A steady tick of the ornate clock added to the consistent hum of paper flicking, quill scribbling filling the DMLE mid-morning. In the distance, there seemed to be a thud of hurried feet threatening to disturb the morning piece. The air in the room crackled with tension before the large brown doors were pushed open by harried-looking Harry Potter, followed by the slam of closure by a very irate Draco Malfoy.
“Potter, you cannot be serious-“
Harry scoffed, “She’s your partner-“
“Funnily enough, I’m aware. That’s how I know she’s only been out of St Mungo’s for a week and is in no way ready to get back into the field.”
“And that is why it’s a simple reconnaissance. She’ll have a cuppa and keep an eye out. Besides she wants to do it.”
Passing glances from colleagues did nothing to deter the pair from their discussion, Ron Weasley quirked an eyebrow at his best friend; the two exchanged a smirk.
Draco Malfoy ran his hand through his hair tousling it out of place in frustration, “That’s bollocks and you know it. She doesn’t know what-“
“I’m sure I can decide what I’m okay with, Malfoy.” stepping into Head Auror Potter’s office, Hermione Granger glared at her Partner. “A week of recon in a hotel sounds delightful and I’ll be damned if anyone else gets Dolohov before I do.”
Draco froze, “Granger, welcome back.”
“Sure. Thanks for the sugar quill basket-“
“Mippy sent it over, we felt the quills might be the easier treat given your injuries.”
“Hmm, how thoughtful… anyway, Harry get those details to me. I’m headed home to pack.”
Hermione turned on her heel, the door opening with a silent spell as she strode out.
The tension in the room eased by a degree as Harry watched Draco stare at the shut door. He wondered if the Aurors would ever admit their feelings for each other, he felt that he was doomed to watch their love destroy his best friend.
With an infinitesimal shake of Draco’s head, the words in Harry’s mouth decided to lay down their weapons, if just for today. And with that, Draco Malfoy exited the room and made his way to his personal Floo in his and Hermione’s shared office.
“Granger’s House.”, Draco’s voice was low and steady as the green flames of the Floo ruptured around him and placed him in Hermione’s home.
“Next time you feel the need to assert your need to own me, rather not and fuck off instead.”, Hermione’s tone held no humour nor did she look up from her overnight bag as she spelled it to shrink enough to fit into her pocket.
A tremor ran through Draco’s left hand, a side-effect of the War, one too many Cruciatus’ aimed his way, that seemed to crop up whenever he felt anxious. Steeling his mind and emotions with practised ease he ran through the various scenarios his next move would take him to, Granger was too angry to listen. “So we won’t be talking now, is that it?”
“Best you leave and ‘talk’ to your wife. Off you fuck.”
Hermione’s brows furrowed with irritation as she heard Draco stomp his way back to the Floo calling out his home. At least he finally heard her and returned to his martial domicile. Hermione muttered curses under her breath, she knew her predicament was as much her fault as it was his. However, in her case, she wasn’t the one breaking any vows, all she did was fall in love with her partner and cross all boundaries of professionalism by desperately wanting to feel his arms around her. Did it help that she knew he felt the same way? No. Or that he had relentlessly bullied her throughout their childhood? Also, no. But he has spent every second of their time working together and moments after the war apologising in the ways that matter, not just to her but to their world. She felt her anger simmer down and immediately reminded herself that he had thrown himself into a betrothal contract all because he refused to be vulnerable and confess his feelings. And now he was married and she was left to live a life of loneliness and far too many cats without ever having felt the lips of Draco Malfoy.
Brushing the tears off her cheeks and securing her wand to the holster around her shoulders, Hermione Apparated to Phuket, blinking the sunlight out of her eyes she looked around and found herself in an abandoned bar. Having checked herself in at the Ashlee Hotel and settled into her room, Hermione could see why the space was chosen - the hotel was enormous and set in a nondescript part of the city. The sparse room was comfortable enough, she laid out case files along the vanity the largest photo of Antonin Dolohov staring back at her from a cell in Azkaban, a cell that she was desperate to get him back in.
