A/N: Well... here I am. Finally something new!

For those of you who are reading Potions Mistress: I promise I haven't given up on it. It just needs a lot of corrections in the early chapters before I can continue and I just don't have time for it right now.

This story is something that just came to me spontaneously. I don't have a posting scheduale, but I do hope I'll be able to post once a week once exams are over.

If you like tbird1965's stories than I'm sure you'll like this one too. Thanks to her and laurielove for the huge inspiration they provide.

Also a huge tnx to darklotus1211 who beta-ed this for me. Tnx hun! You're the best!

Read and review people :) Thoughts are appreciated.

Now of to the story...

This morning was unlike any other. It had started off like any other morning, but as soon as she left the door things seemed to go horribly wrong for her

First, her heel broke as she was walking over a puddle in the park which caused her to trip and fall in it. Then, just as she picked herself up and drew her wand out to dry and clean her clothes, a particularly rude biker breezed past her and knocked her down again. This time her stockings were torn. It angered her, but it was nothing she couldn't fix.

And last, but not least was the package with her name on it waiting for her at the reception desk of her company. It was quite a large one and she was pleasantly surprised until she found out who had sent it to her. It's safe to say that by the time she reached her office, she was not a happy camper.

Yes, Hermione Granger was a successful business woman in the magical world. She ran her own PR Company which specialized in Wizard-Muggle relations and she was used to things going as smoothly and swiftly as possible. And so far, this morning, they had not.

There were two things she was absolutely sure of. One – she wanted no distractions during the most important PR event of her life. And two – she wanted nothing to do with Lucius bloody Malfoy.

Ever since his name showed up on the list for the "Wizard and Muggle Friendship Conference" he had been a constant distraction. She couldn't understand why he even bothered to show up in her office or send her packages. Whatever he was trying to do it wouldn't work; whether to woo her or simply attempting to make her forgive him for everything that had happened between them.

Just as she opened the package he had sent her – which, as always, contained a bunch of fresh roses and her favorite sugar quills – the intercom on her desk beeped.

"Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy is here to see you. Again," she heard her Secretary Marina's unease filled voice say. "Should I let him in?"

"Yes, let him in," Hermione sighed. "I'll see what he wants. Again!"

Seconds later her door opened and Lucius Malfoy walked in with a purposeful stroll.

"Miss Granger. How lovely to see you," he said in his all too familiar supposed-to-be-seductive way.

"Malfoy," she said – the disdain evident in her voice. "What brings you here?"

"Oh, is a reason for a visit needed when a lady such as you is in question."

"Yes it is! I'm busy and if you have nothing of importance to tell me I suggest you leave this office now," she tried to keep herself from yelling.

"Now now, Miss Granger; keep your temper under control. There's no need to get angry," he smirked at her.

"Yes there bloody is, Malfoy! You come here every day with your flattering words and gifts. Well it's not working. Whatever you're trying to do is not WORKING!"

"That's quite a temper you have there, Miss Granger. I'm wondering if you can use it for other things," he replied smoothly flashing another smirk.

"That's it! I'm calling security, if you don't get out NOW!"

Lucius appeased her quietly and then grinned, before turning round and walking out of the office.

"I'll see you again soon, Miss Granger," he turned and said before walking away.

"No you won't, Malfoy," she murmured under her breath.

Her face buried in her hands, Hermione began to sob quietly. This day was a disaster. How could she let her feelings interfere with her job? It was unacceptable. Trying to calm herself, she wiped away her tear stained cheeks with the back of her hand.

"Get a grip girl! The conference is in two days and you've got work to do!" She chastised herself.

In a vain attempt to try and calm herself she picked up one of the stacks of paperwork and started dialing phone numbers to confirm the last of the attendees.

HG/LM HG/LM

The paperwork kept her busy for the rest of the day, but her mind constantly wandered to Lucius Malfoy. Why, she had no idea. Yes he was sexy and appealing, but that didn't mean anything. Behind it he was also the greatest bastard alive, used to getting what he wanted with just a flash of his smile and a stack of well-placed bills. There was also the fact that he hated Muggles and Muggle-borns to the core.

That was part of the reason that got her thinking he was up to something with his constant show-ups at her office. He couldn't really be interested in her.

She shook her head to clear her mind. A good night's rest would get him out of her head.

With a sigh, she picked up her bag and left the office.

Unlike her trip to the office, the one home was relatively peaceful. As soon as she entered her home she felt a wave of calm sweep over her. And she suddenly felt really tired.

Dropping her keys and bag on the hallway table, she made her way to the bedroom and bathroom to get ready for bed.

Strangely, her last thought before she fell asleep was none other than Lucius Malfoy.