At his request, Hermione is about to become his lover and an ambassador to a werewolf.

At Malfoy's Request

Ten

Hermione waited patiently for Draco to show up. But he never did. Somewhere, inside her head, she wondered just when in the hell had she started worrying about Draco Malfoy. When had he become someone she cared about? She figured that she could trace it back to the night in the library but her thoughts didn't really want to venture there. All she could see from that night was Harry's angry green eyes, Ron's eager disgust planted deeply on his face. That was all she could see. Wasn't there some saying that time healed all wounds, because she had been waiting for that. For time to heal the wounds of that nights, and yet, nothing had changed. She still longed to hear from Harry and Ron, for their forgiveness.

"And this was my great grandmother, Alosia," the painting reflected a woman in her youth with a white wolf kneeling at her feet. She sat in a high backed chair, raven black hair reaching far past her shoulders. Her eyes glowed like an eerie emerald mist. The eyes seemed to follow Hermione and she became disturbed but she was relieved when Emma began to recount Alosia's history.

"My great grandmother was a very strong woman. She loved my grandfather, surely. But she took many muggle lovers and changed them. She even had a child with one, but he died at birth. My great grandfather, Artur loved her so much that he allowed this. Many decided that he was unworthy, that he was weakening both the pack and those around him. There were many challenges, however, Artur and his love overcame them." Emma looked starry-eyed at her great grandmother, but Hermione did not. "This mansion is one of the many that Artur built for his love. Its my favorite and now that I'm leader, the first woman leader of the White Thunder pack in five hundred years, I make it their home as well."

"That was a lovely story, Emma." Hermione rubbed her head, a headache had seized her and it was not letting her go. "However, I have a massive headache and I would really love to rest.

"Yes, yes of course," Emma smiled. "I'll have a house-elf see you to your room."

Gritting her teeth, Hermione sighed. "I can find my own way, if you don't mind."

Emma looked thoughtful for a moment. "Oh, that's right." She smiled. "You don't approve of house-elves do you? How about a regular maid then?"

"Yes that's fine, but how did you know about that?" Hermione's shock resounded in her voice.

Emma continued to smile. "Draco made me aware. You are after all his lover, and Malfoy's always take care of their lovers."

Once she was in her room and away from Emma, she could think a little, even with the headache. She didn't know how she felt about what Emma had said. It made her wonder did Emma and Draco have a past. Was there something that he wasn't telling her.

Of course, Hermione. Draco never tells the full story. Thoughts continued to roll around in her brain, befuddling it until she couldn't wait for him anymore and she lay down to get some sleep.

She dreamed the same nightmare that she'd been having for the last few days. It was always of Harry falling dead at the feet of Voldermort. It was always his eyes glowing intensely green as he fell and they were always on her.

"Harry no!" She awoke with a start, her heart hammering away in her chest. She stopped screaming long enough for her to notice that Draco was in the bed with her.

Her hand went to her parched throat and she got out of bed.

Two glasses and one water bottle later, she reluctantly climbed back into the warmth that Draco had given off. With the shine of a summer moon shimmering restless outside she could see that he was awake.

"What are you doing in bed with me?" She questioned sliding back down into the covers, noticing for the first time that she'd been undressed and not by herself.

"Appearances, Hermione. We must keep them up," he really didn't have the energy to talk at the moment.

"Oh," was all she said. "Well I'm still tired, and Emma insisted on giving me a tour of this place."

"You are well then?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" She snapped and instantly regretted it as she closed her eyes.

"Because, you woke up screaming Potter's name."

She didn't know what to say so she told him anyway. "I saw him dying before my very eyes."

"Don't worry about it, I'm sure the fool is off saving Weasly's ass someplace," Draco commented dryly. His lips were quite near her ear and it tickled when he talked.

"Were to close," Hermione stated.

"Afraid?"

"Why would I be afraid of you, Malfoy."

He chuckled. "I can be dangerous, Granger."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm sure you can. But I need to know something…"

It was his turn to roll his eyes now. "What do you need to know?"

"How well do you and Emma know each other?"

He groaned and rolled over onto his other side. That was not a conversation that he'd intended on having with her or anyone else. What had went on between him and Emma was between him and Emma. He felt no need to clue Hermione Granger of all people in on it.

She sat up in the bed and poked him. "Malfoy, what went on between the two of you."

His eyes popped open and he rolled them. "No."

"No what?"

"No, we aren't having this conversation at five in the bloody morning, Granger. Now lay the hell down and go back to sleep."

"You've slept with her? Haven't you?"

He shook his head. There would be no peace until he steered the conversation some place other than where it was headed. He sat up and rubbed his face, groaning inwardly at how this had turned out. Other parts of his brain had told him to stay at a hotel, but no he'd listened to that other part him. The one where he'd wanted to come and get Hermione out of her pants and get on with having sex. Oh, he'd gotten her out of the form fitting clothes, but he had definitely not gotten any sex.