A pop of Apparition jolted Hermione from her thoughts as she simultaneously drew out her wand, on the other end of it was Draco Malfoy, “Gods dammit, Draco! What in Merlin’s name are you doing here?!”
“Hello to you too, partner.” he said wryly.
Holstering her wand, “This was a solo mission, partner. You can head back to Astoria now I’m-”
“Need I remind you the reason you’ve been in St Mungo’s was due to Dolohov. Broken ribs and a collapsed lung aren’t exactly walk in Hogsmeade, Granger.”
“Neither is being here with you.” muttering under her breath, Hermione turned back to the open case files and tried to focus on reviewing the particulars. Dolohov was last seen across the Ashlee Hotel using the Muggle street market as a cover, funny considering how much he hated them. She tuned out the sound of Draco rustling behind her muttering about the singular bed in the room, a line of questioning that filled her with even more irritation - this was meant to be a solo mission.
Late afternoon began to turn to night, the last rays of the sun giving way to the vibrancy of Phuket at night, all of which was lost on Hermione Granger who had spent the last hours pouring over every drop of information from their informant as she took notes and focused on her strategy for the next week of reconnaissance.
Draco had had enough of waiting. He had give her time to cool off, focus on the task at hand whilst digging himself into a mental hole, “Are you ready to talk are we to continue with this petty charade?”
“No actually. I’m ready for you to leave so I can take my potions get some sleep.”
“Well that’s too bad.”, making himself comfortable Draco dropped to ther bed before resting his head against the headboard, all whilst staring directly at Hermione, urging her to make the next move.
“Malfoy, I can’t do this anymore. This might seem like a game, like I’m enjoying it but I promise you that’s the furthest thing from the truth.”
“Then talk to me Granger. Look at me and tell me why you took the curse meant for me.”
“You know why.”
“No, I’ve made assumptions. But you’ve said nothing to me.”
“I don’t want to do-”
“You’ve been my friend for the last 6 years. We’ve been on missions together, drank too much elven wine, seen the best and worst of wizardkind and each other and you can’t even tell me the truth.”
“That’s a load of bollocks and you know it. You couldn’t tell me the truth until after you married her. You’ve ruined me, Draco.” Hermione sat on the edge of the bed, arms around her body as she quietly sobbed. “I took that hit because I love you. I’ve loved you for years. I shared more of myself with you than anyone else and you couldn’t allow a moment of vulnerability. One godsdammed moment of honesty!”
“Because I don’t deserve you, Hermione! And if you had felt a single inkling of what I felt for you, you would have seen it.” Watching her cry filled Draco with desolation, “I should have told you. I should have been honest.” Draco woke up from the bed and walked towards Hermione as if every movement hurt, he longed to caress her cheek and breathe in the scent of curls so deeply that it would never leave, instead, he sat next to her as gently as he could and placed his arms around her. The heat of his touch startled Hermione for just a moment before her tear-filled eyes stared into his, it was as if he could hear the rapid beating of her heart and he could not stop himself from moving towards her.
“Please forgive me.” the last word finally placed their lips in contact with only the barest of touches. It felt like a bolt of lightning had been shot through Hermione as her entire body filled with tension, before she could rationalise her next move, she threw her lips onto Dracos, an agonised moan falling into her mouth as they clung to each other. This was less a kiss and more the meeting of two magnetised forces, bound to each other through desperation and need. Hermione rose from the bed as Draco pulled her onto his lap, the fingers on his right curling their way up the back of her neck and grabbing a fist full of her hair to bring her closer to him.
“Your taste… I’ll never have enough,” Draco muttered nonsense to Hermione as she panted at the feel of his tongue licking her lips, he stopped for a second as he held onto her face and gently bit her right cheek before continuing to kiss a trail down her neck.
Hermione drew her shaking hands to Draco’s oxford shirt and began to unbutton it unable to stop herself from pulling away to lick across his chest, his moan sending a flood to her knickers.
