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I honestly should have known better.

I scored top marks on my NEWTs, graduated first in my class from Hogwarts seven years ago, graduated tops in my classes from University, and became the youngest Research Department head at my company after only one year. Needless to say, I am a highly intelligent person. My friends, even my enemies, admit that I am exceptionally bright, studious, and one of the greatest thinkers of my generation. Why, then, was I foolish enough to think that I could remain working at my current position after my company was bought out six months ago?

Don't answer that. Besides being very intelligent, I am also extremely stubborn and refuse to admit defeat even in the direst of circumstances. That's why I did not immediately turn in my resignation upon learning that the kindly old wizard that owned my company was selling to Malfoy Enterprises. Stupid, I know. I fully admit that it was a lapse in judgment and that I should have wasted no haste in finding another job. I had actually intended to do just that until Draco Malfoy, the conniving Ferret that had tormented me throughout my seven years at Hogwarts and four years at University, had stopped by my office. He had been just as arrogant and condescending as he had been since we were eleven, giving me every impression that he expected me to run away and quit because I wasn't brave enough to work directly with him. Well, if that wasn't a challenge I don't know what is! So is it really any surprise that I ripped up my resignation letter as soon as the Pureblood bastard had left my office? Certainly not. He had issued a challenge and everyone knows that Hermione Granger does not resist a good challenge.

That was six months ago. Six months of having Draco Malfoy constantly underfoot, questioning my every action, analyzing every experiment, never leaving me alone! Mr. Harris, the previous owner of the company, never visited my labs or office. He left me alone with little supervision, knowing that I thrived in such situations. I thought that Draco would soon grow bored with pestering me, find someone else to bother, or possibly move to another company taken over by his Father's enterprise. I couldn't be so lucky. He seemed to enjoy running this company and had no plans on leaving anytime soon. And, I had to grudgingly admit that he did an excellent job running the company. We had gained numerous contracts since we had become part of Malfoy Enterprises and had hired over fifty people in the last six months to help with the influx of business. Lucius Malfoy was thrilled at the prosperity of the company and had just officially appointed Draco as the President and CEO, the 'acting' no longer part of his lengthy title.

You may be asking yourself why I'm complaining since the company is doing well and the boss is well-liked by most the employees, the exception being myself, and the work is even more challenging, which I really do love. I would be quite content in my position if Draco would remain in his office or pretty much anywhere but around me. You see, the years have been very kind to that man. By our sixth year at Hogwarts, actually, he was becoming a very handsome man. He had grown taller, his face thinning out, his gray eyes pale and intense, his hair no longer kept back with that awful gel, instead falling freely and framing his angelic face, his nose was sharp but noble, his lips full and kissable, his complexion pale, his body slender and muscular. Time has only added to his attractiveness, giving him maturity and grace.

He is confident, charming, somewhat arrogant (with plenty of reasons), and the sexiest person that I've ever seen. His voice is low and slightly husky, controlled, cultured. His words are like small arrows that send arousal throughout my body. I nearly came recently when he was reading out the list of ingredients for a truth potion, for Merlin's sake. It's not only his looks that get to me, though he is almost too handsome to be real. If that wasn't bad enough, he's also fucking brilliant! He's well-educated, bright, witty, sarcastic, slightly cynical, and I think I could probably cum just having an intellectual conversation with that bastard! He's also cold, ruthless, prejudiced, snobby as Hades, ambitious, and not afraid to say what he thinks, no matter what the subject. And I can't get him out of my mind.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. The first rule of work is not to fall in deep lust with your boss, especially when said boss is a sneaky Pureblood bastard that delights in tormenting you. Oh, hmm, Draco tormenting me. Stop it, Hermione, bad girl. See? Just thinking about that overly handsome, wealthy, confident, arrogant, sexy wizard has me fantasizing and practically drooling on the floor. I hate it! I detest not being in control of my own hormones, not being able to resist sneaking peaks every time he bends over to retrieve a bottle from my cabinet (and yes, I did intentionally move most of my materials lower just for that moment of ogling and I don't feel ashamed at all! If he's going to spend most of his time at work pestering me, I can at least get a good look at his tight arse), not being able to keep my panties dry when he speaks, not being able to keep my nipples from hardening whenever he looks at me with those gorgeous eyes that I never really appreciated during school and arches a pale brow and his full lips curve into a smirk and, fuck.

