Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter although I'd love to

AN: I never planned to write a second part, but here it is. All the story alerts and favorites this story received motivated me to write a little more and finish it off. So here it is. Enjoy!

As fast as she could, Hermione hurried towards her office, hoping to get back in time to fill out necessary paperwork before her break. After the day before, Hermione was extremely anxious for her personal time, nervous about what was to come with the new spontaneously started relationship with her boss, Draco Malfoy. Swiftly, she set down the files she held and opened the top one, immediately filling the forms out and moving onto the next. Glancing at the clock, she knew she only had a half an hour left before her long awaited break.

With renewed vigor, she bent over the papers, racing to finish at least another file report before her time was up because she knew she would likely be distracted for the rest of the day. With a triumphant smile five minutes before her time ran out, Hermione smacked her quill down on the desktop and flipped her last file shut, standing up.

When the reality of her situation hit her, she fell back into her seat and breathed heavily, forcing herself to calm down. She conjured a mirror in the next instant to tweak her appearance before she had to leave, fiddling with her soft ringlets, freshening her breath, and making sure her lips were moist and not dry and chapped. With one last calming breath, she vanished the mirror and stood up, setting the wards to lock her office once again before she left. Hermione desperately hoped that there would not be a recurrence of her encounter with Carla and kept her head up but her eyes slightly down to avoid catching anyone's interest.

Sighing with relief as she approached the door with the brass engraving 'Draco Malfoy' hanging on it, Hermione raised her hand to knock. Before her knuckles could even come in contact with the wood, the door opened and a disembodied voice ordered her to enter. Hesitantly pushing it open, she slipped through the small space and shut the door behind her, leaning against it momentarily to gather herself. "Hello Ms. Granger" the blonde said softly when she looked up to meet his gaze.

"Hermione, please, Mr. Malfoy."

"As you wish Hermione, but you must call me Draco then." With a slight nod she conceded his request and pushed herself off of the door. Slowly, she approached his regal form, eying his silken hair of spun gold and his muscles that rippled lightly under his shirt, his robes already splayed over the back of his chair. She licked her lips, moistening her suddenly dry mouth and rounded the corner, slipping her own robes off of her shoulders as she went, dropping them to the floor when she reached his side. Staring challengingly into his slate gray gaze, she reached behind herself and unzipped her skirt, letting it slide down her silky smooth thighs to pool around her feet and stepping out of it without breaking their gaze. With an almost feline grace, Hermione took the last step towards him and crawled into his lap, straddling him and resting her thong-clad arse on his thighs. A loud groan sounded from Draco's throat at the contact and his hands automatically grasped her hips.

Unsatisfied with the amount of skin-to-skin contact, Hermione sought out the buttons on his pants and slowly unfastened them, eagerly waiting for her first glimpse of him that day. Lifting his hips off the chair, Draco allowed her to pull his trousers and boxers down to his knees where she then reached behind herself to finish pushing them off. Her movement caused him to moan aloud, the friction making his half-hard member awaken further. "Merlin, Hermione, hurry up please. You're torturing me," Draco begged as he unclasped the buttons on her shirt and slipped it off of her. He then went for her bra clasp as she touched his cock reverently with one finger.

Pulling the lace bra away from her body hurriedly, Draco cupped the swells of flesh, brushing a thumb over each nipple making her gasp in pleasure. Throwing her head back, she wrapped her hands around his cock and proceeded to pump him until he rocked his hips up to meet her. As she continued to pleasure him, he smoothed his hands down her sides, admiring her curves and trying as hard as he could to focus on not coming too soon. Eventually, he let his hands fall to her waist where he held on, closing his eyes as she sped up.

Waiting for the moment where Draco gave into her, Hermione increased her pace and when she saw his eyes slide shut, she abruptly stopped her ministrations and backed off of his lap, letting her knees hit the floor. The sudden cease of friction caused Draco's eyes to shoot open, frantically searching for his pleasure source. "What are you doing down there?" he asked hoarsely, his voice gravelly.

"I'm about to return your favor," she answered cryptically, leaning forward to rest her fingers at the crease between his pelvis and thigh, her breasts pressing against his knees like a cushion. Slowly, Hermione started to massage his thighs, rubbing in slow circles that gradually moved closer to the area he most wanted her to touch.

"Please Hermione. Oh Merlin, please."

With a grin, she leaned in and captured the spongy head of his cock between her lips, grazing his testicles with her fingers lightly as she did so. Sucking so her cheeks hollowed out, she looked up to meet his lustful gaze, eyes sparkling mischievously. Hermione pulled off of him, moving her one hand to rub circles on the underside of his cock. It was then that he realized what she was attempting to make him do, her comment before becoming crystal clear. With a gasp, his hips arched off his chair, his eyes rolling back as he let the sensations take over. "Do you really want that Mione? I never expected you to reciprocate."

