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It was a Sunday. Which meant several things. There was no post, but that was neither here nor there. More importantly, no one was in the Department Of Mysteries besides Hermione. It also meant that just about every person she knew was in a very public quidditch stadium watching Ginny play right now and not in a place where she could privately send them her patronus even if she did feel as though she could cast a spell while her arms were quite stuck. No, Hermione had no one she could reach out to for help.
She tried to wriggle her body to break free of her confinement, but it was no use. She was truly stuck in the wall separating her office from her lab. Her current research was focused on ghosts and poltergeists—studying the planes of existence through which they moved. Her experiment today was an attempt to travel through that plane herself when the spell had failed spectacularly. The Department had a contingency for this sort of thing. Unspeakables were infamous for getting themselves into tight spots. Hermione rolled her eyes at her accidental pun.
The badge hanging from her neck was her only option. It was a passkey that allowed her entry into the Ministry. But hers, as with all Unspeakables, was charmed to summon an Auror when she called out three times in a row for help.
She loathed the idea of summoning the Auror on call. There was no way to know who it would be. Most of them were useless fools. The rest were actively harmful in delicate situations. But she saw no other option.
“I need help. I need help. I need help.” She said the words as fast as she could, gritting her teeth as she said words she typically avoided at all cost. She heard a noise behind her in the lab. “Hello?”
No response.
Her heart rate picked up. Had no one responded to her call for help? Was she going to be stuck here overnight?
Frantically, she called out again, “I need help, I need help, I need help!”
A chuckle echoed behind her. “Oh, to hear you calling out for me like this. This is my lucky day.”
The voice was familiar.
“Are you aware, Unspeakable Granger, that your robes were hitched up during your journey through the wall and are now stuck up around your hips?”
Now that he mentioned it, she felt a bit of a breeze behind her.
“Black lacy knickers with roses on them. Did you have a date this evening, Granger?” He was close now—not touching her, but she could sense him hovering close.
“I don't have a date,” she rushed to explain. “I just like to wear fancy knickers…actually, this is none of your concern. Get me out. Now.”
“I liked you better when you were begging for help.” The man's voice was posh, aristocratic. She considered who on the Auror team would sound like that. “Theo,” she guessed, “help me right now, or I'll report you to Robards.”
That deep, rumbling chuckle returned. “Guess again, Granger. This is delicious. Maybe I'll just leave. Say I never got a call. You wouldn't even know which Auror to report.”
“Fuck you,” she screamed. Her blood was boiling.
“Ah ah ah. Ask nicely to be let out, and maybe I'll consider it.”
She wished she knew what was happening behind her. The man had stepped back. She could sense that. But she had no way to tell if he was walking away, taking her photo, or even having a wank.
“Cormac, let me out now, and I won't tell your wife what an absolute prick you were to me.”
“Wrong again, sweet cheeks. Getting colder, in fact. I think you should beg me to let you out instead of demanding it. It will be much more effective, I promise.”
Hermione sighed. There was only one other person she knew of on the Auror team with a pretty rich boy accent. “Malfoy will you please, please help me and get me out of this wall? I can't do it without you.”
She hated begging for his help like this, but more than that, she hated how it turned her on. She and Malfoy didn't cross paths often these days. She avoided him steadfastly. But she'd seen him from a distance. She knew how attractive he'd become. How strong and well-muscled he was from his training on the force. How chiseled his jaw was and how soft his hair looked, and now she was begging him for help and fuck if it didn't make her knickers wet.
“See? Was that so hard? And you even said my name for me. What a good girl you are.”
Hermione despised him. He was disgusting. Her cunt clenched at his praise, anyway. She felt empty. “Stop playing this stupid game and get me out of here.”
“I really don't think I will, Granger. I've sent letters of apology, tried to talk to you in person, and done everything I could to speak with you, but you always turn your nose up at me. And now I have you at my disposal. I'm not going to waste this opportunity.”
