Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I'm simply borrowing!

A/N: Nothing like a little M-rated fic to kill the writer's block. Obviously M-rated for a reason, so if you don't like smut I advise you to turn around right about now.

Blackmail Is Such an Ugly Word

Draco leaned back in the office chair, looking at her with one eyebrow quirked in a challenge. It was apparent what he was expecting. He smirked as he twisted the chair sideways from his desk and stretched languidly in it, putting his hands behind his head. His eyes followed her as she moved around the desk, the curve of her bum very nicely accentuated by the shape of her skirt.

He fought to keep the sense of victory off his face as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Instead, his gaze found hers and he slowly pulled his legs further apart. He could see her swallow heavily and couldn't quite deny the thrill of excitement it sent through him. He watched eagerly as she moved forward on her knees until she was seated between his legs.

He had finally won and the anticipation had never felt this sweet before. It had been a long fight. He'd tried for a very long time to get her into this position and he finally had her where he wanted her.

"Open the top buttons of your shirt," he commanded and he watched as the blush rose in her cheeks.

With shaking fingers, she popped open one button and then the other, revealing her cleavage.

"Good girl."

She sneered at him as he enjoyed the view, but he merely grinned at her annoyance. He knew this was infuriating her, which really just made it all the sweeter.

"Open my trousers," he demanded.

Her jaw clenched for a moment before her hands rose, her fingers moving to the button of his trousers. She began to pop it open, but stopped and looked up at him.

"I'm getting the grant, right?"

"Yeah," he said, getting impatient now. "Suck my cock, and your precious House Elf organisation lives to see another day."

Her fingers shook as she popped open the button and moved to the zipper.

"But you better do the best you can," he warned. "I won't take any half-arsed crap."

She nodded jerkily, pulling down the zippers of his trousers. The thought of her obeying him had already gotten him semi-hard and that her hand brushed against his boxers didn't help. He looked out the window for a second, noticing that darkness was starting to fall. He loved working late.

When she didn't continue, he looked down at her again, his eyes stern.

"Take it in your hand."

He didn't even mind her lack of initiative. Seeing her obey his orders was far too exhilarating. He watched in fascination as her hand moved inside the little opening in the front of his boxers. Then he felt her fingers wrap around his cock and he had to bite back a moan. How long he'd waited for this. She'd tried everything she could to get the money for the organisation; she'd tried everything to not have to do what he asked. And now, finally, she'd given in.

She sat in front of him with his hardening cock in her hand, giving no sign to continue. If she knew how much pleasure it gave him to give her orders, she would never have been so reluctant. He couldn't keep back the smirk and he saw that it infuriated her even further.

"Suck my cock, Granger," he said, his voice getting heavy with desire.

He could see that she was preparing herself and then she leaned forwards, opening her mouth. Merlin, it was the best thing he'd ever seen. He watched without blinking, and then her lips touched the head of his penis, giving it the lightest of kisses. It took all his willpower to bite back a desperate moan.

She closed her lips over the head of penis again and this time the tip of her tongue swirled around it slowly, then coming up to caress the tip. He hardened under her touch and he pressed his eyes closed to the sensation of finally having Hermione Granger's mouth closed over his penis. He had a feeling this might become entirely too embarrassing as he'd probably shoot his load all over her face much too soon. Or no, he should make her swallow. No! He had to come on her tits. Crap, he couldn't decide.

Her tongue continued to caress the head of his penis as her hand began pumping slowly against his shaft. His stomach clenched in pleasure and he had to fight the urge to thrust into her grip. Oh Merlin, her mouth was so incredibly warm on his skin. He opened his eyes to watch her bent over, her hand pumping and her mouth closed over his penis. His breathing grew heavier at the mere sight.

He moved one hand from behind his head and buried it in her soft curls, cupping the back of her head. In answer, she stilled her hand and took more of him into her mouth. Closing his eyes again to the overwhelming feeling, he fisted his hand in her curls. She began sucking lightly and her head began bobbing up and down on his cock.

