The wild side of Hermione comes out at last! I know she seems out of character, but I couldn't resist!

Post Hogwarts, What happens when Hermione accidently runs into Draco Malfoy in the shower? Will there be awkwardness or deep seduction?

An Empty Frame

Hermione ruffled the stack of papers on her desk impatiently. Her co-worker was supposed to have arrived almost an hour ago. Where could he be? Hermione sighed, plopping down in her desk chair. She spun to face the window instead of looking at the office before her.

Light was just beginning to run short, it was about 4:30. Hermione raked her hands through her hair. She could have made it home so much earlier, she moaned to herself. But why did she want to get home? Hermione realized that she didn't have anything, or anyone in that matter, to come home too. This thought slightly depressed her. Shaking off those thoughts, she swiveled around again, putting her back to the window. She decided she would wait another five minutes. If he didn't show up by then, she was going to have to reach him some other way. Even though it wasn't crucial that he turn in those papers now, she wanted them ahead of time. Hermione had never been one to procrastinate; her feverish working habits had carried over from school into her career at the Department of Mysteries.

Hermione stared blankly at the wall. She had it painted a yellow-gold color so that when the sun hit it, it would shimmer beautifully. She knew it was silly to enjoy watching a wall, but it made her comfortable and reminded her of her childhood days. Hermione tapped her quill against her desk. Aside from a stack of papers in front of her, many misplaced files, a row of quills and a bottle of ink, there wasn't much on her desk. Her eyes wandered to the corner of her desk where a picture frame sat. However, it was not occupied by a photograph. Hermione had not been able to find a picture that she would wish to fill the frame with. She watched it; it seemed to sag sadly without a picture to show off. She had debated over a few options, like putting in a picture of Harry, Ron, and herself, her family, childhood pictures, or even her cat, Crookshanks. But she had too many pictures of her friends and family. Her childhood was quite boring, and she had terrible hair during that time period Hermione added in her head. Besides, wasn't it weird to keep a picture of yourself on your desk? For her cat, well, the furry rascal basically had his own shrine at home, and did not need another place to take up space, reminding her of his existence.

Hermione knew she couldn't fool herself. A blank picture frame like that needed to be filled with one thing, a spouse, boyfriend, significant other, whatever you wanted to call it. Sadly, there wasn't any man to fill that empty frame at the moment. Her fling with Ron had slowly fallen to pieces after Hogwarts, and they had agreed that they would just be friends. Hermione was perfectly happy with this, but she couldn't help but want someone to whisper sweet nothings in her ear, or tell her he thought she was beautiful.

Snap out of it Hermione, she scolded herself. Now was not the time to mingle in her own pool of self-pity. Time, Hermione glanced at the clock. It had been more than five minutes. She stood importantly, striding towards the door to locate her partner but stopped. She didn't even know where to find him. Releasing a loud groan, Hermione banged her head against the door. She needed to think. Where could she find her co-worker? She groaned again. He wasn't just any co-worker, he was Draco Malfoy. For Merlin's sake, he could be anywhere!

After the war, Hermione had put aside her differences and accepted that Draco Malfoy had indeed changed. Even though he could still be an annoying prat, he was much more tolerable then before. And he has filled out nicely, and small voice said in the back of her head. Hermione once again banged her head on the door. Draco was a co-worker, not someone to be thinking about doing dirty things with, no matter how hard it was to resist thinking about those things.

Draco Malfoy, England's Top Bachelor, the Sex God, and probably every girl's wet dream. Even Hermione couldn't deny his charms, good looks, and flirty antics, were quite enticing. Hermione remembered a time when the two had been working late. They were the only ones left in their department. His tie had been loosened, the few top buttons of his shirt undone, and his hair was sexily mused up. Hermione had to repress the urge to ravish him on the spot.

Again, Hermione snapped herself out of her trance. She definitely couldn't afford to think like that. It would certainly come back to bite her in the butt later. However, she had to admit that she often found herself forming plots in her mind that resulted in the two of them snogging. She knew that when the opportunity came, she would jump on it. Shuddering, she let her mind's wheels and cogs begin to spin. Where could she find him? Certainly not at the Manor, he no longer lived there, but maybe at his apartment? The only problem was that Hermione had never been to his apartment before, so she couldn't apparate, and her floo was currently disconnected due to repairs. She sighed, but then a thought struck her.

A while back, when trying to crack the ice of awkwardness, Draco had told her about new renovations on his apartment. He had gone into detail about his bathroom in a desperate attempt for conversation. She chuckled to herself. Hermione pried her brain for the memory. He had mentioned new marble floors, top quality of course, blue walls, and black cabinetry. It wasn't much to go on, and was very risky, but if she did it carefully, Hermione figured that she just might be able to apparate into his bathroom. From there, she could access the rest of his flat, and possibly find Draco Malfoy himself.

This was probably the stupidest thing she had done in a while, and she would be neck deep in regret later, but Hermione summoned her Gryffindor courage. Carefully visualizing the room in her head, and saying her prayers which were hopefully not her last words, she spun on her heel to apparate.

