For most people, Monday morning was a begrudging day, where they unwillingly dragged themselves out of bed and into the office to begin another gruelling week at work. Most people weren't Hermione Granger.

Giving Crookshanks a quick scratch behind the ears she Apparated to the entrance point of the building that housed her office. The security consultant, a very butch witch called Marge, greeted her with the same contempt she reserved for everyone.

"How was your weekend?" Hermione asked as she surrendered her bag and wand for searching before passing through the curse detection field.

"Fine," Marge grunted, satisfied that she wasn't a spy today, handed back her possessions.

"Have a nice day," She called back as she climbed into the elevator, earning yet another grunt from Marge.

Memos got on and off at every floor, and when the doors opened on the third floor, Hermione caught sight of her contact in the media department who looked like she might rush the elevator just to talk to her. She was silently glad when the doors whispered shut again.

"How are you today Miss Granger?"

"Very well Frank and how are you?"

"Not too bad at all," He replied, wheeling his mail cart into the elevator as she exited, "Not curses to speak of today."

"Well they say that no news is good news."

"That they do."

Once he was gone, Hermione threw herself into the fray. She saw no less than three staff jump to their feet seeing which could reach her first.

"Hermione they cancelled production on the first prototype."

"Jane you know very well that's not under my control," She said but continued before Jane had a chance to reply, "However, I know you don't want to deal with him so just write up a report and send the documents to Delia and I'll make sure that it's seen to."

"There's a production error on a mass shipment out of the Scotland factory."

That stopped her dead in her tracks, "What?"

"The new potion, which was meant to be blue, is now purple and makes you grow hair in funny places."

"Please don't tell me this Steve, I haven't even had my coffee yet. I need to hear only good news."

"Well, I have cancelled production and have booked a Portkey up to the factory this afternoon to talk to the research team."

She continued towards her office, "Send me a Patronus when you get there and know what's going on."

"Miss Granger?" A timid girl called Marie said after Steve left her.

"Keep up Marie, time spent idle is wasted."

"I was just wondering if you could help me with these reports I'm meant to be doing."

Hermione sighed, "I'll have one of the team heads sit with you and go over everything with you again but Marie I need you to take plenty of notes and not be scared to ask questions when you don't understand something. I need you to be a fully functioning member of team as soon as possible."

"Yes, I'm sorry."

"Okay, just go back and do your best."

"Morning Hermione," Delia said when she broke through the partitions that separated her office from the teams she oversaw.

"Good morning Delia," She picked her mail up off the corner of Delia's desk, her ever efficient assistant had already opened it and sorted it by importance.

"I have your schedule for today and Mr. Malfoy would like to see you in his office."

"Senior or junior?"

"Junior."

Hermione looked over at Malfoy's assistant, busy scribbling on a piece of parchment, the door to Malfoy's office was firmly closed. "Can you put this on my desk and get me a cup of coffee please."

"Of course."

"Morning Samson, Draco in?" Hermione asked.

"He is," Samson informed her without looking up from his memo, "Go on in."

She knocked on the door in the spirit of manners before pushing it open.

Draco was sitting station behind his huge antique desk, in front of him were piles of parchment pertaining to current accounts and future investment opportunities spread before him. Hermione would call it a disaster but he referred to it as organised chaos.

"I'll call you back," He flicked his wand at the fire effectively cutting off whoever he had been talking to. "Good morning Granger."

"You wanted to see me?"

"I did," He got to his feet, grabbing a folder as he went. Hermione noticed that he'd finally given into his mothers nagging to get his hair cut. He suit was a favourite of his, black with a faint green pin stripe through it, indicating that he had an important meeting at some point.

"What's this?" Hermione looked at the folder, it had 'designs' written on it carefully in print that clearly wasn't Draco's.

"New investment proposal, all about ladies fashion so I figured that, being very stylish, you would be better at making a decision on this one."

"I'll look into it," She replied, "Was there anything else?"

He pushed her against the door and crushed his mouth on hers, his hands explored her slender body.

She responded, fisting her hands in his hair, deciding that she didn't like it shorter at all.

"I want you," Draco mumbled against her mouth, his movements were more desperate than before. He grabbed at her knee length skirt and began sliding it up her legs until his hands found her creamy flesh.

Hermione's own hands searched out his belt buckle as she tried desperately to free him. Belt, button, zipper and his pants fell to his ankles. She wasted no time dragging his briefs down and letting them follow to the floor.

