A/N: This takes place after the war and for my purposes all conflicts and disputes have disaperated as if by magic !gasp! this story was inspired by my thoughts of my own internal clock as I was tossing in turning in my bed, and this was also written at 2:50am so please don't hate me. Thankx for reading and I would love to hear feed back

With Pleasure

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Hermione was sitting at her desk in the muggle protection wing of the ministry, and her clock was driving her insane. With every passing second another tick went by.

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'The incensed ticking will stop eventually' she though…all she has to do was keep her mind off it. She dived into her workload piled high from her past hours spent listening to the clock on the wall marking her time in this useless office filling out useless paperwork day in and day out.

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After Harry and Ron became aurors they had no time any more to spend with their old friend. She began to feel obsolete compared to the aurors that her two old friends now "chatted it up with".

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When Hermione began thinking about her "friends" the clock came back into play.

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The ticking soon began to resemble her own internal biological clock ticking away her precious times of fertility and youth…But then it began to fade

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Suddenly Hermione was worried; as soon as she compared the ticking to her life it began to fade…this clock HAD to be wound up as soon.

"Draco" Hermione called out of her office to the person in the desk right outside

"What?" Draco called back

"I need some help" as his superior he was required to help her if a situation calls for it

"Fine. What do you want?"

"Can you wind up my clock?" Hermione pointed to the large clock hanging on the wall obviously out of Hermionie's reach and barley in Draco's

"With Pleasure" he replied and pulled Hermionie into a tight embrace so not even an atom of oxygen could pass through them. Then he brought her lips to his an kissed her with such force and passion she would have fallen to the floor had he of not been holding her up.