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Don’t Call Draco Your Daddy, Only if you mean it.
Or
STFUATTDLAGG
The last few weeks of December were always spent staying late in the office. A prequel to the upcoming Tax seasons that started in February, lucky them. Hermione was ever thankful to Blaise Zanbini- the man was financial guru. With everything else on her plate she just didn’t have the time to run numbers, and play with calculations. The fiscal year was coming to an end, within the next few months and the firm's ledgers needed to be filled, filed and crossed off the docket. Books and court due dates included.
Normally items tied up in ligations forever, were set to end in negotiations and settlements- offered and signed usually by the beginnings of Christmas Hol’s.
No one wanted to take their holidays to the lands of Sand and Sun, with work still in their suitcases. Ministry staff included.
The lack of sun had set hours before due to the dreary, sleet filled time of year. Take out boxes were ordered again, because no one cooked. The occasional glass of whiskey poured from the good side of the liquor cabinet, with never melting ice cubes ratting about in crystal cut glasses.
Blaise impractically had a gorgeously chilled potato vodka, and Hokkaido Uni instead. Blaise, even pulling late hours, never compromised on his pursuit of pleasure.
Tonight like many occasions; raised voices filled the room. Pitched just enough that they echoed down the hallways of the after-hours meetings. Susanna, the night cleaning lady swept her wand to clean and shampooing carpets with a magical fortified walkman plugged into her ears. Blasting Prince: Purple Rain. While her oldest daughter, Trudy restocked mini fridges in the client waiting rooms, in a completely different part of the building. Both were very used to dealing with The Partners, having been employed there for years.
The case load work of the 4 equal owners in the Granger, Malfoy, Nott and Zabini building, shuffled mid scoff, eye roll and not silent fume. Fountain pens (for pure practicality) scratched parchment in between swear words, and oaths. Hands held over tables as bargains and handshakes deals were made over case work, the lending of legal aids and even getting coffee morning off were on the table. Such is the life of the best. Not the biggest. But The Best Law Firm in Magical Britain.
Blaise never swore, but his dark framed glasses sat lower on the bridge of his nose to display disapproval. He left all the cursing to Hermione and Theodore, and the stewing pouting to Draco. Hermione’s mouth rattle off oaths more spontaneously than one would think. Blaise nearly tripped over his polish Dragon hide brogues, hearing her curse one day through the door of her office.
At the same time he conveniently uncovered Draco’s beloved affections to the witch, and unearthed the man’s tastes. Blaise readily filed that away for later use. A True Snake just never knew when information would be needed.
He grabbed Draco’s arm when he all but swooned as the door to Hermione’s office swung open. That special day, both watched Hermione, verbally eviscerating the pathetic excuse for a man in her office, as he grovelled under harsh words. Nothing but excuses leaving the man’s mouth, even Blaise felt his skin crawl. Nothing he despised more than a weak man who blamed others. Hermione would never stand for it either.
The individal who was there for god’s-only-knew-what, sat opposite her large white oak desk. Blaise and Draco had come to escort her to the mini luncheon meeting they held once a month at Le Charme.
Her fitted three-piece, rust coloured, power suit, was vested only and open necked. She hung several small gold chains, and a pocket watch given to her from her university mentor, tucked into the vest waist pocket. She had pulled back her long curls into a sleek high ponytail, with gold hoops that swung saucy at her ears.
Blaise adored her. Many a “girls night” was spent shopping and gabbing over dry gin martinis at an underground speakeasy on Sloane Avenue or his personal favorite in James Market Square. Nights where Blaise had taken her and Pansy out on the town. Nothing screamed stay away like a Big Black Gay Man when two of the most famous women in Britain took the town.
Blaise loved when she dressed more like the badass witch he knew her to be, and had taken her shopping for several coloured suits, and formal wear himself. There was nothing more he loved than dressing a powerful woman. Besides spoiling one of his boytoys or watching investment percentages grow- there was nothing better. Witnessing Draco whimpering next to him, trying to desperately gulp down the sound. Blaise grinned like a cat who got the cream.
Interesting.
Later when they all sat around for lunch, Basie took note of all the times Draco offered her up bites of his food. Over the course of the next few weeks Blaise made several other amusing notes of how much Draco took care of Hermione's needs.
When he left pots of his mothers eye cream for Draco to give to the witch- they were coveted and rarely didn't sell for a year's salary of galleons. He left a stunned Draco in his office as he sang under his breath.
“Match maker, match maker, make me a match.”
Blaise had to hand it to himself. If there was one man who could go toe-to-toe with Hermione, it would be Draco Malfoy. Maybe, just maybe that would get their Partner back on track.
Blaise and Theodore Nott had many a tete-et-tete where their little Diva was concerned. Hermione was spreading herself desperately thin.
That would just not do.
“Purple for me.” Theodore Nott wagged his eye brows at Hermione as she colour coded several sheets of parchment needing all four of their signatures. Magically highlighting sections for each partner to go over.
“Right.” She nodded. “Blaise orange, Draco blue, Theodore purple. There are several stacks in front of you that Blaise and myself have already managed to conduct most of the grunt work. But the final draft we need you- Draco to go over this stack in front of you, Theodore, yours is-”
Hermione busied herself shuffling papers. Draco reached forward and pushed the styrofoam container of her favorites she ordered closer to her elbow.
“Here.” She concluded before handing over a large white legal folder to Theodore. Hermione frowned at the container by her elbow, before using a cheap plastic spoon to eat half of Draco egg fried rice he was currently trying to manage bites from.
“How come mine is so thick?” Theodore whined as he took the paperwork.
“Because you and Daphne went on that cruise last month and miss the end of last quarter.” Hermione sent a saucy wink over her shoulder before turning back around to her large expansive and illuminated bulletin board. She set it to hovering just a few feet away from the board room table where they were all spread out upon. Blasie caught Draco’s eye before he scowled and looked away.
Blaise Zabini was CFO of Granger, Malfoy, Nott and Zabini. He chuckled as he signed his name to yet another sheet of paper, his loopy signature on every line, as Theodore ate shrimp in a lemon grass smelling dish beside him. Hermione was placing sticky notes on several sheets of more paper where they all needed to place their signature. She continued her rambling on about timing and dates for booked conferences, clients who sent a ledger over with “must haves.”
Yes, the name of their Firms was alphabetical.
Yes, Malfoy was still prissy about it.
Yes, the four names were an absolute mouthful that Blaise didn't want.
His vote had been for Allegiance.
Theodore's was vetoed immediately.
