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“She won't know what hit her, she thinks she can do this to us! I'm going directly to Magnolia.” Draco glares down at the two denials from Granger. His jaw is clenched tight, his heart racing, he feels overheated.
“Take a breath Draco.” Blaise is, annoyingly, as calm as ever. His eyes are wide as he watches Draco's anger. Draco just glares at him rather than taking a breath.
“I won't. Granger thinks she can get away with this nonsense, I won't let her. I am done standing by.”
“I just think maybe you should speak with Granger directly, rather than going to her boss.” Blaise reasons. Draco runs his tongue over his teeth.
“Perhaps you're correct. I can be rational, calm. I just want to know what got a Cornish pixie in her bonnet about us.” With a deep breath he collects all of the evidence, every denial from Granger, and sweeps from the room.
He pops into existence in the atrium of the Ministry, running a hand roughly over his face and through his hair. He takes a breath and moves with confidence towards the lifts. As the lifts move through the ministry he taps his foot in irritation at how long it’s taking.
Stops on every bloody floor.
Eventually he is able to get out on Granger’s floor, he shoves his way past the other people in the lift, moving towards the front desk. Ignoring the girl behind the desk, that eyes him with hesitation, he marches directly to Hermione. She is easy enough to find sitting right by Magnolia’s office, perfect for if this conversation didn’t go well.
“Granger, we need to talk.” He says brusquely. He notices her shoulders tense at the sound of his voice but she takes her time to look up at him. Setting her quill aside gently and sealing her current work before looking up at him. Her voice is impassive but he can see anger in her eyes.
“How can I help you, Malfoy?” Her voice drips with condescension. Grinding his teeth together he works hard to stay calm.
“I need to speak with you about all of these denials.” His tone is flinty, cold as ice.
“You will have to schedule a meeting. Now I must get-”
“You will speak with me now or I will speak with Magnolia.” He nearly growls at her. Fists clenched tightly at his sides. Color rises in her cheeks as she shoves back from her desk, pushing roughly past him bumping her with her curvy swaying hips as she moves towards the conference room. His long legs ensure that he reaches the door at the same time she does, both shoving their way in, she closes it behind them.
“What?!” Her voice is raised, arms crossed tightly over her ample chest.
“What? You're asking me ‘what?’. You are unbelievable, constant denials and then when I come to get a bloody explanation you ask me, ‘what?’.”
“Yes, I'm asking you what. Of course I am. You know bloody well what you've done with your secret little vendetta against me.”
“Me?! You have a vendetta! You deny everything! Every.Single.Thing! I don't know when you started hating me again or why, but I'm just trying to make something of my family name.”
“I don't hate you, you prat! Or at least I didn't until you started submitting products with insane names. And getting me in trouble with my boss.” She steps into his space pressing a finger into his chest.
“Again with the ridiculous names nonsense. Why do you keep saying that?!” His throat is going hoarse from arguing, they are toe-to-toe now. He breathes in the scent of tea, vanilla, and some sort of herbal hair product he can't exactly place.
“Yes! They are ridiculous! You are ridiculous if you think I'll let something called a Speculum on shelves!”
“That's a good name and an amazing product and you know it! You just think so highly of yourself. Well news flash, Granger, you aren't the auror of product naming! It's none of your business what we call things!” He doesn't know when he started leaning into her space but their breath mingled between them, if looks could kill he'd be dead.
“Gods I hate you now. Are. You. Intentionally. Being. Obtuse?!” She jabs him with her finger to punctuate each word.
“Don't. Touch. Me.” He jabs her back, his finger sinking slightly into the flesh of her chest peaking out of the v of her shirt, right above her breasts. He's certain she is standing on her tip toes now to get more in his face as he leans towards her. Their noses brush. He flashes through him.
“I'll touch you if I want to.” Her voice is husky, he isn't sure if it's from shouting at him or from how close they now are.
Without him telling his body to do anything, his hands are tangled into the hair in the sides of her head as he pulls her in for a rough kiss. Teeth clash together. Her fingers scratch as his chest. She moans. He moans. She tastes divine, like honey and floral tea. Like vanilla scones drizzled in honey. Like sticky fingers secretly licked before mother caught him.
“Bloody hell.” He pulls away, his hands still holding her face reverently. Her hands still pulling at his shirt. “Sor-”
“Again.” Her voice rasps as she pulls him down to kiss her again. As their tongues tangle together he allows his hands to wander down her body, cupping a breast and squeezing her arse. She is delicious curves all the way down. As decadent as she tastes.
She pushes him back until the back of his thighs hit the conference table, he sits with a humph but has no time as Hermione moves to stand between his legs. Now more level with each other he cups her arse with both hands, squeezing and kneading her, pulling her close to him. She whimpers into his mouth as her hands move into his shirt, smoothing over the skin of his chest. Her nails scratch down the skin and his eyes roll back. Nipping at her lip he allows one hand to slide up to cup her breast, kneading it at the same pace as he kneads her arse.
Bang!
They flinch apart from each other as someone in the office outside drops something and startles them. They both breathe heavily, Draco's cock strains against his trousers. Hermione’s nipples are visible through her blouse. Draco licks his lips, tasting her, as he runs a slightly shaking hand through his hair. She straightens her outfit and clears her throat.
“So, what's wrong with the name Speculum?” His head is clear now that they've kissed, well clear of anger but filled with dirty visions of taking her over the table.
“You seriously don't know?” She asks incredulously.
“I really have no clue why you keep saying the names are ridiculous.” He shrugs at her as he stands up adjusting his half hard cock. She huffs out a small laugh, when he looks even more confused she starts laughing uproariously. Bent at the waist, one hand holding a stitch in her side and the other slapping her knee. Draco doesn't know what's so funny but he does know she looks beautiful like this.
“I'll explain it over dinner. Tonight, six o'clock?” She asks, laughter still in her voice as she wipes tears from her eyes.
“Sounds good. Yours or mine?”
Fin.