I am …
A Tool
She was sitting alone in a crowded restaurant, eating at the bar, sipping on vodka, this is what it had come to, swapping the family meals for dining in restaurants alone. A pitiful sight she must have made. She wanted to hurl her plate at the happy smiling faces of the other customers, it appeared they were celebrating a marriage anniversary, by the large '50 years!' written on the banner she assumed the couple had been together for fifty years, she scoffed at the idea.
She was so immersed in her own little world of resent that she did not notice someone sit down beside her, much less who that person was. So it was a surprise to her when she recognised the face when she finally turned around.
"All alone Granger?" The person asked, his grey eyes shining with amusement.
"I know you," She stated and then threw back the remains of her vodka and orange. "Draco Malfoy, if I'm correct." She eyed him with curiosity, of course she was right.
He smirked at her, knowing what was going through her mind in that second, though a little taken aback at her new found cockiness, he found it surprisingly sexy on a woman such as herself, a far cry from the goody-two-shoes book worm she once was.
"Yes, but you already knew that," His voice was huskier then he had really intended it to, but she seemed completely unfazed, something he was definitely not used to. "No Weasley?"
"I'm not daft, Malfoy, you already know there's no Weasley, my name has been dragged through the mud since Red died, so tragic." Her voice dripped with sarcasm, it had grown cold and unaffected, she was definitely not the girl that Draco had attended school with, from the heels to the provocative dress, and the coldness in every word, she was different, and he would have to admit, he liked the new Hermione.
"The papers like to create something from nothing; a smart girl like you should know that," Draco replied, not taking his eyes from the smooth skin on her shoulder, a slight dusting on freckles graced her honeycomb skin; he wanted to kiss them then and there.
"Girl?" Her velvet voice was almost teasing. "Let's get one thing straight Malfoy-"
"Draco, please."
"Fine, Draco. I am not a little girl anymore, and unless you think you can really handle me, I'd move away right now," Her voice was almost threatening, but he saw a promise beneath her words.
"Where are you working these days, Granger?" Draco asked, the tinge of curiosity in his voice.
"I don't… I have no need to." Her voice was so cool, he could have taken it for the simple fact that she didn't want to work, but he knew better then to believe that, this was Hermione Granger he was talking to, nothing interested Hermione more then finding things out, experimenting, she had worked as an Unspeakable. Quickly the realisation hit that she was asked to leave, not fired because you can't fire Hermione Granger, but for the benefit of the Weasley's and Potter she was asked to vacate her position…
"Ah, you must have much free time then," Draco murmured, Hermione raised her eyebrow at him. The clogs were working in his head, and it only took him a second to realise the full potential of this. "I guess then I could make a proposition, one that you may just be very interested in, with all your free time."
Hermione looked at him curiously; she really wanted to hear what he thought he actually had to offer her.
"You see I have a little situation, my last wife had a slight problem with fidelity, and she has been served with the appropriate papers, I am now single, I have an heir, but I do not have a wife."
She could barely believe the words leaving his mouth.
"I don't expect anything in the bedroom, just someone to be on my arm at social events, a new date every time can get tiring, and I need someone with a certain level of intelligence."
"Are you actually asking me to marry you?" Hermione asked, astounded, it was the first time she had actually shown emotion all night.
"Well, you see, I have an extensive library, and unlimited funds, all of which you would have complete access to," Draco informed her, smirking at her face as the clogs worked in her brain. "As well as many other artefacts and numerous homes under the Malfoy name."
"So you are asking me to marry you," Hermione stated, raising her eyebrows at the man before her.
"It could be beneficial to both of us."
Hermione smirked as she fingered the antique fireplace, it was gorgeous, much like everything in this house was, but it was just a pretty thing to be looked at.
"I did mention that bedtime was not a requirement, didn't I?" His voice was silky, and amused, but that was all. Hermione turned around, she was completely bare, and he seemed impressed by her confidence.
"Well, you see, unless I get what I want and when I want it, you might find that I too have a problem with fidelity," Hermione replied, not really looking at him as she walked around the room, she hadn't really taken the chance to see it as she stumbled her way towards the bed, ripping his clothes from his body.
"Then I do believe that my proposition could be most beneficial to both of us," Draco replied, Hermione raised an eyebrow at him. She walked over to the dressing table, it was bare expect from a bottle of whiskey sitting on it, without thinking twice she took off the top and took a gulp.
"That can't be good for you." Draco said as he come and stood behind her, brushing her hair from her shoulders and placing gentle kisses on her shoulders, a great contrast to the lusting man last night. He had ravished her then, it had been glorious, a surprise that they had been so compatible under the sheets.
"Don't go soft on me Draco; I don't think I could bear living with you like that," He raised his head and turned her around facing him.
"Is that a yes?" he asked her.
"Yes." Hermione replied, walking to the bed and slipping on the shirt that he had worn last night, half of the buttons were missing.
"Do you mind if I ask why?" Draco asked her, watching as she walked to the doorway of what was apparently their new room.
"I was married to the softest git in the bloody world for five years Draco; everyone needs a little excitement," Hermione replied, smirking at the astounded blonde man, her fiancé. "I'm going to go to the library, see if it really is all you told me."