Please don't hate me, but I'm sure you'll be surprised based off the last chapter.

Wednesday

Hermione woke up with a start. She was very aroused, and the fact that she just had the naughtiest dream she ever had did not escape her. Neither did the fact that regardless of the naughtiness of said dream, she still hadn't climaxed.

She grabbed her pillow and placed it above her face, then proceeded to scream her lungs out.

This was just not her week.

When her throat was sore, and not for the reason she would be okay with, she decided it was high time to reflect on her life.

Maybe she was a submissive. She didn't really want to believe that, but she would look into that some more. She made a mental note to do some research on the topic. By herself. It would be weird to ask Roger to go looking for material called "How to Know If You're Into Submission" and the such. It would make for a good laugh though. And with the way her day was already starting, she considered asking him to get the materials she needed.

Next, she really needed to figure out who her masked man was. She couldn't stand not knowing who was controlling her, even if he didn't know he was.

She crawled out of bed and scuffed into her study to stare at her bulletin board. The strings made her happy. The pins that weren't connected to anything, however, made her frown.

She stared at the list of men who were unaccounted for and quickly shook her head. There were only a handful that she'd be happy with in that pile. Theo and Draco at the top of that list, but she wouldn't admit that out loud.

There was a chime from the living room reminding her of the time. She rushed off to get ready for work.

She ended up not asking Roger to get the reading materials she had wanted. She figured it would embarrass herself more than it would him.

She was in the middle of reading about when one looks upon being of service to someone and their heart aches with need when a knock at the door startled her.

"Come in," she mumbled, trying to hide the book she was reading under several legal pamphlets and case notes.

The two men she least wanted to see - or possibly most wanted, she wasn't even sure anymore - stepped into her office. She was so surprised to see the two of them that she wasn't sure if she hid the book in time. When she looked up to find one with an eyebrow arched and the other smirking, she flushed all the way to her toes.

"You look good like that Granger," Draco said, while Theo hummed in accord of his assessment.

It made her only turn more red. "What can I do... do for you?" She was furious with herself for the tremble in her voice. Was it them? Was it what she just read? Did it make her heart ache wanting to do something for them? She knew it made her wet thinking of them asking her to please them.

This time Theo was the one to speak, "Miss Allaway is here again in Tracey's office."

"The partners want you to help," Draco finished.

She sighed. Just what she needed. "Okay."

She stood up to follow them out of her office, but in the process of getting out of her chair she managed to knock some items off her desk, one of them being the book. The little blush that managed to disappear came back full-fledged and when she bent down to pick it up and hide it in a drawer she saw that Draco had hung back waiting for her. Based off the smirk on his face, she knew he read the title of the book.

She scowled at him and harrumphed before pushing him out of her office. His smirk turning into a sinister smile.

Hermione could hear Tracey saying "Try and stay calm," as she walked into her office, a questioning look on her face.

When she sat down across from Tracey's desk, right next to Miss Allaway, Hermione could hear mumbling.

"Overwrought and calm. Overwrought and calm is a bad combination." Miss Allaway turned when she noticed Hermione, "I don't like that outfit."

Hermione opted to ignore the client. She had already told her she wouldn't work with her anymore, yet here Miss Allaway was. She directed her question to Tracey, "What's wrong?"

She replied, "She's overwrought."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "I figured that out when I came in."

Tracey sighed, "A group is trying to shut down her mud wrestling club with a racist claim. They're evidently going to court on Friday ex parte."

Hermione groaned. Of course, it was a mud wrestling club. Racist? What? Were all the girls Muggle-born?

Before she could respond, several of the men from the firm entered the office. Roger and Draco were missing though. She felt somewhat happy about that, especially when Blaise interrupted her by saying "Wait, I'm going to have to stop you. Let's go back half a step."

The rest of the men nodded along with Blaise. Hermione could easily see him taking control if he could lead everyone the way he was. "Mud wrestling club?"

Tracey answered pointing to Miss Allaway, "She owns one."

"Where... when... in the mud... they..." Blaise sputtered. Hermione took back her previous thought. If girls in the mud turn him into goo, there was no way he was her masked man. Her masked man was always in control. She squirmed in her seat, rubbing her thighs together at the thought.

Miss Allaway was quick to continue on Blaise's train of thought, "Wrestle! And WAMO wants to shut it down."

Hermione mouthed WAMO and Tracey whispered "Witches Against Muggle-born Objectification." Oh. Hermione nodded in understanding. She could see the racism claim.

"Why is everybody just out to get me," Miss Allaway sighed.

Hermione's eyes widened and Tracey was trying to hold back a snicker. In the background, they could hear the men whispering and muttering about how this could lead to something good. Miss Allaway cases always lead to something good for them. Hermione rolled her eyes, good for them, but a headache for her.

Hermione was in the loo reapplying her lip gloss when Terry stepped out of one of the stalls. She quickly moved away from the soap, not wanting a repeat of the day before and all the other times she had a man bothering her in the loo.

He smiled at her and Hermione tried to match his features with her masked man. His hands looked similar. But it was dark and his hands were busy with other things, distracting her with what they were doing, so she wasn't sure. She didn't know how to approach asking him about Saturday, but she was in luck.

"Do you still talk to Lavender Brown?"

The question made her move her eyes from his hands to his face. He didn't have a face that could pull of a smirk like her masked man did. "Yeah, we meet up every now and then. Why?"

He stammered, sweat on his brow, Hermione could tell he was nervous. Yes, definitely not her masked man. "You see... Well, we sort of hit it off at the Falcon's party."

Hermione let out a sigh of relief. She was happy to be able to connect his note card to someone else. More string for her bulletin board at home! She smiled brightly, "Of course, I'll send her an owl and see if she can meet you for drinks sometime."

"Thanks, Hermione."

"No, thank you!" She cheered as she walked back to her office.