Sorry it's been a while. I've been at a school trip… and then I came back a long time ago, but I was updating my other story. Because those readers have been waiting for that other story for even longer so I owed them. If any of you HermioneDraco readers are interested, it's called We love you professor Granger.
I'm a little disappointed that I'm not getting as much feedback and "constructive critisms" as I want and NEED. So please please review if there is something I need to change or fix or if you think something I wrote was bad or if I can improve on one certain thing. Don't just sit there and keep it all to yourself.
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"What is all this crap?" Hermione kicked a balloon into the air.
"It WAS for your party. But now, it's all ruined."
"What'd you plan a party for?"
"Well…"
"Let me guess. You thought you'll throw me a big grand party full with delivery guys delivering a bouquet of flowers, and then, I'll be so taken back by it all that I'll let you stay in this house of mine. Right?" Hermione kicked another giraffe balloon.
"It sounded better in my head…"
"Of course it did! Because it's the most idiotic, cliché thing that any guy has ever done for me to get something!"
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means you're a jackass." Hermione smirked.
"I love you too, mudblood."
"Well I don't. Now get your fat arse out of my house." She pushed him toward the door, but Draco tried to resist her.
"No! I won't! I spent a long time making this party. And I do NOT have a fat arse. My ass is very firm and-"
"Okay, okay. Too much information. Now, get out."
"I have nowhere to goooooooooooo. Please?"
"Of course not! Do I look like the type of person who would let my all time enemy- the most irritating, agitating, annoying, selfish, disgusting, thick headed, snobby, arrogant, and horrifying enemy live with me? You're retarded."
"Ouch. That was like fifty burns in one sentence" (A/N: statement stolen from Hyde in That 70's Show. Only like the funniest show ever.)
"Yes, now get your fat ass out of this house before I call the police."
"What if…"
"No. Do I need to literally kick you out?" Hermione curled up her leg.
"NO! Okay. What if I said I'll work for you? Either at your office… or housekeeping work… anything. What if I promised you that with no pay- just as long as you let me stay here?"
Hermione stopped.
That WAS a possible idea…
It would be like having a maid…
NO! The only reason why she had ever put up that ad was because she needed the money- not a maid.
"I need you to pay me."
"That- that can me done, I guess. How much?"
"Err- it's in muggle money. This IS a muggle neighborhood you know. I think a galleon was worth five pounds. Let's say… pay me twenty galleons. Every month."
Draco's jaw dropped. "To work for you? To live in this little piece of… er… art?"
"If you don't like the offer, forget it."
"How about I DON'T work for you but I still pay you."
"Hm… nah… how about not. I mean… you ARE my worst enemy."
Draco sucked in all his breath. Quivering violently, he groaned. "Deal."
Hermione grinned. "Trust me, you are not making a mistake." She turned around and added, "dumbass" under her breath.
Little did he know that he was NOT making a mistake at all.
"Yo- Granger!"
"What."
"Do you happen to know if there are any jobs available?"
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"Rise and shine, honey! Wake up!" Looking absolutely ridiculous in a little pink apron, Draco threw back the curtain drapes at the windows. A figure under the bed covers flinched, but did not arise.
"Wake up!"
"Go away"
"Wake up, Granger!"
"Shut up, Malfoy!"
"Wake up, mudblood!"
"Shut up, ferret!"
"Wake UP, brat!"
"Shut up, moron!"
"Bookworm!"
"Pig!"
"Bitch!"
"Asshole!"
"Know-it-all!"
"Arrogant bastard!"
Draco pulled back the covers, exposing a very cold Hermione. "VIRGIN!"
Hermione shot up in her bed. With all her strength, she pulled her hand across Draco's pale cheeks with a loud, painful, magnificent, blood-curling slap. Draco grabbed onto his face.
"That's what you get- you bisexual man-whore." Hermione cursed as she jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom. There was a sound of running water, a rumble of the shower door, and a high-pitched and deafening howl.
That was one mad woman in the shower.
Quietly and quickly, Draco climbed out of Hermione's bed as he slammed his own bedroom door.
The NERVE of that girl!
Furiously blowing the hair that was tickling his forehead, he fell into his bed and stared at the ceiling.
