Master Malfoy

Summary: When Hermiones parents are having money problems, she sets off to find a job. Draco give her a offer as his personal maid and Hermione accepts. Lucious uses this as a way to get closer to Harry Potter, Draco uses this as a way to be master to the mudblood. Will a love kindle between the folds of the servant outfit or will Draco be found with a feather dust shoved down his throat?

Disclaimer: Ok this is my first HP fan fiction…bare with me ok people. Reviews keep the story going and flames warm my bed or will be stored to heat it when winter comes. Now on with the story.

-Financial and Ferret Problems-

"WHAT" the teen witch yelled, collapsing into the dining chair. Her parents stood, watching with solemn faces as their baby girl buried her face into her hands. Her overworked mind almost fit to collapse at the all information she had to digest in the short time her parents had been talking to her.

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you before, we didn't want to worry you while you were at school." Hermione's mother said softly, rubbing the back of her hand over her forehead in a sad motion her eyes not meeting her daughters own.

"How bad is it?" Hermione said softly, looking at her parents with her murky brown eyes that hardened when her parents just stared at her unmoving and mute. "HOW BAD?" She yelled slamming her hand down onto the pine table, watching her mother flinch and bury her head into her husbands shoulder.

Hermione held out her hands, watching them shake violently through anger and the sheer emotion that course through her blood. Her hands clenched as she felt tears well in her eyes, blinking them back angrily she one again looked up to her parents awaiting their answer.

"We could loose everything, your mother and I are going to work over time get second jobs if we have to.

We're not sure if it will help but we may be able to save some money to rent a small flat and start anew." Came her fathers quiet reply, his hands rubbing over the shaking shoulder's of his sobbing wife.

"I'll get a summer job, three if I have to! No dad it's settled I want to help even if it doesn't help at least I will feel like I've helped" Hermione ran a shaky hand through her bushy hair, her brown eyes cast to the floor in though.

"Tomorrow I'll go to Diagon Alley, see if there are any jobs going. Untill then I think I want to be alone." With that Hermione jumped from her seat and rushed past her parents, not bothering to look at them, talk to them, give them any indication that they were there. For a brief moment she hated them, she hated how they kept the money problems a secret, hated how when she caught them arguing they would lie to her saying it was something else, but most of all she hated herself for being to naive for not seeing what was going on beneath her very nose. Hermione entered her room, spinning round she gathered all her force and slammed the door closed. The force made the windows shudder and the sound echo through the house, it made Hermione feel slightly better but she couldn't explain why. She stood glaring at the door for a few moments, burning invisible holes through its white painted wooden panels before she backed up and dropped onto her bed planning her job hunting day tomorrow.

-The next day. Diagon Alley-

Hermione exited Blorish and Blotts with a angry sigh, scribbling violently on the paper she held in her hands. It was the 6th shop she had visited and all turned her down using the same reply 'position's been filled' honestly how many people were searching for jobs at this exact same moment. Hermione's eyes scanned the paper as she walked, reading the next shop that had a 'help wanted' ad. She was so engrossed in the paper she held that she failed to notice the blonde hair wizard walking briskly towards her, his own mind floated in the clouds as he walked down the cobble streets. Both failed to notice each other untill they collided, Hermione was the one that ended up on the cold ground her paper floating down in front of the blondes boots.

"Oh I'm sorry Sir…..Malfoy!" great I just had to run into Malfoy she muttered in her head, pushing herself off the ground. Draco had bent down and retrieved the paper before his feet, cold grey eyes flicked over the notes written hurriedly onto it unable to hide the sickening smirk that moulded to his face.

"What's this Granger? Looking for some money to finally buy a life?"

"Give it back Malfoy it's not your problem!"

"Oh it is if it pisses you off mudblood" Draco held the paper above his head and effectively out of the shorted Hermione's reach, Hermione has stopped trying to reach the paper and just glared at the smirking blonde before her.

"If you must know MALFOY my family is having financial problems and I need to get a job to help out, although you wouldn't know anything about working Ferret!" She hisses harshly, jumping up and grabbing a hold of the corner of her paper and pulling it from Draco's hand. She stuffed the paper into the pocket of her jeans as Draco's arm returned to its position by his side, making a move to walk around him only to have Draco step once again in front of her.

"I may have a solution"

"Move Malfoy!"

"I am in need of a personal maid"

"MOVE MALFOY!"

"You can make enough to help out your pathetic family" It was those words that made her think twice, still she did not want to show Malfoy she was in the slightest bit interested. Throwing her shoulder into his body she pushed Draco away and scurried around him, Draco dusted of his black cloak were she had touched as if it were to stain should her presence stay on it. Without looking at her, without even the slightest glimpse of the eyes he called out to the retreating muggle born.

"Think about it Mudblood, owl me with your response by the end of the day!" Draco finished with his robes, turned partly and walked in the direction he had been travelling in not even glancing back to the witch. Had he bothered to look he would have seen the bushy hair teen pause at his words, mulling it over on the spot. With a exhausted sigh she set off home, not in the mood and emotionally exhausted to do any more job hunting for the day

- Granger Home -

Hermione paced the floor of her room, a quill in her hand that was black at the end, she tapped the feathered end on her forehead in deep thought. On her desk sat a piece of parchment, her ink bottle was open and little splodges of ink was drying on plate it sat on.

Draco Malfoy

Was all that was written on the parchment, her mind still mulling over what to write yes or no, accept or decline. Her mind kept throwing the pro's and con's of the situation at her, she was thinking so much that her head began to ache with the strain of it all. With a small cry she threw her quill onto the desk and dropped onto her bed, burying her head into the pillows of her plush bed. A few moments of quiet silence past by before she heard her parents car pull up, the door open and the voices of her parents fighting filled the silent room. They were just home and already they fought, the fought about the money and how they would get it. A good half hour later of breathless bickering and finally she heard the door slam shut and the car start up, her mother sobs rose as the car screeched down the road . She hated hearing her mother cry and at that moment her mind was made up, wiping at her eyes she returned to her desk, sat down and began to scribble a quick reply.

Draco Malfoy

I accept you offer, I can start immediately. I await further instructions.

Signed

Hermione Granger.

Folding the parchment up she left her room, down to the living room which had a ordinary looking wood owl. She had convinced her parents to buy the owl because Ron was no use at using the telephone and it was easier to owl Harry, rather then ring him and have the chances of Vernon or Dudley picking up. Hermione tied the parchment to the owls leg, she gave it a scratched on its head while she moved it toward the window.

"Malfoy Manner"

She said softly, almost in a sigh. The brown owl clicked its black beak and gave a small cry before spreading its wings, Hermione jerked her arm up and the owl took flight into the greying sky of typical English weather. Sadly she watched the owl fly further and further away, for a moment she felt like calling it back, tearing up the letter and forgetting about the whole stupid deal.

"Hermione honey is that you?"

"Yes mum, just sending a letter to Harry."

"Okay honey, lunch is in the fridge."

"Thanks mum."

She called, looking once more out the window and sighed when she could not see the owl anywhere in the sky. She suddenly was filled with the dread at the thought of what she had just signed herself up