Hermione Granger was never a woman to pray, but sometimes she wished she was, just so the amount of embarrassing moments with her boss would stop.

Of course working for Draco Malfoy had its inconvenient but she wasn't a woman to simply give up plus she loved her job. She knew, as well as the rest of the Wizarding Community, that he was a playboy never the type of settling down or have a steady relationship, and that type she seemed to pick up quite a few miles away. But jeez, changing girlfriends over night was insane…

Sometimes she caught herself wondering if he was that good…surely if he had that much stamina and many women to confirm her suspicions it meant he was, and sometimes she wondered what it would be like to simply throw caution to the wind and simply act on her instincts.

She was free and curious but she also knew that he was a death eater and dangerous, but if she knew that why did her heart skipped a beat with that thought?

7am

Yet another day, the same routine. Hermione couldn't say she minded it but just the simple thought of spending 9 hours with him was enough for her to consider calling in sick.

It will be done soon…just wait for the right moment and puff Malfoy's no longer a threat.

Getting on with her morning rituals she left her apartment around 8am…she would always get in earlier then required, and that was exactly what 'screwed' her sanity…

'Morning Mione' – called one of her co-workers.

'Morning Jeff' – she replied.

'Again early, I'm considering offering you an alarm clock' – her friend said.

'I'll hold you on that thought' – Hermione laughed proceeding with her walk to her desk.

She sat down on her chair finding her desk, again piled up with forms and tasks for her to do – hopefully she would get them ready by the end of her shift.

'Morning Granger' – he marched towards his office already in a hurry.

'Morning Malfoy' – she retorted.

'It's Mr. Malfoy, Granger' – he warned, closing the door behind him, not even giving her the time to have a comeback on him.

Whatever you say, ferret

She attacked the pile of work, but no sooner before he called her. Anger filled her veins…

Why the hell is he calling me? He just arrived…stupid git…

Standing up, she moved abruptly to his door, making sure to knock loudly.

'You called…'

'Indeed I did. I would like you to call Mr. Ferguson and tell him I'll be meeting him at 10 o'clock sharp and also take these contacts and call them, request their presence on the dates I wrote down…see, I even did your job…' – he smirked.

'Of course you did, Malfoy' – she said grabbing his notes.

'Also, call Ms. Ferguson…I hear she is a…well, just call her'

Oh here we go again…

'Why don't you call her yourself?'

'Because I have you to do that…' – he said leaning back on his chair.

One of these days…I'm telling you, Malfoy, one of these days…

'Yeah, anything else?'

'No, that would be all'

I don't know why I still put up with that git…

She turned her back at him and walked out of his office.

After his meeting with Mr. Ferguson and possibly as she was about to leave for lunch a blonde haired woman walked in, in all her mightiness…

Jeez…why can't he pick unsnobish women?

'How may I help you, Ma'am?' – Hermione asked.

'I am here to speak with Mr. Draco Malfoy…' – she announced still not even looking at Hermione.

'Oh, and who might I announce?'

'I don't need an announcement…' – the woman said, walking towards his door.

Oh well…not my place to interfere…

Hermione simply grabbed her bag and left their company so to have lunch with her friend, Jamie.

'Oh gosh, you should have seen her face…'I'm here to speak with Mr. Draco Malfoy'' – Hermione said with the same snobbish posture.

'It must have been hilarious' – Jamie said laughing – 'why the hell does he keep bringing them there?'

'I just don't know…it's almost like he wants people to know about his conquers…it's simply disgusting' – Hermione said drinking her beer.

'Someone sounds j.e.a.l.o.u.s' – Jamie said stressing it out.

'Are you crazy? Is your beer drugged or something? Of course I'm not jealous…he is simply intolerable…I can't stand him' – Hermione said looking to her left.

'You are so jealous, Mione, I know you for ages, and I can see it…quite clearly if you ask me' – her friend laughed.

'Am not!' – she exclaimed – 'He is…'

'Intolerable…already heard that' – Jamie said pressing her lips tightly together so not to laugh.

Could Hermione Jean Granger be jealous over Draco ferret-face Malfoy? Not possible…purely irrational and not likely…she still had her brains…she wasn't simply one of those blonde bimbos he was always after…jeez, you are jealous- her mind yelled

'Tell me, why are you jealous?'

'I…well, if you ask me I truly don't know…he is so different from me…he is my boss, a git, gorgeous, a ferret, has a stupid smirk…has a nice body…GOD!' – Hermione exclaimed hitting the table with her fist.

'Hey! Hold your horses, Mione. It's not the end of the world…'

'For me it is…I think I…I think I have a crush on my worst enemy…there is definitely hell for me now' – Hermione whispered.

'Then you might as well enjoy it' – Jamie said winking at her.

As she returned her work she received a few 'friendly' looks on her way to her table.

Why the hell are they looking at me that way? Is something wrong with me?

She approached his office's door, glancing through the glass that left her not wondering nor giving her time to wonder.

Then she understood it…everything fell into its right place like a puzzle.

'Oh yes…give me more, Draco…oh yes, right there…keep going…oh yes…more' – a woman's voice yelled.

'Oh' – a manly groan was heard.

Oh please, not this again…I'm tired of this…

'My dear Merlin, right there…oh please…right there' – the woman yelled again.

I'm going to be sick…

'Mr. Malfoy's office' – Hermione greeted still slightly sick.

'Hello there, my name is William Fergusson…I'm calling you to talk with Mr. Malfoy…'

'Oh, I'm quite sorry, Sir, but he is at a…meeting…could he possibly call you in a few minutes?'