He was not a bisexual man-whore. He simply cared about the way he looked- a dominant gene that was passed on in his family- and simply liked… women. In fact, he had not slept with as many girls in his years as so many thought. Her only flirted endlessly with them or just played with their hearts once in a while.
Only once in a while
But, what had bothered him more about that morning argument was that he had lost. He had lost very badly. She simply had much more hurtful invectives toward him AND she was able to get the last word in. If his grandfather had been there, he would have clicked his tongue and muttered, "The son of a bitch just lost to his bitch."
Draco shook his head. 'Good thoughts, man, good thoughts. Today is a big day.'
Indeed it was.
On cue, he heard a clatter and a clash in the kitchen. Draco sat up, stuck his hands in his pockets and nonchalantly strolled over to the commotion. Cursing nauseatingly, Hermione began to kick everything in her sight, enraged, and furious. Smirking, Draco leaned on the wooden cabinets. There was a pile of pots and pans sprawled all over the floor. Groaning, Hermione's head shot up to face Draco's face. Her eyes grew wide and angry as her face came closer and closer…
"You do know how late I am right?"
Draco gulped.
"Well, let me clear it up for you, mister. I am a very late person. And I cannot afford to be late and I cannot especially afford to be late because of YOU who is supposed to be my housekeeper. Now… CLEAN UP THAT FUCKING MESS, ASSHOLE! HOW COULD YOU BE GRINNING YOUR IDIOTIC DEFLATED HEAD OFF LIKE THAT! CAN'T YOU SEE WHEN SOMEONE IS IN A RUSH? I THOUGHT YOU WERE DOING THE HOUSEWORK AROUND HERE! DOESN'T THIS QUALIFY TO BE HOUSEWORK? HUH? HUH? HUH? OH! WHAT NOW, BITCH? YOU THOUGHT I CAN NEVER TAKE YOU DOWN BECAUSE I WAS A GIRL BUT NOO! I JUST PINNED YOU DOWN ON CEMENT STARK NAKED IN MIDDLE OF ANTARCTICA SO SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH AND GET TO WORK! I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO ALLOW ME TO BE LATE BECAUSE I CANNOT TOLERATE LATENESS IN MY OFFICE AND YOU ARE MAKING A COMPLETE HYPOCRITE OF ME." Kick. "GET TO WORK!"
Draco was no longer amused.
He was scared.
She was certainly a lunatic and MOST certainly not a morning person.
"Yes, yes ma'am."
"DAMN RIGHT IT'S YES MA'AM!"
"Okay."
"Don't just OKAY me. You need to treat me with respect in this house."
"I'm sorry. But, I think you are overreacting."
"W-what?"
"I mean, this mess is your fault. So, don't you think you should be cleaning it up? Or at least not blaming ME for it and yelling at ME for it. I mean, I CAN clean it up and I understand what we agreed on last night, but you just can't come pouncing on me like that and blaming all your screw-ups on me." Draco stopped. And for a very good reason.
Not making eye-contact, Draco swooped down and began to gather all the metal pots on the floor. He was sweating like a mad dog.
'You can leave any time now…" he thought.
"Hey." A calm un-Hermione-like voice rang in the hollow kitchen.
"Hey, I'm sorry."
Draco dropped all the heavy utensils in his hands.
"But don't ever think I'll say that to you again."
And with that, Hermione Granger stomped off to work.
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Chicks dig it when guys wear white shirts. Just plain white shirts.
Draco flipped through the book and landed on the fashion guide to seducing a megaboss.
Be casual. Don't dress up or anything. Jeans and shirt. Leave the hair where it is. Girls have a tendency to go crazy for loose hair hanging in their eyes. It also gives the unclean but very fresh look and that's what bosses look for. Or, at least lady bosses.
Draco examined his white-blonde hair in the mirror. Frowning, he tossed away his gel and mussed up his hair- Harry Potter style.
If you want to wear a jacket, go for either a casual sweater kind or track jackets. Jean jackets or other kinds of jackets don't go too well with the whole apparel.
Draco had neither those kinds of jackets. Moaning, he threw the dumb book across the room and turned pink for the thought of having one of them for seducing when he was the obie-wan at it.
He took a deep breath in front of the fireplace. Finally, he threw Floo powder in side, stuck his hands in his jean pockets and cried out for the Ministry of Magic.
