Chapter 3

This chapter brings Hermione more into the story.

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Hermione piled her unruly curls on top of her head and stuck a pencil through the high bun to keep it together.

It was late, extremely late but she needed to finish this.

Being the Assistant to the Minister of Magic had its rewards and Kingsley depended on her more than he cared to admit.

Kingsley had proven to be a successful Minister.

Public opinion of him was strong and positive.

Being an ex-Auror, he had his wits about him and scrutinized every minuscule detail while listening to good reason, leaving nothing unturned.

Hermione loved her job and working for him, they made an efficient team.

Taking a sip of butterbeer she leaned back against the chair. It was too hot!

Hermione casually unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and at once felt comfortable and breezy.

When had her life become this busy? The rush of work was a high she craved, doing something meaningful felt good.

Ron was clearly disappointed that she had been working nights for the past week.

He had called earlier and demanded she come home to spend time with him before he left for some away game.

Hermione let out a frustrated groan, the man could be overbearing and childish at times and the lack of understanding he possessed astonished and annoyed her mostly.

It wasn't that she didn't want to see Ron, she did!

But the matter at hand was far more important than a rather unsatisfactory shag.

Hermione let out a low laugh at her last thought, he wasn't all that bad.

She closed her eyes and let her thoughts drift to what seemed like an easier time.

Seeing Draco two days ago had stirred some disturbing feelings in her.

Feelings, she did not want to confront.

After the Great Battle of Hogwarts and Voldemort's defeat, Ron had declared his feelings for her.

Hermione had returned his affections and they had fallen into a comfortable relationship of sorts.

It seemed like she always had a crush on him, hadn't she?

She did love him, she supposed, perhaps not like it was intended but she did to an extent.

Then she had decided to return to Hogwarts to complete the final year, and to her surprise, she was made Head Girl and to everyone's surprise, Draco Malfoy was named Head Boy.

It was quite the scandal, but McGonagall stuck to her guns, and that was the end of that.

No one would dare question the strict Headmistress.

Draco had always commanded the respect and fear of the students, in addition to that, he was only second to her in grades.

He was an intelligent, and able wizard and if he wasn't a Death Eater who tried to kill Dumbledore, he would have clearly been the obvious choice for Head Boy.

Hermione recalled Draco walking up to her after the feast on their first day back, she cowered in his presence, much like a mouse hiding from a cat.

She had never faced him alone, but he surprised her, by speaking to her gently and offering to make a pact.

She had gawked at his pale face in disbelief, wondering if it really was Malfoy and not some polyjuiced lookalike.

They would remain cordial and stay the hell out of each other's way, it seemed like a great plan.

Hermione agreed without hesitation, and things had been completely fine for a while.

The trouble started, when they were made to share a dorm room.

It was probably pent up hormones and horny teenagers put together in such proximity.

After the Christmas Ball, they had gotten a little tipsy and ending up kissing inside their dorm, and sparks had flown instantaneously.

Who made the first move, Hermione couldn't remember and neither did it matter because she had kissed him and held him close as if her life depended on it.

Draco had taken her to heights she had only read about in books, and there was no stopping them after that.

Hermione wasn't a virgin; she had given herself to Ron in the beginning stages of their tumultuous relationship, but she was inexperienced.

Draco on the other hand was far too experienced and he was amazing.

He was patient with her and took the lead, giving her time to adjust to his needs while he catered to her fervently.

He had his way with her whenever and wherever he wished, and Hermione willingly gave herself to him.

They were so good in bed, that Draco stopped sleeping with other girls and focused completely on her.

Hermione had been secretly thrilled, but she said nothing to him and showed him her indifference.

The understanding they shared ensured that no one would get hurt.

They were not a couple in the sense of the word since it was impossible considering who they were.

She, a hated Mudblood and he, an ex-Death Eater and son of a pureblood fanatic.

Their future was bleak from the start.

Keeping their trysts secret from their friends proved to be a challenging task, especially from Ginny and Blaise who were at Hogwarts at the time.

Ginny being a perceivable witch had questioned Hermione on her bizarre actions and random disappearances.

More than often, Ginny caught Draco's intense staring at Hermione over the tables in the Great Hall after their nights of passion but when questioned, she steadily denied any involvement with good looking Slytherin.

Hermione continued her front of being Ron's girlfriend because it was expected from her, besides that was who she really was.

Draco never asked her to leave Ron, except portraying the occasionally jealous outburst when Ron visited.

The nights after Ron's departure brought a smile to her lips because on those nights, like a man possessed, Draco had been magnificent as if he was desperately trying to prove a point.

He had nothing to prove, he was the BEST!

Harry had joined the Ministry as a Junior Auror and Ron played for the Chudley Cannons as substitute Keeper and Hermione was at Hogwarts, they all saw less of each other.

