A/N: I'm new so please be nice. Here goes nothing! Sorry for grammar and spelling mistakes !
"Granger for God's sake it's not like I'm asking to sleep with you!" He yelled, growing tired.
"Noooo." She answered slowly so as to be sure he understood. "You're asking me to work for you, which, for you, is pretty much the same thing!"
"Where did you get that from?" He demanded.
"Please, everyone knows that you have slept with every woman who has ever worked for you." She spat.
He smirked. "I had no idea you were so well informed about my sex life." He said.
"It's common knowledge." She growled, looking him up and down in disgust.
"I would gladly take you to bed if that's what you want." He offered, eyeing her slowly.
"You disgust me. I will not be another one to add to your list, Malfoy." She twirled around and started to leave before she was pulled back by the man she was wanting to avoid.
For some reason she had thought that once out of Hogwarts she would never have to see him again, much less talk to him. Yet a year after school as she was wondering through a shopping mall with two of her many cousins she found herself face to face with the blond ferret's face. Ten of his faces to be exact. On the cover of numerous magazins. After that she was forced to listen to her cousins as they commented on his looks, his money and his fame. They were so superficial. If they weren't related Hermione knew she never would have hung out with them. At least their obsessions amused her. At first she survived, if the only times she would have to see him was through muggle and wizard media, she would be able to ignore the fact that his smirking face followed her everywhere.
Unfortunately it could not be so. For the last few months he and his friend, partner, second command, Blazé or something, Hermione could care less, had been harassing her to start working with them in their entreprise as head of their Muggle and Wizard Relations Departement. And for the last three months she had refused. Why in the world did he even think that he could convince her to work with him?
"Granger, don't be like that, I was joking, I'd never sleep with you, even if my life depended on it!" He tried to reassure her.
"Oh and why is that?! Am I not attractive enough for you?! Am I not pureblooded enough?" She questioned furiously, searching for any excuse to get mad at him.
"Merlin Granger! You are impossible! I can't say anything right to you. If I say I'm not opposed to shagging you, you blow up on me. If I say I don't want to, you blow up. Can I never say anything correct?!"
"Not when it's me you're talking to." She shot back.
She was very well aware that he hadn't done anything worthy of her wrath. Yet. she knew it would come though, he had been nothing but rude to her during school and now he was infuriating. It didn't matter how much she wanted to accept the job: it was an excellent offer, the perfect opportunity and the pay would be amazing. However, pride was one of Hermione's faults, along with stubborness and she was not about to work with him until she judged that he had done enough grovelling. Perhaps it was cruel, but Hermione reckoned that she had every right to have a bit of pay back.
"Granger I need you! You are as much a muggle as a wizard and you are the missing asset my entreprise needs." He said, seemingly annoyed at having to praise her, but he knew what he needed for his company to continue blooming, even his father had admitted that they could get no further without a witch like Hermione. So for the benefit of his wealth, Draco had put aside his pride and gone to the person least likely to work for him.
"If you promise to leave me alone... I'll think about it." She sighed, reluctantly.
"That's as good as I'm going to get from you at the moment, so it'll have to do... For now." He said smugly.
"How long will you give me to think it over?"
"A week?" He proposed, sticking out a hand.
She glanced down at his hand and nodded. "A week." She aquiested.
As she walked home she contemplated on how much he had changed since school. He didn't wince or grimace when she shook his hand, nor had he once commented on her blood. Yes indeed, Draco Malfoy had changed drastically. Or perhaps he had just learnt to hide his disgust, seeing as he worked and communicated with many muggles and halfbloods she wouldn't be surprised if he was just hiding it all beneath his cold exterior. After all, he wouldn't get many clients if he groaned and wiped his hands every time he welcomed a future partner.
"Hermione, what's up?" Harry inquired, studying her thoughtful face as she warmed her hands on a coffee cup.
She sighed, taking a large gulp of hot coffee and looking from Harry to Ron. "Remember what I told you the other day?"
"'Bout what, 'Mione?" Ron asked.
"About Malfoy and Zabini and their job offer." She said.
"Yeah... They sound bloody desperate if you ask me!"
Ron snorted. "Well said mate!" He exclaimed, high fiving his best friend.
Hermione shook her head with a small smile on her lips. "Honestly boys, you're supposed to be 22, not 15."
"Honestly Hermione, when are you going to stop fooling around and realize that you're going to accept the job no matter what?" Harry asked, imitating her tone of voice.
Hermione blushed. "I've always known, I just wanted him to squirm a bit... You know let him think that I won't take him up on his offer. Besides I can't just decide like that! I already have a job."
"Mione, this is a risky game you're playing, he might give up and ask someone else." Ron informed her.
"Because you want me to work for him?" She checked, surprised.