Blaise settled the paperwork his way. After he volunteered to do the work and file it for hours within the ministry. As no one else wanted to sit in the ministry and rewrite the same work over and over, and over again. Then sit and wait for some stuffy drone in a chair to slap their own stamp on the work.
He also took the time to plan it out so that upon placing all the signatures needed to get their business, practicing and name licenses all done. The slippery snake, whom they all trusted to successfully hand in the appropriately signed paperwork. Had conveniently left a small space at the very front of the ledger.
For one word.
Blaise filed the titled business licenses for one Allegiance: Granger, Malfoy, Nott and Zabini on the dotted line of all ministry documents. He made with absolute certainty all the I's were dotted, and T's were crossed. He was sitting on proverbial pins and needles waiting for his partners to find that tidbit out. He loved long con. Why he and George Weasley got on so well. That, and the man needed to be kissed like he was being savoured, like a full body rich oak casted wine.
Blaise was only too willing to oblige.
The other good thing that played in his favour was Blaise was Chief of Finance; his soul department. He did the taxes with Gringotts after all. Malfoy and Granger weren't in the best of standing there, and Nott, well.
Theodore was his own entity on most days.
With being CFO, Blaise was also Keeper of the House- job title still a work in progress. He made sure that all his partners were provided for, and happy. The work environment played a big part in that. Blasie had three lovely elderly women he employed. From keeping offices stocked in good coffee beans for clients. To toilet paper in the bathrooms. Staff was happy, clients were happy, which won them cases, which brought them payment, and filled the vault.
Boy, oh boy. Did Blaise love seeing a filled vault.
Yes, Pansy Parkinson had called him a mother hen back in Hogwarts, but look where it got him now. He was successful, got the best seats at a dining establishment, and a rotation of pretty boyfriends in several European countries when he visited. All it took was listening and providing small niceties, from the lowest clerk, to the barristers themselves. To the biggest current pain in his arse.
Hermione Granger herself.
The labor of owning a large scale multi-pronged law office and all that rot. They took on everything from matrimonial and familial court proceedings- Theo's department.
(Theodore Nott was difficult but his court cases spoke for themselves. He ran the largest group of barristers and made up the bulk of their physical billings.)
Property & Business law.- Draco's department. (In which Draco ran a tight ship. His barristers were a trusted few, legal aids having the strictest credentials and he trusted no one but Blaise himself to take on the finances on all corporate law cases. Draco’s legal advisor’s, clerks and solicitors were the smallest group of employees and all hand picked. Draco’s clients had deep pockets, and they were nothing if not the neediest bunch of arseholes this side of the pond.)
Lastly Hermione Granger. Sweet, sweet, Granger. Blasie had a big soft spot for the Witch. With her open heart and beautiful shiny soul. Hermione was well versed in creature rights, and ministry case law. She took on the biggest cases with the highest profiles than the entire other three departments combined.
And completely Pro-Bono in most incidents. Hermione more often than not took on, the down trodden, the weary, she championed the people, fought the rich guy- the Governing Body- and won. The Hermione Granger had pushed and put forth more new laws and made Wizengmount history every other month.
Working tragically long days that were starting to grate on her partner's nerves. They were watching their brilliant, respected and stunning Partner burn herself out for every bleeding heart case that walked through the door. Hermione employed as you would more likely believed, a rag-tag group of immigrants, puffs and half bloods and muggleborns, that would have half the purebold community rolling within their deserved graves.
She was stretched thin, allowed for clerks to take on as many cases as they could manage. She worked unbelievably hard, mentored as many as she could, and even helped with the work aid program from the University.
In Blaise’s opinion, probably drew ninety percent of the prestige that was attached to their name. She was whispered about in the Ministry. Flanked usually by her Auror guardians of Potter and Weasley. She walked with confidence into a court room, and spouted law like she was there and helped write the bloody things. Obscure and otherwise.
Her Latin legal maxims were like listening to a song, and when you came up in court against her, you were too busy admiring her as she ripped your case apart or wishing to be her.
She NEVER failed.
No one wanted to be on the other side of the bar against Hermione Granger. Her cases were high profile, usually front page news and their firm reaped all the good and the bad press from it. It was Granger, Malfoy, Nott & Zanbini for a reason. Alphabetical was just how he sold it to Draco.
Blaise shook his head as he watched Hermione add several case dates, and move things around for the upcoming year that they were discussing. Several cases wouldn’t hit the courts until late into the fall next year. Several months away, but that was how they worked. Life was lived one day off at a time, while office hours were spent living months in advance.
Some cases were purposefully left open, others that needed closing dates and off ramping. Time slots and board meeting dates all expertly juggled against a large superimposed calendar that she flicked her wand at. Colour coded time tables for each partner were displayed with overlaps and everything in between.
She truly was an organizational savant.
Granger rubbed at her tired eyes as she sucked back the melted ice that was left of her dirty martini. Blasie stepped up to make another one with his selected vodka. Her glamour smudged a little, giving her an adorably tired puppy look in his regards. Glancing at Draco, he could tell by the tilt of the man's chin, and the stretch of his legs, he begged to differ.
Yes, Granger was stretched thin.
Enough so that Draco had yanked case files off her desk in a fit of frustration. His staff claimed them as property specific. One so gruelling it would have put her into double overtime just that month alone. Where a werewolf was evicted, and than cruelly outted to the local news paper without their consent. Blaise watched month after month Hermione's case load as it built up, and her ‘pull in’ of monies into the business coffers dropped.
Yes, she brought prestige and PR, but she brought in zip for income.
Blaise also noted one afternoon, Draco made a personal coffee delivery instead of his typical owl order. Draco added from his potions stores an extra nutrient dense elixir, mixing them into her triple shot, with 2 pumps of vanilla latte.
Draco was taking care of Hermione. Save them once Theo noticed.
"Enough Granger!" Draco stood pushing his chair back. “Look at this time slot sheet here for just the start of next quarter. You're maxed out on court time, and have no wiggle room. Who’s going to push through with the Holtdaw case, if the magistrate chooses to push for a longer recess draw or some other contingency happens. You have no allocated time left.”
Both of his palms splayed out on the table. Suit jacket having been removed hours ago, his sleeves rolled up past his elbows, tie loosely hanging around his neck. “Drop the Elfwoodlands and let some other firm take it. Roger’s has a small practice that could use the start-up funds from this.”
“What?” Hermione looked back at her own timetable. Draco was frustratingly right. “I can move the off loading onto Bridgette.”
