My time is only worth what?

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. That all belongs to J.K. Rowling.

'Yes?' as a bag of coins dropped beside her.

'I would like to hire you.' The man stated.

'You have a whole building full of staff members, why would need me to research something for you?' not lifting her head from the book she was trying to read, lifting the bag with her free hand. 'And my time is worth more than...' as she mentally weighed the bag, 'Fifty galleons.'

'I don't need you to research I want you in my bed.' he grumbled.

'You what?!' as she looked up at the man.

'I want to bed you!' he growled.

'So my mudblood twat is only worth 50 galleons, seriously?' she yelled, 'That's not even worth me to open your zipper and suck you dry.' He groaned at the thought of her sucking him off, as she collected her books to leave.

'Please Miss. Granger, I will up my offer.'

'No, I will not stoop that low, I am not a prostitute, Mr. Malfoy. You have dozen of women groveling at your feet and you want me…' as she got up to leave.

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Hermione was sitting at a table in front of Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour enjoying the spring day and reading a book, as another bag of coins landed next to her.

'I've told you no, so go get stuffed elsewhere.'

'There is more in the bag this time.'

'Yea, I heard it land and it's still no. I will not be your personal whore, Malfoy.'

'Please, Miss. Granger reconsider it, I could make you very happy and wealthy.'

'Oh, will I get my own apartment? An unlimited bank card? And all of the sex I want for the rest of my life?' she heard him groan at the last part.

'Yes, to all of it if that is what you want or you can just move into the manor and be a well-kept woman.' he moaned at the thought of her living in the manor.

'So you want a long term relationship?' looking up at him getting a nod, 'And what would Mrs. Malfoy say to that?'

'That won't matter as she is dead.'

'Oh so this mudblood twat is good enough to fuck but not marry? Like I said Malfoy no, piss off.' as she put a notice-me-not charm up, so it now looked like Malfoy was talking to a table.

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'Miss. Granger what will it take to get you in my bed?' he huffed as he sat across from her in the ministry library. 'I can't sleep for thinking about you, I can't eat, my work has suffered…'

'Well, I really don't know. Maybe a healer might be able to help. I really don't know why you would be obsessed with this plain, no real talent mudblood. My twat is the same as all of those other witches that follow you around.'

'Yes, I know I might have said no real talent but I think I was just mad that you, a muggle born was better than my own son in school. But I have watched you grow to a beautiful, caring witch. You are intelligent, strong and very independent and all of those traits turn me on.' he growled.

'Oh it's muggle born now! I use to be mudblood! Aw has the big bad death eater gotten soft? You disgust me.' she snarled back at him.

'That was my upbringing, I now realize my mistakes, please forgive me.'

'No, do you know how much that hurt to hear Draco say that every time he saw me in school? I didn't ask for this, it was given to me and every day I had to hear that I wasn't welcome by your lot.'

'I'm sorry, I now know the damage done and I would like to show you my remorse, Please, let me show you.'

'Do you know, if you had just sat down that first time and apologized, and just held a normal conversation, bought my tea and scone, we might have traveled a different path?' as she looked into his eyes. 'if you had acted like a normal human being. Talked about the weather, the latest book you had read, maybe even allowed me to borrow your favorite book. Invited me to dinner and let me take you over to the muggle side for dinner and a movie, we might have just become friends. You are very handsome man and yes I can see myself with an older man, no games, intellectually equal, but instead you offer me money to bed this mudblood twat. I would have thought your pureblood upbringing would have raised you better, but I was wrong. So take this little lesson when you leave, If you want a one night stand then find a whore if you want a mistress of find some money hungry dumb bint and if you want love ask nicely. And as you started this whole thing as a monetary offer I will not be your whore or your mistress.' as she got up, 'And I would suggest you give up and leave me alone, I will speak to Harry in the auror department and he will not appreciate you bothering me. Good day Malfoy' he slumped in his seat.