"Merlin, no! But I know what's good for you." Ron explained, Harry nodding along.
"We'll be here all along the way to make sure you don't accidentally tumble into bed with him in some cheap hotel."
"I highly doubt that it would be in a cheap hotel, most likely one of his three star hotels, best on the market." She joked.
"Hmm sounds like you've done your research 'Mione." Ronald laughed.
She rolled her eyes, grinning broadly. "Listen 'Mione, I'm not gonna lie to you... We hate the bloke but if this job is what you want, then we're not going to stand in your way. Rumor on the street is he's grown up."
"Who told you that?"
"Ginny, who else?" Ron snorted, as Harry blushed.
"We're your friends Hermione, hell you're like a sister to us! We won't hold you back from, what we are mature enough to admit, is a once in a life time opportunity." Harry said.
"You don't know how much this means to me." Hermione admitted.
"So long as you don't become friends with the ferret."
Hermione giggled. "Can't make any promises." She teased. If she was going to work with him, being on good terms with him could only help.
Ron seemed to understand this. "Then, as long as you don't end up dating or shagging the bloke, I'm fine with it." He corrected his previous statement.
Hermione threw her head back and laughed whole heartedly. "Like I said: Can't make any promises." She winked at her bestfriends, left a five pound bill on the small table, kissed each one on the cheek and left them both confused and shocked.
"Did she really just say she wasn't opposed to shagging him?" Ron asked, horrified.
"I think so." Harry answered, a glint in his gaze.
"Bloody hell, what have we agreed to? She hasn't even started working for the git and she's already become promiscuous."
Hermione paced back and forth in her living room, driving her roommates mad. Ginny had stomped into the room, screamed at her to stop and gone back to her room, slamming the door shut. Luna had drifted into the room in her usual daze and observed that Hermione was creating a draft which would attract Wrackwrogsters. Whatever those were.
Giving up on trying to figure out which decision was wrong and which was right she sat at her desk by her window and wrote a letter.
~~~G~~~
Malfoy,
I have decided to take you up on your offer and become your Head of WMR.
Hermione G.
~~~M~~~
Granger,
It's about time! Shall we go out to dinner tomorrow night to celebrate?
Draco M.
~~~G~~~
Malfoy,
Don't push your luck.
Hermione G.
~~~M~~~
Granger,
Don't get any ideas Granger, it would just be an innocent dinner between employer and employee.
Draco M.
~~~G~~~
Malfoy,
Everybody knows how innocent dinners end with you.
H.G.
~~~M~~~
Granger,
Is that jealousy I detect? If you really want to I'd gladly take you to bed. Or not... You know it doesn't have to be on a bed.
Draco M.
~~~G~~~
Malfoy,
In your dreams.
H.G.
~~~M~~~
Granger,
Believe me, it is.
Draco M.
~~~G~~~
How you manage to get women to sleep with you is beyond me.
H.G.
~~~M~~~
With my horribly good looks, charming personality and intellegence.
Draco .M.
~~~G~~~
'Horribly' being the key word and only one out of three being true.
H.G.
~~~M~~~
Aha! I knew you throught I was smart!
Draco M.
~~~G~~~
I find the fact that you immediately eliminated 'good looking and charming' highly amusing to me.
H.G.
~~~M~~~
You tricked me.
D.M.
~~~G~~~
No I didn't, just got you to admit the truth. So how you get women to sleep with you remains an unresolved mystery.
H.G.
~~~M~~~
I'd be more than happy to show you.
D.M.
~~~G~~~
Ew Malfoy, just ew.
H.G.
~~~M~~~
You know you secretly want to know my secret.
D.M.
~~~G~~~
Malfoy,
As entertaining as this is, I have other fish to fry.
Good day,
Hermione Granger
~~~M~~~
Granger,
Should I be worried? You do know that it is 10p.m. Right? You can't work with me if you can't read the time.
Malfoy
~~~G~~~
Malfoy,
Don't be ridiculous! It can't be that late! I started talking to you at noo - Oh my gosh, I just checked the time... This isn't possible! I refuse to believe that I've been owling you for 10 hours!
H.G.
~~~M~~~
Believe it Granger, time flies when you're with me. Anyway down to buisness: 8:30 a.m. sharp in my office Monday morning or you are fired.
Draco Malfoy
~~~G~~~
Malfoy,
You can't fire me, I haven't signed any official documents yet.
Hermione Granger
~~~M~~~
Then I won't bloody hire you at all.
D.M.
~~~G~~~
Ahh the sweet taste of victory. Don't worry, I won't be late.
See you Monday.
Hermione Granger
A/N: Alright this isn't much biut it'll get better! Just need a bit of practise 'cause it's my first story.