Summary: Draco hires Hermione to be his wife for a couple of months to impress his boss. Will this act turn into love between the two of them? Or will things only get worse? This fanfiction is based on the movie "Borrowed Hearts" which was aired on Fox Family.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters regarding Harry Potter.
Recap from Chapter 1:
She stepped out of his way, and Draco saw a pretty brown haired girl that was standing behind Sophie.
She may have changed her hairstyle and her clothes could be different, but there was no way that Draco would ever forget her.
He gasped.
"Hermione!" he breathed.
Chapter 2 of I Work for You:
"What are you doing here?" asked a flustered looking Draco.
"Uh, well, I sort of stumbled into your house, Mr. Malfoy. It was raining pretty hard, and I needed to find shelter for the moment…" she said, trailing off.
Draco nodded, "Yes, I know."
"So, I guess here I am! Your pretend wife…" she said, looking a bit embarrassed to be in this situation. After all, she was the Hermione Granger.
"But, knowing you, Granger, you would never agree to an offer like this!" exclaimed Draco, still looking confused.
Hermione shrugged, "I … I didn't realize it was you that I would be marrying. And besides, it's too late now, isn't it?"
There was an awkward silence, until Percy clapped his hands together.
"Okay! Well, enough of that. How are you, Hermione?" he asked her sincerely.
Hermione looked around, until her eyes landed onto Percy.
Glad to see a familiar, friendly face, she sighed in relief, and broke out into a grin.
"Hi, Percy! I'm … fine. Just a bit shaken up, I guess," said Hermione, brushing a strand of hair that had fallen into her eye back behind her ear.
Draco took all of this in.
"How come she didn't smile at me?" he thought to himself.
"So, Hermione, why did you accept, really?" he asked, half-curious, half-teasing.
Hermione looked embarrassed and gave a grin, "I don't know why. I … I guess … well, I guess I needed the money," she said.
"But you helped Harry and Ron defeat Voldemort. I thought you'd be very successful by now, being offered jobs here and there," said Percy.
Hermione shook her head and gave a sad sigh, "No, I don't know what happened. It's true that I was offered quite a load of jobs, but I refused them all because I wanted to work at Flourish and Blotts. I guess I perhaps took the wrong road…"
Draco, wanting to break in on the conversation, cleared his throat and announced that it was time for dinner.
The three proceeded to the dining room, and sat down at a very long table. Draco took a seat at the head of the table, Hermione at his left, and Percy at his right.
The food was served, and the three began eating.
Draco and Percy began talking about business when suddenly Hermione broke in.
"Uh, pardon me for asking, but Malfoy, you have never liked the Weasley family - sorry Percy - so why are you and Percy here so 'friendly' and acting like there is nothing wrong?" she asked.
Draco turned red and looked away.
Percy cleared his throat, and began talking.
"Hermione, well, you know that we're both Aurors," he said.
Hermione nodded.
"Well, to tell you the truth, we detested each other, seeing who could outdo the other by catching the most 'bad guys', as you may say," Percy said, smiling to himself.
"Yeah, and then we got caught by Fudge," muttered Draco darkly.
"But anyway, I was coming out of the Leaky Cauldron one night, when I saw Draco fighting with another guy. It seemed like the other guy was winning, but because he was my enemy, I didn't want to help Draco; however, I saw that he was losing … by a lot, so I stepped in and helped Draco catch the bad guy, who by the way, was one of Voldemort's followers. Ever since then, we sort of became friends," said Percy.
"Oh," replied Hermione.
"Any other questions?" replied Draco, sarcastically.
"Yes. Why didn't you become a Deatheater like your father wanted you to?" asked Hermione.
There was sudden silence all throughout the Malfoy Manor.
"Because I didn't want to hurt innocent people like my father did. My father tortured my mum and me for a long time, and I didn't do anything about it. I didn't stop him from the torture. I simply let it happen."
"So have you met he - who - must - not - be - named?" asked Hermione.
"Voldemort?" asked Draco, ignoring the wince from Hermione.
"Yes, I suppose so."
"Of course. I've seen him torture hundreds of Muggles. I thought Muggles were all right, but I truly thought that Purebloods were better. It was probably because of my father. Once when I was with him, I saw a Muggle about to die. He was pleading for his life, and yet my father still killed him. It was at that moment that I decided I'd help the light side," said Draco, thoughtfully spearing a piece of spinach with his fork and bringing it to his mouth.
"So where is your father?" Hermione asked, taking a sip of her wine from the wine goblet.