Hermione made a motion to add the newest higher into the space. Draco stopped her when he slapped the table. “No. She is green. You know it. She won't have her full license by then. None of your staffing is beside Edwina, you haven't had anyone since Melody left on maternity leave. Which brings me to the next side of this meeting.”
Theodore groaned. “Now?”
“Yes, now. Look at this.’ Draco gestured to the board.
Hermione looked at her partners. Each of them awkwardly shuffled paper work, and stacking things. No one looked her in the eye.
“What the hell?” Hermione placed both hands on her hips. “Am I being fired? You're acting like I’m about to get a scolding.”
“What no- not fired.” Theodore gasped. “No, nothing like that. We talked- yeah, Hermione, you're about to be scolded.”
Blaise floated the new martini he made to her side of the table. “Sit, please.”
She stood and glared.
“You're stretched thin. You have no one who’s properly fit to off load half your case work to, you went to court with a fever two months ago.” Draco drawled, shoving his hands into his pockets.”You're showing up late to court.”
Hermione shot a look at Theodore. Hurt and betrayal evident on her face. Theodore looked away just as hurt and angry.
“Hermione.” Blaise tried to be softer. “No one is saying you're not capable, this isn’t a slight against your abilities. This is us telling you as partners, as friends. The way you're incurring over time. I won't be able to pay for your vacation time as it is.”
Hermione whirled away. Her back up, and her anger evident. “So what? You're gonna side line my entire side of the firm, the case work of my own employees?”
“No, we're just asking you to draw back.” Blaise sighed and placed two fingers to the bridge of his nose. He knew this was going to be a hard conversation. “We are going to ask you to keep in mind the reputation of all aspects of this Firm-"
“I am! What the hell Blaise! This is an underhanded way of showing you care. I can handle this time table. I just made a mistake on leaving case lead time. It’s fine, I'll work on it.”
Hermione turned around and started waving her wand in angry arcs. Slots opened up and changed. Some filled up again as she tried without success to re-work court dates and selections.
“Hermione,” Blaise called.
“Granger.” Draco barked.
“What!” Hermione whirled back. “You can’t just ask me to drop people's lives like they're nothing, like they mean nothing. So what if I’m a little tired. I’ve been tired before, this is nothing.” Hermione didn’t clock how her Partners flinched. She plowed on.
“I’ll take Jenning’s early to the University and get him ramped up and licensed by the end of the month. The man should have sat for this test months ago anyway.”
“He's not ready and you know it.” Theodore muttered sulky from his seat, stuffed some food into his mouth.
“You don't know that.” Hermione huffed. “ And if Rodger was any good at law in the first place. “Hermione snapped back at Draco. “They wouldn't have come to me to begin with.”
Theodore clicked his teeth with his tongue before sighing. Blaise sighed. The side eye Theo sent him was curious.
"We can't shut out this family."
“Then pick a different one.” Draco spoke up. Hermione glared, open mouth about to rebuttal. “Let me guess you can’t. All of them mean something too, Hermione. You get too personal to the clients and they draw you in and your work, your health suffers.”
Hermione didn't even pick up on Draco's use of her first name, too busy stuffing a crab Rangoon into her mouth, she bent forward taking her feet out of red bottom heels that were four and quarter inches tall.
Draco stretched forward, trying to casually witness the action. He was weak for her foot wear. Theodore and Blaise sat back with one Thai food box of takeaway between them. Theorodre ate his feelings, while Blasie knew her aggression came from a place of trauma.
"That’s it. The answer is no Granger, I'm putting my foot down." Draco growled.
To which Hermione retorts in the sauciest manner both Theo and Blaise thought possible.
"Right, I'm so sorry Daddy. I forgot what you say goes in these halls."
Hermione rolled her eyes so hard, Blaise thinks he sees them go out the door and down the hall. The dark skinned man grinned widely, showing perfectly white teeth. Some would say like a shark, who smelled blood. This was too good. Dinner and a show. Hermione the vicious Diva was in prime worked up form. normally he loved to wind he up and point her at the court room, but today. Blaise got to point her at Draco. Blaise kept watching Hermione continue her work, adding equations in gold wand-work into the air for her proposal. Time slots moved and court dates rescheduled by priority. Oblivious.
Beside him Theodore choked on Som Tum.
The board room stills in the silence, save for the scratch of a quick note quill, and the deep nasal breathing of Draco.
Till Theodore’s choking causes concern on said takeaway, spitting across the conference table. Blaise pounds his back with an open palm, exasperation evident on the man's face.
Hermione grimaced. “Breath Theodore, there's plenty of food, no need to choke on it.”
Hermione scowls, before she takes a painted nail and flicks bits of vegetable from Theodore's mouth off a leaf of paper.
"Shit." Theodore slammed his palm on his chest.
"Don't even start. Theodore." Blaise mumbled, as he watched Draco's pupils blow open, and his chest expand with a sharp intake of breath.
Theodore turned to his best friend, gasping. Blaise grabbed the scruff of his collar dragging him up and out. "We're taking a short recess. Tensions are high. Hermione. You know we love you. But we won't stand for you being a real bitch when we call you on your shit."
"No!" Theodore huffed, arms crossed as Blaise all but frog-marched him to the door. Hermione huffed, as she eyed Draco at the end of the table. Clearly ignoring the antics of Theodore, having them become nothing short of second nature.
“We founded this company by having hard conversations. Making choices- that when they affect- everyone we talk about it. This is one Hermione. Your ego needs to check itself.” Blaise held Theodore up, and floated the last of Theodore’s takeaway boxes out the door, as well as the abnormally large file folder he had yet to open.
"Not Mommy and Daddy arguing at the dinner table again.” Theodore cackled. “Come on! I want to watch, she called him DA-” Blaise cast a wandless silent spell, Theodore's mouth moved rapidly but zero sound came out. Blaise shoved Theodore out the doorway. Cast quick fire spells to silence and locke the board room door. Setting it up with some of the strongest wards he could master on the fly.
He'd give them an hour, maybe two.
Alone.
They’d either fuck, or kill each other at this point. Blaise could all but cut that tension with a knife.
Blaise sighed, still holding Theodore as the slight man through an epic row at his spoiled fun. Either way he would have to clean up the mess. No way he was letting the cleaning lady deal with that. Blaise was going to cash in this favour sooner rather than later. Draco could owe him a stay in his family's Villa out in Liguria. He had a lovely little Italian boy toy that Blaise would adore the privacy it afforded.
He pulled the silence spell off Theodore. “Think Draco could do us a solid and fuck the bitchy out of her already?”
Blaise bark of laughter carried to two down the hall. “Depends on if she still wants to be the ever stubborn witch we know and love.”
