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Hermione patted Draco on the chest and stepped out of his hold. Draco watched as she crossed the study to stand in front of their desk. |
She turned to face him, looking stern and Draco wondered what happened to warrant such a change in her mood. Hermione leaned her hip against the desk and crossed her arms over her chest. |
"Mr. Malfoy," Hermione said to him in a commanding voice, "my assistant tells me that you have a proposal I simply must hear." |
Draco stood looking at her. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. What did she want from him? Surely she wasn’t demanding a marriage proposal. |
Hermione arched an eyebrow at him. He caught the faintest quirk of her mouth before she spoke again. "Mr. Malfoy, I don’t have all day to stand here watching you gape like a fish. I have many Wizengamot matters to attend to, and I only granted you this meeting because my assistant assured me that it would be worth my t... |
Draco’s jaw snapped shut as he finally caught on to Hermione’s game. He grinned roguishly at her from across the study and locked the doors with a flick of his wand. |
"Yes, Ms, Granger," he said with an aristocratic drawl, "I have a proposition for you that I believe we may both find mutually beneficial." |
Hermione straightened and walked toward him, meeting him halfway. "Mr. Malfoy, did you know that I have been waiting for such an occurrence since I became a Wizengamot council member?" |
Draco arched an eyebrow at her. "And what exactly have you been waiting for, Ms. Granger?" |
"The opportunity to make you beg, Mr. Malfoy," Hermione stated. |
Hermione started to circle him, like a lioness hunting her prey. Draco stood up straighter and smoothed down the lapels of his jacket. |
"You are mistaken, Ms. Granger. A Malfoy never begs," Draco said with pretend stiffness, though other parts of his anatomy were becoming noticeably stiffer with Hermione’s commanding tone. |
Hermione stopped circling and looked challengingly up at him. "We’ll see about that. What exactly are you proposing, Mr. Malfoy?" she questioned him sharply. |
"An alliance, Ms. Granger," Draco suggested with haughty stiffness. |
"An alliance," Hermione said breathlessly. |
Draco looked down at her. She seemed a bit overwhelmed and was breaking character. Hopefully, she didn’t think that this was the way that he would propose to her. |
"Yes, Ms. Granger, an alliance. You are new to your position within the Wizengamot. I can provide you with the funds and social connections to fuel the no doubt endless projects you have in mind," Draco said, resuming his aristocratic drawl. |
Hermione took a deep breath and stiffened her shoulders. She resumed the role of stern, Wizengamot council member. "And how exactly would you benefit from this alliance, Mr. Malfoy?" |
Good girl, Draco thought. This was only a game they were playing. He had to think about how he was really going to propose though. Hermione looked at him like she was expecting an answer and he shoved thoughts of his real proposal aside. |
"The Malfoys would benefit from tying our name to your many good works," Draco made up on the spot. It wasn’t something that Malfoys in the past would suggest and knowing this, Hermione arched an eyebrow at him. |
Draco broke character for a moment and just shrugged at her. It was only a game after all. |
"As interesting as your proposal is, Mr. Malfoy, I’m afraid I’m going to need more convincing," Hermione said, walking away from him and moving to sit on the sofa. |
She looked expectantly over the back of the sofa at him. Draco moved to sit on the couch near her. He took her hand in his. |
"Ms. Granger, how can I convince you of the seriousness of my offer?" Draco asked. |
"I’m sure that such a powerful and handsome man such as yourself can find a way to convince me of the ardor of your proposal," Hermione said suggestively. |
Finally, Draco thought, they were getting to the fun part of the game. |
Draco slid off the couch and kneeled before Hermione. She arched an eyebrow at him. |
"I thought Malfoys didn’t beg, Mr. Malfoy." |
Draco took Hermione’s stilettoed foot in his hands. He slid the shoe off and massaged her foot. Hermione’s head dropped back, and she hummed in appreciation. |
"This isn’t begging, Ms. Granger," Draco said huskily. He slid the other shoe off and gave her other foot the same treatment. "This is appreciation for all the hard work you do." |
Hermione hummed again. "I like your method of showing appreciation." |
