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“You can’t possibly attend all of these sessions, Granger. We still have our presentation that will take up some of your precious time.” Draco said while peering over my shoulder at the planner and conference schedule in my lap. Our department argued the importance of being able to present our work and attend this conference and there was no way I would miss a single keynote or highlighted session. My planned schedule ensured I was able to attend all of the noteworthy presentations and working sessions.
“As always, you have managed to underestimate me again, Malfoy. My plan is to attend all the sessions that will be of use to our department. With several of the more notable sessions taking place in the same room. The generous time provided between sessions means we’ll have plenty of time” His eyes narrowed at the slight smile that appeared on my face as the implications set in.
“Very bold of you to assume I want to hear about..” he leaned in closer over my shoulder to study my planner further. “The potential to substitute fairy-related potions ingredients with those derived from Doxys.”
Malfoy could insist that he didn’t want to attend the sessions with me as much as he wanted, but the entire department knows there is no way he would miss that session in particular. The man’s personal life was spent playing in his personal potions laboratory. I would bet a galleon that his brief glance at my planner was to ensure that I hadn’t left the session out. “Say what you will, but as the Assistant Head you will be joining me throughout the conference so we can build a plan to incorporate the new material we learn at the ministry. The minister expects to have several action items for the Wizengamot in order to justify our whole department attending this conference.”
With a nonchalant shrug Malfoy straightened up and sauntered away towards the hotel elevators. Malfoy’s tall stature and wide shoulders made it easy to follow his path through the groups of people in the lobby. He would never admit that my plans were well thought out and suitable for all involved. The last year of working together to run the department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures has shown that while Malfoy appreciates my work he will never vocalize any positive feedback. The lack of affirmation on his end has been plaguing my thoughts over the previous weeks. Preparing for this trip has had him leaning over my shoulder so often that I finally heard the slight hum of approval at the travel discounts I organized. Since that afternoon I’ve been yearning for him to say ‘good job’ or even better lean down to my ear and whisper ‘good girl’.
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The first day of the conference went well. Malfoy and I successfully presented on the increased fertility of hippogriffs following the creation of private nesting grounds. Our efforts to secure land for the nesting grounds was successful 6 months ago. The initial goal wasn’t to increase fertility rather to limit breeder abuse and lower the amount of eggs being accidentally broken by hippogriffs stuck in rut from the potions administered by breeders. Now hippogriff breeders were no longer allowed to induce a heat or rut, and were required to release the creatures into the nesting grounds when they naturally went into heat/rut. The grounds are protected to prevent any poaching and monitored to ensure the eggs aren’t in distress. It was through the monitoring that we documented 3 cases of 2 eggs being laid in a nest during breeding, both of which were strong enough to not cause premature hatching. In fact of the 26 eggs laid in the nesting grounds not even a single egg has prematurely hatched. Breeders were used to only 15% of the eggs that were laid making it to the proper hatching time, so the protesting has died down and now some of the largest breeders are even trying to collect funds to expand the breeding grounds.
One of the researchers who spent an hour after our presentation picking our brains on replicating the success with other beasts had two of her own presentations this morning. Both of which kept Malfoy on the edge of his seat as they overviewed the success in the sustainable substitutions for rare potions ingredients. Currently Malfoy was returning the favor to the presenter by drilling her on the proof behind her claims. I would assume he also provided no positive feedback if it wasn’t for the bright smile on her face and Malfoy’s shoulder moving with the force of his handshake. It seems that his lack of kind words only applies to me.
It’s just like Malfoy to congratulate a junior potioneer on her unproved progress but he couldn’t be bothered to even vocalize one positive word in my hearing range. Seeing the young researcher still beaming her smile to the next attendee who approached her added to the weight that was settling in my chest. I pulled my gaze down to my lap and closed my eyes to block out all the sounds around me. I focused on the feeling of air filling my lungs with each deep breath and the slight weightless feeling as the air left my body. With each slow breath I could feel the tension in my chest easing. Another deep breath in and..
