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Last time
"Are you ready for me?" He asked without waiting for an answer. I felt pressure as he began to push into me. We had not lost eye contact yet. My heart was racing, I was a bit scared. This was my first time...in a long time. I wondered if he would take his time. I began to hyperventilate. "Don't look so afraid luff, i'm not even in yet I am just at your entrance. Just relax, okay." he licked his lips and he waited.
"I'm ready." I said and he nodded.
"Just the head for now." He said pressing harder
"Hermione are you okay...oh good lord! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't see anything I swear!" My mom said racing clumsily out of the of the dining room.
I immediately fell off of my aroused high and crashed back to reality. Fuck.
I rushed out of the house as soon as I finished dressing. Though the incident happened almost two weeks ago I still could not get rid of the horrifying feeling of getting caught in such a compromising situation by my mother.
She kept on insisting that she didn't see a thing, that she barely caught a glimpse; but the heavy blush that adorns her face each time we make eye contact tells me otherwise. Hopefully the awkwardness would soon dissipate.
Since that night things between Viktor and I have gone a lot more smoothly. We have been sending each other nonstop letters, mostly consisting of him doting on me and telling me what a good life we will have and how well he plans to provide for me. I tried my best with each response to be as nice and understanding as possible, given the circumstances.
I knew it was not an ideal set-up; him being already so sure of us and me being...well, unsure of myself. I wanted to know more about my dracken history. I wanted to find myself, I wanted to know. I've honestly been trying...trying to give over to my instincts. My...dracken nature. I shivered as I thought the words. My dracken side had no problem giving in to Viktor...letting him dominate me or whatever Dominants do but my subconscious, my brain would not let me.
It would not let me fully give in, it would not let me submit. Just the mere thoughts of the word submission sent shivers of disgust down my spine. The word went completely against what I'd come to know about myself. Against all my ideals and values. Submission to me spelled defeat.
Maybe if I grew up in a dracken household I would be okay with it, but I wasn't. I was raised in a muggle household and then transitioned to the magical world where I spent better part of my life trying to be accepted.
In my muggle upbringings it was ideal to find someone to love, marry and have children with. No hanky panky stuff like wings and tales dominating or multiple partners.
In the magical world you could either meet someone and fall in love or your partner was chosen for whether you loved them or not. Rarely did they have triads or multiple pairings though they were not unheard of.
I'd heard of Drackens before in my classes and may have read a few facts about them in passing while searching for another creature who happened to be a basilisk. I'd never given much thought to Drackens, and that is what has caused me to be severely under prepared and lacking of vital knowledge in the Dracken department.
I wish I had taken more care to read about the various creatures but instead I was caught up in my S.P.E.W project...though no regrets there.
I'd been trying to gain as much information as I possibly could from Viktor, however, he was reluctant to share that sort of information with me through letters. He was afraid that our letters would be intercepted and we would both be found out.
I had to agree with him on that point seeing as we were seen as dark creatures in Britain. I could not pretend though that the curiosity had not been devouring me alive.
He'd just resumed practice for the upcoming World Cup and this is why I'd only been able to correspond with him through letters. I was happy in a way because now I had a chance to really step back and think...to get my bearings back. I was on the edge at the same time because I did not like to be in situations blind, I liked to know. The longer he was away, the longer I will have to wait on that information...I'm not a patient woman.
He said that they should be getting a break by this weekend probably Saturday, Sunday the latest. Morgana help me it was only Monday, how would I survive? To be completely honest with myself...I sort of missed him. His letters had been getting to me a bit...and so have the memories of that night in the dining room.
I came out of my musings as soon as I apperated into the ministry atrium. I could not help but to observe the vast changes in this place since the war. Shacklebolt had done a marvelous job.
I took a moment to appreciate the ministry and the fact that it had been restored and now surpassed its former glory. There was no trace of the 'Magic is Might' rubbish that Tom Riddle had bestowed upon this great building.
The lobby was as always stretched magnificently, both far and wide, the floor a change from its previous dark color was now a beautiful marble polished wheat. The high ceilings were a magnificent shade of midnight blue with golden fixtures which offset the light coloured floors perfectly. One would think that those colours would not normally sync, but here they did so beautifully.
I made my way swiftly to the lift nodding and giving small acknowledgments to people along the way. I quickly pressed the only button that was left unpressed. The button that would take me to Level 4.
