5 years after the battle of Hogwarts and the public death of Harry potter
"So you, Hermione Granger, want to work for me?"
Hermione was nervously fidgeting in the chair where she sat in Draco Malfoy's luxurious office at Malfoy Holdings. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, reminding herself of her desperate need to swallow whatever was left of her pride these days. She didn't have much hope, not from her lifelong tormentor, but the new wizarding world didn't leave her many options.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, I want to work for you. You must be aware of my circumstances. Nobody wants to hire m-mudbloods. Especially not the most infamous mudblood of them all. Any jobs that might be available for me require public humiliation that I'm not willing to endure. So here I am."
There was a long silence that followed. Hermione kept her eyes trained of the desk in front of her while she could feel Draco's eyes on her face. She was putting all her effort into not falling apart. After what felt like hours, Hermione found the courage to look at him. There eyes met only for a brief second before he spoke.
"I am looking for a secretary. I know you're overqualified, brightest witch of her age and all, but I can't really offer you anything beyond that since, well, as you said, you are the most infamous mudblood out there."
Hermione looked at him in disbelief. She was honestly expecting him to mock her and send her away or do something worse. She wasn't sure what cruel game he was planning but she was really desperate for the job. She needed money to provide for the people waiting for her back home.
"I'll take it. I'll take whatever, I really really need a job… Mr. Mafoy," she said confidently.
"As long as it doesn't include public humiliation?"
"Well, yes. That is my preference indeed."
"What about some private humiliation?"
Hermione glared at him. She knew something like this was coming. He wouldn't really offer her an honest normal job. That would be too nice for Draco Malfoy. Also, his calm, smooth voice was really started to annoy her at this point.
Draco laughed lightly at her angry glare and looked right into her eyes as he spoke, "You have two things to offer me here Granger. And I will accept either both, or neither."
"What do you mean?"
"Well you have your brain, which I am certainly very interested in, and then your body, which I also happen to be very interested in. So as I said, I want both, or neither."
"My body?"
"Yes"
"But I'm a m-mudblood."
"I'm aware. If I remember correctly, I taught you that word, didn't I?"
"And you want to… what? Have sex with me?"
"To put it in simple terms, yes."
"You have a wife."
"Oh yes, I do don't I? Well, this will obviously be a discreet arrangement."
"So you want me to be your mistress?"
"My mistress and my secretary, both. I'll be your full-time job Granger. Think you can handle it?"
Hermione stood up and kept on glaring at him. She was well pissed-off at this point. Obviously, what else was she expecting from him.
She took a deep breath and responded in a surprisingly calm voice, "You are just as despicable as you always were. It was clearly a mistake coming in here today. I will let you touch me when hell freezes over."
"As you wish. If you change your mind, you know where to find me."
With a last look of disgust and anger, she stormed of.
2 months later
Hermione was in that damned chair again. Not a word had been spoken ever since she came in and took her seat. She looked worse; Draco observed. She was gaunt, skinnier that he had ever seen her. She was wearing the same outfit as last time, a set of simple black robes, but they looked more worn out this time. Her eyes were cast downwards, and Draco wasn't sure how felt about the fact that those eyes held no fire anymore. Last time she came in, she was desperate, this time, she was defeated. He knew he had her now, and it was hard to keep the smugness off his face.
"How can I help you Granger?"
There was only a small pause before she spoke, "I'll do it."
"Do what?"
"I'll be your secretary… and your mistress."
Her voice was so small and defeated he felt a little bad for her. So, he decided not to play with his food anymore. It was time to take a bite.
"I will state my terms. These terms are not flexible. And I will need you to accept all of them. You will be my secretary, which involves the usual stuff. You will take care of my schedule, makes notes when I need, bring me coffee, get me lunch, cater to all my needs here in the office. I have a temporary secretary right now who will brief you on the job. As I told you before, I do believe you are overqualified for it so I have no doubt you'll be able to handle it."
Hermione was looking at him now, she was mustering up all the professionalism that she could, sitting up straight. But he didn't miss her nervous fidgeting and swallowing. She nodded at him to continue.
"Now the second part, your body, which will be mine. I don't want you to be too nervous, I'm not necessarily a violent man. Any pain I give you will come along with pleasure. I have no intentions of abusing you. I want you willing & responsive. I want you to participate and enjoy our time together. Do you think that is something you can do?"
She looked into his eyes for a moment, clearly confused by his words, before nodding.
"Alright. That being said, you will not be allowed to deny me. You will be at my beck and call whenever and however I want it. Your delectable little body will belong to me Granger. You'll be mine to fuck, mine to punish, mine to pleasure. All mine. Any objections thus far?"
She glanced at the silver bracelet on her wrist. The one that indicated her position is the new wizarding world as a mudblood. The one that does not allow her to do any more magic than basic survival spells, the one she could never take off, the one that will not allow her to protect herself from any harm anyways. It's not like she could stop him, so it made best sense to just give in to any demands.
She shook her head as a reply. She was prepared for this. She knew what she was going to agree to when she walked into this office.
"Speak up Granger"
"No"
"No what?"
"No objections, Mr. Malfoy"
"Good. I have a spare apartment, a little outside Diagon Alley. You will live there."
At this Hermione spoke up, "What? Why? I don't need a place to live."
"Granger, as I said, these terms are not flexible. You will live in my apartment where you will be serviced by my house-elf and you will only wear the clothes that I provide you."
"I don't need all that from you Malfoy. This is ridiculous."