“Hermione, you really shouldn’t sleep between sessions. Someone might think you had someone keeping you up all night.” Standing in front of me was Cormac McLaggen. Cormac has never been subtle with his flirting and using him to anger Ron that one time at school was enough to encourage him to repeatedly throw himself at me. His familial connections within the ministry ensured that with any career move I made within the ministry he would shortly be transferred to folllow. “Do you mind if I sit with you?”
Before I could open my mouth a shadow appeared over my shoulder, “That’s my seat McLaggen, move along.” Malfoy circled me and moved between Cormac and myself to reach his seat at my side.
“Sorry Cormac, Malfoy and I have to draft implementation plans and confirmation studies for the material presented.” Cormac gave me a slow nod then shifted his gaze to Malfoy before continuing up the aisle to more open seating.
“He is right about you needing something to keep those eyes open. We can’t have the department swot looking incompitent.” As I opened my mouth to respond Malfoy pushed a to-go coffee cup in my hand. My mouth closed as I blinked.
“I don’t drink coffee.”
“No one with a properly functioning brain would drink that water concoction. It’s tea, Granger. Taste it” with a swish of his hand to dismiss my arguments Malfoy righted himself in his seat and turned his attention to the next presenter taking the podium. A small sip confirms it is in fact tea in the cup. A longer drink let me know it’s early gray with the perfect amount of honey. My favorite tea made the only way I drink it.
With a small smile I leaned over so my lips were near his ear, “Thanks for the tea.” As I pulled back Malfoy turned his head so his eyes met mine.
“You’re welcome Granger.”
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“Well I for one, hope we get to come back to this conference next year.” Several of the younger staff were excited to see the work that their next projects would be based on. Seeing that they had a successful foundation to work from they were less likely to have their projects scrapped. “We should go out for drinks tonight before we have to travel back to England tomorrow. Our lovely department head will no doubt have us working long hours over the next few weeks.”
“If you all can guarantee me that you won’t miss the portkey tomorrow afternoon then I might even have the department cover a round of drinks.” The juniors light up at the prospect of free drinks. Our portkey wasn’t until 2pm so no one would miss it even with a few rounds. “Tell the others and we’ll head to the pub down the street.”
Less than half an hour later we were walking into the pub and claiming two booths. I claimed the inner seat of the further booth, and Malfoy set his suit jacket on the seat beside me before walking off further into the room. Madeline, one of the junior analysts, sat across from me with Cormac at her side.
“Let’s get some drinks for the table. What do you ladies want? I think their special tonight is Malibu sunset.” Cormac was giving us a cheesy grin and blatantly flexing the arm he was resting on the table.
“I’ll try that. I haven’t tried many cocktails but if the department is covering it I’ll try.”
“I’ll take whatever their top shelf bourbon is on the rocks.” I turn away from Cormac to look at the decorative photos on the wall. Once I’ve seen him step away from the booth toward the bar I turn back to the table so I can chat with Madeline.
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The bartender slid the last drink across the bartop to me and moved down to handle the next patron. I grabbed the glass of bourbon and held it below the bartop. Reaching into my pocket I pulled out the bottle I had been wanting to use all week.
Hermione has been a tease from day one. She gets my blood pumping only to pull away and ignore the tension between us. The only upside is that she’s never denied me, just stalled. I figure she just needs a push to let go and enjoy us. That’s why I purchased the beauty in my pocket 2 weeks ago. It is slow to set in, but once it does she’ll seem drunk. I’ll get to be her knight in shining armour that takes her back to the hotel. A half hour of dizziness and then she’ll start to burn for me. The best part is she won’t be able to stop herself until she’s truly satiated. The thought of getting to hold her down and fuck her within an inch of her life has me hardening already. Tonight I’m making sure Hermione is mine.
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Madeline had me laughing nearly in tears from her retelling of her last blind date. The poor girl had to endure a man-child that couldn’t even look at her face to talk to her. She was just beginning to recount how she snuck away when he wanted to go to the movies after their meal when Cormac returned with the drinks. He slid each of our drinks down the table. Madeline’s drink was a yellow to red ombre that looked like your typical fruity cocktail. I preferred bourbon and simple mixes rather than the sugary sweet cocktails. I raised my drink set on downing the glass when it was snatched out of my hand by the tall blond prat who downed it in one go.
