A/N: another twisty little ficlet :D enjoy!

Irony:

"Malfoy..." Hermione said in one soft wispy breath.

"Granger?" He questioned his eyes narrowing slightly at her.

Hermione was at a loss for words. She just stood in front of Draco Malfoy, clad in his Commanders uniform, shaking her head and contemplating the irony of it all.

Hermione was what they called a "hand maid" now. Every man was a "commander" and he ruled the household. He was given a wife, whom he didn't meet until the day they married. When they wanted to have children, they would put in a request for a hand maid, Hermione.

"I can't believe..." Hermione tried to say, but Draco cut her off, pulling her into his office, right across the hall. He shut the door behind them and spoke. "Hermione... what... what happened? I thought that you and Potter were going to try get across the border... did you get caught?"

Hermione nodded slowly and Draco noticed the tears pricking the corners of her eyes. Draco nodded and said "well... I guess the Millie will show you your quarters..." and he motioned for the door.

Every month from then on Hermione laid on her back, in the lap of Draco's wife as he tried to impregnate her. The first time she cried. She couldn't bare the thought of being 'fucked' by her husbands' worst enemy, and she missed making love to him so badly.

After being at the "Malfoy Estate" for what seemed like eternity, but had been six months, Hermione was called to Draco's office.

She walked in, clad in her standard 'handmaid' garb and Draco stood waiting for her by the fireplace as she walked into his office.

He looked at her as she walked into the room and he watched her carefully close the door behind her, and take quiet steps into the room.

"Hermione..." he said putting his small glass down on the mantle. Draco took a few steps toward her and said her name again.

"Dra..." she started, taking a deep breath she replied "Commander?"

Draco shook his head at her. "No... Hermione, Draco, call me Draco" Draco said moving closer to her and taking her ice cold hand in his own warm one.

She tried to pull away slightly, but he stopped her. "No, Hermione..." he said shaking his head.

"What Draco?" She asked looking at his cold gray-blue eyes. They seemed intoxicating for the first time in her entire life. She had spent seven years with him and she had never noticed. Draco moved again slightly closer, and began moving his face closer to hers.

"Draco..." she started to say but he cut her off "Hermione, don't speak" Draco pressed his lips against her, and she was at a loss of what to do. Draco put his arm around her waist and hugged her close to his body and she gave up the fight. The firelight flickered against her face and she simply put her hands on his narrow hips, right above his belt. She couldn't win with him...

A/N: if there is something that doesn't make sense about what's going on, tell me, because I have an explanation for the world that they are living in.