Ultimatum
“Are you giving me an ultimatum, Malfoy?”
“Oh, it’s back to ‘Malfoy’, now, is it?”
“Well if the prat fits-” Hermione’s mouth slammed closed as he pinned her to the desk in one swift move, arms caging her in and knee slotted between her thighs pushing her up into its sharp edge.
“If by ‘prat’ you mean ‘concerned’, ‘caring’, perhaps even ‘loving’, then go ahead and call me what you like, but you won’t change my mind,” he growled against her ear, grinding himself against her heat and blanketing her in the scent of his cologne, an earthy spice that sank its roots deep into her inhale.
He reached around to slam her books shut before waving the scattered piles of papers into neat stacks she knew were somehow organized by subject and priority.
“I need to finish this report by tomorrow and I still haven’t gone over the latest charts-” Once again, he cut her off with a warning nip to her ear, turning her protest into a light moan. She scrambled for his belt, but he smacked her hands away and stepped back with a disapproving shake of his head.
“Ah-ah-ah, Hermione. I meant what I said. No breaking for meals means no sex. You can’t expect to tackle these projects without sufficient energy, much less keep up with what I have planned for us later tonight.” He knew he had her with that last comment. Hermione was nothing but tenacious with a goal in sight, and the promise of a demanding fuck with her as stressed as she was lately was irresistible.
Straightening her skirt and blouse, she cleared her throat and strutted to the door, turning back to look at him with a raised eyebrow. “Well hurry up, then, Malfoy.”
Draco smirked inwardly at her swift pivot, but refrained from letting the smugness show on his face. “Counting these past two, any further uses of my surname adds five smacks to your sweet, little arse.” He enunciated the last few words with short pauses in between, letting the final ‘s’ linger like a fading rub of his fingertips.
If he thought that was any deterrent, he was sadly mistaken.
“Mal-foy. Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy.” She ticked the count on her fingers, grinning as she held both hands up and backed slowly through the doorway.
Defiant and greedy as always. He’d have to pick a lunch heavy on protein.