Draco slowly began to remove Hermione’s clothes, taking his time as his eyes widened to take in the sight of her, “I’ve had to watch you in every meeting with this holster around you. Having to hide how much I needed to feel every inch of your skin, lick every part of you. You are exquisite, Hermione. Let me show you how much I care for you, how much I love you.”
Tears trickled down her cheeks as Draco manoeuvred himself to hover above her, divesting them both of their last bit of clothing, “All I’ve ever wanted was you, Draco. Y-you’ve always had me.”
Meeting in an agonised kiss, Draco’s hands caressed her body, squeezing onto her thighs before trialling back to her arms, raising it ever so slightly to kiss the inside of her wrist. Hermione parted her legs to allow Draco a space between them, the feel of his broader, heavier body on hers and the scent of him filled her with comfort and need like she’d never known, “Please D-Draco, please.”
Draco could never deny Hermione, his heart ached knowing she needed him the way he needed her. In that moment he vowed to himself that he would do everything in his power to let her know how much he loved her, how he would live to worship at the altar of her. He kissed his way down her body desperation in every movement he lay between her legs and gazed at the perfection of her body. Leaning towards her cunt, knowing that he was so close to finally tasting her and loving her almost brought him to the edge, steadying himself Draco kissed Hermione in her most private space, her moans spurring him to make love to her with his mouth. He licked her clitoris in circular motions, the scent of her making him harder, “D-Draco, please…”, Hermione moaned her need as she ground her cunt closer to his face in a need for friction. He licked his middle finger, coating it in her juices and his saliva before slowing, achingly inching into her, feeling the tension in her body as her muscles began to clutch at his finger he found the spot on her wall and gently rubbed it towards him.
Hermione felt her thighs begin to quiver and couldn’t stop the moans that seemed to ascend from the depths of her soul as Draco brought her to climax, licking her through as she quaked from the aftershocks. She felt herself soak the bed as she watched Draco bring his fingers to his lips and lick her release off them one by one.
“Are you okay?”
“No… I need you inside me, please.”, Hermione’s whisper grew pained as her eyes trailed to Draco’s cock, the tip dripping with his desperation for her. She moved forward to firmly take hold of him, her palm making circular motions on his tip as she spread his precum along the rest of his cock, Draco move closer to Hermione as she rose and placed her left leg over and hovered above his length. Draco could feel the heat between her legs and her juices that were still trickling down her thighs.
Unable to control himself, he dragged his fingers along her swollen labia and up along her body before enclosing her nipple in his mouth, he could not believe that this was finally happening. Years of pining for Hermione, longing to love her, suck on beautiful breasts and watch as she came over and over again, it was here. It was happening and he vowed that it wouldn’t be their last time, he would pleasure her for as long as she wanted him.
Hermione guided the tip of Draco’s cock to her entrance, the heat of it causing him to still, she slowly began to press down onto him. Draco stilled her hips as he licked his way from her breasts to her lips. He gently kissed her lips, feeling her tongue glide into his mouth tasting her come on his tongue she moaned as he began to firmly sheath his cock in her, both of them moaning and panting at the sensation.
“Hermione, you are everything to me. I promise you, I’ll make it right.” gently kissing her lips, Draco tucked a curl behind her ear as he inched out of her wet cunt before thrusting back into her.
Draco inhaled every moan of pleasure, every movement of her body, trying to memorise their first time; Hermione caressed his face as they stared deeply into each other’s eyes not wanting to miss a single moment, sharing their breath as they shared their combined pleasure.
Draco made his amends with every breath and thrust, punctuated with “I’m sorry, so sorry. I need you. I love you, Hermione.”, feeling her walls tense around him, he reached between them to circle her clit. Her panting grew louder and her breaths deeper as she crested, her release came in waves as she felt Draco come undone inside her. Remaining in each other's arms, they continued to gently kiss.
The steady tick of DMLE’s ornate clock added to the constant hum of busyness that surrounded the office, broken up by the arrival of Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy returning from her solo reconnaissance mission. Head Auror Harry Potter raised an eyebrow as he saw the two heading towards him, he had a feeling today was going to be one for the books.