Lily: Yes you darlings, a Dramione, quite, quite, unlike me. This is based off the manga series Midnight Secretary. While I was reading it I thought, what better to do than mix vampires, debauchery, and Harry Potter? I was going to make this an HPDM but I thought Hermione's character fit really well. Um. I hope this is a nice start! Oh, I'll warn you right now there is some lemon in this chapter!! I know, it's very early, but it's with reason my friends. Anyway, I'll let you read now.

It was late at night, so late that most people would be sleeping. The various buildings of London were dark, everyone having gone home, but in the tall sleek skyscraper of the Malfoy Corporation's London headquarters; at the very top of the building, one light was still on. It was a tiny pinprick shining through the darkness, the brilliant but limited blazing white of a small desk lamp. The moonlight created sharp edged shapes in the room, transforming the ordinary office into an otherworldly realm. Amongst the sharply contrasted shapes two figures moved together in a heated tangle of limbs. Occasionally, as they shifted and writhed, the smooth curve of a woman's hip, pale as the moonlight itself, could be seen; shining and slick with a light sheen of sweat. Dimly outlined in the darkness the figure of a man was also apparent, the sharp aristocratic lines of his face, hinted by the moonlight, seemed to be contorted in what seemed to be pain but could easily be pleasure.

She moaned, she cried out, she pleaded, but he stayed silent, only gripping her hips harder when the pleasure grew. Slowly, expertly, he built the heat between them; she was completely in his control. As her pleasure climbed to a fever pitch, the tension in the room seemed strung tight enough to snap. He drew her close to him, nuzzled the elegant curve of her neck and inhaled her scent. Her breaths grew shorter, and as she teetered on the edge of climax, he opened his mouth against her straining neck and bit down.

A thin trickle of red slid down her pale throat and curved around one breast. She cried out into the night, and he groaned deeply with pleasure, his voice a deep, resounding rumble.

From her vantage point behind the couch, Hermione Granger witnessed all of this with wide eyes, unsure of whether it was right to be so terrified and so aroused at the same time. Her hands shook as they gripped the leather of her hiding place. Even more than becoming a peeping tom, she had been party to something that bore far more gravity. Her boss, the legendary womanizer Draco Lucius Malfoy, was a vampire! Wild situations galloped through her mind, horrific images of beautiful, staring women, all dead, their necks spouting blood. Her insides lurched and her vision swam for a second, but she could not faint. Through the madness of her frightened thoughts her characteristic sense reared its head. Even more than panicking, she knew that she needed to escape. She needed to run to the safety of her own home where she could properly break down. Steeling herself, taking slow, deep breaths, she raised her head to check and make sure the couple was still wrapped in their post-coital haze so she could escape. But as she looked up, she felt her heart stop beating for a minute. A shiver ran down her spine and she was frozen to the spot, unable to move, unable to make a sound. For, through the darkness, pinning her in place with their intensity, were her boss's cold gray eyes. And they promised a world of trouble.

2 Weeks Before…

Finally! Finally she was there. She, Hermione Granger, was at the Malfoy Corp. head office! Ever since she was in high school and her mother had started working there, she had wanted to enter the company. She had worked hard to get the best qualifications and, through her mother's connections, had managed to get into the company's secretarial department right after college. She had worked as the secretary for minor department heads and had moved up to the president's son, a higher ranking Director. That had taken four years.

Now, because of her skill at her job, she was being transferred. Her new boss was Draco Malfoy, the President's other son. Thinking about him caused her smile to falter a little. She had heard about Draco Malfoy in the course of working in the company. He was a known playboy who had women left and right, constantly going in and out of his office. He mixed his business and his pleasure, had brief trysts in his office as often as he had business meetings. He held unreasonable work hours, insisting that his secretaries keep the same. Another thing about him, he never kept a secretary for long. It was said that he went through secretaries as quickly a he went through women. Hermione had done further investigation and had found that each and every one of his past secretaries had been beautiful women. Completely disgusted, she had discovered further that, according to rumors, all of them had entered into a relationship with Draco Malfoy shortly before they stopped working.

Though she had found all this out, Hermione still felt excitement build inside her. Draco Malfoy, even if he was a womanizer, was extremely efficient and good at what he did. His department of the company operated at almost 100 percent efficiency, even more amazingly, he had kept things running without a secretary (something considered necessary that high up) for months. Hermione felt she could look past his debauchery as long as that kind of admirable workmanship kept up.

"Miss Granger, this is the Director's office" Hermione looked up from her musing to the man who had been guiding her to her new place of work. The office was similar to her old office, gleaming mahogany desk, beige carpet, typical high end upper company employee trappings. The only difference was the name on the gold plaque to the side of the door, instead of Aurelius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy was engraved there. Hermione stared at it 'That's your new boss Hermione' she thought to herself, 'let's go meet him'.

"Well, Mr. Malfoy doesn't seem to be in his office, I'll just go on in and leave him a memo" her guide, Mr. Longbottom, was saying. Hermione nodded absentmindedly and watched as Mr. Longbottom opened the door.

Suddenly noises poured out of the room. Panting breaths and a woman's gasps and cries flooded Hermione's ears. Embarrassing oaths tinted her cheeks red. Wide eyed, Hermione stood frozen in front of the door, eyes clapped onto the sight of her new boss caught red handed. Mr. Longbottom began to stammer some nonsense, apologizing over and over, but Draco didn't look fazed. He planted one last kiss on the soft swell of one of the woman's exposed breasts and smiled at her,

"looks like we have to finish for today" he said. The woman began to do herself up, not in the least embarrassed to be caught in such a compromising position.

"That's too bad! I guess I'll see you some other time?" she leaned over and kissed him deeply, not minding the two other people standing like deer caught in headlights watching the whole thing.

"Bye" the woman stood and smoothed out any wrinkles on her outfit before breezing out of the room. Hermione followed her with her eyes, noting her expensive looking clothes and salon quality hair; she was too well dressed to have been a prostitute.

"Neville, I hope you have a good reason for interrupting me" Hermione turned back to Draco Malfoy who had settled himself behind his massive desk. Neville, pale and shaking, started to stutter out an explanation

"he had to leave you a memo" Hermione answered for him, seeing that Neville was on the verge of fainting. Draco turned his sharp eyes to Hermione, giving her body a quick sweep before quickly losing interest.

"You are…?" he drawled, raising an eyebrow at her. Slightly offended at being given a "once-over" so blatantly, Hermione drew herself up and set her shoulders, giving him her best smile, she replied,

"Hermione Granger, your new secretary"

Lily: Augh! God! Ok it was kind of a boring first chapter, but it's for set up! Anyway, I hope you liked it.

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