Author's note: Hey guys! Another update. That writing mood is on fire *dances*

A little more about past and slowly introducing more characters in. Promise more Mr. Malfoy sexiness in next chapter!

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Hope y'all enjoy this update…

Chapter 2

Hermione let out a relieved breath as she entered her apartment. Finally, the day had come to an end and she managed to not see Lucius for the rest of the day after their encounter. A pretty blush tinged her cheeks as she recalled what had taken place at his office. Her ruined knickers and surfacing frustration of no release were evidence that it wasn't something her hyper imagination had conjured as it usually did involving the blonde devil.

Lost in thought, she did not notice the beautiful snowy owl flying towards her windows. As it began hooting persistently, then only, Hermione broke out of her inner monologue. A smile broke out in her as she recognized Hedwig, Harry's owl. The bird was a beauty except she was keen on rewards for her travel. Quickly grabbing a handful from the stash of owl treats, Hermione made her way to the window. The owl dropped the brown letter on her stretched hand while grabbing onto the treats from the other. Making a sound of happiness, Hedwig, unlike his usual wait for a reply, flew back on the direction it had come from.

The letter had been neatly folded with her name written in Ginny's penwork; without opening, Hermione knew it must be about the fiery redhead questioning about her love life and wanting to visit. As Hermione opened the letter, she felt nostalgic. True to her prediction, Ginny Weasley did not disappoint.

Dearest Hermione,

How is the only female witch, aside from Luna Lovegood, I adore doing? You disappeared from the ball so quick! Did you find any suitors? Blimey, Adrian Pucey sure cleaned up nice, not that he was hard on the eyes back in school but he was such a little slytherin git. Either way, he is changed now and I also saw him stealing glances at you. I don't blame him … you looked like a sex goddess. So do you want me to set you up with Pucey? I see him during Quidditch practices quite often and he has been asking about you.

Hermione groaned at the meddling matchmaker, Ginny did not know that, already there was someone in her heart and she seemed to become a blubbering mess at the mere sight of him.

Let me know. But yeah I just wrote to remind you that I will be coming tonight around 8 pm to have a girl's night. Make sure to open your floo network as I don't fancy ending up in merlin forbid, Zabini's mansion. That man is vile. Eek, I have loads to tell you about the 'dance' we shared at the ball.

See you at 8 pm Herms! Hugs & Kisses!

Your best girlfriend,

Ginny "Potter" Weasley.

Checking the time, Hermione realized she had an hour before her redhead friend invaded her peace. Taking her wand, she opened the floo network and went to take a quick shower.

Soon enough, a green light flashed in the sitting room chimney, signaling her friend's arrival.

"The sodding ash …", Hermione chuckled at the typical Ginny entrance. She could see the redhead fumbling, trying to get rid of the mess made from flooing. It was a sight to hold combined with the colourful language Mrs. Molly Weasley would not be proud of. Hermione quickly directed a Scourify at her friend. Ginny rolled her eyes at her and mouthed a quick thanks before settling on the sofa.

"So, I brought something for us …" the signature Weasley mischievous smile adorning her face. There, on her hand, lay a wine bottle that led to Hermione to groan. She had always being the responsible one, whether with Harry and Ron or with her girlfriends. But tonight, a work night at that, she overlooked it and stood up to get the wine glass. As a witch, one may find it easier to conjure the glass but no, Hermione enjoyed doing these kind of things the muggle way. It reminded her of her parents who were in Australia, celebrating their anniversary. The ministry had helped her restore memories on her parents after Voldemort was defeated. She had been glad they were unharmed by the darkness that had evaded the Wizarding world.

Shrugging herself out of the sad memories, putting a smile, she returned with two wine glasses. Ready to forget it all for the night. Drinking her emotions away, hopefully, no more thoughts on the blonde sex god.

Few hours later, Hermione was waving goodbye to her friend who was sober enough to apparate home. It was the brown beauty who had consumed most of the wine and was now quite intoxicated. She giggled at Ginny, blowing kisses, trying hard to maintain her balance. The redhead mumbled about low tolerance, waving to her friend, apparated to Potter house.

