This is a little something I started on back during NaNoWriMo in the fall and now that school is out for the summer, I've managed to finish it.

Here's hoping I finally finish that fake/pretend relationship Dramione fic I've been working on for about 2 years.

Disclaimers:

- JK Rowling owns the characters but we own the story (Though I receive no monetary compensation). Trans lives matter.

- This is pure PWP- if you squint, you might see some plot.

Draco groaned.

It was pitch black and he was smooshed up against someone decidedly feminine; He was going to bloody kill Potter when he got out of this mess.

"Draco," she whispered, her arms wrapped around his back, body pushed right up against him. "How long do you think we'll have to hide here?" She was tilting her head up and pushing onto her tip toes to whisper in his ear and it was really making him wish there was slightly more space in this broom closet.

He leaned down to whisper, lips grazing the shell of her ear as he breathed out angrily, "Potter sent us into a bloody black-market dragon egg ring without backup and with no means of communication… I'd say we'll be here until tomorrow."

She shivered as his lips dragged along her ear and her breath caught, nipples going hard.

How could she have developed a crush on her bloody co-worker and landed in a closet with him plastered against her front?

He shifted slightly and his leg managed to slot in between hers, pushing slightly against the crotch of her jeans. Hermione bit her lip to keep from groaning.

Meanwhile, Draco was attempting to shift away from her. Having felt her shiver and having her breasts rub up against his chest with every breath she took was making him have a very hard reaction.

His arms were wrapped around her lower back and he could feel her skin where it was exposed between her shirt and jeans. And fuck those jeans. When she had walked away from him earlier, he couldn't help but stare as they hugged her ass and thighs so perfectly. He let his fingers drop slightly to graze against the skin just above her jeans and he felt her catch her breath.

His eyebrows rose, though he knew she couldn't see it. Perhaps she was just as affected by him, as he was by her? How about a test? He might as well have some fun if he was stuck here waiting for Saint Potter to rescue them.

He shifted the leg he had between hers, rubbing up ever so slightly while letting one hand dip slightly lower to slide against the outside of her ass. Pretending like he needed to scratch along the leg he had beside it.

Her breath hitched again. What was he playing at? If he thought he could mess with her, then she was going to mess right back.

Hermione shifted forward, rubbing herself slightly on his leg (who's to say she can't get her rocks off while trying to get a reaction from him anyways?), tilting her head up to sigh right near his neck, letting out a soft moan and letting her lips drag against the skin of his exposed clavicle.

Bless Harry for dressing Malfoy in a tank top to blend in for their undercover opp.

Draco's eyes went wide, and his hips canted forward by themselves to try to get some friction on his quickly thickening cock. She wanted to play that way, did she?

He bent his head down and began sucking and licking along her neck. Her hair was pulled high in a messy bun leaving it exposed to him. He pulled her tighter against him and they began rocking in tandem. Her breath hitching and her fingers clawing at his back every time he rubbed his thigh against her jeans just so.

"Fuck," he groaned. She was with him there. But she was also ready to kick it up a notch.

Her hands slipped around to his abs, fondling him through his shirt and then sliding down to reach the top of his jeans.

"Can I?" She whispered to him, tugging at his button.

"Fuck yeah," He groaned into her neck before nipping at her skin. She practically mewled as she dragged his zipper down and got her hand his pants.

"No underwear eh?" She giggled quietly, getting her hand around him after shoving his jeans down his hips slightly.

He groaned as she fisted him. And finally, they tilted their heads to look at each other. Draco leaned down and Hermione bent her head back to meet him.

Fuck she tasted great.

They drew back for breath, foreheads pressed against each other's and her hands still tugging deliciously on his cock.

"Turn around," he nearly growled had her, as she removed her hand and quickly shuffled to face the wall in their confined space.

They were both breathing heavily as she leaned against his front in order to undo her jeans, sliding them down to her knees while he pushed his further down as well.

Wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning down, he began kissing her neck again. She moaned and ground back onto his cock, causing him to hiss breath out against her neck.

"Put your hands on the wall and lean forward." He commanded in a low voice against her ear. She shivered again and did as she was told. Her breasts, face and hands were now plastered to the wall and her butt was sticking out, her hips tilting in anticipation.

Draco grabbed his cock and slapped it against her left cheek and then her right before grabbing her hip and lining himself up. Leaning forward, pressing his torso against her back, he whispered, "Are you sure?" in her ear.

She tilted her head to the side, seeking his lips out for a brief kiss before saying yes.

She widened her legs as much as she could with her jeans still wrapped around her lower legs as he nudged her lips with the head of his cock.

"So good for me," he mumbled has he began sliding his dick into her tight, wet heat. He pulled out again briefly before pushing in further this time. Between the angle of her hips and her jeans constricting her legs, she was so tight.

They both groaned as he pulled nearly all the way out slowly before slamming back in fully. Gasping, Hermione saw stars as he seated himself snuggly inside her.

He stilled for a moment allowing her to adjust, as he peppered her neck with kisses and his right hand slipped around her front to start playing with her clit.

"Move!" She gasped out and he followed her instructions; left hand grasping her hip so tightly, Hermione was sure she would have bruises later. He pulled out slightly and then pushed back in hard before repeating.

Building an aggressive rhythm of short, hard thrusts, they began panting as they rapidly approached orgasm.

"Fuck- I'm so close Draco," he groaned at the sound of his name on her tongue. "Please."

He began pinching her clit harder and his thrusts became irregular as he also approached orgasm.

"Hermione," he gasped, "I've been imagining this since that day you strolled into my office in that green dress of yours the night of the Ministry Ball last year. Do you feel what you do to me?"

"Yes!" Hermione cried. Hips thrusting both back towards his cock and forwards towards his fingers.

"Then cum for me!" He demanded, lifting his hand and slapping it down on her clit before slamming inside her again.

And she did. Hermione saw stars as her vision went black and she came, milking his cock. He thrust twice more before releasing inside her.

"Fuuuck," he groaned. "Please tell me we can do that again." He mumbled, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"Definitely," she sighed as he slipped out of her.

There was some shuffling noises as they both shimmied their jeans back in place. Hermione turned to face him again. In the dimly lit closet, she could just make him out, teeth shining as he grinned at her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and rose up to kiss him again.

"You know," she said, "I've been trying to get your attention since I ran into you and Theo at the gym last summer. I wore the green dress to the ball last winter in an attempt to seduce you and instead of showing up, you were working late!"

He chuckled at the frustration in her voice. "Well, you've officially seduced me… but no more seduction until we get out of this blasted closet."

She snickered as she pulled a small dark rectangle out of her front pocket.

"I'll just ring Harry then, shall I?" Hermione said as the rectangle lit up and made some odd beeping noises before she held it to her ear.

"Do you mean to tell me you've had a mobile device on you this whole time?!" Draco whisper-shouted as she responded to the person on the other end of the call.

"Was this all part of some grand seduction scheme?" He asked after she had hung up with Potter.

"It didn't start out that way. Harry really did need us on the assignment, but when we got locked in here and you were freaking out about not being able to call for backup, I realised you hadn't been listening when Harry told us about the mobiles. So… I thought I'd let it play out."

"Minx," he growled.

"You'll get used to it." She promised as they heard the shouts of stunning spells through the door.