Times were changing, they were changing.

On many a day, Hermione would dress up and wait for Ron, but he wouldn't show up as promised or even bother to tell her why.

Rumours circulated about Ron with other women, but Hermione didn't care much since she wasn't being a faithful little Saint either.

Her Slytherin Prince would step in and make her forget about the misery and loneliness and every time he brought her to that shuddering climax, he held her firmly in his arms and whispered the same words, "You're mine."

She never replied.

He knew about loneliness as she did, and they bonded over their shared situation.

Once Graduation was over, they spent one incredible night together and parted ways amicably.

From the shadows, Draco watched the sleeping form of Hermione Granger, she was in her office with mountains of papers scattered across her table.

A mischievous smile curved his lips, he crept inside slowly and walked over to her silently, careful not to make a sound.

She looked peaceful, a small smile on her face.

A sudden burning desire crept up to within him, and he ran a finger down her cheek to the valley between the top of her exposed cleavage.

Draco could make out the green lacy bra she wore, it would be a lie not to admit he missed sleeping with Granger.

She was the only woman to blow his mind.

The fire she possessed, turned him on to no end.

He was tempted to lock the door and taste her.

She tasted like a forbidden fruit.

She always loved it when his tongue licked her dry and his lips sucked on her clit, until her body convulsed with an earth-shattering orgasm.

Caught up in his sinful thoughts, he didn't notice the witch move under his touch.

Hermione stirred, fuck!

She at once flung herself out of the chair and grabbed her wand, "WHAT THE FUCK, MALFOY?"

Hermione screamed at him, "YOU SCARED ME HALF TO DEATH, YOU ABSOLUTE LUNATIC."

She tried to catch her breath while holding onto the sides of the table.

Draco laughed loudly, "I'm sorry, Granger, but it was too good an opportunity to pass up."

Hermione narrowed her eyes and inquired suspiciously, "What the hell are you doing here at this hour?"

Draco took out a thick file from under his black cloak and slammed it on her table. "Kingsley wanted these as soon as possible."

She eyed the files with interest, "What is this?"

He sneered in disgust, "My father's old Death Eater shit and all known accomplices, there's a few that got away."

Massaging the bridge of her nose, she sat back down.

"Thanks, Malfoy," Hermione replied politely as possible, before viciously adding, "By the way, If you touch me again without my consent, I will hex you into oblivion."

Draco narrowed his eyes in anger.

Not once, had she ever told him not to touch her.

He hated the sound of it.

Drawing himself up to his full height, he went around the small desk and stared down into her petrified face, his face inches away from hers.

Hermione swallowed and hopped onto her desk to put some distance between them.

"Not so cocky now, are you, Granger?" Draco challenged.

Hermione gazed into his eyes, how she loved them!

Stormy grey pools of sexiness burned into her own fiery golden brown.

An involuntary whimper escaped Hermione's lips and Draco kissed her.

Their lips met in fiery abandonment; her little dulcet sounds became more fervent while her fingers ran through his hair holding his head in place.

Merlin, he felt good!

Their need was urgent. They kissed passionately, pressing, and pushing against each other.

Draco trailed kisses down her neck and sucked on the delicate flesh near the base of her throat, where he knew she loved it best.

Hermione moaned, a deep sound of wanting while her leg went around his waist, trapping him to her.

Fuck, her knickers were dampening with arousal.

He knew her body all too well.

Caught up in the moment, Draco slipped his hand underneath the blouse feeling her smooth skin, his fingers edged towards her supple breasts.

Draco cupped a mound and felt its weight in the palm of his hand.

He felt her freeze as his fingers brushed against a hardened nipple.

Breathing heavy and filled with desire, Hermione reluctantly and gently pushed Draco away, "I can't do this."

Draco stopped at once, moving away from her slightly and staring at her puzzled.

"Why? I know you want this," He questioned gently reaching for her hand.

The words she said and the way her body reacted was contradictory at best.

Hermione got off the table and adjusted her clothes while gazing at him through conflicted eyes, "I'm marrying Ron in two weeks."

Draco kept staring, stunned into silence and unable to tear his eyes away from her.

An unfamiliar sense of unease settled in the pits of his stomach.

"Congratulations," Draco mumbled not meaning a word of it.

Hermione reached to touch his arm, but he brushed her off.

"Make sure Kingsley gets the file, Granger," Draco expressed sternly, barely looking at her.

He turned on his heel and fled the small office.

She watched Draco's retreating figure miserably and touched her swollen lips.

Her heart hammered against her chest uncomfortably.

After all these years, how was it possible that he awakened such a fierce and inexplicable desire within her.

It was almost unbearable to watch him leave but she couldn't understand why?