“Ahh. Well that was definitely not a drink a young lady should be having in public.” Malfoy ignored the look of anger on my face and waved over the nearest waitress. “I’ll take another top shelf bourbon on the rocks with a twist this time and a tom collins for the lady. Thanks.”
“You know I’m quite capable of ordering for myself Malfoy, and I happen to prefer the bourbon.” The waitress only gave Malfoy a smile before walking away from the table.
“We can’t have our head getting drunk off low quality bourbon the night before we all head home. Hangovers and the spinning of portkeys don’t mix well Granger. I’ll consider my interference a favor. You’re welcome for my services.” Malfoy’s eyes were sparkling and he had a shit eating grin on his face. Cormac was giving Malfoy a weird look as well but Malfoy ignored him and started talking about the potions sessions with the other booth.
Despite my best efforts to order something other than a Tom Collins, Malfoy made sure no strong drinks made their way towards me. After a couple rounds Malfoy was still discussing potions with the other departmental enthusiast that took Cormac’s seat. Despite my anger over the drinks everyone else seemed to be having a great time. Smiles were on many faces and laughs were frequent across the two tables. A couple of the juniors were getting up to make their way to the dance floor near the middle of the room. Malfoy swung his head over his shoulder to face me with a crooked grin. “Wanna dance, Ha-mine-e?”
Malfoy blinked and I could see how clouded his eyes were. “Are you seriously drunk Malfoy? After giving me shit about how I shouldn’t get drunk tonight?” Rather than respond Malfoy giggled. A light, cheerful sound that only stroked my anger with him.
He shifted his arm off the table and his head was no longer being held up so it fell into my shoulder. I was about to give Malfoy the lecture of his life when his breath tickled my neck as he said, “You’re always so pretty when you’re angry, Ha-mine-e.” He pressed his head further into my neck so I could feel a brief brush of his lips against my shoulder as he giggled again.
“Well, Malfoy. You are truly drunk. I’m taking you back to the hotel before you make our department a joke for all of Europe to laugh at.” He truly had to have drank too much as he stumbled getting up from the booth and continued to giggle about it. If Malfoy fell and was too out of it to stand there would be no way I could levitate him back to the hotel without a muggle seeing. Resigned to my fate I grabbed his arm and slid it over my shoulders to balance his weight. “Come on, let’s get you back”
Carrying a portion of Malfoy’s body weight was not a good idea. It only encouraged him to lean into further than necessary. We’re currently a block from the hotel and Malfoy hasn’t stopped stroking my hair. “You’re so bloody gorgeous. I don’t know if I love your hair or your mind more. You’re so bloody brilliant. You are so perfect, Ha-mine-e.”
“Oh, so you only want to compliment me when you’re drunk off your arse! You’re such a prat Draco Malfoy” Apparently my anger only amused him more as he giggled uncontrollably until he let out a low groan. “What’s so bloody funny you heavy prat?”
Malfoy and his giggling would be endearing if it wasn’t for the fact that he won’t share what’s so funny. Thankfully we are almost to the lobby entrance. Only a hundred feet or so until I can push him off onto a luggage trolly and save myself from spraining my back. “I’d love to complement you Ha-mine-e but only when I get to see how wet you get.”
I nearly tripped which greatly annoyed the ogre on my shoulder who belted out in laughter. Just steps away from the lobby door Malfoy’s laughter turned into a groan. Peeking up I could see the sweat starting to gather on his brow and upper lip. Of course the night had to get progressively worse. “I swear to Merlin I will leave you in the street if you throw up on me Malfoy. We are at the hotel and your room is on the first floor. Just wait a bloody minute.”
I don’t trust Malfoy to make it so I start to sprint down the corridor to his room pulling him along now rather than supporting his weight. “Give me your room key!” Malfoy only blinked so I reached into his jacket pockets until I found it.