It wasn't long before Hermione's own black, Victoria's Secret, lace panties joined Draco's clothing. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, taking him into her in one full thrust.

She cried out, tilting her head towards the ceiling while Draco kissed her neck and sort out the right rhythm. Slow at first, then faster until they would both tumble over that blissful edge.

This was one of the things that Hermione loved about Monday morning. She wasn't sure if it was the excitement of sneaking around behind everyone's back, or the fact that Draco was amazing at what he did, but as she rode towards climax, she was willing to admit to herself that this was the best reason to get out of bed.

The orgasm ripped through her and she dug her perfectly manicured finger nails into the back of Draco's neck. He followed soon after, almost failing to continue holding her up through his immense pleasure.

Slipping out of her, Draco set her back on her feet and they laughed together.

"What have you got on today?" She asked, fetching her panties and stepping back into them.

"I have a meeting with my father to discuss my future. Then I'm going to look into that Quidditch team we bought last month. See if the investment is looking like it might be worth it. How about you?"

"Well, apparently there's an error in potions and the team leader is off to Scotland to fix it, thus I will be pouring through the reports and files to see what went wrong. As it is I might have to take and emergency Portkey up there and see what's what. Then I'm meant to be liaising with your mother regarding the upcoming fundraiser for the war veteran's fund."

The way Hermione said 'liaising' told Draco that it was his mother's idea and not Hermione's. Never-the-less, she did her job and did it well.

Hermione checked her reflection in the glass of Draco's well stocked liquor cabinet to make sure her perfectly applied make up was still perfect and that her hair wasn't out of place.

"Are you free at lunch?" He asked her, returning to his desk.

"Unless I'm in Scotland, I am free for lunch."

"Fantastic, shall we meet in Diagon Alley then to go over our monthly projections rather than spend the afternoon in that stuffy board room?"

"Sounds like a plan," She grabbed the file from the floor where it landed during their tryst and opened the door, "I'll meet you here at one then?"

"Sure."

~*

Hermione wanted to rip out her hair and it wasn't even ten am yet. Everything with the potion was in order on parchment, so where on Earth was the problem occurring?

She was just about to get on the Floo to the factory manager when Delia stuck her head in the door, "Sorry to interrupt but a Patronus arrived from Steve saying he believes that he's found the source of the problem but he's going to stay in Scotland over night and file a full report with you tomorrow."

"Okay, excellent."

"Also an owl arrived from Mrs. Malfoy. She would like change your appointment to eleven am."

"Of course she would," Hermione muttered, "Owl her back and tell her that will be fine."

Once Delia was gone, Hermione scrubbed her hands over her face. She would have to go through her notes for the fund raiser and put off finding who would be fired when the production mishap was unravelled.

Narcissa Malfoy was nothing but a thorn in her side. Lucius had known that it would have been a deal breaker to tell her that part of her job description would be dealing with Narcissa on a regular basis and conveniently neglected to inform her until after she signed the contract.

Thankfully Narcissa worked more with the media department than with Hermione.

She had just opened her file when the fire signalled that she had a call, "Yes?"

"Tell me you are free tonight."

"Hi Ginny," Hermione said dryly, "I'm fine thanks and how are you?"

"Yeah, yeah," Ginny rushed on. "Well? Are you free?"

"I believe I am. Why?"

"There is this amazing party on tonight and you just have to come?"

"Who has a party on a Monday?"

"Soon to be university graduates," Ginny sang, "Please come."

"Ginny I don't go to university anymore. I graduated and live in the real world now."

"Yeah but smart guys your age do still go to university and there are some good looking healers I know would be interested in meeting you."

"I have a job."

"So, Harry has a job and he's still coming with me."

"Harry is off on injury leave. He should be resting."

"He wasn't hurt that badly Hermione." Ginny replied but she couldn't quite mask the concern in her eyes. "Anyway the time off is just the standard requirements of the ministry. He'll be up hunting Death Eaters again in no time."

"I'm sure that he will. I however have to have a morning tea with Narcissa Malfoy in an hour and am under prepared. If you don't mind..."

"Yeah okay, I will see you tonight."

"No you won't."

With a wave of her wand, Hermione disconnected Ginny before she had a chance to object and went back to work.