She rolled her eyes despite knowing full well he couldn't see the action. “Malfoy, I don't owe you anything. Just because you want to apologize doesn't mean I have to listen. And the fact that you don't understand makes it painfully clear that not accepting your overtures was the right call. But if you insist on doing this, could you please walk around to my office and do it to my face instead of my arse?”
“I don't know, Granger. I've grown quite fond of this view… But if you prefer I ‘do it to your face,’ I suppose I could make that work.”
She wiggled her hands in a hopeless attempt to reach for her wand. She was going to hex his damned face off once she was free.
She could hear his footsteps—the sound of his dragon leather wingtips on the tile as he walked slowly to the glass door of her office. His red Auror robes were open, revealing the perfectly tailored suit trousers and a white button-up beneath. The gray trousers were extremely fitted. His blond hair was just a bit grown out, the perfect length to run her fingers through. Damn him and his unfairly good looks.
He tugged on the door, and she watched as a red glow engulfed it—her wards activating.
“Shite,” Hermione cursed.
“Can’t unlock that without your wand, I’m guessing?” Draco was smirking, and it was irksome how handsome he looked while doing so. “I will just have to suffer through helping you from your better side.” He turned and left, heading back towards her lab.
Hermione tried to hold in her laugh, but even she had to admit it was a good joke. And she did have a superb arse.
She could feel his presence before he spoke. She wondered just how much he really appreciated his current view—enough to do something about it.
“Hold still. I don’t want to lop off a limb as I try to phase you the rest of the way through because you were squirming.” His voice was stern, and though she thought he was probably kidding, she obeyed anyway.
She felt the tingle of his magic suffuse her body. It felt oddly warm, gentle. But disappointingly, nothing happened.
“I’m still stuck in a wall,” she told him needlessly.
“I see that, Granger. I think I’m going to have to, erm, touch you. For the spell. Do I have your consent?”
“Yes,” she agreed, probably a bit too readily. If he noticed how she’d leaped at the opportunity, he was kind enough not to mention it, which meant he probably hadn’t noticed it. He rested his hand on the small of her back, just over the little dimples above her arse. His hand was so large, spanning most of her body. He’d avoided touching her anywhere, too inappropriate, but by avoiding her arse and knickers, he was instead touching her bare skin.
“Alright. Let’s try this again.”
Hermione stilled, though her body ached to arch into him, to seek more of his heat.
His magic tingled as it traveled up her spine. It settled between her thighs, around her nipples, seeking out her pleasure points, as though his mind had a split focus as he cast the spell.
“Damn it, Granger, it’s like you’ve become fused with the fucking wall.” He was frustrated. She could hear it in his voice. “What kind of insane magic were you attempting?”
“I can’t speak about it. That’s kind of the thrust of the whole job.”
His hand tensed on her back before lifting and swatting her, just above the curve of her arse. “You little brat.”
Hermione tried to keep from whimpering, but the noise escaped her anyway.
“Interesting.” he tutted. “Granger, are you…aroused right now?”
“How dare you fucking ask that, Malfoy.” She hoped she sounded convincing.
“That wasn’t a no.” His hand skimmed lower, grazing over the waistband of her silky black knickers. “Tell me to stop.”
She didn’t.
His hand disappeared, and she groaned at the loss.
A loud smack rang through the room as his hand connected with her arse again. It stung, but it also felt so fucking good. Her cunt clenched. She needed more.
“I can tell you liked that, you dirty little slut.” Malfoy growled.
“God, do you ever just shut the fuck up?” Hermione shouted over her shoulder.
He dragged his fingers lower, finding the gusset of her knickers and shoving them to the side. “Your words say you hate me, but your cunt says it loves me.”
She could feel herself dripping on his fingers. “Well, if you aren’t going to set me free, the least you can do is get me off.”
“Why the fuck would I care if you came or not?” He asked as he shoved his fingers inside her.
She screamed at the unexpected intrusion. Moaning as he curled his fingers, pressing deep inside of her.
“I’m not sure if you can handle my cock, Granger.” He scissored his fingers, taking inventory of her.
She scoffed, even as she began to pant, her body responding to his touch. “That sounds like you’re afraid you couldn’t make me come.”