The halls were busy as usual. There were nonstop flutter of robes and endless chatter from those intellectual wizards and witches.
He knew the ministry of magic by the back of his hand. His father had always brought him there and took him to every part of the Magic ruling empire. He had big hopes for Draco and always brought him to the minister of magic.
Beginning to feel small qualms inside his stomach, he set out for the ministRESS of magic.
It had been all over the news that she was selected from all the candidates. It was a great surprise too. She was extremely young- the youngest yet and over 30 years younger than the previous. It had been only about 10 years or so after she had graduated from Hogwarts that she filled the spot for ministress of magic. She was very good at the job too, but caused many distractions and riots in the office from the males who worked in the office of hers.
And now, he was on his grave mission to seduce the living hell out of her. The most powerful witch, respectfully, in the wizarding world. He was going to seduce her.
This was the biggest and probably most difficult task too. But there was no other choice.
He had a good resume- graduated from Hogwarts with a satisfactory amount of NEWTS and OWLS. He had not gotten below an Excellent from any of his classes and he was prefect in his fifth year.
But that was not nearly enough to earn a job in the ministry from scratch.
So he was using his test known and best worked tactics. Seduction.
He was a pure genius and master at this art. HE was the one all guys looked at. HE was the one who stood on a pedestal in the home of a guy who had gotten his lovely girlfriend with the mighty help of Draco.
"Sir- may I help you?" Draco looked up. He was already at the office of the ministress. There he stood in front of yet another pretty secretary. He checked her fingers. Nice, delicate, fast working, and empty with no ring. Poor girl.
"Yes- I wanted to meet the ministress of magic, please?" Draco smiled charmingly.
"Oh! Sure! She's in there w- oh wait." She blushed. Just a simple smile had almost done it. "Do you have an appointment sir?"
"No. I was not certain I needed one"
"W-well she cannot see anyone without an appoi…" she cut off as Draco leaned forward on the desk.
"Did I ever tell you how excruciatingly beautiful your eyes are?" He grinned. Leaning back, he messed up his hair even more. "Well, then, I guess I better be off. This was my only chance to come meet her- and you of course m'lady- but I guess I was silly enough to not schedule an appointment." He nodded gently.
"Wait! Well, she's not very busy right now- just finishing up the last meeting with the head of the Mysteries department. Maybe I can sq-"
He was in the door.
The secretary bit her lips and glanced at the door.
She did nothing.
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"Hello." Draco said huskily to the two women talking.
"Mr. Malfoy! What a pleasure to have you here, yet I don't recall you scheduling an appointment…"
"Oh, Ministress Weasley, do I really need an appointment to just see you?" Draco cooed saccharinely to Penelope Weasley, Percy's ex-wife. Apparently, she kept her husband's last name. (A/N: apparently, Youngwriter forgot what her real last name was.) It was big news when the divorced and it nearly cost Penelope this job from all the media reports, but she was still the winning favorite for the common folks and had won by over 60 percent.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Hermione awestricken.
"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, you flatter me. But, I'm in the middle of a meeting here with Miss Granger. Would you be a dear and wait outside for just a minute?"
"I could, but I need to see your face. Don't worry. I know Miss Granger quite well. We live together."
Penelope's eyes grew wide. "Hermione, I never knew…"
"Oh no, it's not like that, nothing like it at all. Draco here is just fooling with you and me. He's my housekeeper and a semi-roommate I guess." Hermione glared hatefully at Draco.
"O-oh? Why, Draco, I never thought you with all your background will resort to that kind of living environment, being a housekeeper and all…"
"No… it was all out of my good will and not for money. I'm not even getting paid for it! But I have a very serious matter to discuss with you ministress."
Penelope's eyes grew wider by a fraction of a centimeter. Just barely, but enough for Draco to understand that she knew it was 'serious' business.
"Un, okay… Do… I'll mail you all the information and…yeah. Thanks for coming Hermione- take care. And don't be too picky on the interviews- we don't want to scare your soon to be secretaries now do you?"
Smiling grimly, Hermione slammed the door gently as possible.
Hermione stuck her head in. "Sorry- heh, you know I have a strong arm."
"So, Draco. What is it?"
