Author's Note: This story was inspired by the movie 9 ½ Weeks.
Hermione had been living in the muggle world since she was 19, after finishing at Hogwarts. She wanted to attend a muggle university before accepting one of the myriad of job offers that she received upon graduation. Apparently, helping to defeat the Dark Lord was actually a skill she could put on her resume.
Now at the age of 22, she returned to the wizarding world and accepted a position at a lucrative potions company as their Head of Research and Development. Her muggle degree in organic chemistry was an ideal complement to her potions background and gave her a unique perspective on the industry.
"It's 11:30, Hermione, are you ready for lunch?" Pansy Zabini walked in with her purse under her arm. She and Blaise had been married for a year and she worked as the Assistant Director of Marketing at the potions company. Hermione and Pansy began friends when Hermione came to work for the company a few months earlier. All childhood animosity had been put aside, much to the relief of both women.
"Yes, I'm ready. Where do you want to go?"
"How about Mina, that new restaurant that was written up in the Daily Prophet? The food is supposed to be really good and I have an 'in' with the owner."
Hermione was only half listening to Pansy and simply nodded. They arrived at the restaurant and sat near the windows. The women chatted as they looked over their menus. They didn't hear the 'waiter' come over to the table.
"Good Afternoon, Ladies, how are you this fine day?"
Pansy looked up and smiled; Hermione looked up and tried not to be noticeably shocked, she was unsuccessful.
"Well, Draco Malfoy, what a surprise…"
"Hey Pansy, and you know it's not a surprise, you were here last Saturday, you and Blaise had dinner with me. Did you forget?"
She laughed, in a rather fake manner, and smiled. "I must have; you boys always leave me out of conversations. Oh, Draco, you remember Hermione Granger, don't you?" She smiled, slyly and winked. "We work together at the potions company."
"Hi Hermione, how have you been?" Hermione looked up and tried not to look so gobsmacked.
'What is he doing here?' She thought.
"Erm. Hi Draco, I'm fine, thank you." She did her best not to stutter.
"It's really great to see you; it's been a long time." He smiled at her, warmly, which took Hermione aback. Her heart actually skipped a beat, his smile was entrancing. "So, what can I get you ladies from the bar?"
"A glass of that wonderful Riesling for me and, Hermione?"
"A glass of ice tea, please."
"Coming right up." He smiled at both of them, his gaze settling on Hermione before he departed.
"Isn't he just luscious?"
"What?" Hermione nearly spit out her water.
"Draco, that man is just…sex on a stick." Pansy subtly licked her lips as she watched him weave through the crowd.
Hermione blushed. She wasn't supposed to think of him like that. "Pansy, you're a married woman." She went back to reading the menu.
"Granger, don't you dare say that he's not hot, cuz you know he is. And I'm married, not dead."
"Well, yes, but…it's…Malfoy. You remember our history, don't you?"
"Do you remember ours? We got past that and we're friends now. Hermione, give him a chance, or at least try to be nice."
"Of…Of course I'll be nice. I was raised with manners, Pansy."
"That's not what I meant. I just remember how the two of you could push each other buttons without even trying." She smirked. "Hey, maybe that's not such a bad thing." Hermione gave her a shocked look but had to quick pretend to read the menu when she heard a familiar footfall coming closer to her.
Draco returned with their drinks. "So, what will it be, Ladies?" He looked at Pansy. Hermione took a sip of her tea. Her cheeks began flushed almost instantly. She tried not to squirm as she pressed her thighs together; she could feel the warmth growing at her core.
"The Seared Ahi Tuna Salad, please."
"How about you, Hermione?" He smiled at her, noticing the pinkness of her cheeks. "Do you like the tea?"
"Uh… yes… It's delicious."
"It's sweetened with blue agave nectar." Hermione blushed even more. Draco smiled, knowingly. "So, what would you like for lunch?"
"I'm not sure, I'm sorry. Everything looks really good." Draco reached forward, grazing the back of her hand with his finger. He gently flicked her watch band, sending shivers down her back.
"Well, if you like pasta, our Puttanesca is really delicious. Or..." He moved to the other side of her, lowered his voice and leaned closer to her. "If you want something more decadent, try the Rigatoni Quattro Formaggi. It's sinfully delicious." She could feel his warm breath on her ear, one of the most sensitive parts of her body. Her cheeks were now red.
Hermione's breath caught in her throat, she couldn't speak. "The Rigatoni it is; and you're in luck, it's noon… The pasta chef arrived a little while ago so you won't have to wait for long." Draco ran his fingers along the side of her neck as he walked away. Hermione did her best not to visibily melt into a puddle.
"He's flirting with you." Pansy beamed.