~*

"Malfoy Industries is a very important part of the Wizarding world Draco and as acting CEO of the company you will be expected to conform to certain standards."

Draco sighed, "How many times are we going to have this conversation? I'm conforming, I show up to the office every day and I'm sober."

"Yet you still go out on weekends and drink like a filthy pirate while sallying young women." Lucius stated, and then added, "Thankfully we've found an assistant that you're not interested in shagging against a bookcase."

"Yeah, because he's a bloke," Draco thought briefly of Hermione, her strong legs wrapped tightly around him as he took her against his office door. Lucius would never ever suspect that they would be doing anything of the sort when they visited each other's offices.

"I will be retiring soon and you will take over. I want you to be professional as much out of the office as in it."

"I will do my best."

"Are you boys going to be long?" Narcissa sailed onto the patio where Draco sat with his father. She ran a hand threw his hair, "It looks much better now that you've had it cut."

"Thank you mother," Draco said, "Are we done here father?"

"I suppose that we are. I will expect to see you and Miss Granger first thing tomorrow morning for our monthly productions report."

"Naturally," Draco climbed to his feet.

The door bell sounded off in the background and Narcissa patted him on the arm, "Speaking of Miss Granger that will be her now."

A house elf appeared at the door, he cleared his throat and then announced Hermione. She thanked him politely and took a few confident strides to Narcissa. They clasped hands and kissed on both cheeks.

Draco stifled a chuckle. He knew that the whole ceremony was his mothers doing. Granger would never greet her friends in such a formal manner. However, he also knew that it was a sign of welcome and peace coming from his mother.

"I'm glad you're here. Shoo Draco, unless you want to help me pick out china patterns."

From the look on Hermione's face, she wasn't interested in picking out china patterns either, "Thank you but I'd rather have my brain sawed in half."

"You haven't already?" Hermione quipped.

"No Granger, I just have more important matters to attend to. Like watching a goblin count galleons or interviewing candidates for your position once I take over management."

"Now Draco, play nice." Lucius warned.

Narcissa clapped her hands and the house elf appeared, "Please bring out new place settings and get my notes off my desk."

"Well I'll be going," Draco shook his father's hand and kissed his mother's cheek, "Granger."

"Malfoy," she nodded and tried not to smile when he winked at her and then Disapparated.

"I'm thinking Lavender," Narcissa announced and Hermione watched Lucius pale.

"I'm not sure that Lavender would work with the theme. It is a war veteran's fund raiser. What about strong golds?"

Lucius nodded then turned on his heal and fled before he was roped in for his opinion, leaving Hermione to Narcissa's mercy.

~*

She was running late, worse so given the fact that Narcissa didn't think that leaving her just to meet Draco was worthy of releasing her. She barged into Draco's office without knocking spouting apologies.

He held up one finger to silence her before rapidly firing off French towards the fire place.

Hermione followed the exchange perfectly, taking a seat on the antique leather couch while Draco finished up his call. Several times she had found herself completely naked with him rising over her on that couch during many of their late working nights. The thought made her blush then smile.

She completely missed that Draco's call was now done and that he was watching her with keen interest. "What are you thinking?"

"Nothing at all."

"Yes you are. I know you better than you think I do." He crossed to her, grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to her feet. "You're thinking about me and all the nasty little things I can do to you. How I can make you scream."

"Maybe I am," She shoved his hands away, "But I am not interested in doing anything with you right now. I'm hungry, we have a meeting and I have to Portkey to Hogwarts at three thirty so if you don't mind."

Draco smirked at her then lead the way to the fire place, he threw in some Floo powder and climbed in the fire, "Diagon Alley."

She followed after him through the flame and found Diagon Alley bustling with people. Parents, eagerly preparing for the end of the school year when their children would return home and demand their time, workers on breaks and tourists, lots of tourists.

"Why are you going to Hogwarts?"

"I have a meeting with Professor McGonagall."

"What for?" Draco led her towards his favourite restaurant where they were greeted by a head waiter, "It's a nice enough day, how about we dine in the courtyard?"

"Yes okay," She agreed. Once they were seated and the head waiter shuffled off she continued, "What's with the twenty questions?"

"You meeting with Professor McGonagall wasn't on your schedule for today."

"No, because I am part of the past pupils board and was invited in a social capacity rather than a professional one. However, I dare say that she will ask me to use my position within this company to help her attain something."

