3 Phone
Been beta by some person as chapter 1 an 2
October 25 (Draco POV)
Draco Malfoy sat at the long table in the 'Wizarding Library of Muggle Studies' listening to the head librarian go on about how they where improving the library. He said they had created an enchantment for finding whatever newspaper article you wanted. All you had to do was say a name that was in the article, what type of newspaper; whether it be wizard newspapers or muggle and then the year. The newspapers would appear in front of you within moments.
Draco was bored out of his mind. The man had been going on about it for an hour like they had found the missing link or something. When all they had done was add a new spell to their library halls. The only reason Malfoy was even there was because he donated a lot of money to the library. It was one of many charities he donated to. Each one would have a big meeting once a year about what they planned to do with the money they got and what they had done with the money the previous year. He had to attend to make sure it was worth donating more money this time around. He knew the man was going on about it like it was the missing link because he wanted Draco to give him money.
Draco had other things he would rather be doing. Like Granger for instance. He remembered when he had first seen her at the bar. She was with some dim witted women smiling like there was no tomorrow. He saw right through it. She was broken in some way. It was so obvious the girl had some kind of problem that was eating away at her heart. He couldn't believe her friends had missed it. He decided they weren't very good friends at all. There could be no other reason why they could have missed it.
He began to study her as she got up to play Poal trying to find a clue as to what was wrong. When she had nodded at him it wasn't meant as a greeting. It was a silent challenge. As if she were saying 'try with all your might you'll never figure it out'. This had only irritated the hell out of him. He tried a little test to see how far gone she was. When she had refused to drink the ale he sent over and then stole a lusty look at him he knew. Of course he wondered if she even knew what she had done. But in the end he decided he didn't really care. He had given her what she wanted and he got what he wanted. Their deal was one of the best he had ever made. So if her being broken would keep the deal going then by all means let her be broken.
"Are there any questions?" ask the head librarian, bringing Draco out of his thoughts.
"None at all. You were very thorough." Draco said as he stood up from his seat ready to get the hell away from the man.
"Good. I was afraid I might have missed something." Draco smirked. The man very well could have missed something for all he knew. To make sure the man didn't follow him; to go on some more about whatever Draco wrote up a check handing it over to him. As he left the room he decided to see what his money had done last year and to see if he couldn't shed more light on why Granger was the way she was.
Finding a spot where no one could see him he said:
"Granger;
Wizard news;
2000 to now"
He got a stack of papers sorting through them he found nothing at all helpful. He sent them back and decided to try something else:
"Granger;
Muggle news;
2000 to now"
He got one muggle news paper about a Jack Granger, father of one Hermione Granger from two years ago. It had said a Mr. Granger had been at a stop sign when a man tried to rob him. Mr. Granger had fought back and was shot through the heart dying instantly. Draco thought it sad how the muggles could die so easy. If he had been a wizard it would have taken him a second to fix the wound.
As he read the paper he felt a connection to Granger. He knew what it was like to lose a parent in a horrible way. He had lost both of his in horrible ways one more horrible then the other. The dead look he had seen in her eyes was the same dead look he saw when he looked in the mirror. Sending the paper back he decided he didn't need or even want to know anymore about why Hermione was broken.
November 17 (Hermione POV)
Hermione was getting ready to go meet Malfoy for one of there meetings. It had been two months since Hermione had agreed to the business arrangement with Malfoy. They saw each other often always meeting in some slime ball like flat Malfoy owed. They were always dark; cold; and decorated in black or dark green. They smelled like dirty sex and felt as if no one had ever lived in them. Hermione hated it, but Draco refused to go to her flat on account he believed anyone would see them there together.
As much as she hated to admit it he was right. She was always having trouble with the press when Harry stopped in. Which was almost never since he had married Ginny and lived next door to Ron who had married Lavender Brown. They liked to do things as couples now. Being as Hermione had no one to be a couple with she was left out of the loop a lot.
When the phone rang she pushed all thoughts aside. She had a phone so that her muggle family could reach her. Most of them didn't know she was a witch making owling out of the question. Also making it a very high chance who ever was calling her would be someone she was related too. They would be able to tell what mood she was in by the sound of her voice. So she had to forget about the meeting until she hung up to avoid any questions about what she was doing tonight.
"Hello?"
"Hey Hermione, its Jane" It was her cousin.
"Hey, how are you." Jane called once a week if she could. When she called she always talked for an hour. Hermione knew Malfoy would be pissed if she were that late.
"I am good, but I can't talk long. I called to ask you a big favor. And I need your answer in ten minutes." That wasn't like Jane it must have been a really big deal.
"Ask away." Hermione said with the hope she didn't have to owl Malfoy saying 'no go' on such short notice. That would really piss him off. He might even cut her off for a week just to punish her for not showing up.
"I need you too house sit for the next two years." Jane sounded naives, Hermione on the other hand felt a jolt of joy with the idea of not having to see one more of Malfoy's scum flats again or at least for two years if they even stayed together that long. Hermione made sure she found out why first, just to make sure Jane wasn't in any trouble.
"What for and why so long Jane?" She tried to make sure none of the joy mixed in with the worry as she asked.
"I just got a job as the head elasmobranches-biologist (A/N: I used Ask Yahoo to get that one word right) on a boat and I have to travel to Australia. I am going to go to a place called the circle of death to study great white sharks for the next two years, but I have to leave today. So can you please house sit for me? If you can't I can't take the job." Jane whined
"I'd be glad too. I mean if I don't have to pay rent for two years why would I say no?" She smiled trying to make a joke.
