Wait! Haven't we heard this before?

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Chapter two: The scene where he proposes an offer.

Hermione had nightmares.

There was a lion trapped in a cage full of snakes – there were other awful Slytherin/Gryffindor metaphors, which was definatley serious foreshadowing.

Lips met.

Poison.

Lust.

Rape.

Desire.

People doing naughty things.

Oh bugger – Malfoy's naked?

Then she fell off some random precipice into the arms of a man whose face failed to reveal itself until further chapters.

Hermione awoke with a yelp (and a hangover, mind you). A house-elf approached her. Odd, she thought to herself, last time I checked I didn't own any house elves. The elf handed her a mug filled to the brim with potion. "M-m-master says drink up and you be better, Miss."

"What happened, where am I?"

"No. No… me cannot tell, Master said no."

Hermione was wary, slightly recalling an awful incident with a drink the previous night. What was in that stuff, anyway? And who does this house belong to?

"Please?" she begged the House elf.

"Drink, miss, for your own good."

"N-no thank you, I don't accept drinks from places I don't know…"

Hermione looked at the poor elf, hopeless. A figure appeared in the door frame.

"Well you did a mighty fine job of that last night, Granger." a voice hissed.

"Draco Malfoy?" her jaw dropped almost along with the mug of potion. Hermione's memory still slightly impaired had pretty much forgotten that she ran into him during her Knockturn Alley escapade.

"You… were you…why?"

"Silence."

Hermione was furious. Out of all the goddamn people to take advantage of her in a bar…that's what happened, wasn't it? Draco Malfoy, her only sworn enemy from her younger years had to grab her at her weakest and destroy her further. Ohhh, if I had my wand, where's my wand? She felt around in her robes. Hey, this isn't funny! Where the bloody hell is my wand?

Frustration quickly turned to panic.

Malfoy smirked.

How could he still hold this vengence against me? Oh, that bastard will sink low.

"I'm not drinking this."

Malfoy smirked, again (Malfoy's invented the fucking smirk) "Fine, stay hungover."

"Did we…you know?"

"You passed out, Granger. You had far too much to drink, met some friends, cracked your wand escaping from your new friends and then you simply passed out." The look on her face must have been priceless. "I brought you here to my Manor."

"Why did you…help me? It's suspcious."

"Because, you can help me in return. I need an attorney." He said, looking at her sort of desperatley.

"What made you think I'm an attorney?" Hermione said quite bewildered by his offer.

It was Malfoy's turn to look utterly confused. "You're not an attorney?"

Blank stare.

"No, I am not."

Malfoy hit his fist hard against the table.

"Why do you need an attorney, ferret?"

"Legal trouble with the ministry, old one quit…you're still going to call me a ferret?"

Hermione sent him a death glare. "Yes."

"Are you sure you're not an attorney?"

Hermione sent him another one. "Yes."

"Well, don't think I'm doing you any favors, Mudblood…but would you like to be?"

Hermione looked at him, puzzled. "Are you insane?"

Malfoy smirked "It's likely."

"Do you pay well?" Hermione said, oddly curious. After all, he did save her in a sense.

"Yes."

"And will I get health and dental coverage?"

"Whatever you say." Draco assured.

Hermione began to protest. "But…"

Draco grinned evilly. "Great then Granger, see you Saturday at 7:00 sharp. You will find me at Malfoy Headquarters south east of London. If you get lost, simply apparate and for Merlin's sake...look presentable for once."

Blank stare.

"Gooodbye, Granger. Out of my house."

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