You see what I've gone through every day since he took over? It wasn't bad enough that I secretly lusted after him at school. No, the Fates didn't feel that I had suffered enough guilt for wanting Draco even as he was threatening us, didn't think that four years at Hogwarts, yes kiddies, FOUR years, from the time I was fourteen and realized that he was rather cute underneath the sneer and gelled hair and that I found his arrogance and intellect sexy as all get out, of lusting for the Slytherin bastard was enough, didn't think that the following years at University of watching and wanting and dreaming about him was enough. No, they had to go and make the bloody bastard my boss! I've tried. For six months, I've tried to ignore my attraction to the annoying prat, tried to forget that I wake up with an ache after dreaming about shagging him rotten, tried to forget that I had to constantly change my knickers just from listening to him. It didn't work. If anything, it has just gotten worse. If he'd only have left me alone, busied himself in other areas of the company. But, no, that wouldn't be nearly as fun for him as bothering me!

Well, it will be over soon. I turned in my resignation this morning. I do love my job, but I'm sure I'll be able to find another position that I enjoy just as much that does not include the inner turmoil and wet knickers that working for Draco Malfoy does. I'm actually rather surprised that he hasn't been done here yet to gloat about my giving up and leaving. There are very few things in my life in which I have not been successful, this being one of the first. Relationships, that was the biggest. I'd had three relationships in my twenty-five years, one quite successful and lasting a few years, but not really serious. Viktor, well, that was childish and I didn't even kiss him, so I'm not sure he even counts. Ron, during our sixth year, had never felt right. We were too much like siblings, each kiss a bit like snogging my brother. Needless to say, it didn't last very long.

Seventh year had been Blaise Zabini, the closest thing to Draco that I could find. Blaise is still one of my best friends, the two of us becoming close when we were assigned as partners in Potions. He was Slytherin and Pureblood, still is very handsome with dark hair and blue eyes, and he didn't mind that I was using him, in a way, as a substitute for the man I really wanted. He's the only person that ever figured out that I wanted Draco, that saw beyond the passionate arguments to the desire that I did a very good job of concealing, and he always encouraged me to take a chance and go after Draco, convinced the blond wizard felt a similar attraction, though he didn't protest at all when I suggested we shag so that I could see what the fuss was all about. Blaise is a dear and he was my first and only lover so far, very skilled and knows exactly where to touch to get you coming like a freight train. Needless to say, I have no complaints about my time with Blaise. He doesn't have Draco's coldness, his ruthlessness, his sneakiness, his conceit, or his dislike of muggleborns, which should make Blaise perfect. And he is perfect, just not for me.

I'm pulled from my thoughts by a knock on the window. I get up and find a falcon perched on the frame, black eyes nearly as condescending as the gray eyes of his owner. I remove the envelope and go back to my desk. I break the official Malfoy seal and am surprised to see that Lucius Malfoy is requesting my presence immediately in Draco's office. Now don't hold it against me and remember that I stood right beside Harry Potter when we faced Voldemort, but Lucius Malfoy scares the Hell out of me! I think I was more frightened of him than even Voldemort, which doesn't make a lot of sense, I know, because he really is very handsome and charming, but he's also cunning and dangerous and unpredictable. After he was taken to Azkaban following the fight at the Ministry that had resulted in Sirius' death, Lucius had wasted no time in making a deal with Dumbledore to save his arse and his family's name. Lucius Malfoy was only loyal to himself and his family, willing to overlook his hatred of muggles and dislike of muggleborns to act as a spy in exchange for his freedom and no tarnishing of the Malfoy name.

Lucky me, I was assigned to act as his liaison because I was Head Girl seventh year and shared a common room with Draco, who was Head Boy. Lucius would visit his son and pass along information to me to give to the Order, not wanting to cause any suspicion by having sudden meetings with Dumbledore or doing anything that might cause Voldemort to question his loyalty. I was able to get to know Lucius a bit, well as much as anyone could ever know the enigma that was Lucius Malfoy, and, while he was as intelligent and cunning as Draco, he was scarier, in a way. He doesn't really scare me now, not in a terrifying type of way, but he is one of the few people that you can't really predict or analyze, just like his annoying son.