"Granger, what do you want. Want to talk about our feelings? Want to talk about Harry Bleeding Potter? What, anything so that I can get back to sleep."

Hermione reached over to the night stand and turned on the lamp. "I want to simply talk about you and Emma."

"Why?" He groaned again as Hermione crossed her arms over her chest barring him from getting a better look.

"Because she implied something earlier, and I'd just like to know if I'm in the way of you to getting down to some serious carnivorous bloody mating." She rolled her eyes when Draco gave her a look that said, "You're a sodding idiot."

"You know you're the only one I want to get down to mating with Granger," he laughed at his own joke and stopped when Hermione didn't join in.

"That does not answer my question, Draco Malfoy."

"I love how you say my name, I'd like you to be screaming it right about now," Draco ran his finger up the length of her arm and she shivered under the weight of it.

"I'm here to do a job, not play whore to some rich inbreed," Hermione gritted her teeth as he began to smile, and as soon as she said those words she regretted it.

Draco leaned over quickly and kissed her. Then whispered in her ear like it was the most natural thing in the world, as if the last seven years had never happened. "This room is probable bugged. Pretend as if your enjoying this, as if the very thought of me touching you doesn't repulse you. Pretend that maybe your in love with me. What's wrong with a little white lie, Granger, when it could mean your life."

His breath on her ear lope tickled and the heat of his breath made her excited. She tipped her head to the side, exposing her neck and he began to kiss it gently. Her pulse beat right under his lips, steady and thrumming. Deciding that Draco always initiated everything, she turned and pushed him on to his back, then straddled him. As she swayed above him she observed him. His lean bare chest ripped to perfection, his arms sinewy and powerful. She ran her hands over that chest, lying to herself that she had never wanted to do this, ever. She leaned down then and whispered in his ear. "Why don't you pretend that your not disgusted by me. That I'm not some sodding mud-blood here to do your bidding. Why don't you pretend that you actually like me being this close and that your excited by the prospect of me giving myself to you."

She licked his ear lope and whispered again. "I'm going to find out about you and Emma one way or another."

She leaned up and her hair curtained around them, her hazel eyes glowing. "I always knew you'd like being on top." Malfoy's hands began to slide up her ass and came to rest on her hips.

"You are such a perv," Hermione smiled. "Think they're still watching?"

"Of course, they probable never stopped. Emma probable has this feeding into her room. Sex is a real big turn on for werewolves. It may be the only thing they enjoy more than raw meat." Draco removed his hands and propped them behind his head.

"I should move now, this is already such….a compromising situation."

"Why, I'm comfortable," Draco smirked and saw the quick flash of annoyance dart into Hermione's hazel eyes.

"For one, I don't like the idea that Emma Greyback may be getting off to this. And two, we hate each other." Hermione whispered and yawned as she moved off him and slid back down into the covers.

"Yeah, that makes sense. Damn you and your intelligence." He laughed quickly as she reached over and turned out the light.

When they were laying once again snug, and Hermione was about to drift off to sleep, she heard him whisper, "Sweet dreams, love."

She rolled her eyes at him and was out like a light.

Morning rolled around quickly and Draco found himself inside of Emma's office. She was walking around half clothed as usual and he found himself almost starring. The woman was certainly beautiful, the wasn't a doubt, but Draco knew better. Looks could be deceiving, and Emma was just as lethal as she was pretty.

"Did you two enjoy yourselves last night?" Emma asked casually sitting on a long couch and motioning for Draco to sit.

"That's none of your business, Emma. No if you'd like, let's get down to discussing the arrangements for Hogwarts. Hermione had already decided that she'd love to help get Bastian ready."

Emma's eyes became slanted, and turned a pale amber. "Do you dare turn this conversation. I want to discuss you and your lover…"

"Look, Emma, you wanted this. I was just trying to help." His tone wasn't icy, but it was calculated.

She smiled, her face becoming normal. "Of course. Your right."

"Good, now that means that the subject of Hermione and I, that's off limits. Just because we chose to be guest under your roof doesn't entitle you to know the details of our private affairs." He paused and handed over a report. "These are newspaper clipping from the last time an issue such as this came up."

Emma took the report and looked up at Draco. "Don't you think its about time that Bastion met Hermione?"

Author's Note: Okay I know i suck, so just tell me that i do. I never ever expected 60 reviews and i probable never should have said anything. So if you all want to bitch smack me, i understand. If you all want to hate me, you can. But you have got to admit one thing though, I updated. For more information on when i plan to update read my bio. It usually tells you things you need to know like where the story is headed. I just thought that I'd start this, the thing at the body to help get better reviews, or maybe just to get the wheels turning, and yes some questions have been repeated.

Things to Think About:Is there a future for Hermione?Who is Bastion and how will it change Hermione's view of Draco? Do Draco and Emma have a past together? Where did Draco disappear to that night? Will Hermione run into Harry or Ron soon? What about Ginny?