Well I was going to try and keep this T rated, but as a reviewer commented; I'm pushing the envelope. I agree and considering I can never keep things T rated no matter how I try, I'm going to up the rating to M. So with that said, I won't have to tone down things as much as I would have. So with that said, thank you for the kind reviews! I also would like to say KEEP REVIEWING, it gives me fuel to write!

Also! This is the first time I've attempted writing a 1st person story, so if it doesn't work it will go into 3rd person.

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Yes, I am an assassin. No child ever wishes to be a murderer but I never really had a chance to refuse nor did I want to. It was either I kill them or they kill me, quite simple that I would pick myself. I sometimes wonder what Harry or Ron would say if they saw me now and then it fuels me even more to continue my revenge. Now I don't kill these men while they occupy my hotels, obviously it would be completely suspicious and not to mention stupid. I am already watched very carefully but seeing as I've been slowly killing the Dark Lord's favorites for the past three years without consequence, I think I'm doing just fine.

A shrill beeping cut off my train of thought and I pressed the annoying button. "Ms. Granger?" A young woman's voice filled the room.

"Yes?" I replied leaning back in my chair.

"You have a client." Those four words were enough to send me into a fit of chills. As much as I've changed, that prudish bookworm still existed inside me.

"Send me his file." I said and waited patiently. The file materialized in front of me a few seconds later and I took a quick sip of my whiskey before flipping it open. A picture of a man with deep blue eyes and light brown hair sat in front of me. I smiled slyly as I recognized a regular customer, he was my next target. His name was Isaac Boot, some distant cousin of an old classmate of mine. He was a rising star among the Dark Lord's inner circle and had been in my bed already four nights out of this week.

I sighed as I looked at his requests for the night and realized it would be another sleepless night; the man had an insatiable appetite for sex. I pressed the button, "Giselle, get me three shots of espresso on ice, please?" A spell would be worthless for a quick energy boost because I'd end up having to miss a day of work to sleep it off.

"Long night planned, I'm assuming?"

"You bet your ass on it." I replied grinning. I loved having secretaries who did their job perfectly and were able to provide conversation when I needed it.

I stood up and stretched before my requested drink appeared with a small pop. I pressed the button, "I'm heading out for the night."

"Good night Ms. Granger, try to show up tomorrow morning in one piece."

With that I disappeared through the door leading to my personal entertainment rooms.

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The next morning at around 5:43 a.m. my client finally fell asleep. My body felt like water as I pulled myself off of him and left the room. I felt the room materialize back to its standard form just as I headed into my personal apartment separate from the entertainment rooms. Each floor was designed with a room for entertaining the clients and then a separate personal apartment for employees use only.

I quickly jumped into the shower and scrubbed at all the fingerprints, bite marks, and hickeys that covered my body. After which I headed into my bedroom and slept for a total of two hours.

I enjoyed sex as much as the next woman but after about seven hours of sex in every possible position and place, I even started to despise it. However, Isaac managed to tell me that he would be going on a special assignment for the Dark Lord and thus I would be "unfulfilled" both in the literal and figurative tenses until he returned. Of course I laughed and agreed wholeheartedly. I just can't wait until I can kill the bastard, unfulfilled indeed.

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I walked into my office at around 9 a.m. to be greeted by a giggling Giselle and smirking Malfoy. Yes, Draco Malfoy decided to grace my presence today and flirt with my secretary in the process.

I picked up a pile of paperwork begging for my attention before heading into my office but before closing the door I shouted, "You better get in here before I start charging by the hour." Draco and I tolerated each other enough because we both were in debt to each other. I held a major secret of his and he held a major secret of mine.

A few minutes later a rather smug looking Draco walked into my office with a large file of his own and locked the door. He set the file down, before heading over to my bar to get himself a drink. Draco owned a large corporation that, ironically, manufactured and sold lingerie not to far from the Dollhouse. His lingerie was the most sought out in the world and we had quite a selection used in my company.

I, with my legs resting on the top of my desk, raised an eyebrow at him as he turned away from the bar. "I just got done with Boot, Malfoy."

He laughed a deep seductive laugh before flopping on the leather couch by my desk and eyeing my legs. "That would explain the bright red hickeys." He replied calmly, but I saw the burning fire in his eyes that said otherwise.

I smirked at him before looking back down to the file I was reading.

Draco was quiet for a few minutes before saying, "Boot will be in position within the next four days."

I guess I forgot to mention that the secret I manage to hold over Draco's head would be; he's my accomplice.

"Where?" I asked setting down the file to give him my full attention.

Draco cast an eye around my office before muttering something under his breath. It was a spell designed specifically for my rooms that would block out any intrusion, bug, or magical listening device in existence. It's updated at least once a week to maintain security. "The Dark Lord suspects him to be up to something, so he's sending him to investigate a supposed Rebel camp and tail him every step of the way. Nott and Woods have been chosen as the tailgates so now would be the time to kill him."

I nodded and thought carefully about what he had just told me. "He's suspected as a double agent?"

Draco nodded, "The Dark Lord suspects he'll squeal on his journey to the base and if he does then well… you know the drill."

I snorted in agreement and sighed, "You better be careful. This sounds really suspicious to me."

"I know that's why I think I'm going to set Boot up myself."

I raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow as if to ask how.

Draco took the hint, "I'm going to use the imperious curse on him."

I thought for a moment and then shook my head. "That's too dangerous, he could be expecting that and then it'll be traced back to you."

Draco chuckled, "That's Plan B actually. Plan A is that I get some polyjuice, feed it to some unsuspecting fool so I can control them, and then after the 'fake' Boot squeals, the real Boot will have to pay the price."