Draco and Lucius are both very handsome men and have some similar characteristics, but I disagree with those that claim Draco is a younger version of Lucius. Lucius is shorter with a more muscular build, Draco taller with the slender build of a seeker. Lucius' hair is the same white blond as Draco's, but he keeps his hair long, mid-way down his back, while Draco prefers a shorter more youthful style, falling just above his shoulders but long enough to always appear sexily tousled. Lucius' eyes are a smoky gray while Draco's eyes are a pale gray that are sometimes stormy when he's angry or very passionate. Lucius has an intensity and presence that Draco has not yet gained, though I assume by the time he is in his mid-forties like his Father, he will have that same aura of nobility and prestige. Yeah, okay, so I had a small crush on Lucius when I was younger. As if any of you wouldn't appreciate a man of his beauty and intellect and did I mention his voice? While Draco had a knicker wetting voice, Lucius has a purring drawl that gets the tummy tingling. I don't even care if he is the Father of the man that I want, possibly could love, or that he's old enough to be my own father, he's dead sexy, as Ginny likes to say.

If I keep up these thoughts, I fear I may just get carpal tunnel before the end of the week. Thank the Gods for whomever invented self-pleasuring devices. I refuse to call Blaise for a quick shag, knowing it isn't fair to him or myself. Of course, give me another few months without any action and I may just put him on speed dial, if the floo had any such thing. It's been over a year since I've actually had sex with someone other than myself, and I must confess that my resolve of not having meaningless sex with someone I don't foresee a future with is beginning to crumble. Damn those Malfoys! It's all Draco's fault, I don't care if I did claim it was mine earlier. It's his for being sexy and snarky and always around!

Yes, I am procrastinating, damn it! Wouldn't you if you got a summons from someone that sort of scares you because he's unpredictable and you've no idea why he's even at the company in the first place and secondly don't know why he'd be wanting to speak to you. I decide to quit putting off the meeting, assuming it must have to do with my resignation. He'll probably want to gloat and make some comment about worthless muggleborns not deserving positions of responsibility or some other rude insult said in that sexy voice so that you don't even realize it's an insult because you're trying to make sure your knickers don't soak through your robes. The walk to Draco's office doesn't take long and I'm surprised to see that his secretary is out to lunch. I hadn't realized it was that late in that day. With a shrug, I knock on the door.

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"Enter."

See what I mean? One word, barely two syllables, and I'm already feeling tingles. Damn stupid Malfoys, I open the door and walk inside. Lucius is leaning against Draco's desk, looking quite comfortable. His smoky gray eyes look at me as I enter the room, and I say, "You asked to see me, Sir?"

"Ah, Miss. Granger. Still as prompt as ever, I see," he replies as he moves from the desk and walks towards me. Walks? More like stalks. Oh boy, I definitely need to get laid.

"I try," I say demurely, though I am sure he can see the smirk on my lips. Judging from the amusement that flashes in his eyes, yep, he saw the smirk.

"Please, sit," he says, the words not a suggestion.

I sit down and notice Draco already seated on one of the sofas in his office. He's not looking at me, which is a bit unusual, instead glaring at the floor and sulking. Oh boy, only Draco could make something as juvenile as sulking look so fucking hot. He should be forced to wear a sign, 'Warning: Looking at me causes wet knickers and frustration and tummy tingles. Ogle at your own risk'. Yes, that's what he needs. A sign. I'll be sure to suggest it, anonymously, of course.

"Miss. Granger, my son has given me the most dreadful news," Lucius began as he sat down, his expression rather bored, though he appeared to be a bit distressed.

"Really?" Oh yes, I did graduate at the top of my class. Can't you tell?

"Really," he repeats with a slightly amused smirk.

It was then that I noticed something. They weren't wearing robes. Hot damn, no wonder my panties were already soaking to the point they were practically dripping my juices. Subconsciously, I noticed but I was trying to figure out what was going on that I didn't take the time to actually appreciate the view. They were wearing business suits. Good golly Miss Molly, did those men know how to wear a suit. Lucius was wearing black trousers and a simple white, button up shirt, with a black suit coat and a tie that had shades of gray. I wouldn't be surprised if I looked at the label and saw the wizard equivalent of Armani, the clothes probably costing more than I make in a year. Draco was wearing light gray slacks, a white shirt with fancy buttons, and a dark green tie that was a bit loose, as if he'd been pulling on it a lot. He didn't have on a coat, but I noticed a matching suit coat laying across the top of the sofa. They both looked like they might have stepped out of the pages of the muggle magazine GQ, and I couldn't believe I was finding the image of Draco wearing so many clothes so damn exciting. I think it's the idea of removing all those clothes that is causing the arousal to spread over me. Or it might just be that he's absolutely gorgeous and, as Ginny would say, walking sex. Damn it, I just sighed. Way to be subtle, Granger.