“Hmmm.” Theodore pondered. “We’re going to need to get our own legal, to write some HR stuff on this eventually.”
Blaise sighed before opening his office door. “Don’t think it's a matters in their regard. But if she plans on keeping that Jennings, I despise. Chances are having an integrated HR Department that's not under my own title would be best.”
Hermione watched Blaise and Theodore leave before she turned back to Draco. Blindsided. She was furious. How dare they call her on her own capabilities. Then turn around and make fun of her. Hermione was working herself up into a right mad steam.
Draco stood breathing deep, his mind drawing nothing but a blank as the word rolled in his head. One hand clenching in his pocket, the other steadily gripping the glass in a steady sip. As the cherry wood forward Whiskey rolled against his pallet. The man had turned away to face the window and poured a glass Bowmore est 1779. Blaise had gifted him a bottle for his 28th birthday. It really was the Good Stuff.
Backdropped by the winter skies Hermione eyed the tall blonde, his hair dropped over his ears, showing signs of how tired and frustrated he was. Hermione knew she had taken this one step too far. She was offended and acting like a spoiled brat.
She knew that. She was ridiculous, or foolish. But dammit all! He was rude, and always in her business lately. Who cares if she was stretched a little too thin, nothing she hadn't been before. Nothing she couldn't handle for now. She was Hermione Fucking Granger.
She handled things.
It wasn’t always going to be like this, she just needed to hire a little more people. She was trying to get her under clerks up to date and out of post secondary educational circles, so she could focus on her interest.
Niche down as they say.
“Granger.” Draco called her from the other side of the table.
Hermione ignored him, too lost in thought.
It was for a good cause anyway, and she was doing her best. Hadn’t she won a large scale settlement just three weeks ago? Brought in more clientele than they could handle? So what if her side of the ledger went in the red occasionally. Not like she didn’t have the fund to plug back into her side.
Her barristers and beloved team were well worth defending. They worked really hard. Besides Jenning, he was a sore spot to her ego.
Damn.
Damn.
Damn.
Blaise was right.
BUT! Her team deserved to take on their own case load and work for the rights and welfare of others. That was the whole point of her side of their partnership. They knew that going in. She had made sure it was written into her contract.
“Granger.” Malfoy drawled, his rich British accent tingling against her skin. The heat of the argument that was about to commence, most likely more on her side, rippled against her skin.
“What!” She snapped back, she was exhausted from having to defend herself. The concern at first was sweet. Now it was annoying. They had their say now it was her turn. “Sorry for throwing your words in your face. But my Gods you three have been on my ass lately.” Hermione downed the new martini in one gulp, it was watery now that the ice melted. She pushed her tumble of hair from her face, and off the back of her neck. “Blaise with the financials last week. Theodore commandeered as representation in one of the court times because I was a tiny bit late!”
Hermione flushed, she had not wanted that to come to light. Being late was never good. She was never late. But she was friends with the presiding, and she knew they were always late to start. Theodore tattled tailed on her. Hermione crossed her arms and pouted in embarrassment. Already mentally scolding herself for how she handled their concern.
Draco whirled around facing the women. Caught up by the red face of embarrassment, plastered on Hermione's face. God’s this woman was infuriating, beautiful, messy and full hearted. His cock twitched at the horrible looking flush, the one that went down her neck, and into the folds of her blouse. He wanted to devour her then and there. For over a year now he had tried to pursue the women. Had spent the last few months going out of his way to assure himself to her, waiting for the right time to ask her on a date.
“Daddy.”
The word had played in many fantasies of Draco’s. Having her utter the word, hearing it pour from her lips. It was intoxicating.
She had called him Daddy, spat it really. Like the absolute brat she was. How many times had he stood, cock in hand and stiffer than timber. Pushed himself over the edge as he thought of her that way. Fighting her for pleasure and giving her just what she needed. He knew he could provide it.
Draco was no half way kind of wizard. He wanted all of her. Had dreamed of having all over her.
The woman needed to be turned over his knee and spanked. There was no way around it. They were either going to end a partnership tonight. Or Hermione wasn’t going to sit for the rest of the night. If Draco really had it his way, she’d be far too busy to sit.
Hermione hadn’t stopped the verbal diarrhea of defending herself. The hole she dug was only getting bigger.
“Late, Hermione.” Draco strides ate up the floor as he moved forward, frustration rolled off him. He dragged a chair out from the table to the middle of the room. Draco took a seat, leaning the length of his frame out and spread his knees wide. His dark trouser pulled tight against his harding cock.
“Malfoy. It wasn’t even like that. Percy-”
Draco growled. A ginger oaf. There was one of the Weasley’s at the heart of this. Of course there was.
“Come here.” Draco demanded. Watching the zero hesitation of Hermione as she moved towards him, before she stopped, and stamped foot. The flush in her cheeks back. Draco watched the shock of it roll onto her face, as her shoulder quaked.
“I said come here.”
Hermione edged forward. Before she placed herself warily close to his thighs. “Draco, I-”
"Enough you've had your say." Hermione bit her lip. She had no idea what was happening. But the command had played into her personal well locked up fetish. Draco, having starred in a few late night fantasies, indulged when things got a little too overwhelming. There was a small foundational moment in her life, where the people pleasing in her, bloomed into more. As she aged into adulthood, she tried exploring a few of the less vanilla as it were intimate activities.
She had locked that up tight after a couple of failed relationships, and a boring sex life that did not fulfill her. As well as her dating life.
“Hermione.” Draco’s gentle voice filled with so much boiling passion in one word, had Hermione shuddering. The flux of emotions between them, the tension, the exhaustion of so many late nights. “I’ve known you since we were children. I’ve known you in all the ways you presented yourself in this world. Rivals, friends, partners. " Draco paused, swollowing the words he wanted to add on. " You were dropped into a vast pool, but you have sent ripples and made waves. Tsunami’s in this life-witch. As a survivor, a hero, a force.”
Draco let himself indulge. He slowly lifted his left hand, palm open as he glided it up the length of her hip. Not touching but skimming the air around her skirt. He knew how the silky vibrant peacock blue of the fabric would feel, and tried to ease the heat of the bloom between them. He hovered over the slit that went up her thigh as golden browned skin teased him from inside the fabric. Not looking at her, but he gently touched the small spot of her thigh in the slit. Just a single pad of his index finger. So soft. Warm.
“You are not alone. Not with us. Not when I am here. Hermione.” Draco felt the full body shudder run through her. “I know how capable you are, how strong and brave. We are partners, we're a firm, and we will not let each other burn out on crusades,
-Let me finish.”