“Wait here. Try to puke in the toilet. I’ll get some ice and see if the vending machine has ginger ale.” I opened the door and pushed Malfoy inside. Tucking his key into my pocket I turned and hurried down the hall to the ice machine. Filling one of the cups there should be enough. A glance in the vending machine was disappointing. No ginger ale or similar drinks were listed. Malfoy will have to settle with ice water. Turning back towards his room I couldn’t help imaging the mess I was about to walk into. I really hope he managed to open the bathroom door at least. Cleaning barf from carpets was the worst, especially if it reeked of alcohol. I braced myself as I turned the door knob and opened the door.
Malfoy at least made it past the entryway, although he seems to have lost his jacket here. I could hear him moan from further in the room. I took a quite breath. I couldn’t smell it yet but I’m certain Malfoy had managed to throw up on his bed. I closed the door behind me and continued into the entryway to the turn that brought his room into view.
Malfoy did not throw up. He did lose his shirt, and his pants, and it seems the moans were not from pain.
Malfoy was against the wall just around the corner of the entryway jacking off. Meaning I was now face to chest with Malfoy as he was stroking himself. His head was tilted back, his eyes closed, and his mouth slightly open. His chest was moving from his frantic breaths and erratic strokes. His cock was fully erect and weeping precum. His moans sounded more like groans of distress now. “I can’t cum this way Granger.”
“Uh… Are you still drunk Malfoy?”
“Bloody McLaggen spiked your drink Granger. I thought it would only knock me out. There has to have been a powerful lust potion in it too. I feel as if I’m about to explode but it’s not happening. I need more. I need... Care to play out the fantasy you were projecting last week?” Malfoy looked directly into my eyes. His gaze was an invitation as well as a dare. Following a heated argument last week that ended with him growling that I was a brat as I turned to leave, I couldn’t get the image out of my head of him taking me bent over my desk while he growled all my dirty thoughts next to my ear.
“How do you know about that?”
“I’m a skilled legilimens, Granger. Why do you think you couldn’t get it out of your head for the rest of that afternoon? Did you not notice the details changed each time?” His eyes never left mine as he continued his frantic strokes. “So what do you say Granger, care for a taste?”
“I’m not one to sample Malfoy. When I make a choice I stick by it.”
“I don’t share or play well with others. If you want me then I’m yours. There will be no running and hiding behind the work in your office anymore.” Malfoy was focusing on me with his stormy eyes like it could clarify his sincerity.
If Cormac had spiked my drink and Malfoy was now dealing with the effects of the potion, how can I trust that he means what he says and it’s not just the lust potion holding his conscience by the balls. If he was projecting my daydream in my head last week then that had to mean his feelings were the same then, right?
I take a hesitant step forward and raise my hand to the arm not pumping his cock. Malfoy is watching me intently as if he’s afraid I’m going to run away. I lift myself up on my toes and place my lips as close as I can get to his ear, “Use me, Draco.”
His arms snake under my hips and around back then he lifts me and moves to the bed. I’m thrown down on the mattress and his hands are already working my skirt and panties down. I pull my blouse over my head and begin undoing my bra when Draco drops to his knees and his face dives between my legs. I can feel his breath as he rests his nose at the top of my slit and takes a deep breath. His tongue makes a slow teasing lick from the bottom of my slit up to my clit. With more pressure his tongue circles my clit and I can feel his finger use the saliva dripping down to ease inside me. Of course Draco’s hands are larger than mine, but his fingers are the perfect length to reach that spot my own fingers can barely brush. As the second finger slips in I can feel the additional stretch sending a tingle through my body. Each stroke of his fingers and tongue are building the warmth taking me over. Draco licks my clit once more before I feel him suck the sensitive bundle into his mouth. The pressure snaps and my legs lock around his head and I struggle to catch a breath as my orgasm rolls through me. His fingers are still hitting that spot making my legs shake as I’m clenching down on him. Slowly he pulls his fingers out and the tremors in my body fade.