"Miss. Granger, you look rather flushed. Do you find it warm?"

My eyes narrow as I see his smirk and the knowing gleam in his eyes. With a fake smile, I say, "No thank you, Lord Malfoy. Could you please tell me why I'm here? I have work to do."

Go me with the false confidence and curt tone.

"As if you care about your work," Draco finally spoke up, his words sharp and his tone somewhat sullen.

I want to ask him who took away his favorite toy, since he's acting like a silly child, but I would like to get a decent reference so I bite my tongue. Too bad he wouldn't bite it for me. I shake my head and say, "I care a great deal about my work, as you well know!"

"Children," Lucius interrupts before we could begin a bickering argument that caused us both to resort to acting like immature first year Hufflepuffs, "Miss Granger, Hermione, I am most displeased to learn of your resignation."

Ah, that's what the meeting was about. I nod, "Sorry, Sir. I had no intention of causing you distress. I really must quit."

"Why?" Draco snarls, "Why are you quitting? I thought you lofty Gryffindors never quit."

"Draco, enough," Lucius says sharply, his eyes never leaving my face. I can feel him watching me even as I glance at Draco with surprise at his outburst. He sat back in his chair, his expression thoughtful as he continues, "To be honest, Hermione, you are the brightest and most talented researcher in your field and we have no intention of letting you go."

"Well, Sir, that's not really your choice now, is it?" I reply with as much of that infamous Gryffindor bravery as I can muster.

"On the contrary, my dear," Lucius slowly smiles, "I would like to think that we are all adults and that we can come to a satisfactory arrangement that is beneficial to all those involved."

"If you quit, we'll make sure you never get another job in the wizarding world," Draco smirks, and, Merlin help me, I get wet even as I find myself angry over his words.

"Are you threatening me?" my voice is slow and angry and, fuck, he's gorgeous when he's pissed off. Maybe that's one reason I love arguing with him so much. It's one of the rare times he ever displays any passionate emotion or real feeling.

"Draco, if you can not be helpful, I will insist that you leave," Lucius says lowly, his words having the desired effect as Draco merely glared at me before snarling silently. Lucius looks at me and smiles charmingly, "Forgive my son, Hermione. He's rather upset."

"There really is nothing to discuss, Lucius," I tell him simply, wanting this meeting to be over before I find myself exploding in a pile of quivering wetness just from listening to them.

"That is where you are wrong, my dear," Lucius says arrogantly, "I am prepared to give you something that I believe will persuade you to remain at Malfoy Enterprises. With the proper incentive, I believe that we will come to a compromise without resorting to threats and the like."

"I have no need of more money and I'm already the head of my department," I remind him, a bit curious despite myself. Draco is starting to smile smugly as if he knows something that I don't and I find it very annoying, as well as, yes here is that dreaded word again, sexy.

"Ah, Hermione, do you think all there is to life is money and work?" Draco is staring at me with a gaze that is sending my body into a fever. He smiles as he looks at Lucius, "I told you what she wanted, Father."

"Yes, it would appear that you were correct, Draco," Lucius is smiling now, a pleased and wicked smile.

"I need to get back to work," I cringe at the breathless tone in my voice, hoping they don't realize why I'm sounding like some aroused hussy.

"We have not yet finished our discussion," Lucius says, "you will remain to hear our offer."

"I don't need to hear it. I'm quitting and that's that," yay me for sounding strong and serious.

"I will give you my son."

Whoa! Hold up, my brown eyes widen as I stare at Lucius in shock. I so didn't hear that. No way, no how. I know that I'm gaping at him, my mouth is hanging open and I can't think of anything to say to that startling statement.

"Well, I now know how to cause her to be speechless," Draco has the audacity to smirk, "I just need to offer myself to her and she's silent."

"I don't find this funny at all!" Yep, I'm snarling. Go me. Too much time hanging around Slytherins, I decide, ready to blame Blaise and Draco for my rather threatening snarl.