"Penelope- I need a job."
The ministress of magic stared at the man in front of her.
"Are you serious? That's why you split me and Hermione up?'
"Well…"
"That's so pathetic! I can kick you out for this! Why did Hannah ever even LET you in?"
"No! Wait- Penelope, hear me out. I already know what job I want. I want to work as Hermione's secretary! I know that spot is open and well, I've…"
"Stop."
"Huh?"
"Do you fancy her?"
"NO! HELL NO- NO- HOW-HOW CAN YOU EVEN THINK THAT? ABSOLUTELY NOT…"
"Then, are you single?"
Draco turned to face Penelope. Was she…
Draco shook himself out. This was going to be easier than he thought.
He mussed up his hair. "Maybe."
"Oh, come on, Draco. Are you?" He swore he saw her flutter her eyelashes. This was too easy.
"I'm not if you're not."
"Then… who was the last girl?"
"Me?"
"Yeah."
He leaned in closer to her. "I've only ever thought about you." He whispered in her ear sexily. Her eyes came dimmer… and dimmer… this was WAY TOO easy. Maybe too easy for his taste…
"Yeah right. You are SO PATHETIC."
"Huh?'
"So you came here to seduce me to get this job, correct?" She stood up.
"No, I…"
"Don't lie to the ministress of magic, Draco. You should know that by now." She walked in front of her desk to face him directly. She was a few good centimeters shorter, but at that moment, she looked a meter taller.
"I'm-"
"Get out of my office. If you want a job, you go get a job and you go directly to Hermione." Boy, was Draco getting kicked out a lot these days.
"It's not like that- Penny…"
"Then what is it like? Huh? What are you trying to tell me?"
Draco walked into her. He lightly placed his lips on hers. There was no kiss. There was no tongue, no passionate exchange of saliva. It was a delicate meeting… as to put it, versus the carnal hunger for more and more that he was normally used to.
Draco Malfoy knew what kind of kiss to use in what kind of situation and this type was certainly the jackpot.
And then, the three most sinful and most beautiful words escaped from Draco's mouth, casually, easily, and with countless experience.
"I love you."
And then, there was the immensely sizzling, emotional kiss that followed. Draco leaned Penelope down and then laid her on her flat surface of her desk. He crawled on the desk and they lay there completely succumbed to what they were doing and it was as if all the lust that they had ever stored in themselves and all of their hearts poured out on the ministress' desk. Penelope, or Penny, in moments, couldn't even remember who this man was on top of her.
But she didn't care.
"Take me away prince."
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It was Tuesday night
The grand clock of the ministress of magic struck six.
The room was dark.
The room was also a great mess.
The desk had papers, files, and office material all staked on the corners of the desk as the middle area was completely clear. A man's white shirt lay on the floor right beside it. A woman's beige collar blouse sat right next to it. There was a trail of clothing that led up to a black leather sofa. Skirt, jeans, underwear, etc.
There was one person, a man, sitting on the couch. A woman sat on the other side of the room, on the window sill.
"Well, I have to admit."
"That was remarkable."
"Are you kidding? That was the best lay I've had in years!" the ministress told the man.
"Me too."
"But, Draco, you don't really love me, do you?"
"I don't know. It might have been an "In-the-moment" thing or it could have been there since the beginning…"
"Draco, I won't get mad. I don't love you."
"Me neither. But I still trust you as a very…"
"Very…"
"Very good friend."
"Yeah…"
"Well, tonight has been really relieving. I haven't had sex in months… even an year, maybe!" Draco sighed and fell back in to the leather cushion.
"Yeah. But please, please don't tell anyone about this. I can't afford a rumor starting in the media and newspaper about all this."
"I would really like to respect that, Penny, but you have got to understand that I really need something in return."
"I know."
"So…"
"So, I'll let you see Hermione. I'll get her into giving you that damn job. But…"
"Yes? Yes?"
"You still have to take the interview."
"WHAT? BUT SHE'S GOING TO KILL ME!"
"I'll come with you…"
"Only if you promise to take all the shots she attempts my way, sure. But she WILL kill me. She won't even allow it. She won't even speak of it. She HATES me."
"And you like her?"
