Draco Malfoy’s Infuriate-a-Gryffindor Quota
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/64341889.
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: F/M
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Relationship: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy
Additional Tags: Shameless Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Praise Kink, Draco
Malfoy Has a Large Cock, Draco Malfoy Has a Breeding Kink,
Dom/sub, Semi-Public Sex, Office Sex, Desk Sex
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2025-04-01 Words: 400 Chapters: 1/1
Draco Malfoy’s Infuriate-a-Gryffindor Quota
by myfairladyfinger
Summary
In which Draco Malfoy has discovered that riling Hermione Granger up in quarterly meetings
is more than just about meeting his daily infuriate-a-Gryffindor quota.
Notes
This is the smut I promised my X mutuals following a little drabble I wrote of Draco luring
Hermione into his office for their daily “argument.”
Please enjoy yourself!
The corners of Draco’s mouth twitch, amusement lining his face as he glides into his office.
He dons a delighted smile at the sound of clipped footsteps behind him. A steaming witch
barrels quickly after him.
He drawls at her, “Come to thank me, Granger?”
“Malfoy, what game are you playing at?” The balled fists at her sides move as if to stomp
towards the ground.
Cute. Draco’s heart swells in his chest, requiring every last bit of room in it.
“I just gave you the funding you needed. Is that not what you wanted?”
She scoffs.
Hermione folds her arms together over her ribs then shakes her head.
“You-”
“-deserve a thank you kiss?”
She gawks at him in disbelief. Her ears heat up under the cloak of her hair. “You are an
entitled, spoiled, and presumptuous prat.”
His face falls. “Presumptuous!”
Hermione’s chest heaves, her lips set into a firm line, refusing to falter even as emotions flash
across his face.
And because Hermione’s adrenaline has crested so high, she continues, “Just because we
need funding does not mean that I want your interference. It’s highly unpro-”
“Spare me, Granger. You don’t care for professionalism.” Draco’s expression hardens into a
stony glare.
He stalks forward, backing her up until he can push his office door closed, and her against it.
Then he flattens his palm down and taps his pointer finger on the wood.
“You’re not very professional when you come marching into my office to argue a quick shag
out of me.”
Hermione’s fist flies into the air.
He narrowly blocks it.
Hermione’s rapid breaths encourage him further. He can’t help himself when her anger’s this
pliant.
“You’re correct. I’ve been spoiled rotten, how do you expect me to resist? You always feel so
good like this.”
His lifts a hand up to twist a lock of her hair between two fingers, tugging softly before
letting the curl bounce up as he releases it.
He lowers his lips to her ear.
Then he crowds her, thigh nudging between her legs.
“You know all about the struggles of resisting, don’t you, Granger?” He presses his mouth to
the skin under her earlobe.
“Is this all I get? A stern talking to? Surely, you can spare just a little bit of your praise, too.”
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i haven’t even started writing this yet tbh 🥸
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