"We are quite serious, Hermione," Lucius says pleasantly, as though they had offered me a raise instead of Draco. Wait a minute. They were going to give me Draco?

"What do you mean you're giving me Draco?" okay, so it's blunt but I'm not in the mood for cryptic quips.

"What do you suppose it means?" Draco asks dryly, his pale gray eyes gleaming with mischief as he muses, "It means that I will be yours if you agree to stay."

"Mine?" goodness, I can't look away from him even as I decide that I've just fallen asleep in the office and this is just some weird, perverted dream.

"Yours," Draco says before continuing, "Of course, that means that you will also be mine. I do not believe in sharing, Hermione, so do make plans to let Zabini know that he's not going to have the pleasure of shagging you ever again. Our relationship will be exclusive and you will not need to worry about my straying. Malfoys are monogamous and loyal. Besides, why would I want anyone else when I've got you?"

"Do we have an agreement, Hermione?" Lucius asks suddenly, his eyes narrowing as he looks at me, "You will remain at Malfoy Enterprises indefinitely as the Head of the Research Department. I trust that you and Draco will successfully maintain a professional relationship at work and that your personal involvement will not become an issue. I must admit, when I first learned of your resignation, I immediately canceled my meetings to give this matter my utmost attention. I had merely been going to suggest you name your salary, but Draco suggested this unique offer and I found it very intriguing."

"I am not going to accept Draco as an incentive to remain working here," okay, that didn't sound nearly as strong and outraged as I had hoped. More like wistful.

"Just say yes, Hermione," Draco purrs as he looks at me, his tongue running across his bottom lip in a teasing manner. Damn sexy prat! He smirks, "You know you want to say yes. You want me, love, nearly as much as I want you."

"Hermione, I am not giving you possession of my son," Lucius says softly, seeming to know what my worries and concerns were. He was too smart, that man. He continues, "I am merely allowing him the opportunity to express his desire for you in hopes that you will both develop a relationship and possibly have a future together. You are not a Pureblood, which is a shame, but you are the brightest witch of your generation. As you know, Malfoys are accustomed to having the best and you, quite simply, are the best. He is not exchanging himself for your continued employment at Malfoy Enterprises so do not doubt his attraction to you."

"This is just unbelievable," I state the obvious. "I need time to think. It's too much. I love my job but I can't stand working so closely with Draco when I want him..." oh shite, did I just say that bit out loud? Judging by the sudden smile on Draco's face, I did.

"That's why you resigned!" Draco laughs softly, "Bloody hell, I've been trying to figure out why all morning! You want me."

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"Don't sound so surprised, you arrogant prat," I glare at his smirking face, "you're always around and you smell so good and your voice and face and, Merlin, I need to get out of here. I can't think right now."

"Stop thinking and just feel," Lucius says softly, nodding at Draco as he leans farther back in his chair. His eyes catch mine and he smiles wickedly, "Take what you want, Hermione."

"I've been wanting to do this since you slapped me during third year," Draco mutters, suddenly beside me. His lips capture mine, warm and full and wet and, oh boy, this is nice. He kisses me with passion, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and taking possession. I kiss him back with the same amount of ferocity, tasting him, wanting more. He pulls back and smiles, his lips red and his eyes a stormy gray as he says, "Say yes."

"Yes," the word barely escapes my lips before he's kissing me again, pushing me against the sofa. I push him away, my lips curving into a playful smile as I look him over.

"Undress for me," I demand. Oh please, as if any normal red-blooded heterosexual female wouldn't want to watch him undress. Don't look so shocked that I've gone from two kisses to preparing to shag him. We've had nearly a decade of foreplay and I'm ready to get thoroughly fucked. The doubts and concerns can wait until I'm sated, which might be a few years.

"Father," Draco glances at Lucius, arching a brow and giving a look that clearly says 'Piss off, I'm about to get shagged'.

My eyes catch Lucius' eyes and I see desire in their smoky gray depths. I smile slowly as I say, "I want him to watch."

"You do?" a white gold brow arches as Draco studies me intently, finally shrugging as he says, "Fine, but no touching. You're mine and I'm not sharing with anyone."

"He doesn't want to play, he just wants to watch," I smile as I wink at Lucius, watching him make himself comfortable in his chair, finding it rather exciting to think that I'm about to shag Draco with his sexy father watching. Goodness, I hadn't realized just how kinky and perverse Draco could make me. I look at Draco and smile, "Undress for me."