The lift shot off causing the other occupants and I to quickly reach above our heads to grab one of the many overhead handles. Each stop the lift made jerked us a different way. Finally and most of all thankfully the lift stopped at Level 4. I strode out as soon as the opening of the lift allowed my frame to pass overcoat fluttering behind me.
From the lift I entered a small lobby with polished champagne colored floors and a high ceiling, the beauty of it all made me gasp and halted steps. The ceiling held a collage of paintings. The paintings all consisted of magical creatures; Vampires, wolves, centaurs, trolls, faes, fairies, unicorns, veelas in their 'true' form, and what seemed to be regular people but I knew better. There were even a few creatures there that I could not identify but which I had every intention of finding out.
"Ahem" Someone cleared their throat pulling me out of my musings. "What do you want?" A monotone voice called towards me. An uneasy feeling settled in my chest.
Seated behind a big oakwood desk was a slim blonde haired woman. I made my way over to the desk. The woman had barely even spared me a glance. She was too busy looking through the monstrous stack of mail.
I took in her sharp features and her blonde tresses that was carelessly thrown over her shoulder. Her hair, I noticed, was a beautiful shade of sandy blonde with a few darker strands here and there. I wondered for a second if she was in fact wearing a wig because surely no once could have such silky hair. I self consciously pushed a stray curl behind my ear.
She finally spared me a glance, her arctic blue eyes sent a chill down my spine. She stood quickly, she was about 5 foot 9 and was definitely towering over my 5 foot 2 1/2 form. She scrutinized me from head to toe.
Her appraisal made me feel very frumpy which intensified the uneasy feeling. I immediately thought about my choice of attire; tan long sleeved pencil dress, a black form fitting over coat, and a pair of black heeled Mary Janes.
I thought I had looked great. That was until she stepped from behind the oakwood desk. Her legs were a mile long, I had comforted myself with the thought that she wasn't as tall as my inspection of her behind her desk allowed me to believe, but I was wrong. The woman wasn't even wearing heels!
Upon further inspection I noticed that her attire wasn't very work friendly. Along with her lavender top -which I envied- she had on a pair of dressy shorts.
The closer she got the more uncomfortable I became. Something about this woman just didn't sit right with me. I felt the need to assert myself but I thought better of it with each of her strides.
I was confused. I could not explain exactly the feeling, I did not think she was better than me, nor did I think she was prettier than me. I found myself to be pretty...in my own way. I felt like there was some sort of unwarranted rivalry between this stranger and myself.
I tried to push the feeling away. There was no reason for me to feel this way about her, she had done nothing to me and though my gut feelings were usually right I decided to be as nice as possible despite my uneasy feelings. She was innocent until proven...well guilty. Guilty of my dislike that is. I forced a smile on to my face.
"Huh...Dracken. You seem a bit frumpy." She said bluntly with a heavy Romanian accent as she stood in front of me. My faux smile dropped. "Well not everyone can be as lucky as I. I too am a dracken, but I have veela blood. But I dont need to tell you that. I'm sure it's obvious." She said throwing me a smug smile.
I felt my eyebrows raise slightly at her words. My wand hand twitched. No Hermione stop it...you cant be too trigger hap...I mean wand happy. Introduce yourself. Kill her with kindness. Maybe she'd have a little more respect once she realized that I was her boss.
"Hermione Granger, I'm the new deputy head of the department for the regulation and control of magical creatures." I said with the best smile I could muster at that point, hand extended for a shake.
"Here you go Iva." A shorter chubby red head lady said appearing beside me. I never heard her foot steps, I must have been too caught up in trying to be nice. The lady handed over a cup of some sort of hot beverage to the blonde she'd identified as 'Iva'.
"Is there anything else you'll be needing?" The woman asked as Iva took a sip. She immediately made a face.
"Arhgggggg can't even make a decent cup of coffee!" She shoved the cup back at the woman causing some of the contents to spill on the floor. She immediately stomped off through a double door opening with a black label written in gold "Department for the regulation and control of magical creatures" over the door.
The woman sighed and placed the cup on the oak wood desk.
"Good day, Miss Granger I presume. It's nice to meet you. I am Tonya your secretary." She said brightly seeming to or pretending to have gotten over what had just transpired a few moments ago.