"N-No… I don't think so." Hermione stuttered. Pansy nodded, knowingly.
"Do you wanna bet on that?" Hermione stared at her in disbelief. "If I'm right, he is flirting with you, you pay for lunch. If you're right, and he isn't, then I'll pay for lunch."
Hermione mustered up as much courage as she could, "I'll take that bet."
A few minutes later, Draco returned with their plates.
"Ahi Tuna for you, Pansy." Then he turned his attention to Hermione. "And for you, the decadent Rigatoni Quattro Formaggi."
"Thank you." She said, shyly. Draco squatted down next to her and picked up her fork. He stabbed a sauce covered piece of pasta.
"Close your eyes and taste." As if hypnotized by the sound of his voice, she did as she was told. He placed the fork in her mouth. "Feel the cream caress your tongue, feel the hint of cayenne tickle your taste buds. Can you taste the salty, tangy, smoky flavors melding together, kissing your palate?" Hermione nodded and tried to stifle a whimper. "Enjoy, Hermione." He stroked her cheek, smiled at Pansy, and walked away.
Hermione's shaky hand went to her chest as she tried to calm her breathing. Very slowly, she opened her eyes. Pansy was smiling at her smugly. Hermione's cheeks turned scarlet, she looked down.
"You're paying for lunch, ya know." Hermione just stared at her for a moment. "He's good, isn't he? He could make me come just by talking to me. Gods, that voice… Didn't you ever wonder why I hung on his every word? I bet you don't wonder anymore." Pansy continued to pick at her salad.
Hermione's breathing was uneven; she squeezed her legs together, trying to quell the heat that was stirring in her core. Finally, she regained some of her composure and tried to eat her lunch. With each bite, she could feel her knickers getting wetter; she could hear his voice in her head. Her nipples were hard, her pulse was racing. This was like an orgasm in a bowl. She could barely finish half of her meal, her arousal was consuming her. Hermione looked at Pansy, her face was flush.
"I told you he was good." Hermione could only nod. Draco walked up to the table again and smiled at them.
"Well, Ladies, how was your lunch?"
"Delicious, Draco, thank you. But I think it was a bit too much for Hermione." Pansy stifled a giggle at her mischievous behavior. He smiled at her as he squat down next to her again.
"You didn't like your lunch, Hermione?"
Her voice was shaky, "No, no… It was wonderful, I'm just…full" she said, unconvincingly.
"Aww, come on, Hermione, take one more bite. Don't you want to feel the warmth of the cream in your mouth? Didn't you like the way the salty sauce ran down the back of your throat? Just one more bite, for me?"
She nodded, as if under his spell, and closed her eyes. She could feel the softness of the pasta, the buttery smoothness of the cream, the salty, smoky, flavors of the cheeses. She actually moaned as she swallowed that final bite.
"You like?" Hermione could only nod and whimper. He leaned in and whispered in her ear.
"Good… You'll like even more when I'm feeding it to you naked in my bed." She gasped, she felt him caress her side; his lips grazed her cheek, right next to her mouth. When she opened her eyes, she saw the folder for the check sitting in front of her. She looked up at Pansy, with a confused look on her face. Pansy was conspicuously sipping her wine so she couldn't speak. Hermione opened the folder, inside was their bill with 'Compliments of the Owner' written on it. On the opposite side of the folder, there was a neatly folded note. She took it out of the folder and opened it slowly. As she read it, her cheeks flushed.
'Hermione, turn around.' She turned and there he stood with her coat in his hand.
"Thanks for lunch, Draco." Pansy said with a smug smile. "You, Miss Granger, still owe me lunch. Have fun you two." She kissed her friends good-bye and left. Hermione looked down, not sure what to do next. Draco placed his finger under her chin, raising it so she would look at him, he smiled at her wolfishly. He didn't have to say a word, she was spellbound. He took her hand and led her through the restaurant and through the kitchen to a private office. As the door closed, her heart began to pound in her ears. She closed her eyes as he moved towards her.
Draco smiled; she was biting her bottom lip and fidgeting ever so slightly, she was nervous. He placed her coat on a nearby chair, moved toward her; he pressed his body against hers, pining her against the front of his desk. She could feel the warmth of his body; he was so close that he took her breath away. She felt his lips brush against her temple, then down her cheek. "You're all mine now, Hermione." He gave a deep throaty laugh. "I'm going to do such deliciously naughty things to you." Hermione could only whimper. She couldn't move; she could feel her nipples straining the soft silk of her blouse. She gasped when Draco grabbed her wrists, and pinned them to the desk. "Does this frighten you, Hermione?"
"Yes…" she said, breathlessly.
"I'm…you…I feel like I'm losing control."
He pressed his lips to her ear, "You are."