Hi guys this is my first Dramione story, hope you enjoy it.

Hermione Granger was seated behind her mahogany desk that was cluttered with flyers highlighting Elvish rights, currently reading a new bill opposing Goblin slavery. When suddenly her office door was wretched open and Ginny Potter walked through the threshold.

"Where were you last night?!" She stood glaring at Hermione.

Hermione replied nonchalantly, "At home, Flourish & Blotts delivered Severus Snape : Potion Secrets, it was 800 pages of pure ingeniousness, Snape hated us but he was really a potions master."

"Hermione Jean Granger you had a date last night!", Ginny screeched.

Hermione visibly blanced, "Ginny I'm sorry I must have forgot." They both knew she hadn't. "You know I'm not interested in dating now, Davis is transferring to the Department of Mysteries so his job as head of the Department for the Care and Control of Magical Creatures is available and I'm working towards that, I've simply no time available for dates."

Ginny shrugged nonchalantly, "We both know you work twice as hard as any employeee in this department, and you're going on a date tonight." Ginny saw Hermione start to object, "Hermione if you go on this date I won't ask you to go on anymore." Hermione's eyes lit up and Ginny knew she had her, she couldn't help smirking internally.

"Really, no more dates, or talk of companionship?" Hermione asked.

"None whatsoever, as long as you agree to this one." Ginny replied.

"This means so running home as soon as I leave, closing off the fire place or setting up any wards so no one can get in, as well as you wearing what I bought for you for this date." Ginny said.

For the first time since Ginny appeared, Hermione noticed the shiny black shopping bag. "Okay, I agree." Hermione said.

Ginny smiled triumphantly before pulling out a scarlet dress for Hermione to inspect, "Luna and I went to Padma's new boutique, I thought this would look great on you, considering how much this colour suited you at Bill and Fleur's wedding."

Hermione looked at the pretty garment in Ginny's hand, it was velvet, with a sweet-heart neckline and thin spaghetti, an A-Line silhouette and the lenght looked like it would come to just above her knees. She loved it already, "Its great Ginny, its not too over-the-top or inappropriate like the last dress you made me wear."

Ginny looked down guiltily, "Okay I admit that looked horrendous, but I'm glad you like this one, I also got you shoes." Ginny pulled out black 5 inch stilleto strappy sandals, "I already put a cushioning charm on them so they'll be comfortable."

Hermione looked at the shoes and decided that they did actually go fairly well with the dress, "Thanks Gin, now why don't you tell me who I'm meeting."

Ginny looked at her excitingly, "Anthony Goldstein, he's picking you up from your office at 6 o' clock, Harry said he's a great auror and he's avid reader of Muggle fiction, you already have one thing in common with him Hermione, I brought you some make-up as well so there's absolutely no reason for you to go home and then get cold feet."

Hermione looked sullen, "He better not be gay like the last guy you tried to set me up with, Justin told me he thought I could put in a word for him with Ron."

" That wasn't my fault, I genuinely thought he liked women, I should have seen the signs though when he asked if Dean Thomas was still single," Ginny replied.

Hermione couldn't help but laugh, "It was great though because he didn't try to feel me up or ask me to spend the night with him after the first date like Cormac."

"McLaggen's always had a thing for you Hermione," Ginny said.

"Maybe, but you said that he was no longer the pompous git from school Gin," Hermione replied.

Just as Ginny was going to reply, Draco Malfoy opened Hermiones office door and strolled in.

After the war, the Malfoys were trialed, Lucius got house arrest and Draco was fully pardoned since he was underage. They were still slightly shunned and Narcissa and Lucius mainly lived a secluded life, choosing to spend their days content at Malfoy Manor.

Draco however, the Malfoy heir chose to work at the Ministry, he currently worked in the Department of Law Enforcement. He still had full access to the Malfoy fortune and was disgustingly rich but he sought something money couldn't buy : redemption.

Malfoy and Hermione often worked together, since all the elves she protected worked for purebloods, so when Hermione was summoned, Malfoy went along with her mostly to ensure that both parties came to a mutual understanding. She was surprised when she found out that all the Malfoy elves were treated quite fairly, were paid and even given two days off a month.

After seeing Malfoy for two straight months at the same restaurant for lunch every day, they eventually called a truce and since then met for lunch together everyday.

"Granger," Malfoy greeted her, he then turned to Gin, "Mrs Potter."

"Hello Malfoy, I'll be ready to leave in 5 minutes, want to join us Gin?"

Ginny replied, " No Hermione, I'm meeting Harry for lunch, now don't forget, Anthony will be here at 6 and I expect an owl after."

"After what?" Malfoy stated.

"Her date offcourse." Ginny replied smugly.

Neither lady noticed how Malfoy's eyes narrowed.

Ginny left and Malfoy and Hermione flooed to the Leaky Cauldron and headed off into Diagon Alley.

"Your choice today Granger," said Malfoy.

"I want some Indian, let's visit the new place opposite Quality Quidditch Supplies , its called Celeste's Spicy Infusions," replied Hermione

They headed to the restaurant, the decor was elegant and simple, square tables with pastel tableclothes, white napkins and beautiful center pieces of fresh flowers in mosaic vases. The lighting was soft and gave the restaurant a calming atmosphere. Hermione loved it instantly, Malfoy and her chose a table and were presented with menu's by a beautiful Indian girl.

"Hello, I'm Jasmine, I'll be your server for today."

Hermione saw her caramel skin redden as she blushed prettily, appraising Malfoy.

