All For the Promotion

All for the promotion

She flounced into work with a see-through cream blouse, a black bra sticking out like a sore thumb underneath her shirt and her skirt might as well have just been absent all together. The senior vice president position of the firm had opened, and she was not below using her looks to get her way.

It was lucky for her that her boss had a glass office directly next to her desk; otherwise her outfit would have been worn in vain. His gray eyes could have popped out upon seeing the look Ginny Weasley had recently acquired. It wasn't that Draco Malfoy wasn't used to women who dressed... revealingly, but this was the goody-two-shoes Gryffindor who loved Potty. Clearly not the girl he had remembered from his Hogwarts days.

She smiled, feeling his eyes upon her. 'Accidentally' dropping a piece of parchment, she bent over, her silky black underwear peaking out from underneath her skirt. She picked it up, snickering as she heard a tremendous thud from behind her. Putting on her most concerned face, she rushed to Malfoy's office.

"Are you alright?" she asked, offering her hand to him. She presumed he had been the one to cause the noise she had heard... after all, he was on the floor, a goggled look on his face. He accepted her hand, pushing himself off the ground. She watched as a blush spread across his face, watched him brush off his pants.

"Fine, just fine," he snapped, sitting back down in his relaxing leather chair.

"You know, I've been wanting to ask you for a while..." Ginny began, acting coyly. Draco raised his eyebrow in suspense, waiting for her to continue. "Would you want to go out for a drink with me tonight?" she finished, making her chest protrude a bit. His eyes darted directly to her breasts.

"Actually, I'm busy," Draco sighed, looking up at her face. Ginny pouted sweetly as if she was disappointed. He tapped his quill impatiently on his desk.

"But, I'm sure I could make room for a drink..." he ended, waving the quill in the air.

"We'll have a good time, I promise," Ginny winked, turning around. She walked out of the office, making sure her hips swung seductively. She complimented herself as she sat down to her desk, stamping various pieces of parchment. She was sure to secure the position that very night.

They left work together in Draco's car, a convertible. Ginny's stomach tossed unpleasantly at the thought. Her hair was sure to get mussed by the wind, and she had spent ages on getting her curls not to frizz. She shrugged it off, if it would rise her on the business ladder it didn't matter.

A drink turned into coffee, coffee turned into dinner. Soon they were at the finest wizarding restaurant in London. All throughout the meal, Ginny made sure he kept his eyes on her.

She had noticed a slight hesitation upon entering the restaurant. Draco had stopped abruptly, shielding himself behind a plant. Confused, Ginny followed his eyes, letting them fall on Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. They were dining like a normal couple, but paid no heed to their son and his disgrace-to-the-wizarding-world date. She brushed the thought away, sitting down across from Draco.

She groaned as he began talking about business. She forced a smile and a nod when he asked if she agreed. Ginny rested her elbow on the table, propping her head on her hand. Her hair fell to the side, the lighting of the restaurant illuminating it. It gave the illusion that her hair was glowing. The sleeve to her blouse slowly began to slip off her shoulder, revealing her milky skin, kissed with freckles. Draco stopped in mid-sentence, motioning that her sleeve had fallen down.

"Oh, sorry. Please continue," Ginny grumbled, pulling it back up. That didn't quite have the effect she wished. She began to think he might be dull, like Percy. Determined to spice things up a bit, she removed her shoe from under the table.

Draco jumped upon feeling Ginny's foot caress his leg. They were so soft, so... he cut his thought off as his pants suddenly rose. The testosterone began pumping, primitive instincts arousing in his body. All he knew was that he wanted to take her somewhere private.

Ginny smiled with glee as he called for the check. In a matter of seconds, they were out of the restaurant and back into his car. Draco couldn't stand having to wait, and it didn't help when Ginny placed her hand on his inner thigh. He went straight towards his house.

Not able to hold anything back, he pulled Ginny out of the car close to his chest. She shuddered as he pulled her tighter to him, his rough hands caressing her cheek. She remembered why she had hated him, but she reminded herself it was all for the promotion. She blushed as he bent down to kiss her. She accepted, kissing him back forcefully, deepening the kiss.

Her legs wrapped around him, Draco carried Ginny in the front door, banging around the hallway as he fumbled with the door handle. He set her down, kissing her lightly on her lips.

Draco stumbled at a stubborn button as he tried to unbuckle his pants. Ginny helped them off, her hand slipping down his waistline. He laid her gently down on the bed, hesitating for what he was about to do would be looked down upon, but seeing the pleading look in her eyes, he bent down, drawing the curtains closed.

The next day it was announced Ginny Weasley was the new Vice President of the company.