A/N Warning: there is some verbal reference to forced sex on this chapter.

Draco sat on an armchair next to the bed, dressed in gala robes, and he looked at the woman in front of him. She was doing the finishing touches to her updo, standing in front of a full-length mirror. She was wearing a jade green silk dress with traditional embroidements made by local artisans; if you looked carefully you would notice that the patterns were dragons. He smiled to himself. Even if it was a coincidence he knew that she understood the symbolism for him. The dress had a high neck and was floor length but it was sleeveless and followed the shape if her body. It had a triangular cut that let her back show while emphasizing her breasts and waste, and a slit in the back of the skirt up to the knee to be able to walk. She smiled at him in the mirror.

"Almost done"

"Take your time love. I'm enjoying the view from here."

After she was finished he stood up and offered his arm. He couldn't help but smirk at what a magnificent couple they made. He may not subscribe to the old views but he was still a Malfoy. He knew the value that the perfect woman added to a man. His mother had chosen the flawless trophy wife role, but that was not for him. He wanted his witch strong and powerful, a force to reckon with. He found that not only attractive but made him feel powerful himself, a man not scared to stand next to the sun and get burned.

When they walked into the magnificent ballroom of the Magical Government palace of Laos he felt a shiver down his spine. Something was off. He needed to stay on guard. They passed a tray of champagne flutes and he allowed Hermione to take one but gesture for her to wait until he performed a quick wandless spell to check it. It was clean. She got on guard. Draco was too perceptive to be just acting paranoid. She performed a quick spell of her own and turned both of their drinks into a sparkling non-alcoholic drink. He smiled taking a sip. He may be able to read the room, but she could read him like a book. He stayed watchful, keeping his indifference mask on while he started scanning minds around without being invasive. He didn't want the foreign diplomats to consider him dangerous, which he was. Then it happened.

Hermione was standing a few feet from him, talking to the Lao Minister when he sensed the thought. He drew his wand and with a spell pushed Hermione and the Minister to the side half a second before the giant chandelier above them crushed on the floor. He ran to grab her and tried to apparate them out but he couldn't. She looked at him with shock. It was obvious that she tried to apparate them too and failed. The room must have been bewitched from the outside, which meant that they were surrounded. They moved quickly to find cover, but they couldn't be sure from where the attack would come. An explosion opened a hole in the wall in front of them.

Draco spoke in her ear

"Give me your wand. Trust me".

She looked at him questioningly but did as told. He took her wand and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up.

Through the hole in the wall walked a group of dark wizards.

"Malfoy. What a pleasant surprise. What do you have for us there."

Draco looked impassive, handling her like a rag doll and holding his wand to her neck.

"I have a big jackpot here. She's gonna cost you quite a bit since after this I won't be able to go back to England. I'll think about my price but first I have some personal affairs to settle with this little slut." He licked her face lasciviously, causing the dark wizards to cackle.

"Fine, you have 10 minutes Malfoy. But you're gonna have to fuck her here. There is no way out of the building right now."

He smirked

"This cheap whore will be right at home on a toilet stall," he said pulling her towards the men's room.

Once inside he let go of her hair and put a finger to his lips. He gave her back her wand and whispered.

"You need to scream like a banshee, it will buy us a couple of minutes if they think I'm forcing you."

She started screaming and in the meantime conjured her Patronus and used it to record her screeching sounds and begs for him to stop. Then she made it float around close to the bathroom door. That will repeat in a loop for a couple of minutes. He smiled shaking his head. This witch was brilliant.

"We're gonna have to get out of here the muggle way," she said. Then she climbed on a sink towards a little window close to the ceiling. He gave her a push up and she looked out

"alleyway, two guys there watching around."

He pulled her down.

"You have to levitate me," he said. Then he used an extension charm to make the window wide enough.

"Levicorpus"

She carefully floated him and he slid halfway through the window, stunning and binding the two crooks from the alley, who never saw it coming. He held himself on the window frame long enough to levitate her and let himself go. He was so tall it was not a big fall for him, then he caught her when she dropped. He sent a Patronus message to the Auror headquarters in Laos with orders to transmit to London before apparating both of them to the hotel room.

After landing on their room Hermione looked at him and jumped into his arms, attacking his lips hungrily. He responded in kind.

"Is it weird that I'm so turned on by the way you manhandled me back there?"

He gave a crooked smile

"What can I say, I'm both your villain and your hero. It's always been like that with us Granger."

He threw her on the bed, then flipped her around and pulled on the slit on the back of her dress to rip it open.

"No underwear? Really Madam Undersecretary?"

She smiled and spoke through harsh breaths

"I didn't want any lines on my dress."

He spanked her arse and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back to speak in her ear while he aligned himself with her entrance.

"I was right then. You were ready to get fucked on a toilet stall like a cheap whore" he said, thrusting all the way inside of her.

She moaned with pleasure.

He repeated his lascivious licking of her face and thrust hard again.

" You like it don't you? When I'm a thug and make you my slut?" *thrust*

She could barely whisper between moans

"Yes".

He kept thrusting hard until he felt her walls clench and she came in a haze of raw lust and desire. When he felt her body relax again he undid the zipper and slid off her dress, then turned her around to lay on her back.

He took his clothes off and climbed on top of her, positioning himself gently to penetrate her again. She rewarded him with a soft, sweet moan. He started a slow rocking motion, enjoying the feeling of her, admiring how lovely she looked after reaching her orgasmic bliss.

"I want to be your hero more times than your villain. I want to make love to you in every possible way. I want you to be mine."

She laced her fingers to the hair in the back of his head and pull him down for a kiss. Then she increased the rhythm of their rocking hips.

"Come for me Draco. I want you to be mine."

He deepened the kiss and let her drive him towards his release. When he came, he felt complete for the first time in years. He didn't want to do the undercover work anymore. He was done. Five years of elaborate lies had taken its toll. Two days of being open and honest with this witch made him wish that this was his life. A life without lies. A real life.