Hermione firmly closed her mouth at the bark Draco gave her. His gaze, flinty, up at her face, when her mouth dropped open at the jab. Huffing she crossed her arms under her bust line and squirmed.
“This is a crusade Hermione. You don’t get to tell off your partners for drawing a line in the sand when it comes to their reputations. I know, you have had conversations with both Theodore and Blaise. As they have had conversations with me. Regardless of how you feel about the control on your end of things. We are a unit.”
Draco paused here. Searching for control of his words. For the right things to say. He doubled down on the gentle, let some of the frustration and nerves leak out. If Draco wanted all of her, he knew he had to give himself over too.
“I mean it. You are burning yourself out. We don't like it, I don't like it. You might not agree with how we feel, or at this point with the attitude and delivery about it. I am not pleased with the way you casually dismissed us, and our concern- maybe you don’t care. But you will respect how we want this firm to run as your partners.”
Hermione felt embarrassment and guilt fill her. “Draco, I do care.”
“Then act like it!” Draco gripped the fabric of her skirt in both hands around her thighs. Staring up at her from his seated position. Hermione had never seen him act so uncontrolled, so open. Draco pulled her towards him, unconsciously bringing her in closer. Situating her between his legs. “Start taking care of yourself! Have you really not noticed?”
Draco shook his head, Hermione felt his disappointment bone deep. The dichotomy of being told off by Draco, the already sinking disappointment in herself, and for breaking the pact she and her three partners made on day one, rolled through her.
Draco squeezed her hips again. His finger pads dipping around the base of her spine, thumbs pressing into the underside of her belly.
Hermione had optimistically forged a pact between them all in the beginning. Outlining bullet points that to her would make their working relationship a successful one. She in her blind stubbornness, her need to prove herself, if she was truthful, her pride in knowing she was just as good as any pureblood- smacked her upside the end with this Draco induced reality check.
“I bring you extra nutrient potions, Theodore claims your bleeding heart cases, so you can actually manage your end. Blaise has taken his staff to back log your end of the firm. Stop hiring every student who walks into your door with a sad back story. Everyone has problems. And for Merlin's sake! Hire someone who actually has experience and work value! Dammit Hermione. Say: no, once and while.”
Hermione put her hands into her face and cried. She wasn't burning out, she had burnt out. Hermione was exhausted and the opening of this damn was all the it took, the acknowledging of it bleed out of her. She wept.
Draco stood and gathered his witch into his arms, the tears flowing down her face as Hermione broke just a little. “Please, don’t cry. I’m a puddle over a weeping woman, Granger.”
Hermione cried a little harder.
“Stubborn little witch.” Draco sighed. “Come here, let me hold you.”
His body covered hers as he placed her bum up on the table. Ran his hands up and down her back. “It’s okay to be strong. It’s not okay to take advantage. We know you're good. The world knows your fierceness. You don’t have to keep proving yourself.”
“I’m sorry. I know. I fucked up.” Hermione bubbled. Wiping her nose on a napkin. “Blaise handed me a stack of new CVs the other day. I was a complete ass whole about it-than too. I took it the wrong way. I thought you were telling me I wasn’t good enough. I broke the partner rules. ”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Absurd. There your rules anyway. Were all snakes, well break them eventually. Just remember not to hold it against us too bad.”
Hermione sniffled. Draco wiped her tears with his thumb.
“Anyone who has the audacity to even think that can see the end of my wand.” Draco murmured into her hair. Resting her head against his chest as he drew the women into his arms for one last hug. “You’ve always been good enough. Listen, by our hands you have had a shit deal since you made your way into the magical world. We by all means will always give you grace when you find yourself in need of pushing back at some grumpy and ego filled Slytherins.”
Draco leaned his nose into her hair, and just let himself feel. “By all means I do enjoy a little verbal sparring with our resident lioness.”
Hermione laughed before burying her face into Draco's button down. Both of them hung in the bubble for several moments. Her- soaking up the feeling of being held, Him- holding the witch he was about to claim.
Hermione drew herself slowly out of his arms. Sniffling one last time, and wiping her nose and eyes she tried to shimmy back to her feet, lifting a hand to Draco’s chest. Draco placed both his hands on either side of her bracketing her movement. Mirroring the way he had leaned over the table earlier. Palms both placed firmly.
Draco didn’t move back.
“Thank you, I’ll make sure to apologize to Blaise and Theodore personally.” Hermione chuckled. “Somehow a fruit basket on their desk seems trite at this point and time.” Hermione made to move again, but Draco leaned forward again, this time lowering his head to nuzzle her neck.
Hermione froze. The after 5 o'clock shadow rubbed along her throat and she shivered. As need pooled in her belly, and the scent of who Draco was, the feel of this large powerful man above and surrounding her took a hold. Draco’s voice turned low as he murmured, she could feel the pull of his smirk against her throat. “Do I get a fruit basket for my efforts?”
“I don't understand.” Hermione unconsciously titled her head back, allowing more space for Draco’s to ghost his lips over, Draco stepped closer still.
“I think you do.”
Hermione froze and gripped Draco's forearms under her hands. Draco pressed her further back, till he lowered Hermione to the table. Paper crumpled underneath her body. There Draco placed one hand by her head, his other next to her body on the table. He hesitated to touch anything else. But kept his hips between her thighs. She felt the shifting of her skirt as he pressed into her. Felt him, the size of him as he ground down into her pelvis.
Hermione whimpered. Draco closed his gray eyes and squeezed them tight.
“I want you. I’ve wanted you. I’ve been pursuing you for over a year. I want to date you, I want to fuck you. I really want to bend you over my knee and spank you for daring to test this firm. Our firm. We made this together, I want to continue making things with you Hermione. I desperately want you to call me Daddy again.”
Draco was gazing at her with an intensity and heat she had never had aimed at her before. Draco dared to look down at her mouth, slightly parted, and plump. The lipstick she habitually coated her mouth in was bitten off. By the gods he wanted to lean forward and taste her. Draco drew in a deep breath. It was now or never. He needed her to understand. Now that he had touched her, held her. He cared for her.
Hermione breathed deeply, weighing his words, the options. This heat and rivalry between both her and Draco remained since they were young children and in Hogwarts. That had carried through the years of competition academically, The War and then into University. Now, they owned a company together, and still fought in the board room. Never had she thought- never had she entertained that Draco, might view her as desirable.