"YES! NO! NONONONONONONO! I MEANT THAT I DON'T! ARGHH PENNY, I HATE IT WHEN YOU TRICK ME INTO SAYING CRAP LIKE THAT!"
"Well, I'm sorry… but you said it."
"Well, you tricked me into doing it!"
"Well, that's your fault, isn't it? How that yes was just ready to roll off your tongue when I asked you that…"
Draco scrunched up his face and crossed his arms around his bare chest.
"You're such a poo-poo head."
"I'm sorry about that. You're a pee-pee head."
"Nerd."
"Idiot."
"Know it all"
"Pathetic goofball"
"Sarcastic bitch!"
"Poor useless hobo"
"Slutty whore!"
"Ferret!"
That hit a nerve in Draco. "Mudblood!"
Penelope looked at him quite puzzled. "Er, Draco? I'm a half blood. You know that…"
"Huh? I mean… Er, egotistical brat."
Penelope grinned evilly. "Just can't stop thinking about Hermione, can you."
"I wasn't! I- I- we played the similar kind of game this morning, happy?"
"No."
"I SWEAR! ASK HER YOURSELF! SHE'S ALWAYS CALLED ME FERRET AND IT-"
"Whatever. Believe me, dear, I took psychology and I learned that if you do these one word insulting game, if you get them riled up enough, they will refer to the other person as the person in their minds. I have the book; I can show you if you want…"
"NO. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT. LET'S GO."
Draco stomped off the extravagance of the office and marched up to the door.
"Draco-"
Draco opened the door for a second before he shut it again immediately. "OH HOLY CRAP!"
"As I was saying, Draco, you're stark naked."
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"…and I graduated from Hogwarts as prefect and star Quidditch player and NEWTS in Charms, Potions, Herbology, and OWLS in Arithmacy and Transfiguration. And then, I went to America, because my mom is from there you know, and I got a job as a secretary for Mr. Rodney, business managing director of PERM, and I worked as an intern for the Donald Trump himself." The blond girl in front of Hermione continued reciting her endless resume. Seriously, she had started from winning a beauty pageant when she was three years old.
Hermione dozed off. She had not found one suitable secretary yet out of the thirty young women and two young and quite attractive men she had met that day.
This girl had a decent background and the experience to cut it, but for some 'strange' reason, she was a bore. A total bore. She had talked nonstop for about an hour now and somehow, Hermione had a feeling she had not even answered one question directly.
"Er, Miss Rendell? I asked you the main reason why you wanted this job. Not about your outstanding and brilliant past. The past is over. Get over yourself. This is now. WHY do you want this job now?" Hermione said coldly.
Sarah Rendell looked as if she was going to cry.
And then, Hermione got the clue.
She was a Slytherin.
She was a spoiled BRAT. Just like Malfoy. She was a female clone of him.
"Okay, never mind. Thank you, Miss Rendell for the interview and your rather extensive past description. Have a good day."
Shaking, the girl left the room. She swung opened the door and sulked out as a fellow blonde man walked toward her.
"Hey, Sarah! What a surprise to see YOU here!"
Sarah looked up with red eyes.
"You're applying for this job?
"Well, that's why I'm here."
Sarah looked him up and down. She started bawling as she ran away.
Shrugging, Draco knocked on the heavy door.
"Another one? Gosh, do you people really want this job?" A voice cried from the room.
"Not with that kind of attitude, Miss Granger." He shot back through the wood.
There was a shuffle of footsteps. Suddenly, the door flew open at his face and in front of him stood Hermione.
He could have laughed. Her shirt was wrinkled, hair fuzzed up all over the place, bags under her eyes and her shoes were nowhere on her.
"What the hell are you doing in here?"
"Why, I'm here for my interview, ma'am."
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Whew! This chapter is over! I mean, is it really over or is it really over? I'm so glad I finished this chapter for y'all before spring break was over.
So please please please please review and tell me what I'm doing right, wrong, what to fix, etc, you know the drill.
I really hope you enjoyed it. I know it probably wouldn't have been the best chapter so far, but it is a chapter and just live with my mercurial writing please.
Should I make this an 'R' rated story? Or- should I say 'M' rated story?
It's accumulating on the cussing and sexual tensions and etc.
I don't know. YOU can tell me when you review! Haha.
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