"Thanks Hermione I'll leave a note of everything I'll need you to do and bills I'll need you to pay while I am gone. I will also send you money to pay them. I will also pay you for house sitting." Jane sounded relieved. Hermione heard her clock go off behind her.
"You are late! You are late!" It called out.
"Alright Jane, I have to go just leave me instructions and call me when you can tomorrow. Also leave the key with my mom so you don't have to leave it where someone can find it. Talk to you then ok?" Hermione said rather fast. Malfoy was going to be mad she was late. He took the deal very seriously as if he where losing money if she wasn't on time or something.
"OK thanks again and you can live here while I am gone Hermione. Your joke was cute, but I'd like it if you did in fact live here ok."
"Sounds good to me. Later Jane" Hermione said quickly.
"Later." Jane said. As soon as later came out of her month Hermione hung up the phone and half yelled where she had to go. With a pop she was in one of those dirty places of his.
"Why the hell are you late?" He was sitting at a desk looking like a rather angry statue. Hermione sighed inwardly as she walked around the desk. She could already smell the dirty sex in the room. Her skin had goose bumps and she could hardly see two feet in front of her face. She couldn't wait to tell him they would be meeting some where else from now on, but first she had to calm him down.
"I got a phone call from my cousin Jane." She said forgetting Malfoy had no idea what a phone even was.
"What the hell is a phone call?" he growled
She smiled at how cute he got when he was queues. He was even cuter when he was mad and queues. She climbed onto his lap so she was straddling him. She knew how to calm him when he was this mad. It was easy because he wasn't really all that mad. Making sure to praise as closes to him as she could.
"Muggles have something called a phone. It is used so they can call each other much like owling just with out the owl. There is a lot more to it, but I am sure you would rather I sucked your dick then go on."
As a reply to that he wrapped one of his arms around her waist. The anger seemed to just melt away as Hermione knew it would. "I want to know more about this phone call thing." He smirked "After you're done sucking my dick of course."
She liked knowing just what to say and what to do to control his moods. It was one of the best powers she had ever acquired in her life. She even knew to go really slow to drive him crazy with lust. When she was 18 her mom had told her that someday; when she was with a man for a bit; she would pick up on how to change his moods. For the most part her mom had been wrong. Hermione had never before picked up on how to keep a man in a good mood; until now.
Which was odd too because she and Malfoy were not even on a first name basis. As she slid down to the floor, she realized just how odd that really was. She had this man at her beck and call, they had been lovers for two months and had done things she would never have done with anyone else. Nor would she have talked about it because it was just that dirty and she knew how to change his mood. In fact they had just stopped calling each other names at all, because with all the sex they where having it felt wrong to call each other by there last name and it felt even worse to call each other by their first names. To do so would be like saying there was some sort of friendship there or worse than that love. The thought of loving Malfoy made her shiver as she slipped off his pants to get to his member.
"You cold?" He had seen her shiver. Hermione looked up into his steel grey eyes feeling like she should look him in the eye when she spoke her lie. She didn't think saying: 'I only shiver because I was grossed out at the thought of loving you,' would be the best idea and she was truly cold.
"Yes." Just like she could change his mood; he could see right through her when she was masking her true feelings. She hoped by looking at him and just saying one word that was true he won't pick up on the truth. He seemed to be looking right through her, as if reading her mind.
"Get up." He said as he got up she did as he told her to do. Hermione was afraid he knew she was lying. Malfoy could be very dangerous if he wanted to. He had never hurt her unless she had asked him to be rough with her. They both like the rough sex, but that was different it was not done out of anger or revenge. It was more from the enjoyment of having power over the other one in the bedroom.
She still felt scared of him sometimes when he was upset or acting cold like he did. This was one of those times. He had taken her hand and was leading her somewhere in the dark room. Hermione heard him say something and then there was a barest of light she nearly jumped out of her skin only to find he had lit a fire in a fireplace. When she looked at him he was giving her a very odd look.
She could see the cold lines of his face soften a bit. She now knew he hadn't meant to scare her. He was just simply trying to make the room warmer for her. She could also see something else hidden in his eyes. If she didn't know any better she might have thought he was hurt that she was scared of him. Malfoy turned his back to her to grab something she could not make out. When he turned back he looked cold again. They had never just talked. It was out of the question in both their minds.
When he wrapped a heavy blanket around her and sat down in front of the fire Hermione felt as if they where having a moment. She had joined him on the floor wrapping the blanket around him as well. She knew he wouldn't talk to her. They could become close or something and that too was out of the question. Their hearts where left at the door when they had their little meetings.
"My cousin Jane is going away for two years. She wants me to live in her house while she is gone." She said deciding now would be the best time to get it out in the open. "I told her I would do it." He raised an eye brow as if asking: 'what does this have to do with us?' "It's in the muggle world where no one would find out or care if they saw us. No one would know who we are. I'd like to have our meetings there from now on." She could see the annoyance on his face.
"Why? Is there something wrong with the places we have been meeting?" He sneered
"Yes! They're cold, dark and they smell like dirt sex. Jane's place would be none of those things and the house would feel lived in. Unlike these scummy flats of yours AND it would be decorated nicely instead of black or dark green. Which looks black in the dark!" She snapped at him.
"What's wrong with black and dark green?" He growled
"Everything" She growled right back. They were nose to nose before they jumped each other with lusty desire. It was four hours later when they lay on the floor panting. Malfoy rolled off of her.
"Does she have a phone?"
