Hermione Granger could never forget the day he and her met. He was... so enigmatic and animated. Every word that came out of his lips was so important. She could not forget the speeches he would break out into, talking politics and criticising the very world she lived in.

She was always the girl in the background.

Until he pulled her into the main picture.

She saw him that day. Those curly dark locks, smothering dark careful eyes that captured the attention of the society she lived in, golden man of the government with his perfect pureblood wife.

Blue irises with golden and brown flecks, which kept running and running on her mind. This happened throughout the day where she would wait at the nearby cafe for her usual work errands, squeeze her thighs and bite her lip as she thought of it. Her little fantasy of him and her. The glorious it-couple, his large hands touching her waist and slowly towards her... She would snap out of it and find herself to meet with the frowning Barista and a line of drinks to carry back to the ministry. Sadly, this was her life.

Hermione Granger was a nobody. From young, she had always been told, "You're a mudblood. Nothing else." It was even a rarity for someone like her to be able to work at the Ministry. She was lucky that she could serve coffee in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. These days, people like her old classmate Draco Malfoy run and triumph in high ranking positions. People, namely half bloods and purebloods.

But this was better than nothing. Hermione remembered, reading about the sickening treatment of muggleborns and how they were being thrown into concentration camps and even worse things she could not bear to remember in her know-it-all brain.

So Hermione Granger, the administrative assistant. After years of hard work and high flying grades, she had secured something proper other than an internship that barely paid for her leaky shoebox flat.

"Earl grey for you?" Hermione asked as she walked around the department floor, plastering a small smile on. She felt as if her cheeks were hurting.

A few scoffs and disgusted remarks came after.

"This tea was probably polluted by her mudblood saliva!"

"Are you sure this is safe?"

The bushy haired brunette witch sighed, wandering around once more. Her ankles had hurt all day from those tiny heels that were mandatory for office wear. She continued carrying the tray around, lowering her head.

Suddenly a sharp voice called. "You Granger!"

Hermione whipped around.

Facing her was Mr Matthews, the Department Head. He approached her, muttering hastily. " Get yourself ready at 5, you are going to follow me into the wizegamot session with the other heads and the minister himself today. Bloody Lisa had to call in sick today, so you have to cover for her."

He let out a huge sigh and pinched the bridge of his head, lowering his head, muttering incoherent noises.

Hermione slowly nodded. This was going to be her opportunity to shine and show that Matthews she was more than just the department's coffee girl. She was better than Lisa Turpin, who was probably nothing more than his simpering cock sleeve.

"Do it well, Granger. " He murmured and left, with her watching his grey head disappear from where she stood.


Hermione sat down behind Mr Matthews and looked around the chamber. Typical political scene. Rich, aging wizards and witches of higher blood status dominated the place.

She bit her lip and grabbed a hold of her quill, murmuring a charm for quick scribble. Midway through her spell work, she was interrupted by a haughty voice. "Miss Granger, is it? What a delight to see you here."

"Hello Mr Malfoy." Hermione numbly replied, barely looking him in the eye. Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father, was the Director of Strategy for the ministry. And Hermione thought that this man worked for no one but himself.

"Now how did you wind up here? Last time I remembered you were just a little girl. Look at you, a few years later and you have definitely grown into a woman." The blonde man said lavisciously as Hermione stiffened. " Why don't you come to my office later on and we can have a little chat. Maybe next time you could be something higher than just a secretary."

He continued ogling her, talking to mostly Hermione's breasts.

"No thank you." Hermione sniffed.

She should have kept her mouth shut.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen." The door shut.

Husky. Sensual. She wanted those lips to say her very name.

"Good afternoon, Minister Riddle." The room chimed. A circle of politicians and a mudblood at the back. Hermione held her breath, squeezing her thighs once more.

She was the only one who did not greet him. Though there were many in the room, he seemed to sense it. His gaze had landed on hers and hardened. Hermione bit her lip, swallowing as his gaze darkened.

During the meeting, she was so sure she was going to lose her job. Malfoy was staring daggers at her and she wanted to bury herself in a hole that very moment. Riddle was not doing any favours for her either. She sort of hated the man with a passion. All meeting, he rambled on and on about his stupid policies, how President of the magical congress had failed to agree with him, this and that. She wanted him to talk about something. Something about muggleborns, something about elf rights, something that actually mattered for a long time that did not benefit him and his silly politician friends in any way.

Hermione glared at him and it was like he could sense her glares from a view afar from his little podium in the room.

"We are all free to make our own decisions. Now you decide." With that by Riddle, the meeting ended.

The brunette witch wanted to scramble out of the place. It was too much. She was probably going to lose her job by the end of the day. Walking out, she could still feel Riddle's eyes boring into the back of her neck.


That night, Hermione was surprised she still had a job and a letter from Matthews that she had a meeting with Riddle the next week and that she was also expected to accompany him to the press conference of Riddle's the very next day.

Thinking of that man in her bed. Her fingers started digging under the waistband of her lace knickers and brushing against her sensitive wet folds. She pulled up her shirt, making her boobs pop out. She continued, panting.

