Ministry - No One Else is Allowed
It all just kind of happened.
One day, Malfoy was just an obnoxious, albeit handsome coworker, and the next they were shagging in broom closets at Ministry functions.
This had been going on for a few weeks now, and to Hermione’s utmost dismay, she liked it.
Well, she liked it but she also liked him.
It wasn’t just the toe curling orgasms and the feel of his hands bracing against the soft curve of her waist. It was the way his quick qit kept up with hers and his silver eyes seemed to soften now whenever he saw her. But maybe she was just imagining that last part.
It was dangerous territory to say the least. Especially since it had all begun with the pretext of “no strings attached.”
They were both just single and in need of a good time. At least that’s what she told herself.
But Hermione could feel herself loosing control. And losing control was unacceptable.
The perfect solution, it seemed, was to remind herself that the world didn’t begin and end with Draco Sodding Malfoy.
So, when Oliver Wood asked her out on Friday afternoon she agreed to meet him for drink and dinner.
The drinks were weak and Oliver himself was a bit more milquetoast than Hermione remembered, but he was still handsome enough so she soldiered on, eager to rid herself of the itching burning need to shag Draco Malfoy every week.
The sex with Oliver was as good as the conversation, which is to say just fine but not great.
The date it seemed, had had the opposite of it’s intended affect when Hermione spent the rest of the weekend thinking about white blond hair and strong hands.
It all came to a head when she arrived to work the next Monday and received a chilly look from the man himself.
Malfoy was aloof until Wednesday when Hermione finally cornered him in an empty corridor and shoved him into a vacant office.
“What’s your problem?”
She glared up at Draco, who was head and shoulders taller than her.
He stared back with blank disinterest and an almost studied air of hostility.
The look had her stomach dropping and her chest tightening. Maybe this was it. He’d grown bored of her and she’d missed her chance.
Perhaps he’d gone off to remind himself that the world didn’t begin and end with Hermione Sodding Granger and found that the grass was indeed greener.
She held her ground though, arms crossed and eyes alight.
“My problem, Granger?” His lips twitched down at the edge curving into a sneer that hadn’t made an appearance in quite some time.
“My problem is you.”
Hermione took a half step back.
The tone of his voice was harsh and felt like a slap to the face.
“Me? What is it I’ve done?”
Malfoy huffed, throwing his shoulders back and pacing closer.
“Don’t play dumb, Granger. It doesn’t suit you.”
“I’m not in the mood for the riddles, Malfoy. Just spit it out.”
“Did you or did you not fuck Wood this weekend?”
His words hit like a bucket of ice to the nerves. Hermione searched Draco’s gaze for a moment, unsure of what he intended her to say.
“It’s an easy question, yes or no?”
“Well…yes, but -”
“But nothing!”
Draco’s hands flexed at his sides and he took a few steps back quickly.
“I thought you wanted this to be casual!” Hermione blurted, her heart hammering anxiously in her chest.
Draco looked at her with cold eyes.
“I thought you were sleeping with other people this whole time..” She stammered.
Now it was Drao’s turn to look affronted.
“When did i ever give you that impression?”
“We never spoke about it, i just assumed.”
His nostrils flared as he opened his mouth to speak.
“I do not share, Granger. Not my money, not my success, and certainly not you.”
Hermione stared at him, completely at a loss for words.
He walked back over to her, placing his hands against the shut door behind her so he was leaning over her.
“I am the only one who gets to touch you. No one else is allowed.” The words ame out deep and quiet and his silver eyes burned.
A strange combination of blistering anger and unbearable arousal stired inside of her at his words. Unsure of what to say she glared up at him, ignoring the growing arousal.
“I don’t do things in halves, Malfoy. I am not going to continue to shag you in broom closets just for you to forget i even exist everywhere else.”
This made him pause. They stared at each other in silence for a moment.
“You want this to be…you’d want..” He stammered.
“That’s what I just said.” She shot back at him.
He stood up again, suddenly too far away. He straightened his robes and seemed to regain his composure in a blink of an eye.
“Fine.”
Then with a swift movement he grabbed her hand, tugging her away from the door and simultaneously opening it. Hermione was being pulled into the corridor now and Draco had laced his fingers with hers.
Hermione was too stunned to protest at all as Draco lead them through the ministry towards her desk. He stopped when they reached her little corner of the office but didn’t drop her hand.
Hermione’s face was was hot as he turned to face her, eyes intent and searching her own.
“For the record, I’ve never forgotten you existed. I haven’t been able to forget since school and certainly not since you ruined my life by being the most aggravatingly shaggable person I’ve ever met.”
And with that he leaned down and pressed an innocent kiss to her cheek.
“Dinner later?” He asked as he finally released her hand and turned to leave.
Hermione just stared back at him, mouth slightly agape as he strode off toward his desk.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He tossed back with a sly smile.
It took a full two minutes for Hermione to recover, and another five to realize she’d just publicly announced that she was dating Draco Malfoy to the entirety of the ministry.
It wasn’t until the next day though, that she spotted Oliver Wood from across the office with a poorly glamoured black eye and a newfound interest in avoiding Hermione’s view at all costs.