“You taste sweet and tart like my favorite apples. I don’t think I can go slow this time.” He sucked my juices from his fingers as he stood up. His warm fingers curled around my ankles placing them onto his shoulders. I can feel the tip of him resting along my thigh, so I reach down and guide the tip to my opening. His hips buck forward sliding him all the way to the base. “You feel so bloody perfect around me, Hermione.” The stretch feels perfect. If he truly fucks me how I imagined I will definitely not be walking the same tomorrow.
Draco’s patentience must be wearing thin. His shoulders are shaking with the effort to not hold me down and rut into me. He starts up a slow thrust that has him dragging against that spot. I let out a small moan and Draco lifts my hips further off the bed. “I can’t hold back anymore Hermione, I’ll make this as good as I can for you.” Plunging into me faster he hits that spot more directly with each movement. His pace picks up again, and I feel myself start to flutter as the pressure is reaching a peak. My breath rushes out of my lungs and my visions blurs slightly as I clench down hard.
“Such a pretty sight seeing you cum on my cock Granger. Nothing beats feeling your sweet pussy trying to suck all me inside. Let’s see if I can give you one more..” Draco pushes my legs into my chest and continues pounding into me but now I feel him deeper and the pressure returns to the edge rapidly. My limbs don’t stop shaking between orgasms and I can’t seem to catch my breath as I feel my juices gush around his cock.
“Good girl. Your body is so responsive, Hermione. You squirted just a bit, I can’t wait to see how much I can get you to gush next time.” My body feels fluid as everything relaxes. It feels like my senses are slowly fading as I feel Draco still and a warmth fills my core. My eyes drift closed and I can barely feel the soft kiss to my temple and the vibrations of his voice before it all fades away.
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Warmth encases my body and a comfortable weight rests across my abdomen. I shouldn’t feel this content waking up next to Malfoy. His actions last night were due to a lust potion, and despite the words we shared he wasn’t in his right mind at the time. Once he wakes I am going to have to talk about what happened. He could open an assault case against me, as he told me about the potion and I still took advantage of him. Being his boss only makes matters worse. My chest stills as I realized I could lose my job. There were too many new policies underway that would get scrapped if I wasn’t there to drive them through the wizengamot. Malfoy must have felt my panic as the arm draped over my waist curled further under me and dragged me into his chest. “Open your eyes Granger I know you are awake and forcing your brain into overdrive.”
I opened my eyes and shift my head to the side bringing his face into view. Draco seemed so relaxed as if we hadn’t crossed a line that shouldn’t have been breached. His hair was ruffled and hanging in front of his cool grey eyes. His mouth was curved in a small but sincere small. He truly looked unbothered by the fact that his boss took advantage of his potion-addled mind to assault his body. “That’s my good girl. Now Hermione, what’s got the cogs in your head overworking themselves so early in the morning.
“Don’t be daft. I’ve taken advantage of your potion induced state. Given the way you are addressing me, it seems that you are still suffering the effects of the potion. We shouldn’t make this worse for you. I’ll contact the local ministry and organize an emergency portkey to St. Mungos. For what it is worth, I’m sorry that you had to suffer through any duress due to the potion.” As I spoke Draco kept his eyes on mine, and when my words ended I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I need to collect myself before my belongings then return to my room.
“You really do underestimate how thorough I am in all my actions Granger. I’ve already reminded you once that I am a skilled legilimens. I saw McLaggen’s plans to get you away from the pub. His plan was to do exactly what we did, only you appeared less aware of your surroundings in his fantasy. I mistook that for sedation. My personal fantasies have you quite engaged when it comes to out of your mind lust. I’ve wanted you for some time now. It’s still not finalized yet but I will be moving departments. I’ve been planning it since your split from the weasel. I meant every word I said to you last night.” I still might doubt him if not for the deep warmth in his eyes and his hand caressing the side of head as if it were a fragile treasure.
“I’m yours then, Draco.” His smile widens into a cocky grin and his eyes light with hunger. His lips came crashing down with force intent on claiming mine for his own. All of the doubts slipped away as the hand that was caressing my face slid down to my hip. The hardness at my side promised a good morning. I might have to write Cormac a thank you note in addition to his termination notice.