“Oh, that’s adorable. I could make you come more than you ever have in your life. It’s my special talent.”
“You think you can make me come more than four times in a row?”
“Easy.”
“Prove it.”
His hands grasped her knickers, pulling them painfully tight against her sensitive cunt. A rush of cool air hit her arse and the dampness between her thighs as he tore the tiny scrap of fabric in two, letting it fall from her body.
She was shocked when his warm tongue glided over her cunt. She hadn’t expected that. In her mind, she could picture him, on his knees, between her thighs, his face buried in her cunt, slick with her honey. Her pussy throbbed at the thought. He wasn’t gentle. Sucking at her clit, lapping at her core, working hard and fast. She shivered as her orgasm approached. She was right on the edge already. He speared her with his tongue, once, twice. His thumb found her tight bud, circling it slowly, a direct contrast to the way he was devouring her.
“Shit, Malfoy, yes,” she screamed as the wave of pleasure surged through her.
He kept up the pace, the slow, tortuous drag of his thumb combined with the frantic licking and sucking at her core. The orgasm shattered her, her cunt trembling as she came powerfully on his tongue.
She waited for him to slow, to stop, her breath shuddering as she tried to regain her composure, to comprehend what they’d just done. But he didn’t slow down for even a second. Even as she felt him readjusting his posture, moving to wrap his lips around her clit, he never stopped touching her, fucking her, with his fingers, mouth, and tongue. He slipped two long fingers inside of her cunt, curling them and pressing against her clit from the inside.
“Fuck, oh gods, that feel—shit, oh yes,” she was babbling, not making any kind of coherent sense as her second orgasm hit her just moments after her first. She was a mess, coated in her own arousal as her cunt fluttered around his fingers. She clamped around them, needing to feel something solid inside of her as she came. Electricity shot up her spine as he responded, pressing into that perfect spot, deepening her orgasm, strengthening it.
“Your pussy is so pretty, Granger. Fucking knew it would be. All pink and puffy and slick for me. If only your mouth were as sweet as your cunt.”
Hermione didn’t give a fuck about the insults or the implication that he’d thought about this before, because the moment he stopped talking, his mouth returned to her clit. He pressed his face deep, his hands finding her arse and pressing himself against her soaking center. “Careful, you need to breathe,” she cautioned even as her own breath was stolen from her, his tongue tapping against her clit in an intoxicating rhythm.
“Don’t.” He said the word in a gasping breath before sucking on her clit hard. Her thighs trembled. She honestly didn’t know how much more she could withstand before her legs simply gave out.
“Don’t what?” she asked, trying to stay focused on his words as she felt a third orgasm rushing up to greet her.
“Don’t need to breathe.” His mouth was back on her. He held her steady as he rocked his mouth against her, fucking her with his face.
“Wh-what? Of course you—oh, oh, Oh.” She couldn’t finish her thought; it left her completely as her mind went blank, and the shuddering delicious pleasure whited out everything else. There was no office, no wall, no words, just him and her and the insane, almost painful clutch of her pussy as she came again. She was quivering, sweating, screaming.
“You taste so good, Granger, could stay down here for ages, just eating this perfect little cunt.”
Something in the tone of his voice made Hermione believe him. She wasn’t sure if that excited her or terrified her.
But rather than doing as he said, he began to shift again. She couldn’t tell what was happening, and she felt on edge, wondering what he would do. Perhaps she’d won. Three orgasms wasn’t greater than four—despite being fucked stupid, she still knew that.
“I think you should just about be able to take my cock now, Granger.”
That was all the warning she got before the fat head of his cock was pressed against her cunt and shoved inside of her. The noises were obscene. She could hear how wet she was as he pushed inside her tight channel.
She was already so turned on, so overstimulated, that simply the feeling of him stretching her wide had her close again. But she wasn’t going to give it to him. He wasn’t going to win this. She could hold off. He slipped out nearly all the way— just the tip of his cock resting inside of her. He slammed against her again. Her stomach muscles tightened, and her nipples ached. She wished for the use of her hands—wanted to touch herself, pinch her heavy breasts. And as he pounded into her, every thought of holding off, making him loose, flew right out of her head. His body smacked against hers, making a distinct slapping sound that echoed throughout both rooms.
