State of Dress

Untitled Part 1

He was going to have to quit his job.

That's all there was to it. It's not like he could focus anyway.

Not if he had to sit through another pointless, boring meeting about "lab-fop" usage or whatever the hell new change the Department was trying to implement.

Not if Blaise kept tapping his pen on the table; a pen which Draco was fairly certain Blaise had nicked from the pen cup on his desk and which, if Blaise didn't stop tapping in the next five seconds, would soon be buried deep in his cranium.

And certainly not with the fact that Granger wore that dress this morning; the green sheath dress that hugged her arse and made her breasts look like they were carved from marble. And of course, that bitch had to sit across from him. Draco covertly bit his fist as she leaned forward slightly while she took notes. Merlin strike him down, that was the definition of a perfect rack.

"Isn't that right, Malfoy?"

"Huh?"

Shacklebolt motioned towards the flat, silver rectangular device on the conference table. "It's very important for the purebloods in the Department to become acclimated to using Muggle technology. Granger tells me you've agreed to be the project leader, educating some of our more conservative employees."

Did he now? He glanced at Granger who had paused in her diligent note-taking and looked up at him, as though she was daring him to contradict Shacklebolt on the matter.

When exactly did he agree to...?

Oh, wait.

"Malfoy, do you have a moment?"

Draco coughed into his coffee. Granger had on his second favorite blouse today. The light blue button-down. It was about half a size too small for her chest. When she turned to the side, the buttons gapped where he could perfectly make out patches of her bra underneath. Gods forbid she ever got her clothes properly tailored.

"Malfoy?"

He took a sip of his cold coffee to lubricate his throat. "What can I do for you, Granger?"

Then there was talking, the subject of which he couldn't remember because she bent over to pick something off the floor and he could see straight down her shirt. That must have been the moment when she asked him to do the thing. Whatever it was. He probably would have agreed to anything at that point, so long as he could continue to stare at her bra strap.

He racked his brain but couldn't for the life of him remember the specifics of the conversation that day. He could remember that her bra was white lace, the minx.

"Malfoy?"

Draco realized that he had been furiously clicking his pen while staring at Granger's breasts. He cleared his throat. "Yeah. Um...yes, Minister. I will...certainly get on that."

Seriously, what the hell was this meeting even about?

"Alright. With that settled, this meeting is adjourned."

Subtle sighs of relief rang through the conference room as everyone arose from their seats as fast as possible so they could return to their offices and shut the door for the rest of the afternoon. Draco gathered his belongings a bit slower, keeping one eye on the door, as he was also keen to retreat, and one eye on Granger in her camel suede pumps at the end of her long legs.

Those shoes.

It was embarrassing how many times he had wanked to the fantasy of those shoes on his shoulders as he plowed into her over and over and—