"Hi" I said a little dumbstruck. This woman was clearly the secretary. Her attire and mannerism screamed it. The fact that this Iva woman was searching through the mail on Tonyas desk, and the fact that Tonya brought her coffee troubled me. It made me think that I should have taken the aurors job.
"Please tell me that woman is not the head of this department." I said calmly, waiting for her confirmation so that I could leave.
"Iva? Oh no. She is the heads fiancé though." Tonya said with a disapproving look. "Right little brat that one. Oooo" she covered her mouth quickly. "Please pardon me I should never have said that I-"
"No Tonya, it's fine. I agree." I said. " Is she around a lot?" I asked.
"Yes. She always pops up out of nowhere and she is always looking through the mail for the boss' letters. She thinks I'm her personal assistant, always asking me to do things. It's the boss' fault you know. He spoils her." She said flushed from her little speech. I ccould tell that she'd been holding back those words for quite some time.
"Well Tonya, you can let her know from now on that you are too busy to do anything for her and if she has a problem I'll deal with it." I said annoyed thinking of how unprofessional this situation seemed. "And please call me Hermione, not even my mother is referred to as Mrs Granger." I said with a genuine smile.
"Let me show you to your office...Hermione." She said testing the name out with a grin.
I followed Tonya trough the double doors. The champagne polished floors extend beyond the lobby area and past a line of cubicles on both sides and a few offices. Everyone seemed too into their work to take notice to us. I love this place already.
"Your office is here" Tonya said pointing to a door at the end of the line of cubicles, "and the heads office is there." She said pointing to a door on the far left. She opened the door and I was immediately less than impressed...on the floor was a hideous blue carpet.
"The carpet is ugly but you can change that" she said in and off handed way stepping into the room. " I think Mr. Shwartz the previous deputy head ordered some other carpet that he thought was bad...which means it's probably better than this. It's in storage I'll show it to you."
The rest of the office was nice enough. It consisted of a big mahogany desk, a vast bookshelf with a lot of books on creatures and a lot of filing space.
After a basic run over of my Job with Tonya, I was introduced to a few of the heads of each segment of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. The sectors all consisted of; Creatures office, Beast office, Being division, Spirit Divisions, Goblin Liaison Office, Centaur Liaison Office,the Pest Advisory Board, and the office of misinformation.
All the heads of these departments were very knowledgeable, they were able to give me a barrage of information which I believed would better help me do my job. I took notes enthusiastically and asked questions throughout each session. We also scheduled various times during this week and next week that we'd be able to meet up and get more in depth with our discussions.
I was glad to see that this department unlike a lot of the ministry did not have a problem with muggle like tools. There were, printers, scanners, computers, etcetera. Tonya explained that they had just added these technologies to this department five years ago. She said that files were good and reliable but it was a lot easier to find electric copies. Which I definitely agreed with.
It was after four o'clock before my orientation finished. Tonya came back to the office and together we magically changed out the ghastly matted blue carpet to a fluffy soft cream carpet. I adjusted the color of the visitor chairs opposite my desk to a darker hue and my walls were changed to a soft matte bluish grey colour.
I'd added a few knick knacks to my desk and an abstract painting to my wall. The place started to feel a bit more personal. Another glance at the clock told me it was a few minutes to six. I didn't plan to stay this late on the first day.
I put away my notes and grabbed my bag. As soon as I stepped through my office door a wide smiling Tonya approaches.
"Well goodnight Hermione I'll see you in the morning. Maybe tomorrow you can catch up with the boss...actually he still might be here. I don't know if he's busy right now or not though. Well goodnight!" She says cheerfully.
"Good night Tonya" I said smiling back at her.
Instead of following her out I opted to finally go and see 'the boss' as everyone called him. I didn't know how I felt about this man especially with him having his pest of a fiancé terrorizing our secretary.
He hasn't been by all day, but I'd been assured by Tonya that he had back to back meetings. Hopefully now I would get to see who I was working with.
I approached the door and raised a fist to knock. A screech suddenly stopped me in my tracks.
"No! No you can't do this! This is unfair!" I heard Iva shout.
"Sweetie, calm down look-" she screeched again "you know how much I hate when you screech at me like that. You know it's disrespectful." the man admonished softly. She screeched again.
"You don't love me!" She cried "You're not being a good dominant! You're supposed to take care of me. I have to go! Do you want me to look poor in front of my friends. What will they think if I can't go!" She screamed and I think I heard the distinct sound of a foot stomping.
