Happy Halloween! In celebration, here's some filthy smut. I know this updates slow and there's a ton of reasons I could give you regarding that, but I hope that you'll just enjoy it anyway!

Day Eleven Prompt: Public Sex.

Warning: Degrading name calling. (Consensual based on previous experiences.)

She didn't look up when the door to her office swung open, nor did she look up when the lock flipped into place. "I don't think I'm going to make it in time for our lunch date," Hermione muttered, signing her signature quickly before the parchment curled itself up, and jettisoned to the Ministry owl waiting on the window sill. "How's tomorrow?"

"I can wait," Draco replied, lowering himself into the chair across from her. "You came in early this morning. Shouldn't you take a break?"

She should, but Hermione barely spared him a glance before dipping her quill into the jar of ink. "It's a busy season. Soon, we'll be able to present new legislation to the Wizengamot without having it pre-approved. It's the only way that we'll have a chance of introducing the Wolfsbane Act, and I intend to stay here until I'm sure they won't be able to shoot me down." Like every time before.

A wry smile curved his lips. "So, it will be a while before we go to lunch then?" Draco mused.

Hermione groaned, the tip of her heel knocking against the wood underside of her desk. "You're the worst. Let me get through this stack of research, and then I'll see if I'm hungry."

For the most part, Draco was a model guest as he sat silently in the chair, occasionally picking up a photograph from her desk. However, once she was halfway through the stack, he rose from his chair, circling her desk. The hair at the back of her neck rose as his fingers slowly slid across it, his fingers dipping into the collar of the midnight blue blouse she wore. "Don't mind me," Draco rasped. "Continue with what you're doing."

It was much easier said than done once he started giving her a massage.

"Draco!" Hermione hissed.

His fingers slid over her clavicle, his fingertip tracing it before continuing the way down. Brushing against the swell of her breast, and the edge of her bra, Draco's laugh was muted. "Don't let me distract you, darling."

Her quill fell from her fingers, blots of ink dotting across her otherwise spotless desk. "I think it's too late for that." She muttered.

He pinched her nipple through her bra. "Pity."

"Not here," She warned. "Not in my office."

Draco turned her chair, dropping to his knees in between her thighs while he ran his hands up her calves. "Why not? You told me you've imagined it before."

He pressed a kiss to her calf, creating a path toward the apex of her thighs.

"Not to mention I locked the door," Draco added.

He always paid so much attention to her legs, kissing up one before giving the other the same treatment, and no matter how many times he did it, it had always left her squirming.

"And not that you were paying attention, but I cast a silencing charm as well." Draco hooked his arms around the tops of her thighs, sliding her lower in her chair as he spread her legs. Draping them over each armrest, he continued while his eyes darkened. "So no one would be able to hear your delicious little moans while you're squeezing my cock, but I think you'd like it even more if they could."

Her eyes fluttered shut. Fuck, his words could be her undoing. "No, I wouldn't."

Draco slid her thin lace knickers to the side and smirked. "You're lying, Granger. You're soaked by the thought of me fucking you in your office. Tell me, how did you imagine it again?"

The legislation on her desk was long forgotten as one finger slid inside of her. "I—" Her lips parted in a gasp as another finger joined the first. "Against the window." She admitted with a shudder.

His smirk dropped from his expression, and Draco only looked at her in awe. "Fucking Merlin, you really are full of surprises." He breathed. "Think of all the people who could see you pressed against the window, your perfect tits against the glass while I'm slamming into you. They could see your pretty little cunt wrapped around my cock, and you fucking gagging for it."

The whimper that left her was strained and Hermione twisted in her chair. "Draco…"

"Do you want that?" He asked, and there was a note in his voice of absolute seriousness. "I'm not going to let anyone truly see you. I'd cast a Notice-Me-Not on the window."