Draco’s hands moved up to massage her calf. "We Malfoys know how to show appreciation to those that help them." |
Draco switched to massaging her other calf. |
Hermione opened her legs a little for him. "I cannot wait to see how else a Malfoy shows his appreciation." |
Draco grinned wolfishly at her. His hands slid up to each of her legs. He ran his thumbs along the inside of her thighs and opened her further for him, pushing the skirt of her dress up as he went. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, and his cock strained against his trousers. |
"May I continue to show my appreciation, Ms. Granger?" Draco asked. He wanted to make sure that she was still willing to play this game before they continued with anything more sexual. |
"I am still not satisfied that you are serious about your proposal, Mr. Malfoy," Hermione purred. |
Draco chuckled. "I can assure you, Ms. Granger; you will be fully satisfied with my proposal by the end of our meeting." |
Hermione laughed joyfully. "I can’t wait to see what else you have up your sleeve to convince me, Mr. Malfoy." |
Draco leaned forward and crushed his mouth to hers. Hermione tugged on his tie to keep him from pulling back. She bit his lower lip lightly, and Draco growled into her mouth. Her tongue twined with his in a battle for dominance. She tasted of the granola bar she’d eaten earlier, and Draco remembered that they hadn’t ea... |
Draco reached behind Hermione and slipped down the zipper of her dress. He unhooked the clasp of her bra while he was there. |
Hermione pulled the sleeves of her dress down and off so that the top of her champagne and black lace dress pooled around her waist. Draco pulled off the nude bra that hung limply on her. |
Draco licked his lips in appreciation at the sight of her full breasts and pink nipples tightened in arousal. |
"You’re absolutely perfect," Draco said. |
Draco cupped her neck in one hand and kissed his way down the other side. His hand slid down her shoulder to cup a fleshy globe. Hermione moaned loudly as his thumb flicked across her nipple. |
Draco laved at her collarbone. He moved down to suck her taut nipple into his mouth. He pulled hard on her peak and pinched her other between his thumb and forefinger. |
Hermione’s hand came up and gripped his head in her hand. Her hand threaded almost painfully into his hair as she grasped him to her so forcefully. |
"Oh God, yes!" Hermione shouted. |
Draco looked up to find Hermione’s head thrown back in pleasure. The creamy expanse of her throat was taut and flushed. Her curls cascaded wildly down her back. |
Draco switched his worshipful attention to her other breast, sucking and flicking the sensitive flesh with his tongue. |
"I need more, Draco," Hermione beseeched him. |
Draco sat back on his haunches. He took her hands in his. "Stand up. Let’s get this dress off of you," he instructed as he helped her to stand. |
Hermione stood on shaky legs. She reached out and smoothed his hair down. Draco looked up at her to find her smiling down at him. Her eyes seemed to glow gold with emotion. |
"I love you," he whispered to her. |
"I love you too, Mr. Malfoy," Hermione answered impishly. |
He grinned up at her as he started to tug her dress down off her hips. Or at least tried to. The dress was stuck on her hips and wouldn’t budge. He was half tempted to rip the thing off when Hermione giggled at him. |
"You have to unzip it the rest of the way," she told him. |
Draco could feel his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He reached behind her and found the tab of the zipper. He pulled it down the rest of the way and the lace and satin slip effortlessly down her hips to pool at her feet. |
Draco smiled to see her lack of undergarments. He raised an eyebrow at her. |
"No knickers, Ms. Granger. How naughty." |
Hermione let loose a throaty chuckle. "Yes, it’s a personal rule of mine not to wear knickers under my dresses. I find it rather freeing." |
"I’ll have to remember that, Ms. Granger," Draco responded. |
Hermione sat back down on the sofa. Draco gripped her knees and pulled her so that her bum was perched on the edge of the couch. |
"Such beauty, Ms. Granger. I am in awe," Draco complimented her. |
Hermione reached out and grasped Draco’s hand in hers. He kissed the tips of her fingers before he moved his legs out from under him so that he could sit more comfortably between her open thighs. |
He admired the beauty spread out before him. Hermione’s wild curls were cascading behind her and onto the cushions of the couch. She was propped up on her elbows. The position thrust her breasts up. Those luscious milky breasts with their dark pink, hardened nipples. The slight bump she had between her hips where she c... |
