Hermione threw her dress robes onto the bed. What to wear, what to wear? She picked up the green one. No, that would never do, he might think it was for him. After all one of Slytherin's colors was green. She picked up the purple on next. Hmmm. No, not that robe either. She was really tempted to go with a bright red one, had she time to get one. Let him think what he wanted. She finally settled on the sapphire blue. It was her favorite one. Might as well wear what she was comfortable in.

All too soon, she heard a knock on the door. She looked in the mirror and around her flat agonizingly. She felt so violated.

She answered the door. Draco stepped back and looked her up and down approvingly. "That color suits you Hermione." and he swept into the flat.

She looked after him, her mouth hanging open. He had actually called her Hermione. 'NO WAY!" she thought.

He looked around her flat, trying not to wrinkle his nose at the size of it. It would never do for her to see his disapproval. How would he win her over otherwise? He had to convince her to accept his offer.

"I don't cook Draco. So if you were expecting a free supper, you can just forget it." Hermione recovered herself enough after she slammed the door. She would show him that his little offer wouldn't send her cowering.

"Oh dear," he sighed. "I did hope we wouldn't go through these melodramatics after you had read my offer. You know it is more than generous. It is better than what most of the," at this he paused and sneered, "gentlemen of my class will offer you. And as for dinner, did you honestly think I would eat your muggle cooking?"

Hermione looked at him, trying not to let the tears formed. She should have guessed that he couldn't possibly have tried to be nicer about it. He practically was standing there, rubbing that blasted law in her face. She didn't listen to the small voice telling her that she had started it by being horrible to him.

He looked at her and sighed. "Hermione, I know you hate me, but couldn't we possibly try to get through tonight? Since I offered for you, I would like to get to know you. As you can see, I haven't even called you mud blood once. I'm going to try and go against my true nature and be nice this evening. Especially since we are going to my club."

He knew this would probably dissuade her from signing his offer, but he wanted her to see that if she didn't accept his offer, what the men of his class would force upon her. He knew that none of the Weasley's had the courage to offer for her, and he did owe her a certain debt after the war, although she did not know about it.

Hermione looked at him, and she said quietly, "Okay, I give in. Truce?"

"Truce." Draco offered her his arm and they walked out of the flat.

They soon arrived at his club and she saw women entering the club dressed rather strangely in revealing clothing and several steps behind their men. She looked at Draco questioningly. "Surely, they aren't...you don't expect me to? Absolutely not. I'll break my wand if I have to Draco!"

Draco grabbed her hand before it reached her pocket. "You read the terms of my offer. I would only expect something that degrading on certain occasions, ones where I have to please my family. I would treat you as an equal otherwise. I'm showing you what would happen to you if you don't accept me and accept some stranger's offer, should it come."

She looked at him with tears in her eyes this time. "You really have me over a barrel, don't you?"

He reached into his pocket and took out a handkerchief and gently wiped her face. "You will understand in time, just please give me a chance." he said quietly.

She looked at him and shook her head. "Do we have to eat here?"

"Unfortunately, yes. I need you to see the rest of it. I know, typical Draco, how horrible cruel of me." He said bitterly.

She looked at him, slightly stunned for the second time that evening. It shocked her into saying "If this is what I must do, then let's get it over with."

He took her arm and led her inside. She looked around, stunned. The muggle women were standing behind the men, watching them eat. They weren't even allowed to sit with the men? How horrible? Where did they eat? When did they eat? She looked horrified.

Draco leaned over. "Hermione, please don't stare. I know you would want to have your dignity if I should ask it of you."

She pulled away with a start. "How dare you!" she hissed.

He shook his head "Really, Hermione, your melodramatics are going to have to stop."

She stalked in front of him, fuming. He really thought she was going to be his? Under those conditions? Never! She'd find a way out of it! She would!

The concierge led them to a table in the back that was slightly hidden. "I took the liberty of requesting a private table so that there would be no prying eyes or ears, but you could still observe what goes on." Draco pulled out her chair for her.

She sat down with a thump. She looked blindly at the menu while Draco ordered the house wine.

He took the menu out of her hands. "Allow me, I know this is all rather shocking to your system."

He ordered dinner, and then began to ask her easy questions, about her family, about her work, and surprisingly about Potter and Weasley.

She answered rather stiffly, still rather taken aback but what she was observing.

The waiter brought their meal and she lapsed into silence as she ate. Draco observed, knowing how hard this was for her. He knew she wouldn't like what usually came after dinner at his club.

A/N I was going to submit this to Sycophant Hex, but the admin pointed out some fatal flaws in my stories (like messing up and spelling Hermione's name wrong-I am soooo sorry about that), and also they pointed out that I didn't use proper canon (such as a hyphenated pure-blood). So I went back and grammer checked and spell checked the first three chapters of this story. Hopefully I made the proper corrections. I resubmitted them with proper spelling and hopefully proper grammer. If you see any errors in my stories, please don't hesitate to correct me. I fully confess that Composition was not one of my better subjects 8-)