Hermione swallowed. That takes half the fun out of it. She wasn't too surprised by the thought. They shared a streak revolving around exhibitionism, which was proved by his tendency to sink his fingers into her cunt at restaurants, or to shag her stupid in a dark alley where anyone could see them. "I don't want the charm."

His eyes snapped to hers.

She rushed before he could talk himself out of it. "We're so many stories up, no one would even look up."

"They could." There was a tell-tale bulge in his trousers. Draco wanted it just as badly as Hermione did, but of course, he'd picked this moment to be noble about it.

Hermione unbuttoned her blouse. "They won't. I want it. Don't you? You painted such a vivid picture of what you wanted to do to me…" She feigned coy, leaving her blouse half-open.

"You're sure?" He asked, just once more. He always did this.

She gave a barely perceptible nod before his fingers wrapped around her wrist and he pulled her toward the window that stretched across the entire wall of her office. It was the best view in the Ministry, but she certainly wouldn't be thinking of it as a pretty view for any longer.

Draco pulled the cups of her bra down, the cool air meeting her breasts as they were bare, and pushed her skirt up to bunch around her hips. "I'm such a lucky bastard," Draco breathed as he ripped her knickers off of her, and the scrap of lace landed on her floor.

Hermione's cheek met the chilly glass as he slid into her, and she attempted to grip the glass, but couldn't. "Oh," she moaned weakly as he filled her. "Draco, yes."

"Fucking look at you," he hissed in her ear. "Letting yourself get fucked where anyone could see you. Do you like that? You're on display for the entire fucking world like a good little whore."

She pushed her arse backwards, sliding down his cock before he could stop her. Hermione's fingers curled against the glass as he spanked her arse.

Hermione did it again for his hand to come down on her harder.

"Look down, Granger. Do you think anyone has noticed you yet?"

"I don't know." Her legs shook as he slammed into her, his fingers gripping her waist viciously. "Even if they did, they would never think it was me."

"No," he chuckled darkly. "They wouldn't. Because you're such a good girl, aren't you? Certainly not the type of witch who takes cock where anyone could watch."

A shiver rolled through her, and she licked her lips. Her lack of reply didn't go unnoticed.

"Fuck," the expletive is emphasised by a particularly rough thrust, and him palming her breast, pinching her nipple until she whined. "You want to be watched, don't you? If that's the case, why don't I take you in the atrium? I'll pin you to the wall, or fuck you on your hands and knees so everyone knows just what you want."

Heat bloomed in her belly. "Draco!" She gasped.

He rubbed her clit, reaching between them. It was a well practised move at this point, one they had done so many times before. "Are you going to come all over my cock?" He bit her shoulder, his arm locking across the space above her breasts, and against her throat.

"Yes." She managed raggedly. "Yes. God, I—"

The pressure mounted all at once, a large wave of pleasure cresting before it crashed over her, and a shriek tumbled from her lips. The window was fogged from her heavy breathing, and she slumped against the glass as he came inside of her. Draco righted her clothing for her, laughing when she leaned on the window for support.

Throwing her arms around his neck, she melted into the curve of him. "Thank you," she said, nuzzling his chest as he smoothed her hair down—the best he could anyway, it wasn't an easy task. "That was great, but I don't think I'll be asking you to fuck me in the atrium anytime soon."

His chest shook. "You say that, but once you're horny, you're a completely different person, Granger." Draco dropped a kiss to the crown of her head. "Can you spare time for lunch now that you've used me for my body?"

She snorted. "Yes. I'll meet you by the lift? Let me just sign these last few, and I'll be done."

He left her with a stern look. "Don't be late. Five minutes or I'm calling Potter to dig you out from under paperwork." Draco cast Scourgify on his trousers before exiting her office, not a single hair out of place.

Hermione truly did sign two more things, but she also lifted her wand to end the Notice-Me-Not on the window. Cast wandlessly, she hadn't noticed it was up until she came down from her orgasm, and she grinned.

He'd never been prone to sharing.