"Sweetie I thought we could spend this weekend together, Isn't your heat period coming up soon?" He asked calmly even after all her shouting.
"No! No children for you since you want to treat me badly!"
"Don't say that please. I really think it's time we start trying for children." He replied in a pleading voice. "This is your twelfth heat period since we've been together and we haven't been able to try yet because you've been away shopping with your friends. Perhaps I should come with you this time, hmm? That way if you go into heat I'll be right there."
"No! You'll ruin it for us. Why are you doing this to me? You're ruining my life! Why can't you stand to see me happy?" She started to sob.
"Of course I want you happy. Shhhhhhh don't cry. I want you happy. Please stop crying, you can go. I'll give you double the amount you usually get. Just please stop crying." sniffles could be heard now through the door.
"Double? You really mean it?" I assume he either nodded or spoke even lowew. "Thank you so much! I love you." she said cheering up.
"But please, if you can. Just come home if you feel your heat period coming on. Okay?"
"Yes, yes" She says exasperatedly. Footsteps approached the door and I immediately hightailed it back to my office and slipped inside breathless.
What in Merlins name? She really was a spoiled shite. I felt a bit guilty for eavesdropping. They probably thought that most if not everyone was gone from the office why they were so loud.
It was obvious that the boss was a dominant dracken seeing as his fiancé was obviously a submissive one. The conversation that they had just minutes ago made me think otherwise...maybe she was the dominant and he was the submissive... but I read that dominants usually want to take care of their submissives so it's probabbly the other way around. Honestly...I dont know, but what I do know is that whatever he is doing should be criminal. That woman is a right bitch.
Come to think of it...she has to be submissive. That is probably why I felt uneasy about her initially not only. According to the books I'd read I was supposed to feel threatened or defensive when I come across another submissive because we are supposedly in some sort of competition to get the best dominant. At least that's what the book said.
A firm knock jolted me out of my reverie. I jumped away from the door.
"Miss Granger." A deep voice called. The same deep voice that was just trying to appease Iva. Shit it's the boss. I find myself using the same words for him that everyone else used.
I had yet to know who 'the boss' was. He rapped at the door again. I know I cant pretend I'm not here. He'll probably let himself in. I quickly ran over to my desk, dropped my bag and grabbed my notes from my top drawer. Wouldn't want to look suspicious.
"Come in!" I called. The door opened and in walks a tall dark greek god.
He is definitely the dominant in that realtionship. He was no less than seven foot judging by the way he ducked into the room. His suit was well tailored and his arms and shoulders well toned. His teak almond shaped eyes were hypnotizing, I find myself lost in their depths. All the breath left my lungs and I could feel my pupils dilating, I heard more, saw more, and smelled more.
The smell was intoxicating; chocolate infused with mouthwatering coffee... and pure man.I stopped a longing groan from passing my lips. His skin was a delicious dark chocolate color and his features chiseled. My throat became parched. Good lord.
"You're a submissive? I had no idea. I knew I'd smelled one today but I just kept assuming it was someone who came for a consultation. You have a very nice smell." He said in a matter of fact tone. I blushed and giggled like a school girl. He approached my desk.
I blushed even more from the embarrassment of just having done that. What the hell? Snap out of it Hermione! He has a fiancé and you have Viktor.
"I haven't seen you since school. How have you been?" He asked. School? I looked up at him strangely and squinted my eyes a bit.
I looked beyond his low-cut beard and I sort of recognized the face behind it. Maybe someone I saw in passing
"I've been good, how are you...look, I'm sorry I-I just...well your face looks a bit familiar but I just can't exactly remember you." I said blushing again. I decided not to beat around the bush.
"You don't?" He asked looking surprised. "oh." he said looking a little dejected. I stood quickly.
"Hermione Granger" I said reaching out my hand for a shake "Nice to meet you Mr..." He grasped my hand with his large hot one and I tried to fight down the tingling feeling in my stomach. The heat from his hand felt really good.
"Blaise...Blaise Zabini." He said and my brows raised.
Authors note: Okay so next chapter more Viktor and more explanations for Hermione. I've already started it and will try for next Saturday or Sunday. Maybe before then. Thank you guys for all of the comments and story follows. I really appreciate them.
Until next time keep calm and be positive.