A/N: Just a little drabble I wrote yesterday when someone in the Strictly Dramione fb group asked for recommendations for stories containing Draco with glasses. Heart of Aspen's The Eagle's Nest was mentioned several times, so if you like him like this, check this wonderful author's story (all of them, really) out.

Proceed with caution because this wasn't beta'ed ;)

When Hermione entered Draco's office, she saw him covering something on his desk with a report.

"What are you hiding there?"

"Nothing!" But Draco's answer came too fast.

Hermione frowned. "Come on, I don't have the time for your games today; I need these reports!"

Draco blushed. Actually blushed.

Hermione instantly forgot the reports; this was too good.

She had seen him stark naked, sweating, doing many naughty things to her and with her, and his cheeks had never so much as pinked.

Whatever made him blush had to be epic.

Swaying her hips on purpose, she walked over to his desk.

"Is everything alright with my favourite co-worker?" She stepped closer to him and leaned against the desk.

"Yes, of course. What about you? You're looking stunning today," he complimented and smirked confidently, his eyes raking over her snug blue blouse he so loved to see on her (and divest her of).

"Thank you." Hermione smiled at him, leaning closer and connecting their gazes. One of her hands gripped his tie, pulling his face towards hers.

The other wandered over Draco's desk.

"So if you're being honest to me, you don't mind me looking under that parchment?"

He jumped up, bringing her out of balance.

One arm caught her waist, catching her, while the other gripped her hand which had closed around the object he had hidden.

He was blushing again.

"Don't, Hermione," he drawled, intentionally, knowing it would sent shivers down her spine.

However, it was too late. She already knew what he didn't want her to see.

Surprised, she opened her hand and looked at it more closely.

"Glasses? You're wearing glasses, Draco? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Reading glasses," he admitted, sulking. "And I didn't tell anyone because... I look like an idiot with it."

"Let me see." She grinned and set the glasses on the top of his nose.

He blinked at her, waiting for her judgment.

"Say it, I look like an idiot."

This time, it was Hermione who was blushing. And it wasn't due to embarrassment.

"I disagree." Her fingers wandered over his chest until the cane to rest on his shoulders. She pulled him towards her so she could whisper into his ear,"You're looking like a very smart, very sexy librarian."

His hand tightened on her waist.

"Really?"

"Really. And I very much like you to punish me for bringing back books too late."

He gasped and played along. "You know my library is my favourite heirloom, Miss Granger."

"I know."

"Tonight, six o'clock?" He dared giving her a gentle kiss on her nose. Entirely failing to convey it was just a 'co-workers with benefits' thing between them.

Hermione smiled at his gentleness, enjoying it endlessly. "I'll be there." She stepped away from the desk, already missing the physical connection.

She turned around one last time before she left the office, but not without taking the reports with her.

"And, Draco?"

He sat in his chair again, quill in hand.

"Yes?"

"Don't you dare taking the glasses off tonight."