Okay so Malfoy was good looking, if you were into grey eyed, bleach haired gits. Malfoy was as arrogant as those albino peacocks present at Malfoy Manor, all those years of quidditch made his body lithe and that attracted many witches and even muggle women. Malfoy loved the attention and he knew the effect he had.

He smirked flirtatiously at Jasmine, "You're beautiful and sensual as your name suggests, do you also bring good luck?"

Oh god, did people actually fall for this?! Yes apparently they do, Hermione looked at Jasmine to see her practically swooning, she couldn't help but roll her eyes, Malfoy caught her and raised one blonde eyebrow.

After Jasmine calmed down, she told them the specials which were, "Chicken and prawn curry served with a yoghurt salad and spicy onion bread, or chilli roasted salmon and cashew rice."

Once they both ordered, Hermione with the curry special and Malfoy with the chilli salmon, Hermione couldn't help her curiosity.

" I thought you were dating Astoria Greengrass?" Hermione asked.

"We went out for dinner once Granger, dating would imply that we actually went on consecutive dates," said Malfoy flippantly.

"That's not what she told Milicent, apparently she's the future Mrs Malfoy, already planned your engagement party," Hermione said airily and snickered.

"Bulstrode? Since when are you friends with her Granger?"

"Since she works at Flourish and Blotts, she's actually quite decent," replied Hermione.

"Offcourse you'd make friends with her because of books," he muttered. "Mother set me up with Astoria, she thought we'd get along swimingly, but Astoria is rather dull. She spent most of the evening prattling on about her shopping trips to Milan, I couldn't wait to get rid of her," said Malfoy.

Hermione didn't understand why the thought of Malfoy with Astoria gave her an unsettling feeling, she brushed it of though as their food arrived. It was delicious and their lunch was spent debating about Snape's book and the election of the new French Minister of Magic. As they paid their bill, Malfoy gave Jasmine an enormous tip and spoke to her, Hermione chose to wait outside whilst Malfoy flirted with his latest conquest.

They flooed back to the ministry and Hermione spent the rest of the atfernoon immersed with work.

At 17:30 her want started vibrating setting off the alarm she put to get ready for her date. She transfigured one of the chairs in her office into a mirror and placed it on the wall opposite her desk, after scourgifing her face, she applied the make-up Ginny brought. She left it simple by applying a light gold eyeshadow, dark brown eyeliner and bright red ipstick. She then undressed and put on the dress Ginny bought, it felt soft on her skin, the zipper was deep and reached just below her hips, she got it half-way up her back before she couldn't reach it anymore. She was in the middle of struggling to move it up,when Malfoy barged into her office.

"Granger do you have..." Draco stood inside Grangers office speechless.

She was in a gorgeous deep red dress and her back was towards him, it would seem that she was in the middle of changing, and the creamy skin of her back was exposed. He wondered if it felt as soft as it looked. His eyes roamed further, oh fuck, her bra was visible and it was black lace, fuck.

Draco's eyes trailed down her body to her perfect legs that he never saw because she was always dressed so modestly, he wanted to feel those legs wrapped around his waist.

Fuck, he saw her shoes, he thought he never saw anything more sexy, than Granger in heels.

His eyes trailed back up her body, slowly memorising her beautiful features, like the spot of freckles on her back and the way that dress flowed down her curvy hips. He looked at her through the mirror and saw that she was glaring at him.

"Malfoy for goodness sake can't you atleast knock?!" Hermione snapped.

Draco shook his head and tried to get rid of his lustful thoughts, he always secretly thought Granger was attractive, her beauty was understated and unique, which appealed to him far better than any leggy blonde. Her mind equally attracted him, how she managed to keep Potter away from death all through Hogwarts whilst still ensuring that he himself only came second to her in terms of grades was astonishing. He knew she also had a bleeding heart especially with all the house elve rights she got passed. However he didn't think she affected him this much, he was speechless and deeply aroused, when was he ever speechless?!

He blurted out the first thing that came to mind, "Want me to zip you up?" Bloody hell, really Draco, he thought to himself. He looked back at Granger, she was looking at him stunned, her plump kissable lips in an 'o' shape.

What the fuck was wrong with him. Did he really just think how kissable her lips were?

"Yes."

Draco looked at Granger shocked that she actually agreed. Her dark chocolate eyes were bright and she looked nervous, like she also shocked at that revelation.

He made his way towards her whilst keeping eye contact with her through the mirror, he gripped the zipper and achingly slow pulled it up whilst his other finger trailed up her back, her skin was soft and surprisingly warm to the touch, he thought he felt her shiver but he couldn't be sure. He stepped away quickly before he did something rash like spin her around, grab her luscious hair and kiss her fiercely.

The dress fit her perfectly, and outlined her soft curves. She was going out with Anthony fucking Goldstein, that fucking git.

That wanker better not fucking touch her, or fucking kiss her!

Fuck, he suddenly had the urge to curse that Ravenclaw tosser. That git better not get any fucking ideas with his Granger.

Draco stilled at the thought, since when did he become so possessive of her? He was never like this with Pansy or the many other girls he dated. Just the thought of Granger with Goldstein made him want to rip that gits throat out.

Draco realised that he was still in Grangers office, he snuck one last glance at her and saw her looking directly at him, he needed to get out of there or else he'd probably pin her to the wall and make love to her.

"Bye Granger," he muttered and practically bolted out the door.

Perhaps it was time to owl Jasmine.

Next Chapter: Hermione goes on her date ;)