A wave of nausea overcame Hermione. She reached out a hand to steady herself and met a slick, cool surface. Slowly, she opened her eyes. The air was filled with steam. She rubbed her eyes uncertainly and looked at her hand. It was on top of a black countertop, a black sink countertop. Could it be? Hermione looked at her feet. Marble floors, blue walls, Hermione rejoiced. She had done it! She allowed herself to scan the room. It was very nice, worthy of a Malfoy indeed. However, she froze when she saw the shower. Water was running from it and it was occupied by a person.

Uh oh, Hermione thought.

The shower was made of glass, so she had a clear view of the person in it. Hermione gulped. There he was, Draco Malfoy, showering, in all his glory. Great, now she was a peeping tom, Hermione groaned to herself. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't tear her eyes away.

Draco's head was tilted up slightly, letting the water run down his face and wash over his closed eyelids. His platinum blonde hair looked amazing. Hermione imagined that was what sex hair looked like, all mused up. Her eyes traveled down his body. Water streamed down his muscular chest and arms. Hermione gaped at him. He was beautiful. Her eyes slid further downwards and she felt a flush mar her cheeks, which she knew wasn't from the steam of the shower.

The shower stopped running. Hermione's heart clenched. Her eyes found a towel, presumably his. That meant he would have to step out of the shower to retrieve it…The glass door opened and his gorgeous grey eyes locked on hers within seconds. Hermione froze, her breath hitching in her chest. What else could a women do when faced head on with Draco Malfoy, who just happened to be naked? His eyes widened.

"Granger? What the hell are you doing in my bathroom?" he asked incredulously, stopping dead. Hermione stumbled for words.

"I, I-uhm," she tried, but no words were formed in her stuttering mouth. The two stood staring at each other, neither moving an inch.

"Why are you in here?" he repeated again. Hermione blushed.

"I was tired of waiting for you at the office because you were late so I decided I would try to find you and I remembered you telling me about your bathroom so I decided to apparate here not expecting to find you like…this," Hermione stumbled quickly, trying to explain. She watched as Draco's face heated in a blush. An idea formed in her mind suddenly. It was probably pure evil, but when would Hermione ever find herself in a situation like this again?

Slowly, Hermione walked forward, swaying her hips. She watched him gulp, backing away slightly. "I'm terribly sorry for the intrusion," she purred, coming dangerously close to him. She had never seen Draco look so nervous in her life. "Unless you don't mind,"

A blush graced his cheekbones, giving Hermione confidence. She suspected, no, she knew she was in the position any woman would kill for. She swayed up to him and lightly put her hand on his thigh. Hermione heard his breath quicken. A devilish smile lifted the corners of her lips. Hermione put her other hand on his chest, tracing the contours and admiring his figure. She had to admit that with the water droplets shimmering on his skin, she barely restrained herself from snogging him then and there.

She felt him tremble slightly under her hands. Slowly, she moved her hand upward, moving so that it was near his inner thigh. He whimpered. Hermione stared into his eyes. While hers were calm on the outside, even though she was on the verge of a heart attack on the inside, he couldn't hide his emotions. There was confusion, surprise, nervousness, embarrassment, and desire. Hermione laughed lightly at being able to make the famous cold exterior come crumbling down.

He was much taller than her, so Hermione had to stand on her tip toes to whisper in his ear seductively. "But you don't mind one bit, do you?" She felt something hard pressing into her stomach and she grinned in triumph. Hermione slowly walked around him, letting her fingers trail along his body. Draco's sharp intake of breath let her know that he liked his. Hermione came around front to face him again. She brushed her fingers across his warm lips and brought them down his chest, stopping centimeters from his center of desire. He made a noise in the back of his throat. She reveled in the shudder this produced. Hermione decided to be daring a lowered her hand a bit more. Draco almost fell over, he grabbed Hermione by the shoulders to steady himself. He stared at her wide eyed, a pawn in her game of seduction. Hermione loved seeing Draco like this. Vulnerable.

"You like this, don't you," Hermione purred, brushing her hand over his nipples. He was very aroused, and Hermione was in the same state. Draco's breathing had turned thick, her hands on top of his chest, rising up and down with each pant he took. Hermione backed him up against the wall, pinning him down so that he was helpless under her. Hermione had complete power, and she intended that it stay that way.

She pressed herself against him. His eyes were wide like a child's. She moved her hands up and down his body, making him moan. Hermione repressed a shiver; she couldn't believe she was actually doing this.

Once again she stood on her tip toes. Once she was level with his face, she flicked her tongue out and ran it across his bottom lip, making him gasp. Hermione could tell he wasn't used to this. Usually, he was the one doing the seducing, not the one being seduced. With that, Hermione teasingly pressed her lips against his. One of her hands went to his hair while the other fluttered around his narrow hips. Draco moaned, his knees threatening to buckle underneath him. Hermione smirked against the kiss. His arms wrapped around her hips, pulling her closer to him. Hermione felt him begin to slouch against the wall, his knees weakening beneath him.

Suddenly, Hermione pulled back. She wasn't going to give him everything. If she was going to lead him on, she would have to play this smart. Brushing herself off, Hermione headed towards the door. Confusion was evident on Draco's face, but she merely gave him a glance. "I need those files by Monday," she called over her shoulder before closing the door lightly behind her.

So, I have no idea why or what possessed me to write that. It's past midnight and I'm super tired. But I'm thinking of expanding from just being a one-shot, so let me know if you think I should!