"Who cares?" asked Draco with a shrug. "Somewhere. My mum is with my grandmother, but I haven't talked to her since I took the job of being an Auror. She was the one who taught me that being a Muggle wasn't wrong. And she taught me to respect others."
"So you don't think that Muggle-Borns are beneath you, Purebloods, in status now, do you?" asked Hermione curiously.
"Not really," he said.
"Well if your mom taught you respect for others, how come you don't respect her by visiting her?" she asked innocently, raising up her beautiful eyes to look into the annoyed one's of Draco's.
"What is this? Twenty Questions?" protested Draco.
"Look," exclaimed Percy, "You have to tell her this now. What if you or her says something wrong about the other person while Fudge is here?"
"Fine."
"I don't want to visit her because then, I'd feel like staying with her, to take care of her. It's been a long time since I've seen her. Even longer since I've seen Father," confessed Draco.
"So where exactly is she?" asked Hermione.
"Somewhere in the wizarding world," Draco replied sullenly.
"You know, you two need some lessons on how to be a proper husband and wife," said Percy, stuffing some salmon into his mouth, "Oh, by the way, this dinner is fantastic."
Hermione looked down at her plate and realized that she'd eaten, but didn't know what she had eaten at all.
"I'll thank Pierre later," muttered Draco.
There was a bit of a silence as the three paused to taste the tasty meal.
After dinner, Percy left the two to go upstairs in the master bedroom to talk things out.
Hermione gasped, as she walked into Draco's room.
Inside, there was a king-sized bed, which led to the giant screen TV. There was a mini fridge for snacks in the middle of the night.
Hermione walked to a cabinet, and it was filled with DVDs and VCDs. On the other side was an IMAC computer on a huge wooden desk. There was a bookshelf, filled with a few books. Hermione looked around some more, and saw that his room was silver and green, Slytherin colors.
She giggled.
"So he decided to keep those colors," she thought to herself.
There was a walk-in closet, and drawers and drawers filled with clothes.
The bathroom was just as beautiful and enthralling as the bedroom. Everything was made of marble and was shiny clean. There was a sauna, a Jacuzzi, a bathtub, and a shower.
"I didn't know that you liked this stuff. I mean, I thought you weren't into this Muggle stuff," said Hermione carefully, not wanting to make him angry.
"Well, I found out that Muggles are smart. They have ways of doing stuff without magic. Who would have thought that you could talk to other people from that square screen thing there!" he said, pointing at the IMAC.
"A computer, you mean?" asked Hermione, giggling.
"Yeah."
There was more awkward silence, when suddenly Draco cleared his throat.
"So what have you been doing after you graduated Hogwarts?"
"I work in Flourish and Blotts," said Hermione.
"Ah, who would've thought that the nerdy bookworm, Hermione Granger, would be a librarian?" he snickered.
"Shut up Malfoy!"
"You know, since we're married, you ought to call me Draco," replied Draco seriously.
"Fine, Dr - aco! You ought to call me Hermione!"
"Fine! Her-my-own-nee!"
"You are so immature!" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"And you aren't?" Draco smirked.
"Fine, come on, we have to know all about each other!" exclaimed Draco.
"Okay! My mom is Mary Brown; my dad is Joseph Granger. We live in the Muggle City and I have two dogs. Lucky is my golden retriever, and Snowy is my husky. I lived in a two-story house, but then I moved out into my own apartment, which is across the town from Flourish and Blotts. My favorite thing to do is read -she ignored the snickering of Draco - and I love swimming. My favorite subject is Arithmancy and I am twenty-two years old. My birthday is on June 8 and my favorite season is winter. I love Christmas."
Hermione paused to breathe in air.
"I have been working at Flourish and Blotts for a long time now. My favorite food is … I don't know. I don't have a favorite drink. My most treasured possession is my locket that my mum gave me. Harry and Ron are my best friends. My favorite color is blue, I don't like dresses, and I play the piano and the violin. I attended West Charleston Elementary before Hogwarts; my favorite teacher is Professor McGonagall."
She looked to see if Draco was paying attention, and to her surprise, he was.
"I guess that's it," concluded Hermione.
"Okay. About me: my mom is Narcissa; my father is Lucius. My favorite color is black. I like Potions; my favorite teacher still is Snape. I am twenty-two years old, as well. You already should know that I live here. I play piano, and I have always been an Auror," he said, as if reciting these things to his teacher.
"Oh."
"My heart's made of ice. Nothing has been able to melt it before, and nothing ever will," he said, giving Hermione a stony glare.
Hermione raised an eyebrow, but nodded politely.
After some more 'bonding' and 'yelling' time, the two were fairly comfortable with one another.
