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lightofdayeTitle: Propositioning Hermione
Rating: R
Pairing: Blaise Zabini/Hermione Granger
Word Count: 500
Content: Dirty talk, sexual harassment in the work place. Suggestion of infidelity.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Blaise approaches a late working Hermione.
A/n: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_humpdrabbles’s prompt: “I’m too smart to be seduced by you”. It was originally posted here, with other naughty drabbles. I'd like to thank ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tamlane for pre-reading and advice on this but also blame her for making me the kind of person who writes Hermione/Slytherin fic. ;-) I never thought that would happen.
Hermione Granger squinted and then looked away from her work and rubbed her eyes. She glanced about her ministry office, wondering when her candles had burned so low and she looked up at the door just in time to see it swing open, or perhaps that was what had distracted her attention in the first place?
A tall wizard leant on her doorframe. He wasn’t wearing ministry robes: instead he wore a well tailored white shirt that contrasted sharply with the darkness of his skin.
“What do you want, Mr. Zabini?” Hermione said with clearly forced politeness
“Well I could ask you the same thing Hermione. Still here, past six, clearly it’s not to go home to your husband.”
“Or maybe it’s because I’m actually busy. So if you’d answer my question, please.”
“What do I want?” Smirking, he stepped into her office, closing the door with a distinct snapping sound and his dark eyes glittered as they surveyed her. “I’m looking at it.”
Hermione’s jaw tensed for a second before she could reply.
“Seriously? That’s how you want to play this? I knew you were desperate to get ministry connections but this is ridiculous.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Clearly, you’ve been reading too much Rita Skeeter if you think you can get between my husband and me. Given my office’s policy of tolerance and acceptance to former Death Eaters, you think I’ll somehow overlook you and your family’s past and allow myself to be seduced, letting you pump me for insider information that will let your interests make a killing.” She said very quickly.
“How very suspicious you are,” Blaise drawled. “I suppose I best apologise for being so obvious.”
“Yes.”
“Clearly you’re far too smart to be seduced.”
“That’s right.”
“You’ll have thought it all through.”
“Of course.”
“You’ll have imagined what it would be like to have an affair with me.”
“What?” Hermione growled.
“Yes, you’ll have pictured being spread out naked in front of me as I kiss every inch of your body. Lovely expression isn’t it? I bet it’s not happened to you. Not literally”
Hermione’s jaw dropped and she could only splutter incoherently.
“Or you’ve considered letting me sitting in that fancy chair of yours while you rode me,” Blaise continued mercilessly. “Your husband’s used to you being late; you wouldn’t even have to hurry. You could just grind against me for as long as you could bear it. As long as you could resist coming all over me.”
“How dare you?” Hermione snarled, glaring and crossing her arms over her chest.
“Then again maybe you want me to just knock all this rubbish off your desk and bend you over it right now. Fuck you from behind for all a dirty slut like you is worth.”
Hermione’s face flushed. Blaise’s smirk widened but his voice abruptly became casual once more.
“Of course you don’t. You’re too smart for that. You’ve though it all through and it’s not worth it… right?”
Hermione didn’t answer right away.
Rating: R
Pairing: Blaise Zabini/Hermione Granger
Word Count: 500
Content: Dirty talk, sexual harassment in the work place. Suggestion of infidelity.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Blaise approaches a late working Hermione.
A/n: Written for
hp_humpdrabbles’s prompt: “I’m too smart to be seduced by you”. It was originally posted here, with other naughty drabbles. I'd like to thank tamlane for pre-reading and advice on this but also blame her for making me the kind of person who writes Hermione/Slytherin fic. ;-) I never thought that would happen.Hermione Granger squinted and then looked away from her work and rubbed her eyes. She glanced about her ministry office, wondering when her candles had burned so low and she looked up at the door just in time to see it swing open, or perhaps that was what had distracted her attention in the first place?
A tall wizard leant on her doorframe. He wasn’t wearing ministry robes: instead he wore a well tailored white shirt that contrasted sharply with the darkness of his skin.
“What do you want, Mr. Zabini?” Hermione said with clearly forced politeness
“Well I could ask you the same thing Hermione. Still here, past six, clearly it’s not to go home to your husband.”
“Or maybe it’s because I’m actually busy. So if you’d answer my question, please.”
“What do I want?” Smirking, he stepped into her office, closing the door with a distinct snapping sound and his dark eyes glittered as they surveyed her. “I’m looking at it.”
Hermione’s jaw tensed for a second before she could reply.
“Seriously? That’s how you want to play this? I knew you were desperate to get ministry connections but this is ridiculous.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Clearly, you’ve been reading too much Rita Skeeter if you think you can get between my husband and me. Given my office’s policy of tolerance and acceptance to former Death Eaters, you think I’ll somehow overlook you and your family’s past and allow myself to be seduced, letting you pump me for insider information that will let your interests make a killing.” She said very quickly.
“How very suspicious you are,” Blaise drawled. “I suppose I best apologise for being so obvious.”
“Yes.”
“Clearly you’re far too smart to be seduced.”
“That’s right.”
“You’ll have thought it all through.”
“Of course.”
“You’ll have imagined what it would be like to have an affair with me.”
“What?” Hermione growled.
“Yes, you’ll have pictured being spread out naked in front of me as I kiss every inch of your body. Lovely expression isn’t it? I bet it’s not happened to you. Not literally”
Hermione’s jaw dropped and she could only splutter incoherently.
“Or you’ve considered letting me sitting in that fancy chair of yours while you rode me,” Blaise continued mercilessly. “Your husband’s used to you being late; you wouldn’t even have to hurry. You could just grind against me for as long as you could bear it. As long as you could resist coming all over me.”
“How dare you?” Hermione snarled, glaring and crossing her arms over her chest.
“Then again maybe you want me to just knock all this rubbish off your desk and bend you over it right now. Fuck you from behind for all a dirty slut like you is worth.”
Hermione’s face flushed. Blaise’s smirk widened but his voice abruptly became casual once more.
“Of course you don’t. You’re too smart for that. You’ve though it all through and it’s not worth it… right?”
Hermione didn’t answer right away.