As the sudden breeze for her friend's departure hit her, Hermione let out another giggle mixed with a hiccup. She began staggering towards her room when she saw het familiar.

"Crookshanks! Come here ba *hiccup* by. Come to *giggle*mama", Hermione was flinging both her arms towards her orange cat, picking the furry cuteness and snuggling. She felt comforted by the hug. Carrying the cat, Hermione reached her room and curled up on the bed.

Finally, she let herself think about him. She did not know when she had become so weak. Maybe it was the wine that caused her to bottle out her emotions. Closing her eyes, the memory of when she first realized she had fallen in love with Lucius Malfoy surrounded her.

Flashback

It was not a special day, she had been reading over the recent book that had been assigned to her. Completely, immersed in the writing, she did not hear the visitor enter her office. The scraping of chair surprised her and she looked up in shock.

There, sitting in front of her, was her boss, Lucius Malfoy. An amused smirk graced his handsome features as he gazed at her. Hermione got flustered as she realized how much of a mess she must have looked like, not professional at all! She knew that she had a tendency to run her fingers through her hair and slouch as she devoured a written work. The now, gaping look, must have added to the unflattering look. Realizing a bit later, she straightened up and stood to greet him.

Fate must have been holding a grudge against her as the chair behind her crashed at her abrupt standing. She felt her cheeks heat in embarrassment as she deviated her gaze from the authoritative man in front of her. Gulping, she transformed her grimace into a smile and turned to pick the chair. Along the process, she managed to bump her forehead on her desk, giving out a painful squeak. Mortified, she abandoned picking up the chair, fingers on her now swollen forehead, once again faced Lucius.

As she made eye contact with the powerful man, she was surprised. The amused smirk had transformed into a full smile and he seemed to be refraining from laughing out loudly at her expense. That did not last as the moment their gaze met, he let out a loud, amused laugh, clutching onto his stomach.

Like a normal person, Hermione should have felt hurt or embarrassed at her boss laughing at her but she did not. In her disheveled state, all she could see was the beauty of Lucius Malfoy. Never in her life, she had ever seen the arrogant man laugh so freely and look so joyous. He hardly expressed any emotion, only sometimes in midst of pleasure but otherwise he was cold and detached as a statue. So, such carefree behavior was most definitely a sight to hold.

Finally, the laughing settled to an amused chuckle and he stood up to walk around her desk. Reaching her, he gently grabbed the hand rubbing her forehead and leaned to place a kiss on the sore spot. Pulling back, he whispered a healing charm that stopped the throbbing pain.

All Hermione could do was hold her breath, not wanting to make another wrong move. Strong fingers gently cupped her jaw and lifted it up, brown eyes meeting grey eyes. Even though the laughing had stopped, grey eyes were a lighter shade, gleaming with happiness, wrinkling at the sides with a genuine smile.

He leaned down and gave a quick peck before turning his back and walking towards the door. The robes making the swishing sound it always does, reminding Hermione of his power.

As he reached the door, his strides slowed, hesitant. Turning back, Hermione did not see the usual smirk as she expected, instead, Lucius Malfoy gave her his genuine, radiant smile once again and sincerely whispered:

"Thank you" before exiting her office.

Then and right there, flustered Hermione knew. She had fallen in love with the man. That smile had managed to flutter her heart and feeling what could only, muggle clique described as, butterflies in the pit of her stomach. She had never felt so alive and happy. Ever. She knew.

It was not a special day until that moment and it became the most precious day of her life. It was that day, Hermione Jean Granger found out she was in love with Lucius Malfoy.

End of flashback

Author's end note: I had to throw Lumione in this chapter. I cannot have those two apart. Plus, hinting a little at Lucius's feelings towards Hermione. This chapter was a bit sweeter and revealed more about Hermione! I hope you guys enjoyed it.

Reviews are always appreciated and constructive criticism welcomed.