Chapter one: I bet you can.

« THERE'S NO WAY I'LL EVER BE ABLE TO DO THAT » Hermione shouted at Frank, one of her new friends at work.

« Oh, come on, 'Mione, I know it'll be hard but I bet you can do it » Frank replied with a smile on his face.

Frank had just made a bet whit his girl friends that Hermione could get any men she wanted, mostly to prove to himself that there was a reason he'd once had a crush on her when she first walked in the office, three years ago.

Hermione was now 20 years old and working in the department of education at the Ministry of Magic. She hadn't yet finished her seventh year at Hogwarts that she had already been hired. There were about 50 persons working in the department with her, some being quite old but most of them, not much older than she was. Most of them, she remembered from Hogwarts, as they had finished before her and were also the top students of their classes. It hadn't taken her much time to find good friends within her department, they were actually hanging out a lot. Of course, she was still seeing Harry and Ron a lot since she had presented them to her new friends and co-workers.

Harry had soon fallen in love with a certain Clarissa, a beautiful Blondie with pale but piercing green eyes that had graduated from Ravenclaw two years before them. Ron, just as his friend, was dating a mysterious girl no one had much heard about, but seemed madly in love with her.

Both of them also worked for the Ministry, Ron in the department of magical games and sports (working very hard on a new game he'd invented which was something between the magical chess and the muggle monopoly. wonder why?!) Harry, to nobody's surprise had been hired as an auror. He had actually beaten lord Voldemort and from that, hardly ever thought about the past, since in was filled with so many bad memories. Having moved from the Dursley's house in Privet Drive to a small appartmant in London, his only consolation had been his friends Ron and Hermione, until Clarissa arrived and he mostly hoped he could found a family with her as he had none, Sirius having died at the very end of his fifth year in school.

Being the best new auror at the ministry meant being an example to his fellow workers which wasn't always easy since the second best was a certain Mr. Malfoy, Draco of his name, which was a bit annoying to Harry. Still, since he'd gotten rid of Voldemort, and the Death-eaters, Draco had been acting civil with Harry who wondered why he had almost seemed pleased when his father had been sent to Azkaban.

What this leads us to is to the fact that most of the new workers at the ministry seemed to have gathered together which meant that Harry, Ron and Hermione had the "Oh delightful pleasure" to see Malfoy whenever they were meeting friends.

Draco, as usual was very good looking that night, if not astonishingly cute. Every witch in London wished he could be hers. He actually didn't have a girlfriend and rumors said he had never had one, though he had slept with some girls who, afterwards, always said he was a million times better in bed than he was beautiful. The girls usually melted when he looked at them and that night was no exception. Staring at you from his six foot two, with his deep blue-grey eyes behind his long eyelashes that made him look sooooooooooo mysterious, with his shining blond hair softer than silk that had gotten a bit more golden than white as years went by. All you wanted was that he'd wrap his strong arms around you and carry you away on his white horse like the perfect prince charming he looked like.

Still, he had the very well owned reputation of being hard to get. No matter the few girls he had had in his bed (nature's call), he hadn't loved any. None of them really counted. A clever person could have noticed that every of these girls looked pretty much the same: curly long brown hair and hazel eyes, just like the one he had truly loved for nearly four years now (gees! I wonder who that could be! ...)

Hermione had also turned out to be really beautiful. Standing her five foot five, with her long curly brown hair that she kept about the length of the middle of her back, her deep brown eyes and long eyelashes that made her look like a very rare breed of butterfly when she opened and closed her eyes. She had all the right curves in the right places that made her look like an ancient Greek goddess (what a coincidence, what a name.) All the guys wanted her, not only sexually but they felt like wrapping their arms around her frail but strong body in order to protect her. From that, she had realized she could have all the boys she wanted.

« I AIN'T GONNA DO THAT » she shouted at Frank again.

« Of course you can » Frank said in a voice he wanted as soft and tender as he possibly could, « At least, try it for me, otherwise I'll loose quite a bunch of money 'Mione »

"Why for Heaven's sake did you have to do a bet involving me in the first place!!!" Hermione said, trying to sound a bit more calm, as her eyes couldn't fool anyone as to how furious she was with her friend.

"Well, 'Mione, we were a bit drunk and the girls were jealous of you and said they couldn't figure out why boys were so attracted to you, so I said that anyways, you could have any boy you wanted so they said they'd be telling us tonight who it'd be. I have bet 50 galleons on you with each of them! Damn, that's a total of 500 galleons I'll loose. I'm willing to, if at least you'd tell me you'll try!"

"We'll see that." Was Hermione's only answer to her begging friend as they were driving to a big party, 40 minutes from London, where the needed to be dressed and arrive as muggles would, not to scare the hell out of the host's neighbors. Hermione had decided to wear a low rise jeans skirt that was going almost to her knees and that was quite revealing her butt, and a tank top that didn't hide anything from her curves either. She had knee-high boots and she had put her hair up in a clip, not to feel too hot, but she had let some hair down and the curls that lay around her head made her look so damn hot, she knew she wouldn't be alone in bed that night, that is if she wanted to, of course.