What was his cock like? Was he long and thick? Or could he be thinner and be absolutely-

Hermione let out a moan as she drove herself to ecstasy thinking about the Minister of magic, Tom riddle's cock drilling into her.


The next day, Hermione followed behind Matthews, head down as flashes and shouts of the reporters echoing throughout the hall.

"Minister Riddle! Minister Riddle!"

She saw him looking at her before going onto his usual podium. His gaze was sent to slit, kill and remove her from that very moment.

I hate you. Hermione thought to herself before he looked away from the crowd and smirked quickly to her.


Hermione came walking into his office.

She was ordered to come in alone.

His office was the usual. Blinds up, perhaps out of the ordinary too neat bookshelves and a soft looking leather couch at the side.

" Done admiring my reserve?" He chuckled, standing up from his wooden desk, his hands in his pockets. Riddle was in a nicely pressed grey suit. Has not shaven obviously, with the growing stubble he had. His usual cologne of Sandalwood and white musk penetrated the air she breathed in. "Hermione Granger, isn't it?"

"No and yes." Hermione said slowly, smiling and bit her lip. He seemed to narrow his eyes at that.

"No good morning sir, Minister Riddle, anything?" He questioned inquisitively. Hermione raised her eyebrow and asked, annoyed. "Is this why you asked me to meet you?"

"No."

"Well, I better get going since I have absolutely nothing to do here." Hermione said before trying to walk towards the door. She wanted to throw the fishing pole and rein him in.

Tom Riddle blocked her before she could reach out and turn the handle.

Hermione tilted her head. She snapped. " What do you want, Riddle?"

The man seemed to stiffen at her response, looming over petite self with his great height. Hermione's eyes fell onto his hands.

"Such insolence." He tutted as he cornered her, walking her towards his desk. "I'm surprised you have lasted this long and nobody has touched you yet."

"I have to say that I am higher and above than what anybody thinks of me." Hermione rebutted, throwing her head at him. She could feel her hair sizzling with her magic.

"Says the assistant, a coffee tea girl." Riddle shook his head, chuckling darkly as his face moved closer towards hers. " Where is your respect for your superiors?"

Hermione wanted to laugh. Godric, he was so infuriating. Yet at the same time, she wanted him so much that it hurt.

"I don't see any here." Hermione said mockingly.

Suddenly his hand reached out and grabbed her throat. It tightened around, constricting the pulses, she hiccuped and choked and flung her legs wildly. Bloody bastard even used a fucking protection spell on himself.

"You think you own this place, Missy?" Riddle smiled, his hand still around her throat. Hermione was starting to see white before his hold released slightly.

"N-no…Tom." Hermione whined, drops of sweat running down her neck as she took in mouthfuls of air.

"Don't call me that, Granger." Riddle sneered.

"Well then, what do you want me to address you asshole?" Hermione retorted.

Some kind of minister this was. Always nice in the public eye, next he's feeling up a muggleborn in his office.

She was then flipped around and bent over the desk.

"Listen up, Granger." His lips are at her ear." With your big mouth and lack of respect. I bet you by the end of the year, you'll be gone and nobody will miss you then.`

"Mhm Tom." Hermione laughed," Au contraire, I'm here to stay."

"Don't give me that tone, Missy." Tom sneered," Now say sorry to me before we can continue with our original agenda."

" Oh I'm sorry, Sir. Did I say something wrong?" She said in mock offense." Daddy, I'm sorry."

A pin could be heard dropping.

Tom asked, " What did you just say?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy." She laughed.

Sometimes they just want to feel that they are in control.

"You really are asking for it, aren't you? " His arm suddenly grabbed around her waist, tightening around. She shrieked. He pressed her deeper into the desk.

"Fuck off and let go of me, Tom."

"Really thinking you can get away prancing around here."He murmured in my ear." But in reality you're just a pathetic slut."

"I'm not a slu—" Hermione tried to say before his hand clasped over her mouth.

"Shut the fuck up, brat." His fingers climb up and grab onto her skirt-covered ass." You really are asking for it, aren't you?"

Her reply was muffled by his hand as she fidgeted in his hold. His fingers groped it, feeling it as she swallowed."Tom..."

But what came out was muffled.

"That's it." He sneers against my ear." Do you like that, sweetheart?"

His hand slowly travelled from her ass to her left breast. His knuckle brushed harshly against my bra cup as she squirmed. He squeezes and laughs, letting out a strangled sigh. " Nice tits, Princess. "

Hermione could only let out another whimper as he started caressing it through her blouse. He chuckles." Maybe I should call you sweet tits instead next time, Princess. Or perhaps accio your bra and blouse off during the next meeting when you forget to greet me."

" Would you like that sweetheart?" Riddle laughs, he presses her deeper as she groans. His hand lowered deeper onto my intimate area. He cups my sex through my knickers. She whimpered once more. " Don't you love this."

He rubs it and sadly Hermione could feel herself getting a bit wet down there.

