Hermione was squirming in her seat, but she could do nothing more then that. If she did it would attract attention. That was the last thing she needed as Kingsley sat on her left , her boss to her right, and several clients at a long dining table in a rather posh restaurant. But Draco wouldn't leave her alone!
His fingers always grazed her hand when he passed her something from the table. His stare would never let up. He was playing footsies with her under the table. But now? Now, he had upped his game and kept riding his foot up her leg.
"Excuse me, Minister, while I head to the ladies' room." Hermione said politely despite being very good friends with Kingsley. Professionalism was key for tonight anyway.
Hermione escaped Draco's meddling by getting up and heading for the loo like she said she would. However, she wasn't stupid. She made sure there was no one in the restroom and hid in the corner just before it. The smell of his cologne signaled his coming and once he was in view, Hermione grabbed him by the arm and practically threw him into the bathroom. Quick and well-placed spells would keep anyone from coming in or hearing them.
"Are you out of your mind?!" She yelled at him. "We're at a client dinner for Merlin's sake, and you keep molesting me under the bloody table!"
Draco tilted his head, hands in his pockets, and his eyes trained on her.
"Is that your only complaint?"
She could've slapped him.
"No, that is not my 'only complaint.'" She sighed then and gently wrung her hands together. "It… It's not right and you know it."
Draco huffed. "Not right according to who?"
"Damn it, Draco! You can't keep doing this." Hermione groaned. She ran her hands through her hair and took a long, deep breath. "You're married. I'm married. You can't keep living in the past."
"Funny how I can tell the difference between what's the past and what's not." Draco said evenly. Hermione gulped and it sounded far too loud in her ears. So did her blood rushing and her heart racing as Draco neared her.
"We were never over, Hermione," he told her as he took a step forward. She took one back. "Our moment was stolen. You know that."
Another step forward.
Another step back.
"And I know you miss it as much as I do."
Another step forward.
Another… No. No steps back. Hermione had hit the wall and now she was trapped. Stuck between a hard surface and his hard surface, she had to bite her tongue as he pressed his body against her. Chest to chest, stomach to stomach, pelvis to pelvis… Every memory of him was flooding back, especially as he lowered his lips to her neck.
"I miss it because Astoria tastes nothing like you." Draco kissed her at the base of her neck, and then slowly ran his tongue just below her ear. "And you miss it because Weasley doesn't touch you like I do."
Hermione's voice caught in her throat. She could feel Draco's hands on the outside of her thighs. She both regretted and was thankful that she had worn a dress for the evening as they slid their way up, one had snaking to cup her arse and the other to slip under her dress.
Her gasp was involuntary. Her moan was necessary. And she wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest as he pulled down her underwear with a finger and proceeded to pleasure her where they stood.
"We miss it," Draco continued, his eyes closed and relishing in every delectable cry she made, "because we'll never love them like we love each other."
Hermione looked up at him abruptly, right into his eyes. Those same eyes that had held just as much sorrow as did hers when he told her about the blood-bonded arranged marriage he had no way of getting out of some five years prior.
"No, we won't," she agreed, and then she kissed him.
Author's note: Written on the train ride home and based on this lovely Dramione manip from this artist's gallery htt*p:/ *taymayer.* deviantart.* com/gallery/ (take out the * and the spaces). It's the manip with Hermione next to Ron, Draco with his SO, but him holding onto Hermione's dress :).