"Ferret boy!"
"Jeez! I was only turned into a ferret once! Why can't you and the other members of the Golden Trio drop it? And besides, it's been so long since that has happened!"
"I am not part of the 'Golden Trio' and I never was!" said Hermione hotly.
"Really?" asked Draco.
"I haven't even talked to Harry and Ron for quite a while, Ma-Draco!" fumed Hermione.
"Oh. Who would have thought that Ms. Granger here is having trouble with her two horrible boyfriends?" asked Draco sarcastically.
"They are not my boyfriends! They are already married. And I thought you were the King of Slytherin! Who's your queen?" asked Hermione.
"Shut up!" Draco said.
"Why should I?"
"Because I know for a fact that I've had more girlfriends than you have had boyfriends!"
"Say that to my face, Malfoy!" growled Hermione.
Draco walked up to Hermione, and said, "I know for a fact that I've had more girlfriends than you had boyfriends and what can you do about it?"
Hermione raised her right hand to slap Draco, but she was too slow.
Because Draco had quick reflexes from all his years of being a Seeker, he grabbed Hermione's hand and smirked, "Think you can hurt me? Think again!"
"Whatever! I'm out of here!"
Hermione stormed to the door, when she realized that Draco was following her.
His breath on her neck made her freeze.
"How can you leave after we made a deal?" he whispered.
Hermione turned around, her eyes flying wildly.
"You have to stay here and be my wife, Hermione."
Hermione looked into his cold blue-gray eyes, and found herself drowning in them.
Not knowing what to do, she numbly nodded her head, and went to sit down in front of the bed.
"Gosh. Why did I agree to this?" she asked.
"Because you needed the money," said Draco.
"I wasn't talking to you," she said, glaring at him.
Draco shrugged, turning away from her.
He turned on the TV, not liking the silence. He switched to Quidditch All Day and started watching the Quidditch show. Hermione grabbed the remote, and switched to The Wonderful World of Books, Books, and Books and sighed contently.
The two kept switching channels, until Draco surrendered.
Hermione smiled smugly, watching the TV.
Draco seated himself down, next to Hermione, and put his head in his hands.
After one hour or so, Hermione began to get bored. She turned off the TV, put back the remote, and walked around Draco's room. She paused at Draco's desk, and was surprised to see many pictures of him as a baby and as a young child.
One picture was of Draco as a baby, wearing diapers, and a bib. He was laughing at something that was obviously funny. Seeing him laugh, Hermione started laughing, too.
Another was of Draco around the 2nd year at Hogwarts, probably home for winter break, holding a broomstick.
There was more, but one caught her eye. It was a picture of Draco, of course, but he was older and … surprisingly nice looking! The Draco in the picture turned his head towards Hermione, and lifted his chin as a greeting. Then he smirked, and laid his head back against the wall. Hermione blushed. She blushed even more when she realized that she was blushing.
Draco was taking a break from all that arguing, when he heard Hermione get up.
He thought it was no big deal. It wasn't like she had to stay there.
Then, suddenly he heard the sound of laughter and turned his head towards Hermione.
"Crap! She's looking at my baby pictures!" he thought.
He was about to run over there and somehow get them away from her, when he saw Hermione blush.
"What? A twenty-two year old blush?" he thought.
He stood up slowly, and went towards her.
"Like looking at my pictures?" he asked, coolly.
"What? No!" she exclaimed.
"Then why were you blushing?" asked Draco.
"I - I wasn't blu-blushing," she stammered. Draco nodded. Right.
He looked at his watch, and said, "You should get some sleep … Hermione,"
She nodded. She walked to the door and put her hand on the doorknob.
"You know that when Fudge comes, you have to sleep here in this room?" asked Draco.
Hermione nodded her head.
"Well, good night, Draco," Hermione said formally.
"Good night, Hermione," he said, just as formally.
Hermione hurried to her room, and closed the door and threw herself against it.
"Jeez! I am so glad to get out of that room!" she said to herself.
She walked to the bathroom, and brushed her teeth, washed her face, and swished mouthwash in her mouth. She changed into the nightgown that Draco had provided for her.
It was dark green and had silver trimming. It was comfortable and was not at all low cut. It flowed down past her feet onto the floor, and she smiled with satisfaction.
She threw herself in the bed and thought about her day.
She had woken up, and had gone to work. It was like any other day, so how did she end up in Draco Malfoy's house?
This day was too weird.
She fell asleep quickly, due to the exhaustion.
Author's Note: I hope you like the revised version. It should sound much better! Please read and review.