He could take it anymore. A choked groan escaped him as he hardened even further under her touch. He wanted to thrust against her touch so badly as she bobbed rhythmically up and down, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked his cock. Giving in, he thrust shallowly upwards, the head of his penis hitting the roof of her mouth.

Opening his eyes, he looked down at the curly head moving under his hand. And then, when he thought it couldn't possibly be better, she took all of him into her mouth. He twitched in pleasure as he felt the muscles in her throat relax around his penis.

"Fuck yes, Granger," he moaned, gripping her curls tightly.

She answered by humming around his cock and he thought he had died right there and then. He had never felt anything like it and he had never seen anything as erotic as Hermione Granger deep throating him.

He watched with his pulse raising as she gripped the base of the penis again with her right hand and slowly let it slide out of her hot, soft mouth. He shuddered when the cool air hit it again and he looked at her in expectation as she sat still and looked at his now rock hard cock in her hand. Her face was flushed and it seemed to continue down her neck and to the skin the shirt didn't cover. He noticed her eyes were half closed and she was breathing rather heavily. She looked better than he'd ever seen her.

Just then, she looked up to meet his expectant gaze and she leaned in again, the tip of her tongue touching the base of his shaft. She pressed a light kiss to the same spot before she let her tongue run up his shaft towards the head. Pre-come had begun seeping from his slit and he watched with his heart nearly jumping out of his chest as her tongue flicked across it. She licked the pre-come from his tip and his cock twitched when she made a humming sound of approval. Fuck, he had to make her swallow when he came. And that wouldn't be long from now, he was sure about that.

He cradled the back of her head with his hand again, pushing her forwards lightly. She obeyed, but didn't take him back into her mouth. Instead, she bent further down. He was watching her with interest, wondering what her next move was, when he felt her tongue on his balls. A large shudder went down his spine and he groaned in the back of his throat when she took one of them in her mouth and sucked on it, her tongue massaging it eagerly. His hand fisted into her curls and he pulled her backwards.

"Suck my cock," he said, his voice shaking more than he liked. "I want you to swallow."

He loosened his grip on her hair as she took him in her mouth again, the blissful warmth engulfing him. Releasing a shuddering breath, he closed his eyes as her hand began pumping while her tongue caressed his swollen head.

"Fuck yes," he hissed, the inevitable tension building rapidly in his abdomen. "Suck it, Granger."

Her cheeks hollowed as she bobbed up and down on his cock, the sensation driving him to the brink of insanity. He began thrusting into her hand and mouth.

"Fuck," he said between gritted teeth. "Let me fuck your mouth, Granger."

Her hand let go of his shaft and her mouth relaxed around him as he thrust harder into the wet heat. The head of his cock bumped against the roof of her mouth and he swore loudly, cupping the back of her head as he thrust into the hot cave of her mouth.

He came with a long moan, his movement stopping slowly as his come spilled into her mouth.

"Oh fuck. Fuck."

He gave another deep groan at the impossible pleasure of coming in her hot little mouth. She swallowed as he came and he was certain she'd never looked as good as she did with her mouth around his cock, swallowing eagerly.

She pulled away and opened her mouth in time for him to see the last drop of come disappearing from her tongue.

"Good girl."

His hand fell from her hair and he tucked his cock back into his trousers, zipping up. She quickly got up from the floor, her hands running down her skirt to push it downwards. He noticed that her knees were red.

"Give me the money," she said, her voice flat as she buttoned the top buttons of her shirt.

He reached over the desk to get his pen and scribbled his signature down on a check. Without a word, he handed it to her. She took it without looking at him and walked around the desk, heading for the door.

Draco leaned back in his chair, waiting for the moment of realisation. He wasn't disappointed.

"Hey," she exclaimed, wheeling around. "This is only half of the amount."

He smirked.

"You get the other half when you let me fuck you on this desk."

He saw her entire body tense and jaw clench angrily. Making her angry had never felt this good before.

"You're a fucking bastard," she said, hatred filling every syllable.

He grinned.