I watch Draco remove his tie, tossing it to the ground. I may use that later, I decide, easily imagining him with his hands tied together and me riding him until I collapse from exhaustion. I watch his long fingers begin to unbutton the multitude of expensive buttons on his shirt, enjoying each glimpse of skin revealed. He's teasing me, the bastard, moving slowly, pausing to touching his chest, moving his thumb over his pale pink nipples. He's got a great body, slender and developed, his stomach is flat when it is finally revealed to my lusty eyes. His chest is smooth, a very light scattering of hair low on his abdomen and disappearing into the waist of his pants. He gracefully eases his shirt from his shoulders and takes the time to fold it. Prissy bastard, probably spends more time getting that sexy bedhead hair perfectly tousled than I do brushing my thick curls. He seems to be enjoying stripping for me, I can see a very prominent bulge against his trousers. Finally, he unfastens his pants, pushing them past his hips before stepping out of them. These, too, he folds neatly and tosses on the second sofa. He's wearing a pair of dark green boxes, which is so Slytherin of him.

"Your turn," he smiles slowly, his voice sending a fresh wave of arousal throughout my body. I stand up and decide that I can tease him, too. Besides, Lucius is watching and I am discovering my inner exhibitionist. I look over at the elder Malfoy, not surprised to see him watching me and not his son. The Malfoys might be many things, but incestuous certainly wasn't one of them. I blow him a kiss and receive a sexy smile in return. Looking back at Draco, I concentrate on the man I've wanted for so long. I slide my robe from my shoulders, wishing I'd worn something sexy beneath it. Instead, I'm wearing an old Chudley Cannons shirt that Ron got me for Christmas a few years back and a pair of blue jeans. Oh well, there goes my big strip tease. I pull the T-shirt over my head and toss it to the ground, not caring if it was folded neatly. I then unfasten my jeans and slide them down. I'm now standing before Draco, and Lucius, wearing only my burgundy bra and white knickers.

I am actually very comfortable with how I look. I'm not a raving beauty that would be on the cover of muggle magazines, but I have full breasts and a curvy shape. I'm slightly tall with long legs that are one of my best features. My stomach isn't exactly flat, but I appreciate a good meal and dessert is one of my weaknesses so I'm fine with a few extra pounds. My hair is a lovely shade of brown and falls down my back in thick curls that are still a bit difficult to manage. We're now both in our underwear and I find myself not entirely sure how to proceed. Draco solves that problem for me by moving forward, his eyes looking into mine as he moves his hand along my cheek.

"You're bloody beautiful," he whispers before his lips catch mine in another dizzying kiss. I don't protest as he pushes me back down to the couch, his hands unfastening my bra, removing the scrap of material and then moving to caress my breasts. I feel him hard against my stomach, the front of his boxers wet and I realize that he's as aroused as I am. He releases my mouth and kisses his way down my throat, soon lashing his tongue across my nipple. I cry out at the feel of his wet and warm mouth on my breast. I hear a noise and look at Lucius, finding those intense eyes on me, his hand stroking himself. I moan as Draco moves lower, licking and sucking my flesh as his Father wanks while watching. So utterly perverse but also so damn arousing that I may just come without even being touched. All thoughts of Lucius feel my mind as I feel Draco's hot breath against my lower stomach. I gasp as he rips my panties off, deciding that they were probably too soaked to save anyway, not able to form coherent thought as his mouth suddenly finds its way between my legs.

He spreads my legs, moving my left leg over his shoulder as his right hand moves beneath my arse. Finally, he lowers his head, his eyes finding mine and the bastard winks before he lazily runs his tongue over my wet folds. I hear babbling and realize that it's me making those panting, gasping, moans for more. His tongue begins to lap at my juices, his aristocratic nose brushing against my clit and I thank every deity I've ever read about for him having such a distinguished and rather sharp nose as he hits me in just the right spot to send a tremor of lust throughout my body. He eases a finger into me, then adds another, his tongue moving to replace his nose against my clit. Damn, he's good at this. I'm not really all that surprised. Draco's philosophy is that nothing in life is worth doing unless you do it perfectly. Gotta love that boy for being such a damn perfectionist, I decide as he begins to suck on my clit, his tongue brushing against it repeatedly as three fingers are now pushing into me, stretching me, the scent of sex surrounding us as I push against his hand. Finally, I break, crying out his name as I come, my juices soaking his hand as I beg him to fuck me.