"I remember we did that for Nott last year and that was a close call." He knew what I meant; he had tried this stupid stunt not even a full year ago and almost got us both killed. Avery Nott was a very paranoid man and if he had looked over his shoulder any more times, I'm almost positive his head would have snapped off. However, he saw his double and thankfully before he could do anything, Draco had killed him on the spot. The double went on and Voldemort killed him just as planned. It was an innocent mistake but I know I saw my life flash before my eyes when I saw the dawning comprehension in Nott's eyes. From that point on Draco and I killed separately but still managed to keep a partnership between us.

Draco sighed as if in remembrance as well, "I suppose there's always plan C; I just kill him as soon as I see he's in a vulnerable position."

I nodded at that one, "I think Plan C is definitely the best choice." I got up to head over to the large window next to my desk. My black lace curtains were sheer enough to keep out prying eyes but also sheer enough so I could peer out. The world outside was currently dark and gray with rain beating against the window pitifully. I stood there thinking almost forgetting Draco was in the room with me. That is until I felt his warm lips on my neck. I turned to face him but stopped him before he could kiss me with a finger to his lips.

He looked questioningly at me, "You know we can't." I said quietly.

There had been many times we had been very close to becoming more than accomplices and thus putting a stilt on our cause. He knew it was a bad idea but that alone sometimes didn't stop him from trying. He pulled away slightly but I felt his arms slither around my waist and pull me closer to his chest. We stood there just staring at our world through the distorted image my curtains provided.

Minutes passed and then I noticed a red light start to flash on my desk, seeing as Draco blocked out all intrusions, this was the only way my secretary could contact me. He withdrew his hands without question and muttered another spell under his breath to cancel the spell. I walked back to my desk and pressed the button.

"Ms. Granger?" Giselle's voice asked.

"Yes, what is it?" I silently hoped it wasn't a client as I looked over at Draco.

"Ms. Weasley is here."

I gasped, "Oh do send her in!"

A moment later Ginny burst through the double doors to my office, "Hermione darling! Do I have some juicy gossip…" Her voice trailed off as she noticed Draco leaning against my window with a put out disposition, "…for you." She finished lamely.

"Oh do tell." Draco said sarcastically.

I shot him a disgusted look before walking over to give Ginny a hug. "What is he doing here?" She whispered urgently in my ear. Yes, Ginny has no idea of the arrangement Draco and I have and for some reason I'm happy about that.

"He was dropping off some new designs."

Ginny accepted the answer but I knew there would be more questions about his visit later. "Draco I simply can't wait to see those new designs." She said heading over to my desk and found the file he had placed there earlier.

I noticed she busied herself with looking at said files so that I would get rid of him and before I could even look at him, he noticed as well.

He pulled on his hat and cloak and headed over to where I stood. "I'll be in touch." He whispered in my ear before leaving my office with a snap of my doors.

Ginny threw the file back on my desk and gave me a look, "Spill."

I muttered a different variant of a sound blocking spell on my office. "We were just discussing which designs I would be interested in." I said nonchalantly hoping to throw her off the subject.

"Oh bullshit," She said smiling slyly. "You had that spell on your office again."

I laughed, "I do that with all my clients."

"I knew it; he's one of your regulars now, is he?"

I sat down on one of the chairs in front of my desk in which Ginny was currently occupying. "No, he's one of the only clients we associate with that I don't charge for sex."

"So he gets it for free!" Ginny exclaimed.

I laughed again at her accusation. "No, I don't sleep with him period."

"Oh. I was about to say…" She said breathing a sigh of relief. "I hate these damn death eaters." She told me.

"I know the feeling. I had one last night and damn, was he sadistic. He knew his place though, not to mention had he been any rougher the new spell I just added would have thrown him out of here."

Ginny nodded, "I can see the bruises on your neck, and not to mention what else you're hiding under your heavy clothing this morning."

I looked in the mirror on the wall next to me and frowned, she was right. My wavy brown hair was limp this morning and my face was very pale which contrasted beautifully with the red and purple bruises on my neck. My outfit consisted of a black button up blouse and black slacks. My brown eyes looked very dull this morning and I knew Ginny would start worrying.

"You better not be slipping into your old habits or I'm moving back here." Ginny told me, her playful tone now gone.

I looked back at her, "I'm just tired."

"That's what you told me last time and Giselle found you almost dead on your bathroom floor."

I flinched as I recalled all the blood that had stained my white marble floor and shook my head to get rid of the memory. "I know but really I am very tired this morning."

Ginny's lips thinned but she nodded at me. "Either way, I'm staying here for a little while. I've already decided that I miss you."

I smiled slightly, "I don't get a say in this matter?"

Ginny grinned at me, "Who do you think you are, my boss or something?" I started laughing as she continued, "Besides I'm having all my clients routed over here if one decides to make an appearance. I expect my rooms are still available?"

I nodded; Ginny had a set of three rooms attached to my personal apartment that she would stay in if she decided to visit. "Yes they are, just let me ring Ginger to get them ready for you."

I pulled out my wand and muttered a few words before I heard my house elf's voice ask, "Is Mistress wanting anything of Ginger?"

"Yes Ginger, Mistress Ginny has come to stay with us for a while, will you prepare her rooms?"

"Oh yes Mistress Hermione, Ginger will do that right away." And with a pop the connection was lost.

I put my wand in my sleeve and stood up, "Let's get some lunch."

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Well that's all for now folks, I'm enjoying this story! I hope you all are too.

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