"So beautiful," Draco murmured and kissed the inside of her thigh. |
He kissed and licked his way up to the apex of her thighs. Hermione was writhing in his hold as he kissed his way closer to her core. Draco chuckled when Hermione let out a groan of frustration as he moved to her other thigh and started kissing his way up. |
Draco bit the inside of her thigh close to her dripping pussy. He smiled at Hermione’s hissed "yes" as he gave her nether lips one tentative swipe of his tongue. Her back arched even further on the couch, and she wrapped a leg around his shoulders and used it to urge him to continue. |
"So greedy, Ms. Granger," Draco purred. |
Hermione looked down at him. "Don’t tease me, Mr. Malfoy. I will not be pleased." |
"Whatever the lady desires," Draco murmured. |
Draco sucked her clit into his mouth. He flicked the bundle of nerves rapidly with his tongue. Hermione’s hand came down on his head, and she gripped his hair again. |
"Don’t stop, don’t stop," she panted. |
Draco kept up his ministrations on her clit and moved his hand so that he could circle the entrance of her pussy with his fingers. He coated his first two fingers in her juices and slipped them slowly into her eager cunt. |
Hermione started flexing her hips as she rode his fingers. Draco had a difficult time keeping his hold on her clit. He settled for firm licks to the bud in time to her thrusting movements. He curled his fingers to stroke the top wall of her pussy. She was gripping his fingers tightly with her approaching orgasm. |
Hermione stiffened and started shuddering. Her cries of pleasure echoed off the walls of the study. Draco kept stroking her until she collapsed on the sofa in a boneless heap. Hermione was panting heavily. She brushed a curl off her face and looked at him with a sigh of pleasure. |
"Is my lady satisfied?" Draco asked playfully. He slipped his fingers out of her pussy and brought the glistening digits to his mouth. |
"I believe there is one more thing you could do for our mutual satisfaction, Mr. Malfoy," Hermione responded. |
Draco stood and looked down at Hermione. He shook his legs to get the feeling back into his feet. |
"And what would that be, Ms. Granger?" Draco asked. |
"Take off your clothes," Hermione ordered. |
"As you wish, Ms. Granger," Draco responded. |
Draco loosened his tie and pulled it over his head. He dangled the tie over Hermione’s stomach and breasts, tickling her with its silky texture. Hermione snatched the tie out of his grasp. |
"Continue," she ordered. |
Draco laughed as he complied with her demand. He worked his cufflinks out of their holes and dropped them onto the table. He then started unbuttoning his shirt. Draco kept a smoldering gaze on Hermione as he dropped his shirt onto the floor. He broke his gaze with her long enough to pull his undershirt up and over his ... |
"So handsome, Mr. Malfoy," she purred at him. |
Hermione’s hands clenched into the cushion of the sofa as if she were resisting the urge to reach out and stroke her hands down his chest. |
He kicked off his shoes as he worked open the buckle of his belt. Hermione looked hungrily up at him as he unzipped and unbuttoned the fly of his trousers. Her hot gaze focused on what would next be uncovered. He dropped his pants and stepped out of them. Draco stood before her in his black boxer briefs that showed off... |
"You seem eager at the prospect of finalizing this alliance, Mr. Malfoy," Hermione said. |
"Very eager, Ms. Granger," Draco admitted as he pushed his boxers down his legs and let gravity take care of the rest once they got past his knees. |
Draco palmed his cock and stroked it a few times. Hermione hummed and licked her lips. |
"I have a feeling we’re going to work very well together, Mr. Malfoy," Hermione said. |
Hermione shifted so that she was lying across the length of the sofa. Draco got onto the sofa and knelt between her legs. He drew her legs up, and she wrapped them around his waist. |
Draco propped himself up on his elbows over Hermione. He stroked her cheek with a thumb. |
"You’re the most amazing witch I’ve ever met," Draco told her in admiration. |
Tears glistened in Hermione’s eyes. She brought up her hand to his cheek and mirrored his hold on her. |
"I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you in my life," she told him, her voice husky with emotion. |
"Always and forever," Draco told her. |
"Make love to me, Draco." |
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