He looks up at me, his mouth covered in my wetness, looking even more sexy than ever as he smiles wickedly. I watch him raise up and remove his boxers, my eyes seeing his cock for the first time. He's actually not very long, about average, but his girth, damn, he's thicker than Blaise, the only other cock I've had. I'm suddenly thankful that he took the time to stretch me, knowing it was going to be a tight fit. He grabs his wand and performs the contraceptive spell, so much easier than the muggle way with rubbers and that mess, and then he strokes himself as he looks at me. Simply stares at me with this intense expression in his eyes as he slowly strokes his hard cock, spreading his pre-cum over his length. When I'm about ready to beg, he moves between my legs.

My right leg wraps around his back as my left again goes over his shoulder. I take a moment to thank my yoga workout for helping keep me limber and then I go back to looking into his eyes. He brushes his cock against my wetness, teasing me again. Damn bastard. Just wait, I was going to repay him for all this teasing. I'd bind his arse and tease him for hours! Later, much later. Right now, I was about ready to give up my bloody salary just to feel him inside me. He begins to ease into me, and I was so right about that stretching. He kisses me, sharing my taste with me. There is something undeniably arousing about tasting myself mixed with the taste of Draco. I whimper slightly as I feel my muscles stretching, and I have to admit that I'm glad he's not very long. I don't know if I could handle have handled long and thick, finding it a snug fit as he finally sinks completely inside me. He begins to move, slowly, teasingly, our mouths still joined. I arch down to meet his thrusts, finding that I adapted very well to his size.

My nails claw at his back, his hands squeezing my breasts, I distantly hear a soft grunt and realize that Lucius, whom I honestly forgot was even in the room, had found his release. I pull my mouth free from Draco's and moan as my body feels as if it might very well explode. Reality is fucking better than fantasy. I can smell him, the scent of sex and spice and peppermint. His body is sweaty, his hair mussed, his eyes gleaming with need and desire, his mouth slightly open as he groans and grunts, his body moving against mind, fitting perfectly, moaning when I grab his arse and squeeze, his lips curling into that wicked smile that I find so delicious. I tighten my muscles around him, wanting him to come when I do. He begins to move faster, his thrusts a bit more rough, his balls slapping against my arse as he fucks me into the sofa. My left hand tangles in his hair as I feel my orgasm approaching, my breathing ragged to my ears, the world spinning around as I scream out his name, my release found. He moans my name before his lips find mine, his cock sending his seed deep into me as he comes. My muscles milk him as we kiss, our bodies reeking of sweat and sex.

The kiss ends and he smirks at me. I almost slap him, wondering how he can possibly smirk after the exhausting activity we just participated in but deciding that he looked pretty damn hot with his hair all ruffled and that smirk on his handsome face. He teases, "Was it good for you?"

"Bastard," not a good comeback, I know, but I'm barely able to breathe and he's already teasing me.

"Our audience is gone, thank Merlin," he mutters before moving our positions so that he's laying on the sofa with me in his arms facing him, his cock still buried inside me. Someone is a bit possessive and I love it. He pulls me tight against him, kissing me again before he says, "What took us so long, Hermione?"

"I guess we weren't ready for each other until now," I say, rather proud that I sound so insightful and mature when I'm really thinking that we were both just too damn scared and stubborn to take a chance until we were forced into it. Thoughtful discussion could wait until later, when I wasn't so sleepy and sticky and tired.

"You look tired," he smiles, seemingly content with my answer, "let's take a nap. We can talk about us later."

Us. I like the sound of that. I kiss him tenderly before snuggling against him, his arm moving behind my back and holding me tight. It might sound sappy as hell, but I feel like I belong here, in his arms. I close my eyes and make myself more comfortable, knowing it won't take much before I'm sleeping. When we wake up, I plan on tearing up my resignation. Why would I ever work anywhere else? Somehow, I doubt their incentive program would be nearly this good. My lips curl into a wicked smile of my own as Draco pulls me closer. I'd definitely be staying here, in his arms, for a very, very long time. The rest of our lives has a catchy ring to it, doesn't it?

THE END