Hermione hated parties. Especially office parties with their watered down booze and soggy finger sandwiches. And that great big room full of awkward small talk with all her husband’s coworkers and their spouses.
She normally found any excuse to skip them. But not this time.
Lately her husband had been coming home from work smelling like piss. Either he was having accidents and he was too embarrassed to tell her. Or more likely, someone in the office was being mean to him, and he was too embarrassed to tell her.
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Hermione sipped her watery punch and looked around the room at all these people. She couldn’t imagine Ron being intimidated by any of them.
And then she noticed two men, Vincent and Gregory she heard their names were, snickering and sneaking away from the party.
She supposed they could be the ones bullying her husband, so she followed them. And her instincts were right because they went into Ron’s office! But unfortunately they locked the door behind them.
Even through the door Hermione could hear laughter and the familiar liquid gushing sound of someone urinating. Then two someones.
She supposed she knew why her husband always smelled like pee now. With Vincent and Gregory peeing in his office. She would go inform their boss immediately.
Only, when she turned around that’s exactly who she bumped into.
“Mr. Malfoy.” Hermione smiled up at him. She was happy to see him, although she did wonder what he was doing down this hallway away from the party. At her husband’s office.
“Miss Weasley.” He responded.
She informed him that it was actually Granger. That she didn’t take her husband’s last name.
She startled when Grabbe and Goyle came out of Ron’s office behind her.
“All yours boss!” They laughed as they passed.
“What did they mean by that?” Hermione asked Draco.
Draco chuckled awkwardly. Not wanting to admit to Hermione that he’d been using her husband’s office as a toilet.
Hermione looked through the door at the thoroughly piss-stained carpet from just how often the floor had been peed on. At the fresh puddle of pee on Ron’s desk and the dark wet splotch soaking his chair from Vincent and Gregory.
He could see on her face that she already knew. She knew he was about to go have a piss in there.
“I want it to stop.” She said.
Draco chuckled again.
“I can’t do that.” He said.
“I can’t have him coming home everyday smelling like piss.” Hermione said.
Draco smiled his cruel wicked smile at Hermione.
“That’s not a problem. I promise I’ll start sending him home showered and in fresh clothes.”
Hermione considered that. She knew she really should argue to have her husband not be peed on at work at all. But as long as he came home clean and she didn’t have to deal with it, she honestly didn’t care if Draco peed on him. Or if Vincent and Gregory peed on him.
She really didn’t care if the the entire office used him as a urinal, just as long as she didn’t have to deal with the mess after.
Hermione smirked up at Draco as she shook his hand.
“A shower and clean clothes before he comes home.” Hermione repeated.
Draco accepted her hand and returned her smirk.
“Show me how you do it.” Hermione said.
Draco didn’t understand.
“Ron’s been complaining about pee leaking from his ceiling. You don’t usually just walk right into his office and pee in it like Gregory and Vincent just did. You do it upstairs. Show me how.” Hermione demanded.
Draco was actually excited to get to show off the modifications to his office. He’d actually had some new ones put in.
He led Hermione upstairs and let her pop open all his secret holes into the office below.
“Ron never tried to stand up for himself? Stop you from peeing on him?” She asked.
“Once.” Draco remembered, unable to keep the smirk off his face.
“And?” Hermione prompted.
“I shit on him.” Draco said. “He didn’t mind my piss so much after that. I still shit on him once in a while, just because.”
Draco showed Hermione his guilty pleasure. That one of the chairs in the small waiting area of his ridiculously large office was bolted down to the floor, and that the seat lifted up to reveal that it was secretly a toilet.
“This is new.” He admitted. He preferred to go shit on Weasley in person, but he did occasionally, or several times a week, like to drop a log from the comfort of his office. And it was even better knowing where he was dropping it.
He expected Hermione to look disgusting. To leave his office and slam the door. Instead she was clearly trying to hide a smile.
He didn’t say a word when she slid her panties off under her dress and sat on his personal office toilet.
He just watched as Hermione relieved herself into her husband’s office.
It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life. Ron’s wife in a beautiful dress. She should yell at him for creating such a cruel device for his own convenience and for her husband’s torment. She could piss wherever she liked. Draco wouldn’t fault her for peeing in his office in vengeance. But she was choosing to piss right into Ron’s office. For fun.
When Hermione finished, Draco helped her stand.
“That felt really good!” Hermione admitted.
Draco couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t resist the attraction he felt for this incredible sexy woman.
He kissed her. And she wrapped her arms around him and kissed back. Desperately.
There was toilet paper right there. He usually dropped the used wads into Ron’s office as he wiped his ass.
But he stopped Hermione from reaching for the roll.
He lifted her up and put her down on top of his desk.
He didn’t waste a second dropping to his knees to lick Hermione clean. He thought she might protest. Tell him that they shouldn’t. That she’s married.
He expected her to stop him. Even if he really didn’t want her to.
But he was surprised to feel Hermione’s hand fist in his hair and pull him to her. Guiding him toward her dripping pussy.
She tasted like a mix of piss and arousal. Salty and sweet. He buried his face in her and licked.
Hermione closed her eyes and rocked her hips up into Draco’s eager tongue. She felt no shame. Just pleasure. As her husband’s boss and tormenter licked her until she came.
After, there was a pause. A moment that should have been awkward. But Hermione and Draco looked at each other and started to laugh. And then Hermione asked Draco to show her how he makes it “leak” in her husband’s office.
Draco could have cum in his pants. Unzipping in front of his desk, in front of Hermione spread legged and dripping wet.
But she closed her legs and sat up to watch eager-eyed as Draco urinated into the hole under his desk. Emptying his bladder down into Ron’s office.
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The two returned to the party. Draco with Hermione’s panties stuffed in his pocket.
They were spared having to make small talk by Crabbe and Goyle rushing up to inform Hermione that her husband was stuck in the bathroom.
By “stuck” they meant that they had given him a wedgie and hung his underwear from the coat rack.
And it wasn’t that they couldn’t get him down. It was just that they didn’t want to.
Hermione rolled her eyes. She told Draco that she thought it really was the boss’s job to deal with employee shenanigans.
He couldn’t promise Hermione that he wouldn’t dunk her husband’s head in the toilet if he went in the bathroom to let him down. She didn’t stop him.
Then she went to get herself another glass of that horrible watery punch. Free alcohol was still free alcohol.
And if she needed to pee again, now she knew where there was a great private bathroom. Unfortunately for Ron.
Maybe she’d even get Draco to “wipe” her pussy again.