The following Monday Hermione was sitting at her desk editing photos when Draco Malfoy strolled in.
Hermione looked up and gave an exasperated sigh.
“Mr. Malfoy is it too much to ask for you to knock.”
Draco sat in the chair across from her and smirked. “Hermione I own this company, if I want to walk freely into your office there is nothing you can do that is going to stop me.”
The tone in his voice and the look in his eyes, had her palms sweating and her heart beating faster. She was afraid that he might reach across the desk and grab her. Actually…she was hoping he would, but she couldn’t let him know that. After the way he talked to her on Saturday about a tryst between the two of them she couldn’t let that happen. She didn’t want to think of sex as a business transaction.
“Don’t worry Hermione I won’t try anything here, I was just wondering when you were free to do the photo shoot. I’ve got an opening this afternoon.”
Hermione mentally kicked herself. She had completely forgotten about the photo shoot. And now she was going to have to take sexy pictures of him and control the hunger that surged inside of her.
“Of course Draco, I completely forgot about it and I apologize. I’m not usually this forgetful. I can move some things around and we can do the photo shoot this afternoon.” She smiled genuinely at him.
Draco smiled back and stood. “Wonderful, email me the address and time. I will see you later.”
He walked out of her office, and Hermione was more confused than ever. If he wanted a business type of sexual relationship then why was he being so nice and warm towards her?
Hermione was setting up in an abandoned warehouse in downtown L.A. She had gone home and changed into jeans and a purple tank top. She had pulled her hair back into a low loose ponytail and was walking barefoot on the cold stone floor. When Draco walked in his gaze wandered to her and his mouth couldn’t help but water. His gaze drifted down to her delicate, naked feet.
One day very soon I’m going to nibble on those naked feet.
Hermione’s eyes met his and she smiled,
“Wonderful! Right on time. Draco, go with Sally over there and she will get you your first outfit.” She directed him towards a blonde haired woman who giggled when he smiled at her.
A few minutes later Draco came out and Hermione’s insides churned.
She knew this was a bad idea.
He came out in a pair of black slacks and a white button down shirt with black suspenders hanging on his shoulders. The shirt was wide open exposing his very hard and toned chest and stomach.
Well Jim, you wanted sexy, and I don’t think it gets ANY sexier than this.
Hermione picked up her camera and walked over to him. She grabbed his forearm and directed him towards a gray wall with a large white window that looked out over the city. He was going to look spectacular in black and white.
She made a move to remove her arm from his forearm and he grabbed her hand and held it for a few seconds.
“I’m ready when you are.”
She pulled her hand out of his and positioned her camera.
“Alright Draco.” She said clearing her throat.
“I want you to stand in front of the window, just act natural.” He frowned slightly
“I’m not sure what you mean by ‘natural’.”
She paused with her camera for a second.
“You know…confident, debonair…sexy.”
A grin spread across his face.
“I wasn’t aware you thought I was sexy Miss Granger, but I’m sure I can pull that look off just for you.”
Hermione swallowed and positioned her camera again.
For the next half hour she took pictures of him posing in front of the window. She knew this was going to be a great spread. He was at ease in front of the camera. And she guessed because he had been in the spot light because of his family for years.
At the next costume change Hermione was looking through the pictures on her camera when Draco came up behind her and looked over her shoulder.
“They look great Hermione. You have a wonderful talent.” She turned and looked him up and down.
He was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans that were unbuttoned, his feet were bare.
“You look wonderful, let’s go over here.” She led him to a corner in the warehouse.
“Ok, now sit.” Draco smirked
“Yes ma’am.” and once again she felt as if he was undressing her with his eyes.
He sat and she snapped away, taking picture after picture of him staring sexily off into the distance or looking right at her. The way he was looking at her made her insides churn with desire.
After another thirty minutes she was done with that set and they moved on to the third and final set up. The one Hermione had been dreading the most.
Draco came out in grey sweat pants and nothing else. She knew she was staring but she couldn’t help it. He had his back turned so luckily he couldn’t see her staring at him. His back was so muscled and sexy that she imagined herself running her hands all over it.
She cleared her throat and led him to a queen sized bed in the middle of the room. The sheets were white and the metal head board on the bed gave it a masculine feel.
A tall leggy blonde sauntered over in a black silky teddy and pouted her lips at Draco.
“Where would you like me?” Hermione felt fire in her throat. She couldn’t believe she was jealous of this woman but she was.
“Well Draco, we’d like you to lay down on your back in the middle of the bed, and Chantal you’re going to…umm….lay next to him with your head on his chest.” Hermione couldn’t believe how unprofessional she was being. She never got this emotional at a photo shoot. Well except for New Orleans. But she didn’t want to think about that.
Draco walked over to Hermione and bent down to whisper in her ear.
“I wish you were laying in this bed with me.”
Her eyes flew open and she felt faint. “Ok, on the bed. Now please.”
Draco and Chantal did what was asked of them and laid on the bed. Both completely at ease.
Hermione engulfed herself in her work and snapped some beautifully breathtaking pictures. But suddenly, Draco was looking at her. Like…REALLY looking at her. His eyes were soft and beautiful and even through her camera she could sense the emotion. She knew that one would go in her personal photo collection.
She shot them for over an hour and when she finally stood she realized how long she’d been bent over taking pictures. Her neck was stiff and her back ached a little. But she was pleased with the shots she got.
Rubbing her neck with one hand she walked over to the table that her camera bag was on and started to break down her camera. She was anxious to get home and develop her photos. She liked developing her favorite pictures the old fashioned way. In her dark room. She was thinking about the photos when she heard someone call her name.
“Hermione could you come help me?” Draco had stuck his head out the door of a small room off to the side that was being used as his dressing room.
“Of course. Give me a minute.” She stopped what she was doing and walked over to the dressing room.
She walked in and shut the door behind her and the next thing she knew she was pinned against the door and Draco was pressing himself against her. She could feel his arousal and his naked chest was pressed firmly against her eager breasts. He was breathing hard and his lips were dangerously close to hers.
“I can’t take it anymore Hermione. I want you so much that it hurts.” His lips were on her neck and he was pressing kisses on her skin, down to her collarbone and back up again.
Hermione couldn’t take it anymore either. She grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth to hers. And the reaction that came from that small contact was like nothing she had ever experienced before. She could only think of one word.
His mouth was pressing to hers, and his tongue pushing between her lips, begging for entrance.
Draco had never felt this before. He thought he would burst from the pressure building in the pit of his stomach. His hands traveled down to her firm butt and squeezed. She moaned against his mouth. Her fingers moved down and were avidly trying to undo his pants when there was a knock on the door.
“Hermione, Draco. We’re done here for the day, we’re going to head out.”
They both instantly broke contact. Draco pushed away form her and Hermione fell back against the door. Draco looked at her. Her lips were swollen and her tank top had some how been pushed down her shoulders, and her hair was falling out of her ponytail.
Hermione fixed her shirt and pulled her hair back the way it had been. They stared at each other for a few minutes before Hermione spoke.
“I apologize, it won’t happen again.” Leaving him speechless she left him there to think over what had just happened.