"Yesss," she hissed, "I've been thinking about it since we parted yesterday." As she worked him up, her center got hotter and wetter, her juices starting to drip to her thighs. To try to satisfy herself she clenched her legs together, struggling to stimulate her engorged clit. Although it was not nearly enough, she would have to deal with it in favor of pleasuring Draco, the thought just making her even more eager and hot.

"Mione, are you sure you're ready for this? Cause I can't hold off much longer," Draco ground out through a clenched jaw. When he looked down, he saw her give a nod, so he scooted forward in his chair to get into a better position. He watched as she repositioned herself, her chest placed right near the tip of his cock. With a loud sigh, Draco relaxed his muscles, allowing the flow to come.

From her spot on the floor, Hermione watched the emotions flit across Draco's features, uncertainty, desire, and relief when he finally let himself go. When the golden stream hit her chest, flowing down between her breasts and splashing her nipples, she moaned loudly, closing her eyes for a moment enjoying the warm sensation. Opening them again, she spread her legs out, lowering her body so the gushing fluid could reach higher on her body. She eventually moved low enough that drops were hitting her chin and lips, and staring heatedly into Draco's eyes, she licked them up.

With a groan from Draco, Hermione slid down the last few inches and parted her lips, allowing the torrent of liquid to enter her mouth. As it filled her mouth, she felt it caress her tongue and throat, but pushed it back out so it ran down her chin before accepting more. The pattern continued until she stood on shaky legs and moved so the stream was aimed at her southern entrance. She angled her hips until she felt the warm fluid beating against her clit, the pressure giving her an amazing sensation, one that almost made her come. This is amazing, she thought, I never imagined that anything sexual involving urine could feel so so good.

When the torrent slowed, they both moaned in pleasure and relief. "That was amazing Draco. It felt so good," she said, voicing her earlier thoughts.

Moaning in agreement, Draco grabbed her hips, pulling her towards him and settling her in his lap once again. "I agree, Mione. It was fantastic," he muttered into her shoulder. With her crotch pressed against his cock, Hermione ground down so she could finish herself off, the pleasure threatening to overtake her thoughts. His erection pushed against her slit, rubbing through her wet folds and brushing over her clit, making her body collapse against his chest. Whimpering in pleasure and desire, Hermione gripped Draco's cock and pressed it to her opening, sliding onto it and moaning as he filled her.

"Gah. You feel amazing. So tight Mione. I want you so much." Draco moaned into her ear. Breathing heavily, he thrust hard up into her center as she lifted herself and dropped back down onto him, arching her back. Her hands were braced on his shoulders, her feet on the chair, pushing her up so she could let gravity do the rest. With each movement, a squelch was heard from below, her juices suctioning around his cock, making the experience that much more enjoyable.

The room smelled of sex and piss, their bodies covered in substances from both. Smelling the air and feeling the fullness of Draco's cock inside of her, Hermione's pleasure peaked. She ground against him harder, reaching down with one hand to rub her clit, trying to push herself over the edge. Draco was close too and pounded into her as hard as he could, seeking completion. With a few last hard thrusts, the two came together in a litany of shouts and moans, their cries echoing around the room. As they settled, their breathing slowed, their pants becoming less.

Hermione shivered as she felt the chill of the room reach her for the first time, wrapping her arms around Draco in the hopes of becoming warmer. He gladly returned the embrace, holding her close to his body. With one arm, he reached out for his wand, waving away the evidence of their activities, both of them immediately feeling more comfortable. Setting his wand back on the desk, he pressed a kiss to her temple and whispered, "We should get dressed." When she huffed at his suggestion, he chuckled and replied, "I don't want to either, but we need to get back to work. We're already over our break time."

Sighing resignedly, Hermione pulled away and climbed off of his lap. She summoned her clothes and put them on, knowing she was being watched and enjoying the feeling of being wanted. Turning her back to him, she said, "Zip me up please."

"Gladly." Draco zipped up her skirt and turned her to face him. "I want to keep seeing you."

Surprised, Hermione just stared for a moment and then whispered, "When?"

"As soon as possible. Could I possibly take you to dinner tonight? I love what we've done the past few days but I don't want that to be all we have between us." His eyes and face were hopeful, his fear of rejection shown in how tightly he was gripping her fingers.

"I don't see why not. I don't have any plans and I really don't want that to be all there is either." Reassuringly, she squeezed his fingers back, hoping to convey to him how serious she was and that she was not just indulging him. She could not help but think that since the day before they had switched roles, this time instead of being shy and distressed, she was the one doing the reassuring. Smiling, she leaned down and gave him a sweet kiss before pulling away and walking to the office door. At the last second, she turned back and gave him one last longing look before opening the door and slipping out, leaving her still unclothed boss staring after her. She really hoped what they had would last for a long time because as much as her past self disliked him, she did not want to ever lose the man that she had spent time with these past few days. The sex was great, but she imagined a relationship between the two of them would be even better.

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