"Fair enough."

"Hermione?" She looked up into the eyes of her friend and former lover. His red hair stood up in all directions and caught the sun, "Lunch meeting?"

"Ron," She stood and leant over the small rope fence to kiss him gently on the cheek. "How are you feeling? Ginny said that you were injured."

"Oh I'm alright I guess. No major damage."

"That's good. You look well."

"We all look really well," Draco added drily, "Now if you don't mind, we have many matters to discuss. Some of us have empires to run."

"Instead of rotting in prison where you deserve to be," Ron bit back earning a reassuring pat on the back from Hermione.

"I'll see you at The Burrow on Sunday?"

"You will."

When he was gone Hermione put her head in her hands, "Thank you for getting rid of him."

"How long ago did you break up again? He really needs to move on."

"We broke up not long after graduation from Hogwarts. He went into Auror training and I went partying."

"I never saw you partying in Uni."

Hermione scoffed, "You never saw anything in Uni, and you were always blind drunk."

"Oh yeah," Draco laughed at the memory.

"Anyway, things have never really been the same since then."

Draco nodded and opened the file that he had brought with him. Hermione reached into her bag and copied his action.

"Oh did word come from Scotland?"

"Apparently everything is fine up there. Steve, head of department is up there running the show and I plan of firing who ever messed up."

"What exactly went wrong?"

"Clearly someone dropped a jar of ills bane into the mixture. It's going to end up costing us millions."

"Well if that's the case, then you'll have to race my father to firing."

"Oh he's not robbing me of that pleasure."

Laughing, Draco cast his eyes over his own list, "Right, we have Paris next week to look at that business."

"D'Arcy Maclean, a former employee of Malfoy Industries if I am correct."

"You are. I think the amount is far too much for the company of his size, I have a feeling that we will be in negotiations with him over this for a while."

"Fair enough," Hermione ticked that off her list of things to discuss.

"Did you get to look at that folder?"

"It's on my list of things to do the second that work slows down a little bit."

"Well I can't really look at it and go, 'yes looks good we'll invest,' because I know absolutely nothing about women's fashion, put the models in front of me though and we are good."

"Yeah go figure."

"Right well, we have a meeting with the Weasels on Friday."

"Do you have to call them that?"

"Well I don't know about you but I'm really looking forward to sitting in a room with you and awkward boy while the other two witnesses pretending that nothing's going on."

"Calm down Draco."

The waiter came back and handed them each a menu, "Would you like to see today's specials?"

"No."

"Yes," Hermione said at the same time.

They glared at each other a moment.

"I'll have a glass of chardonnay to start with and if you could come back in a few minutes."

"I'll have a Fire Whiskey," Draco added and the waiter left.

"How was your father today?"

"Oh full of disappointed warnings, 'Being the CEO comes with responsibility Draco,' I was a prefect at Hogwarts for crying out loud."

"And you handled that famously."

"You loved it."

"I most certainly did not."

"Whatever," Draco muttered.

The waiter came over again, "Ready to order now?"

"I'll have the Creaser Salad," Hermione said, handing him back the menu and taking a sip of her wine.

"I'll have steak and potatoes," Draco said.

"Very good," The stuffy waiter said and walked off.

"We are such creatures of habit, we should just walk in as say 'The usual thanks'," Hermione commented.

Draco nodded and turned his attention back to his list.

~*

Once again, Hermione found herself running tragically late. By the time her meeting with Draco deteriorated into name calling, Hermione had very little time to run home, change and get to the department of registered travel.

"Hermione Granger," She panted when she ran full fledge into the counter.

"ID," The bored woman behind the counter said.

Hermione flung her bag open, pulled out her purse and flung her ID at the woman who scanned it.

"You're late."

"You don't say," She snapped.

"Through the doors on your right," She pointed, "Next."

Hermione hurried through the doors where heaps of people were seated on plastic chairs waiting for their Portkeys to be ready.

"Granger," A wizard called over the chatter.

"Yes here," Hermione rushed forward.

"Have a nice trip."

"Thanks," She muttered before grabbing a hold of the metal cylinder. There was the familiar hook feeling behind her belly button and she found herself outside the gates to Hogwarts.

AN: I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing here. I do not have any business knowledge outside of listening to my sister go on about hers occasionally. So basically I'm just making it up as I go along, hopefully it will make enough sense to follow well enough.