someone at her door before it opened and a Magical Maintenance Employee stuck his head in.
“Cooling Charms on this level failed earlier. Everything back to normal in here?”
“Yes, thank you.” Hermione barely kept the gratified smirk off her face. The man nodded and closed the door behind him as he retreated. Draco turned to her with a relieved expression on his face, tugging on his recently replaced jacket.
“Well that was lucky.”
The maintenance man shared a look with the blushing Janet as the sound of boisterous laughter poured forth from Hermione’s office into the corridor.
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