Here she was with his hard cock pressed into the heat of her panties, after a row, and a cry. His tossed blonde locks fell over his forehead. Hermione had felt powerful a handful of times in her life. But here in this moment with Draco looking at her like she was divine. Sent a full body heat to flood her magic and her nervous system.
She could see, he was all in.
“Daddy.” Hermione stuttered, when Draco groaned. “I did, didn't I?”
“Yes, like a little brat.” Draco took a single finger and sent it grazing up her thigh. Watched as Hermione’s pupils dilated, and he fluttered with his words. He was turning her on. He flipped over the opening of the slit in her skirt. Draco sent his finger trailing up her inner thigh and felt her shudder as it sent a ripple of pleasure through her body.
God’s she could die of embarrassment now that she replayed her words. “Draco, Merlin. Let me think, I can’t think with you looking at me like that.”
The dark chuckle Draco let out made her pool in her panties. God could he feel that? Hermione paused rolled her hips back, grinding up into the hardest that was between her thighs. Yes, she could let Draco fuck her now, but where did that leave them. You just don’t call Draco Malfoy Daddy unless you mean it.
Draco groaned. Her confession and reactions were so much more than he imagined.
“Let me.”
Hermione spread her legs as Draco’s finger trailed higher. Her legs parted on a sharp breath, as she watched the long single digit of his pointer finger climb higher.
“Say it again, witch.” Draco paused. Before his other hand snacked up to hold her chin. Forcing her face to him. An almost kiss as he spoke into the breaths she shuddered out. Before he spoke on a low growl against her lips.
“Tell me you want this too, or I’ll stop here. No questions. You tell me you're not ready, and I’ll go back to pinning for you and maybe try to get you to accept a date.”
Draco felt Hermione lick her lips, and swallowed.
“But if you say yes, I’m going to turn you around and spank your arse till it’s the same shade of lipstick you wear everyday and tease me with. Then I’m going to crawl between your heavenly thick thighs and devour you. Make no mistake, little witch I am starving.”
Hermione whimpered, the breath Draco muttered this filth onto her lips had gone straight to her clit and the panties she wore, a scrape of nothing was drenched already. The man only talked. Barely touched her.
“God’s above! Say yes Hermione. Let me take you, let me have you.” Draco begged.
“Yes Daddy.”
Draco kissed her hard. He claimed her mouth with lips, teeth and tongue. The answering groan was like a man who tasted water for the first time after drifting in hot sands. The kiss was wet and sloppy, but it was exactly what they both needed. The heat and the build up of a lifetime of shared events turned to desire. Turned to need. Draco snapped. The kiss turned crushing, and desperate. He forced his lips to move slower, taking her mouth and widening it under her own.
Groaning into her mouth. Draco speared his tongue into her, as they both swallowed each other's moans. Draco gulped down a sigh as if it was the very air he needed to breathe.
Hermione gave into the kiss giving as much as he took, and she took back. He hand speared into his hair, and she climbed his waist, wrapping her legs around him like a vine tree. She would test him. He knew that. Knew she'd be a perfect little brat for him, his to spoil. He is to care for. His witch to love.
She would try to push back as she always so stubbornly known to do, but he would relish the control she would give him. His cock twitched against the zipper of his trouser. Draco’s mind raced with all new purposes and possibilities. He planned.
Draco punished and soothed all with his lips. Pouring everything he had into the kiss. Hermione took what he gave. His hands crushed the fabric of her skirt up her hips as she fumbled with buttons on his shirt. Till she was able to snake her hand into the fabric and touch his skin.
Draco was solid and warm, and she scratched her nails down the taut skin of his chest. Hoping to leave marks of herself. Claiming him back in anyway she could. She was all in, there was no halfway with Draco. Hermione wanted everything he gave her and she'd still take more if she could.
The emotional roller coaster of the night played into her mind. The last few nights were spent fighting, and yelling. The empty apartment off high street she returned to alone. All the money and prestige in the world didn’t make up for the loneliness she felt. There in Draco’s eye held a warmth, a tenderness she had only glimpsed coming her way. To know he felt so deeply for her. Could she take this next step? Give herself to him?
Draco patiently waited, breathing her in as their mouths hovered together, the not-quite-a-kiss- hovering as he watched her gaze up into his eyes. Watch as his words sunk into and ingested in that magnificent beautiful brain of her.
“Say it again.” Draco groaned as he rolled his hips, his hand fisting the back of her curls as he pulled her up off the table.
“Daddy.” Hermione whined, into his mouth. The word alone held power each time she used it, the body shudder Draco awarded her with was drugging.
“Flip.” Draco pulled back, scooping Hermione up. There she felt him lift her skirt before he swore out loud. “Fucking hell! Hermione.” Draco palmed her ass, kneading the flesh. “Is this what you were wearing under these clothes?”
The leopard print scrape of fabric she called underwear displayed tiny strings along her hips and lace edges framed her ass.
“Like what you see?” Hermione wiggled her hips back as she shot Draco a saucy look. “I want to be spanked. I’ve never done it before. I want you too.”
“I’ll take care of you.” Draco pressed forward and kissed her back, before he pulled her blouse up and off, skimming his hands down her body he eased her into pleasure.Hermione let him. He freed her breast, tweaking each nipple in turn, cupping her and stoking her body in every way he imagined. So long had Draco yearned to touch, to hold. He did so with assuring strokes of her body.
“Lean forward, love.” Draco pushed her down, Hermione gasped as her body hit the cold wooden table. Draco rucked up her skirt and pulled her panties off one leg at a time. Watching her cunt come into view. Draco left open mouth kissed up each leg and thigh till he kissed each ass check in turn.
‘I’m going to spank each cheek five times. Well start there, your safe words will be colours- for now. Green is good. Red for stop. Understand?”
Hermione shuddered and nodded.
"Words. Hermione.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good little witch” Draco rubbed his hand over where he would soon leave his print. The globes of her ass called to him. Draco’s palm came down and spanked the one cheek, he watched it ripple under his hand, and colour almost instantly. Hermione moaned.
‘Colour?”
“Green, again.” Hermione moaned and wiggled into the rubbing of his hand.
Draco chuckled. And spanked his witch. "Good girl."
Hermione’s back arched as she pushed her hips up and ass out into his smacks. The depravity of it pulled at sexual fantasies in Draco’s mind. A series of events he had only dreamed about were playing out, the headiness went straight to his cock, he felt himself leaking into the trousers. Heart thumping, he shucked off his shirt and undid the top of his pants. His cock sprang up and out the waist band of his boxers and oozed precum.
