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

At Malfoy's Request

Twelve

She was doing that silent treatment thing and it was driving him bloody mad. What did she expect from him, he was Draco Fucking Malfoy? He didn't answer to anyone, with the exception of his mother. Hermione wanted to much from him, she wanted him to open up and let her in. She wanted butterflies and rainbows and all that shit.

He wasn't the man for that job.

He watched as she brushed her hair in front of the vanity mirror and occasionally their eyes would meet and he would force her to back down. She was dressed up tonight and apparently going some where that he hadn't been invited.

Hermione pulled her hair up into a ponytail and began to apply some eyeliner and finished off her look with some lip gloss. She stood up and pulled on a jean jacket with some slight ease. Obviously, she wasn't going to a wizarding club because her attire was completely mugglenized.

"And where are you going?" It was pointed and slightly possessive.

"No where you need to worry about," she answered him, ending the silence that had been going on for the last day and a half.

"She speaks," Malfoy said to no one in particular from where he'd been laying on the bed.

"Yeah, I'm tired of doing this, Malfoy." She shrugged. "You're the one that plays head games. Me, I don't need to hide anything from anyone."

"Oh, of course not, only when it might ruin that perfect reputation of yours," he smiled loving that he could break her without even trying. Loving that he could hurt her, and he did hurt her.

She smiled and nodded. "That's the man I know. The Draco that was never gone. Stay here and be alone." She walked over to the door and opened it but turned back to look at him. He had slipped out of the bed and she hadn't even heard him, and now he was behind her, towering over her. "That's what Malfoys are good at, right? Being alone, hating themselves because of who they are?"

"Don't presume to know, your not one," he said tersely, wanting her, almost needing her. When they had been alone at night and he needed her, she had been there. He wanted her now but only to possess her because he could. He wanted to hurt her because she made him feel.

"I wouldn't wish that fate on anyone. Don't wait up."

She walked out of the door leaving it open not caring that Emma may have heard the entire conversation. She felt that she no longer needed to hide from Emma or anyone else.

As she left the room she didn't see the look that had crossed Draco's features, the look of guilt that he quickly covered up by turning his features to stone.

Hermione felt relieved to be inside of the night club and away from Draco, even if it were just for a few minutes. She smirked at herself for thinking of him, for always thinking of him. It was obvious the man had intimacy issues and the fact that he wouldn't tell her if he was Bastion's father just further angered her. What was so hard about admitting to the fact that he had fathered a child, one that was beautiful and precious? What had Bastion done to deserve the way Draco treated him?

She tried to calm her thoughts. She didn't want to think about him. She wanted to think about how Ginny Weasely was going to fix her relationships with both Harry and Ron. She wanted desperately to fix that part of her past because the pain of loosing not only one but both of them had been unbearable. She'd hoped that as time had went on that pain would lessen but it hadn't.

She looked at her watch, and saw that she'd only been sitting for twenty minutes. Ginny had told her she'd be there but that it would take some time. A waitress came and took Hermione's order.

While she wasn't expecting Ginny to work a miracle she was expecting something. What? Well, that remained a mystery to be solved. Hermione often felt herself wishing for the days before Malfoy, but sometimes, she also felt herself yearning for his company and even his touch. His touch which had at one point disgusted her deeply repulsed her by all means. She shuddered just thinking about him when at that moment, Ginny Weasely sat down in front of her smiling.

The two, excitedly chattered on and on about how good it was to see each other before they got down to the anxious business of talking to each other.

"Mione, I have missed you, so much."

"I've felt the same way. I had no one to talk to all these months, especially since I'm obviously not on speaking terms with either Harry or Ron."

Ginny shook her head sadly. "They're still angry about the fact that you had this huge secret from them."

"It's my bloody fault though. I should have known better than to get involved with Malfoy, and Blaise Zabini." She sighed.

Ginny reached across the table and stroked her hand. The two of them were deeply unaware of the fact that a Rita Skeeter type journalist was nearby, and totally engrossed about what was taking place before him. His nickname was 'No Piss Petey,' because he always got the job done before he took any sort of break and this time was no different. Little did, Hermione know, that her world was once again going to be turned upside down by the likes of Mr. Peter Klaus.

Hermione took comfort in Ginny's touch and smiled as she wiped away a tear that threatened to overtake her. "So what do I do, Gin? Do I leave Draco because my friends want me to? What? What do I do?"

Ginny shrugged. "How do you feel about Malfoy?"

"I hate him with every fiber of my being…..and yet I care really deeply for him. He has another side to him, Ginny. And I know that Draco didn't make life at Hogwarts easy for Harry or me for that matter…but in the last few months I've seen the other side of him."

Ginny raised her eyebrows. "Hermione Granger…are you in love with Draco Malfoy?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course not….I just happen to think that sometimes when he's not being such a complete ass…he can be an okay person. That's all."

"What about the sex?" Ginny seemed genuinely interested.

Hermione blushed deeply biting her bottom lip. "When'd you say you were going back to England…cause this might take a while."

The two shared a few more laughs before getting up and leaving the club together. Unfortunately, that was all that Petey had needed and the next morning Hermione and Ginny were flashed all across the front page of every wizarding magazine that delved into celebrity gossip with the headlines of, Granger and Malfoy In Love, Granger and Potter in Dispute.

When Hermione's eyes landed on one of those tabloids she shook with rage as her breakfast was served. How had anyone in muggle club even known who she was. The picture on the front page was blurry at best and she could barely be made out.

Draco entered a few minutes after Hermione had finished reading the papers. Hermione starred him down until he was forced to ask what he'd done to anger her this time.

"Well?" She paused, poised to attack. "Did you have anything to do with this?" She held up the paper so he could see.

"No." He gave his answered and calmly went about eating his breakfast.

"Your lying. You knew where I was going last night and had someone follow me, didn't you. Admit to it, so then at least I won't have to worry about it happening again."

He smirked. "I don't care what you do anymore, Granger. Let's get that bloody clear now. When Emma's finished with you…I want you out of my life. I want this over."

She realized then that perhaps she had been mistaken and then realized that Draco no longer wanted anything to do with her. He wanted what they had to be over.

He watched as her expression softened, and became saddened. "Your right…once Emma is finished and I've gotten the Ministry to soften and let werewolves and Halflings become instructed their, we are through." She stood and suddenly her stomach was rolling and waves of naseua hit her like a ton of bricks. "Excuse me." Suddenly, the smell of Malfoy's cologne, and eggs were not what she needed as she made her way to the nearest bathroom.

Malfoy sat there looking dumbstruck. The voice inside his head was telling him that he was an obvious idiot but he couldn't bring his feet or body to move. He couldn't go after her. He was Draco Bloody Malfoy…..

Author's Note: I know, I know it the long awaited chapter…I'm sad. I admit that. Chapter 13 might be slightly further off depending on how 12 is received and how much I decide to write….I'm working on it though!!!