Hello, Operator?

Chapter 4

When the phone rang and Draco grabbed it. He picked up immediately.

"#426"

He scowled at the wall. This wasn't his favorite client. He wasn't familiar with this one and had to consult the ledger to figure out how to talk to her.

When she hung up he dragged himself to break room to make himself a mug of tea.

"Working late again?" Granger was adding milk and sugar to her coffee.

Malfoy should have expected to see her. She was always working late. Still, the sight of her always caught him off guard.

"Uh, Granger, I wanted to ask you something."

She looked up from her mug, her full attention making him regret speaking. He should go back to his office and wait for #919 to call.

"About the assistant position. It's just that I really need the raise. You know the stipulations of my parole."

She nodded solemnly. "Yes, yes. You can't access the Malfoy fortune. I'm not sure what I can do to help Malfoy."

"Just give me a test run, what are you asking in the interview?"

"Um...well, alright."

Granger gestured toward the break room's tiny table that was missing a chair.

"How are you with interacting with muggles?"

"That's part of your job?"

She nodded. "I don't think it was part of Fudge's job, but after Voldemort the muggle ministry doesn't want to be kept in the dark and I can't blame them. So yes, Weekly meetings with the prime minister. You can talk to muggles?"

"Yes. Of course I can talk to muggles."

"By yourself? Or over the phone? If I can't make the meeting myself."

"Yes. Yes. I know how to talk to muggles and use a bloody phone. Is that the only job requirement, Granger?"

She laughed and he was struck by how familiar it sounded. But why would her laugh sound familiar? He'd hardly made her smile before.

"No, that's not the only requirement. But it certainly helps. Most wizards still don't know how to use a phone." She cocked her head to one side and studied him like he was a problem on an arithmancy exam. "How do you?"

Draco couldn't think of an answer.

•••

"#919"

"Hello, love."

"Do you only take calls at night?"

"Yes."

"What if I want to cum in the morning?"

"Then you'll have to tell me all about it, at night."

He rasped a new fantasy into the phone, of taking her against her office door. Of holding a hand over her mouth so her moans wouldn't be heard by anyone else in the office. Of sliding that hand down to her throat and squeezing gently while he whispered "not a sound" against her ear.

"Can you be quiet for me, love?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Good girl."

After she came, and was panting in the afterglow, Draco asked, "so against the door is ok?"

She laughed. "Yes. The door is good. You know I even have four walls I've never been fucked against."

•••

"#919"

"You're earlier than usual tonight."

"I'm hornier than usual tonight."

"What kind of fantasy do you have when you're extra horny?"

"You can think of the fantasy, I'm still working on a hunch I have."

"Oh?"

But she didn't elaborate.

So Draco talked her to the edge with a boss/secretary role play. She argued over who got to be the boss, and won.

After she finished, she asked, "so if you were a secretary you think your job would be pleasuring your boss all day?"

"If you were my boss, I wouldn't mind it."

"What else would you do?"

"I'd get down on on my knees for you and pleasure you under your desk every morning while you did your office work."

"Yea?"

"Yea...and when you got bored of that I'd shag you wherever you want. Never on your desk! I think I'd last at least a week before you got bored of my cock and fired me."

She laughed. "I think I'd keep you around longer than that! You're hired."