Harry Potter oneshots & imagines

work trip - draco malfoy (requested)

thanks to @officialslut for requesting this! ahh i love this idea sm! 🤍

warnings: kissing, cursing, smut, oral (female receiving), overstimulation

plot: draco and y/n both work at the ministry (post-war), and are sent on a mission to capture a man for his fraudulent activities (scamming, stealing money, etc). y/n and draco hate each other, and they have since their hogwarts years, but once they're forced to work together due to their task from the ministry, snd they must share a room. and a bed. and simply, they just cannot resist each other.

background: enemies to lovers, one bed trope, draco and y/n have always hated each other until now

prompts: 95 - "how many times do you think i can make you come?", 135 - "i don't care if you can't fucking take it, if you wanted to stop you would've said the safe word.", 138 - "why so shy?"

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"I'm sorry sir, I think I misheard you" I say in shock.

"I don't think you did, miss y/l/n."

"I—"

"I'm not working with her!" exclaims Draco, my long time enemy.

"Believe me, Malfoy, I'd rather not work with you either." I respond assertively. "God this is disgusting, I can't fucking believe this." I mutter under my breath.

"Language Miss y/l/n." says our employer.

"Sorry sir." I murmur, embarrassed that he heard me.

He looks at the both of us, exchanging glances back and forth, fully aware of my conflict with Malfoy, but too professional to consider any variation of this reality in which we're forced to stand one another.

"You will go on this mission and that is final. We need to find this scoundrel. Clear?"

"Yes, sir." I say.

"Yes, sir." Malfoy says simultaneously.

Malfoy has always been attractive, no point in denying his attractiveness, but it's just his attitude that really throws me off. He's a bitch.

"Now. Now that that's settled. You will be staying at The Lipton." he says. "It's a nice place." he adds.

"It certainly is." I say, offering a tight-lipped smile.

"Well then, I will let you two get going."

"It's only four." Draco says, confused.

"Yes, I see that. However, I will need you two here tomorrow morning at six A.M. sharp."

"Six? Alright." I say, trying not to panic. I am not a light packer and I need my beauty rest.

"B-but sir—"

"No 'buts', Malfoy. You are a grown man, correct?" he says as I stifle my laughter.