'Certainly…thank you' – he said hanging out.

If only you knew what kind of meeting…

Later that day

'Granger' – he exclaimed.

'What now, Malfoy? I was about to leave…it's past my time…'

'You won't believe what happened…Mr. Fergusson accepted our services' – Draco said excited.

I can't help but wonder – was he really impressed with us or was it because of Malfoy's meeting with his daughter…?

'Good I guess…' – Hermione said uncomfortably bringing a folder closer to her chest.

'Let's celebrate, Granger' – he said – 'Order the best champagne and maybe some dinner, you are joining me'

'What? No I can't possibly…I have some other things to do…' – she started.

'Nonsense…you are as much to congratulate as me…Mr. Fergusson was quite pleased with you…' – Malfoy said still sitting in his chair, looking back at her.

'Well, thank you, but I really have to go…I have a few prior engagements to attempt now…' – she tried once again.

'Do I look like I care? I'm your boss, what I say, goes' – he said standing up and moving towards her.

'Fine…for a little while though…we drink a glass of champagne and I go home' – she said.

'Whatever suits you' – he said raising his hands in surrender.

'I'm going to buy the champagne then…' – she said still quite uncomfortable.

Why the hell does he want me to stay here? This is so…unnerving…

Returning to his office with a bottle of the only champagne she could find on the supermarket nearby she found him without his jacket and his tie loosen.

This is getting dangerous, Hermione…you need to back away before…

'Oh there you are…I thought you had run away and left me with no champagne' – he said laughing.

That was my first intention…and who knew he could actually laugh, not smirk…aren't you full of surprises, Malfoy…

'Don't worry, I wouldn't leave you without your champagne, Malfoy' – she said

'Good to know…why don't you sit down make yourself comfortable? I'll open the bottle' – he said standing up.

'I'm…I'm good as I am…'

'Oh come on Granger, are you afraid of me?' – he asked smirking.

Now there's the smirk I…

'Being afraid of you, Malfoy? Only on your wildest dreams…' – she retorted, sitting down, just to prove him her point.

'Hmm, wildest dreams hum' – he said

'Get on with that bottle…I have things to do' – she said

How can you have a crush on him if you can't stand him? You sure are going delusional…

'I'm heartbroken…you don't want to spend time with me?' – He asked yet again with his characteristic smirk.

'No! This was stupid! I need to go now!' – She said standing up, determined to leave that bloody place.

'You are not going anywhere' – he said grabbing her wrist.

'Let go!' – She said.

'And what if I don't?' – he asked, approaching her, their bodies a few inches apart, too little for her liking.

I'm definitely going to hell…this is insane…how can I…

'Let go, Malfoy!' – She said looking up into his eyes.

And now you are lost…great move, Hermione, you should have been smarter than this…

'No' – he simply said, leaning in closer, his hot breath tickling her neck.

DO SOMETHING! Anything! Oh my, is he...

He brushed her cheek with his thumb, looking deeply into her eyes. The spell was complete, now she was definitely drawn to him…there was simply no way out…

When he was a few breaths away from her lips her senses were foggy, her brain cloudy with something not that all unknown...only her reflexes to save her in a time like that. Her knee came in contact with his groin.

'DAMN!' – he exclaimed, falling to his knees.

'Well, you wanted me to drink champagne with you, right? Well, there…empty glass…see you tomorrow, Malfoy' – she said hurriedly.

To tell you the truth she was frightened to see his reaction as to what she had just done…she was screwed, there was no way in hell he would let that go unpunished…

Hermione Granger, you are screwed, completely and utterly screwed…

As she apparated home she couldn't stop thinking what had almost…almost…happened that evening.

'Stupid, stupid…stupid!' – she exclaimed to herself.

She sat on her sofa, picking one of her unfinished books and tried to read it, but as hard she tried it, the more times she reread the same sentence…

'Oh come on! He didn't even kiss you, and here you are thinking about it! I'm going insane…truly nuts…' – she said throwing the book against the nearest wall – 'I have to do something! Anything!'

Back in his office

'Merlin! Why am I feeling this way about her? We didn't even get that far…jeez you sure lost your marbles…' – Draco said as he paced back and forth on his well decorated office.

'Well…ok, one thing's for sure…she is looking good nowadays…damn…what do I do now? I must…have her…' – he whispered, sitting back on his chair.

She apparated back into the office, already knowing he would be there – these days he seemed to spend his nights there…some days she would find him sound asleep on his couch…others…well, not alone…but she had to do something – she was going mad with anticipation, so she might as well put an end to it…

'What are you doing in here?' – He asked as she marched in his office, a determined look on her face. She only stopped walking when she was about a foot away from him. She leaned down, pushing his chair back and kissed him, fully on his lips.

To say she was lost once she kissed him would have been an understatement…he drawn her to him…he made her thinking not at all hermionish thoughts. He simply made her feel…alive, her body screamed for his touch, her tongue gave away the most sensational sensations of all her life…

Sensational sensations? Oh quite imaginative, Hermione…quite imaginative…how in hell am I going to find the strength I need to depart from him now? The plan seemed better not 5 minutes ago…his kiss was the only flaw to her plan…Draco Malfoy was her sin…

'Now that we have that settled, see you in the morning' – she said breathlessly walking out of his office and for certain apparating away.

Oh woman…you are going to be my downfall…

'Thank god she hadn't felt it…jeez, that would have been awkward…only with a kiss…that witch is powerful...now I really need a cold shower' – he whispered, leaving his office as well, towards his little apartment.