Disclaimer: I don't own hp.
A/n: welcome back fans of 'why me?'. If you haven't read 'why me?' you should or you will be confused. Now on to the story!
Hermione woke to a tapping on the window. It was an owl. She got up and got the letter from the bird.
Dear Mrs. malfoy,
I would like to inform you that we have some teaching spots open for you and your husband, they are:
Muggle studies
Charms
Quiddich
We hope some of these appealed to you two. If you want to rake a job Wright back to tell me which it is by august 20th.
Dumbledor.
She ran over to Draco and woke him up.
"What is it?" he asked groggily.
"Dumbledor has offered us jobs. I want to teach charms." She said righting on a piece of parchment.
"What ones has he offered?" he asked wrapping his arm around her waste.
"Well why should I tell you?" she said teasing him.
"Well if you don't, I will have to find out by force." He said turning her around to face him.
"Oh really" she said.
"Yes" he said. He pressed his lips againsted hers. She ran her hands through his silky hair to deepen it. He ran his tongue on her lips and she opened her mouth. Their tongs danced a wiled a wild tango, as they tumbled on to the bed. He ran his hand along her back.
"Mr. malfoy you'll have to do better than that." She said seductively. He unclasped her bra and cupped her breasts. She moaned in pleasure, as he sucked on her nipple.
"I want you Mr. Malfoy." She said in her moans. He got up off of her,
"Tell me the job choices first." He said playfully.
"Fine you can do muggle studies or quiddich." She said.
"Quiddich" he said. 'Figures' she thought. Then she wrought on the parchment again and sent the owl off.
After their 'fun' they went downstairs and ate breakfast. He noticed she was very quiet.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I was thinking about him." She said sadly. He new she was talking about Harry. It had been 5 years since his funeral.
"I know you miss him but it wasn't your fault." He said.
"But I should have done more" she said.
"You did all you could. We need to pack." He said.