“That’s right, you self-righteous little swot, take my fucking cock.”
Hermione squeezed her inner muscles in retaliation to his harsh words.
He let out a hiss, his thrusts stopping and his hands holding her in place.
“Oh, you tricky little slut. Are you trying to make me come before I’m ready?”
“Well, it will only work if you have no stamina, Malfoy. Do you have a problem lasting?”
He pinched her arse in response. It sent a painful zip shooting straight to her clit. “You just came three times on my tongue, and you think I have a stamina problem?”
Hermione laughed, “I mean, those things aren’t really related? Can you hold off from coming in my cunt or not?”
His fingers slipped between her folds, toying with her. She angled her hips, trying to get him to touch her where she needed it.
“Who’s the desperate one now, Granger?” his voice low and laced with amusement.
“So…close,” she panted.
“That's what I thought. Give me another one. It’s fucking mine. Who’s fucking you right now? Say my name.”
Hermione grunted, biting her tongue to keep herself from giving him what he wanted.
His fingers stilled. “Fucking say it.”
She whimpered. “You are fucking me. You are, Draco.”
He pumped into her hard and fast, his fingers pressing in that perfect spot that made her come so damned well. Her cunt gripped his thick cock in an erratic rhythm as she lost herself in the intense feel of it, falling over into pure bliss, her muscles held taught as her vision whitted out and the rush of release ran up to meet her.
“How many times have I made you come?” he asked smugly.
“Four times.” Her voice was breathy, her resistance completely gone. She’d do anything he asked. She’d never felt so good, so spent. It was incredible.
“Good girl. And What does that mean?”
“That you win.”
“Well, really, Granger, you won too. Four orgasms? You greedy girl.”
“Mmm,” she moaned, not bothering to disagree.
“And now I am going to give you another gift. I’m going to fill this tight, needy pussy up with my come. Would you like that?”
Without waiting for an answer, he started to pick up his pace again. His thick length spread her open and hit deep inside.
“Can’t wait to see you with my cum dripping out this pussy. Are you on the potion, Granger? Or am I going to fill you up with my seed and watch you walking around this office with my child in your belly? Our own private little secret?”
“I’m on birth control,” she whined as he fucked into her hard and fast.
“Pity. Maybe it will fail.”
Her pussy fluttered at his words.
“Shit, Granger, are you going to come again? Thinking about being full with my child gets you off? Shit, you’re squeezing me so hard. Gonna make me come.”
She began to cry, tears running down her face from the intensity of the pleasure. Her screams filled the room as she came for a fifth time, taking him with her over the cliff.
His thrusts studdered, and then she could feel it—his cock pulsing inside of her as he came and came and came. His never-ending release filled her with his warmth. She rocked back, pushing him deeper, keeping every drop of him pressed inside of her cunt.
“Yeah, take it. Let me fill you up,” he groaned. “Fuck yes.”
After an eternity of him spilling into her, he finally stilled. He leaned against her, taking deep, shuddering breaths. “Granger, I think you just killed me.”
She laughed softly. “It’s mutual.”
He slowly pulled out, leaving her in a mess of their joint releases. She could feel it dribbling out of her and traveling down her already sticky thighs.
“Can you clean me up before we figure out how to get me out of here?”
“Draco?”
Nothing
“Draco Malfoy, if you leave me here like this, I will end you. Do you hear me?”
Silence.
“Fuck!” she screamed as loud as she could, her frustration boiling over.
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“Gods, it’s fun to mess with you. Just grabbed my bag from my office. Come on. Let’s get you out of here.”
“You scared the shit out of me, you stupid arse. Wait, you know how to get me out of here?”
“I figured it out a while back. Just gonna apparate you. You ready?”
She sighed. “Yes. Very much so.”
“Good. By the way? I’m taking you to mine.”