“Fuck Hermione. You have me leaking like a teenager again. Look at you spread out and taking you spanking like a good girl’
Unhinged in her wanton way of giving herself over to him. He knew she'd be like this. Knew it in his bones.
"Again." Hermione begged. Draco groaned, leaked from the top of his trousers. His cock hard, aching and punching out from where he unzipped himself to settle in-between the globes of Hermione's ass. Draco rewarded his witch with two more slaps, she wiggled after each one.
‘Colour?”
“Green.”
“Next time I’ll have you over my knee when I do this, I’ll make you count each one.” Draco grunted as he finished with one cheek and moved to the other. Watching the bloom of pretty pink colour her flesh. Hermione whimpered and wreathed under his hand.
“God’s yes.” Hermione rolled her hips, let the moment take her. She had never been a part of something so hot. She had imagined a sex life this kinky and the surrealism of it being Draco tanning her ass had her leaking down her thighs.
“Draco. Fuck. I need more- touch me.”
“When I’m done. I told you exactly what I was going to do with your body, and I will.” Draco rumbled as he spanked her two more times in rapid succession.
“Five! That’s five each. Merlin, Draco! Touch me. Touch me. Please. Green. Green.” Hermione begged, hands clawing the wood. “Draco, that was so hot. I want more.”
“Demanding, little thing.” Draco kissed the pink flesh, licking into the valley of her spine. “So stubborn and demanding. I have you.” Draco flipped her again, placing her on the table and dropped to his knee. “Knew you’d be like this.”
Draco forced her willing legs apart and licked a firm strip from her arse whole to her clit before he set to devour her like he promised. Draco was a man incense between her legs. Groans and oaths sworn, pledges muttered, between licks and deep sucking to all parts of her flesh. His mission was to find the spots and ways that made Hermione arch, shake and pant.
Hermione yelped at the change, felt the cool wood press into her heated spanked butt. She moaned and rolled her hips forcing Draco to take her with his mouth. He ate her, licking and sucking her clit deep into his mouth, before spearing his tongue and spelt out the latin name of his star in the sky against her cunt. Claiming her in ways his limitless imagination could come up with.
She was already so close. She felt like light was coming from her toes. She pressed said toes into the muscles of his neck using his shoulder as leverage to she rocked into his mouth. Fisting his hair in her hands. She shattered when he bit down with teeth on her clit.
“Fuck! Fuck! Draco!’ Hermione wailed. “Coming!”
Draco groaned. Letting her ride his face till her shuttering body eased back a bit. Her hands fisted in his hair no longer holding him captive to her cunt. Not that he minded, he would pray at her feet with his tongue in her cunt and die having seen paradise.
He was blissed out on her scent, her pleasure. Finally she was his. Draco licked her clean, rolling his tongue through her folds.
“Divine. You're divine. Can you give me another or do you want me to fuck you?’
“Yes, anything.” Hermione had cupped her own breasts and arched up wards, rolling and pinching her own nipples between sharp nails. Her body felt weightless. Draco stood and dropped his trousers. He fisted himself as he rolled the head of his cock through her folds. Teasing the two of them as he decided how he wanted her.
Draco leaned over her body again and kissed her mouth. “Hermione. My witch. Such a good girl.” Eased himself- just the tip- inside her before pulling out and rocking between the folds of her cut again.
“I want to see you come apart like this.” Draco licked into her mouth. Letting her taste, His face covered in her essence. “ Such temptation to fuck you hard and fast. So incredibly wet for me.”
Draco rolled himself again through her folds, nudging her clit with the head of his cock. Before entering her slowly, feel her part on just the tip of him. He pinched and rolled her clit between his fingers, before he stilled and used his thumb in small steady circles. Trying to mimic what his tongue did on her. He wrote runes from their Hogwarts days against her cunt.
“Just the tip. I want another before I really fuck you. Want to see your eyes roll back in your head.” Draco sucked his thumb into her open panting mouth to wet it. “Come on, give Daddy another.”
Hermione rolled her hips trying to push him deeper, that familiar ache of wanting to be filled taking over, as she shuddered against the table. Draco pinched her inner thigh.
“None of that. I have you, my little fierce lioness. I will give you exactly what you need.’ Draco thumbed her clit. Watching her eyes widen as she gasped. Draco pushed himself just a tiny bit deeper. Holding himself still as he felt her clench and clamping down on the head of him.
“Fucking Hell Granger, my knees could give out with that gripe.” Draco thumbed slow circles to her clit. “Pinch your nipples. Touch them how you like.”
“More!” Hermione pushed up and back as he rocked into her. The head of his cock almost all the way. Teasing her. Her fingers pulled at her breast the way Draco told her too.
“Not yet, I said I want to watch you come again. Give me that orgasm Granger. Now.” Draco tapped two fingers against her slit in rapid succession and watched Hermione squeal as she was thrown over the hedge into another orgasm. His body bow tight and Draco spilt inside her as she milked just the head of his cock with pulsing pelvic muscles. The sudden urge to cum hit him like a freight train and he could no longer hold it back.
“Fucking hell.” Draco pulled out and pumped himself onto her cunt. Watching rope after rope pelt her flesh. “I hope you're on the potion or else you really will be calling me Daddy.”
“What?” Hermione leaned up. Saw Draco’s spend dripping down and out of her. “You came?”
“Don’t act so shocked. If you saw what I witnessed, you'd be hard pressed to not cream either.” Draco chuckled as he stuck two fingers deep inside Hermione and wiggled. Hermione gasped at the feeling and watched as he pulled out his cum. “So hot, you're incredible.”
Draco wiped the cum onto her clit rubbing in the extra spend as he watched Hermione legs shake with each swipe. Before he bent over to lick her again. “So are you?”
“Are you what?” Hermione watched him slowly finger her as she leaned up on elbows, her ankles hooked to the edge of the table and two orgasms deep as he worked her body again.
Draco put an open palm to her belly. “As much as I’d love to tackle a breeding kink I have, one where I really do fuck a baby into you."
Draco wiggled his fingers in a come-hither motion. Adding an extra firm pat at the top as he reached for the special spot. Was rewarded when Hermione sucked in a deep breath. Grew wet against his hand.
Yes, it was decided. He was marrying her.
"Make no mistake Hermione, that one will happen. I'm going to make so many of our fantasies come true. I’d like to take you to dinner first. Have you in my bed first. The potion, are you on it?”
Draco gripped the back of Hermione's neck and he started to steadily push two fingers into her cunt, fucking her on his hand as he brought her lips to his mouth. Kissing her as he listened to the utterly filthy sounds of her cunt dripping because of him. Draco shuddered as he pictured his witch pregnant and standing in his bedroom, gazing at her swollen belly.