" Come on, sweetheart." He whispered into my ear." Let's get you out of these ridiculous skirts you wear."

She could only nod and bite her lip as his hands unbuttoned her skirt. Shaking as his fingers unzipped and pulled them down her thighs.

"Mhmmm, Mudblood." He chuckles in my ear." Nice panties. All white and lacy. Who were you wearing them for?"

He strokes her ass and slaps a cheek, releasing a loud squeal from her." Thick slut. Now answer me."

She swallowed as he pulled her panties higher, laughing.

"Has anyone fucked you here?"He whispered as he patted her ass. He chuckles, " I bet those boys in your year had a fun time with you."

"Daddy's little girl." He snickers, Hermione could feel his breath fan against her neck. "So cute, Granger. Honestly your ass and tits are nice, has anyone told you that?"

Hermione breathed as he kissed my neck. "I bet you're real wild in the bedroom."

"But does anyone actually want you?" He says in a contemplating tone." I don't think so."

Riddle releases Hermione and she falls onto the floor, shaking as she stares at him.

"Take this as a lesson, slut." He sneered, hands on his sides. " Respect me or you will wish you had never stepped foot into this ministry in the first place."

Hermione looked up at him." No, you do that."

Riddle laughed.

"And yet, you love my tits and ass. " Hermione threw back." What does it feel like to like this mudblood?"

A married man. Sometimes she forgot the fact. But it was not like he was truly faithful anyway. He had mistresses. This was a fact Hermione knew.

He immediately gave her a look of disgust." You're worth nothing more than the dirt on my boots. That was just discipline."

"Bet you wanted to cop more than a feel,Tom ." Hermione laughed, staring back at him." Now what's next? Do you want me to suck your tiny prick?"

Tom looked offended, glaring back darkly." Don't call me that, Granger. And two, my cock is more than adequate thank you. Do you want me to prove it to you?"

"Gladly," Hermione said, crawling towards him. He stared at her, his lips twitching at every movement she made. In his eyes held a dark expression that made her want to run out of his office. She looked up at him and said. "Daddy."

Riddle laughed, saying." Funny joke, Granger. Now get up and get the fuck out."

"No." Hermione said unrepentantly.

"No?" He raised an eyebrow before he grabbed Hermione's bushy hair, pulling it as she gasped. Somehow, she did not know. It was so fucked up that her nipples were hardening against her bra.

Hermione smiled at him before biting my lip. On her knees, unbuttoning her blouse. He watches her every movement. "Like you said Tom, I'm really wild in the bedroom."

What did he really want from her?

Her shirt opened, revealing a bit of the lacy bra she wore. She looked up at him, he stood in front of her stoically like a greek god awaiting to persecute this common girl,

Her hand caresses his covered calf up and down, he watches her.

Maybe this is my downfall . Hermione wondered.

Moving closer, a soft sigh comes out of his lips as her lips pressed on his trousers. Breathing in the familiar musky scent that was his.

Her hands found his zip and pulled it down. Her hands slowly touched the growing bulge in his boxers that was threatening to burst. Tom groaned. "Fucking mudblood…"

She dragged his boxers down and smiled at the cock awaiting her. It was beautifully thick, long with a dripping red tip awaiting her approval. She kissed the tip, Tom immediately hissed and shoved his cock into her open mouth.

In and out. In and out. They set a rhythm. Hermione would let his strong legs thrust his cock into her mouth, down her throat. He tasted salty, reminding her of the ocean she used to visit ages ago.

"H-Hermione!" He gasped out as she released his cock from her mouth with a loud pop sound, smirking at him. Tapping on her lips with his pink tip, Hermione stroked his cock softly, kissing it periodically.

If anybody were to look through the window at any time of that moment, they could see the Ministry of Magic getting deepthroated by a bushy muggle born witch.

"Get up sweetheart." He pulled her up and pushed her onto the couch. Hermione looked up as he dragged her panties aside and shoved his cock into her. She screamed, she felt as if she was split into two.

Closing her eyes, she could hear his soft groans and the ripping of her clothes, the leather leaving burns on their skin as he pounded hard into her.

Hermione could only let out a," Ugh, ugh, ugh…"

When he came, he came deep into her pussy. Hermione could never forget the white stream of cream dripping out of it as she struggled to put her broken knickers back on, hoping it would soak his seed up.

She did this as she sat on his lap, his arm around her waist. In his chair behind his table.

He kisses her neck before murmuring in her ear. "Remember to greet me next time."

This was the first but it would not be the last. Hermione knew she could be another fling but as this muggleborn who managed to charm Riddle with just her insolence. Bellatrix Lestrange can fuck off for all she cared.

She looked into his eyes, held her gaze for a moment before bringing him for a kiss.

Though she better hurry because she had a body to take care of in her freezer. Tom would understand.

This was not a meeting for her discipline but a step forward for him and her.

Hermione held the cards from now and if Tom Riddle wanted anyone else but her, he should not show his hand. For no matter how much effort he made into this empire of his, this house of cards can fall apart at any moment's notice, with just a blow of her lips.