Another time. Not yet.
“Yes, Draco. I’m on the potion.” Hermione moaned as she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth biting down on the flesh. “No fathers day cards in the mail for you.”
“The mail?" Draco laughed. “Darling, no you’ll be placing those on my bedside table.”
Draco pulled his fingers from her body and flipped Hermione over. Hauling her up until she bent over the table, on tip toes. Added a quick spank to her bottom just for suggesting it.
The sound reverberated in the office. Hermione wiggled before sending him a look over her shoulder. “How many this time?”
“Naughty minx.”
Draco kicked her feet apart, spreading her wider. He dragged himself against her dripping folds, as she grabbed and held her own ass cheeks apart.
“None. No more tonight.”
Draco held his cock to her, and push deep till he bottom out. The resounding groan between them loud in the office space. All the anticipation leading up to the fulfilling moment.
“Mine.” Draco leaned forward and put his teeth to the flexing muscle of her shoulder. “All mine. Your all mine.”
“Draco-” Hermione moaned, wracked with the complete feeling of finally being fully penetrated.
“No.” Draco, leaned over her body, licked up her spine. Hermione spread open, her hand on either sides of the globes of her delicious little bum. The arch her spine presented to him would be one of the most beautiful displays Draco would ever see in his life. He caught her pert breast in the reflection of the dark windows. “Call me Daddy again.”
“Draco-”
“Fucking hell. You clenched so tight when I ask for it. Turns you on so much. If you could feel what it does to me. Hermione, my witch. All mine. So warm and wet. Daddy now. That's all that leaves your mouth.” Draco's hips stuttered, as he set a steady in and out rhythm. Before he pulled out completely, and smacked her poor ass cheek again.
Needing distraction, he was so close again. Fantasies were about to come true. He needed to take his time. Draco pulled Hermione up all the way so her back fit snuggly against his chest.
“Look at yourself. My gorgeous witch.” Draco nodded to their reflections in the glass. His one hand held her hip as he kept her on her tippy toes, the other snaking its way up her body, till he wrapped a hand around her neck. “Tell me with words this is okay.”
“Yes. I’m good.” Hermione nodded in his loose hold. “Please, I need it.”
“Colour?”
“Green. Need it.”
“I know what you need.” Draco murmured, pressing small kisses to her temple, squeezing slowly her throat in his large palm.
“Give me what I need, Draco.” Draco slipped two fingers into her mouth, while still keeping his grip on her neck. The sight alone of Hermione like this for him altering his brain chemistry.
“I need your words. I need to feel you come apart beneath me as I fuck you. I want you to call me Daddy again, clench on me, as I show you that your perfection was made for me.”
“Green!’ Hermione slurred between his fingers in her mouth.
Draco increased the pressure of his grip a little harder. He snapped his hips hard. Deep slow and dragging thrust as Hermione bounced in his grip. The malfoy signet ring glinted in the light around her throat. Draco swore under his breath. One day, he promised himself. She’d wear his ring too.
“Fuck me Daddy.”
“Hermione, I’m going to fill you so full of cum by the time this night ends. I want to have you in all the ways I’ve dreamed about you.” Draco’s hard thrust dragged against the spot that mad stars danced in her eyes and she watched him take her body. Use her as he fucked her exactly the way she needed.
“So good, Daddy you're so good. I needed this. I need you.”
"My gorgeous girl. So sweet. I knew you'd be like this." Draco spoke as he ran his teeth down her neck, latching onto a spot behind her ear, and sucked hard. Marking her up where he could get away with. "Gonna make you feel so good, and take care of you."
“Yes, Daddy.” Hermione moaned as Draco sucked an intense spot on her neck. He needed more to mark her up all over. “Slower, I want to feel every inch.”
“Fucking hell.”
Draco rested his head against her as he slowed down. His hand squeezing her neck with each drag out, releasing lightly with each timed push into her. Her heat, the smell of her perfume. The sex. He knew the sex would be amazing. But to have her this way. To feel her give into him. Hermione Granger handing herself over to him completely. Draco felt himself swoon in the power he felt. His balls drew up and ached. Not yet he pinched his inner thigh hard.
“Love you saying such filthy things Hermione.” Draco bit into her shoulder muscles, before kissing the sting away, the slow treacherous pace like a gentle wave rolling against the shore. “Again. Say them again.”
Easing deep into her heat pushing that extra inch- deeper and then up, before rolling out just as slow. Hermione whined.
“So deep.” Hermione was all gasping breath now. “So good, fuck me so good. I’m gonna come again. Never felt like this. Don’t stop.”
“I need to see it again.” Draco picked Hermione up again. They were both so close to the edge, Draco could feel his balls tighten, but need to watch her face outweighed everything else. Before taking the two of them back to the chair. He put her in his lap, and dropped her into he cock. The push and angle change had them both panting. “Ride me. Need to watch you.”
Hermione took his face in her hand and she kissed Draco. Begging him with her mouth for something too insane, something too heart-wrenching for the moment to be true. Rocking herself, she could feel how impossibly deep he was inside her. Draco nudged her cervix with each roll forward. The sharpness of it brought clarity back to the moment. Draco’s eye lids half mast, mouth slack as he looked at her. He gave her the last of their time together, put the control of it back in her hands. Put her back on top.
Powerful, she felt incredibly beautiful and powerful. She felt like his.
What a look on such a dangerous man's face. How poignant she thought to herself.
She reached for his neck, and pulled to her rolling body up. Holding him to her and trying to convey her emotions. Draco had always been right there, waiting for her. She squeezed her thighs tight to drop harder back into his lap. She could fuck him back just as good. Show him, as he lost himself in her body again.
“Hermione.” He spoke her name against her lips. Draco was desperate to love this mad witch.
“I know.” Hermione took his mouth again. Kissed him sweetly. “Come with me this time. Then take me home to bed.”
She heard Draco choke on the sharp draw in breath as she clenched hard on his cock.
“I want that date. I want this. You’ve ruined me Draco Malfoy. For anyone else. How have I not already, always been yours all these years?" Memories of Draco always being just step away from her in life, played in her mind. "Friends, partners, lovers. I’m only yours now, Daddy.”
Draco exploded. Stars behind his eye lids, as he forced his eyes open, wanting to watch his witch fly over the edge one more time. She clung to him, their soft moans and the sounds of their sex muffled by each other.
Whatever came after this. Draco knew without a doubt, Hermione was his. There was no going back now.