Draco shot her an annoyed look. "This is not about your needs, it's about mine. There is a difference between a knockturn alley prostitute and rich man's mistress. You will be the latter. I will not come fuck you in your little hovel at the M quarters. I need you in my apartment for my convenience. I also need you the wear the clothes that I would like to see on you. Your body will be groomed and primed and decorated in luxuries for my pleasure. And this is all non-negotiable. Also, while you're in this office you will address me with respect, I'm not your classmate here, I'm your boss."
Hermione looked angry for a second before she went back to her defeated look. "Okay, Mr. Malfoy. Anything else?"
Draco smirked. "No that's the basic terms I have for you. As for your compensation, you'd be happy to know that I will pay you four times the salary of a secretary. That should be enough to keep your stray muggle-born family at the M-quarters happy and well fed."
Her eyes widened at this. "How do you know about them?"
"Background check, Granger. You must know it is not very hard information to find. You live with some poor mudbloods who aren't capable of feeding themselves. That is why you're agreeing to all this isn't it? Obviously, if it was just about you, you would have given up long ago. So tell me, how many people are dependent on you?"
Hermione sighed and looked away. "Five. Two old women and a single mother with her two children. None of them can work."
"Hmm. Okay. From what I understand, you are aware of 12 Grimmauld place, are you not?"
Hermione replied warily, "Yes?"
"It mine, and it's empty. You can move your little family there. Kreacher will help take care of them."
"Why? Why would you do that?"
"Well you obviously care about them and I don't want you to have any reasons to visit the M-quarters. That place is disgusting."
Hermione frowned. The M-quarter was disgusting. That's where the mudbloods lived. After they were stripped of all their properties and possession, they were assigned quarters in that colony. It is filled with poverty, filth, sickness and crime. It would be great if she could keep them away from there. "They will be safe there?"
"Ofcourse."
"Okay. I don't understand why this is necessary but if these are you inflexible terms, I accept them."
"Perfect." Draco started writing a memo as he spoke next, "I'm sending for you contract, it will be signed today. I will send Kreacher to your quarter on Saturday, he will take your dependants to their new home, you can help them get settled in," he sent off the memo he wrote and continued speaking, "Pack up your things by Sunday, my house elf will bring you to the apartment. Don't bother bringing any clothes, I will have new ones for you by them. Oh and that reminds me, you will go to this address I'm writing down for you, it's a boutique. You will give them my name and they'll take your measurements, maybe make you try on a few things. I will fire call them once you leave. Now, this is the first task I'm giving you Granger, I need you to be a good girl and do as you're told there, don't cause any trouble. Can you manage that?"
He gave her the address and looked at her expectantly. "Yes, Mr. Malfoy", came Hermione's stiff response.
He flashed his trademark smirk as there was a knock on the door. Draco bade them to enter.
A well-dressed blonde walked in and handed Draco the contracts he asked for.
"Ah, good. The contract is here. Claire, I'd like you to meet Hermione Granger. She will be starting as my secretary this Monday so I need you to spend the day briefing her. You can return to your old post after that."
The blonde in this question was now gaping at Hermione, having clearly recognised her.
Draco sighed as he noticed her reaction. "Yes, this is the infamous muggle-born Hermione Granger of the Golden trio. Yes, I have given her a job. She is going to be my secretary, which means she is under my protection, which means that if anyone in this office mistreats her, they answer to me. I hope you can pass this along to the rest of the staff Claire?"
Claire's gaping mouth clicked shut and she sputtered a bit before answering, "Yes Mr. Malfoy, of course."
"Good. You're dismissed."
She gave Hermione another curious glance before walking out.
Draco turned to look at Hermione, "Alright, I think we are all done for now. Do have any questions for me?"
Hermione, who was still bewildered from his previous statement to Claire, looked at him for a few moments before speaking, "Why are you doing all this?"
"Because I can."
"Why do you even want me?"
"I just do."
"Why would you care if anyone else mistreats me?"
"Because you're mine to mistreat. Nobody else's."
Hermione nodded, her face still scrunched up in confusion.
"Oh and one last thing Granger. I don't share. No other man touches you."
Granger nodded, "I assumed as much."
Draco smiled, "This will be fun Granger."
"Yeah, can't wait."
Draco's smile widened at her sarcastic words, "By all means, keep up the sass Granger. I rather enjoy it."
3 weeks later
Hermione sat on the luxurious dining table in her luxurious apartment eating a luxurious breakfast made by her personal house-elf. After 3 weeks she was starting to look at these things as hers. She was dressed in her silk nightgown, looking out the floor to ceiling windows and thinking about her new life. The apartment was surprisingly modern, and obviously beautiful. There was a terrace with sunset views and the most extravagant furniture she had ever seen. From her king-size bed with silk sheets, to her gigantic bath tub, to the plush couches, it was all too much.
She was not used to these luxuries. After the battle of Hogwarts, Hermione spent a year in Azkaban, Hermione was released to the M-quarters, with the bracelet that bound her from doing any useful magic and from ever leaving the wizarding world. The next 4 years were a constant struggle of fighting hunger, poverty and sickness. Slowly the stigma died down a little and muggle-borns were able to get small, low level jobs. But Hermione was too well-known for that concession, she was the mudblood of all mudbloods after all. Which is how she ended up as Draco Malfoy's secretary cum mistress. However, after 3 weeks she was yet to be touched by Draco. He only came to the apartment the day she moved in and not once ever since.
She only spent a week working with him before he left for America for 2 weeks. He gave her strict instructions to improve her diet and gain weight. He sent her to a salon to get her body groomed. She was to use luxurious skin products every day. All of this, so she can finally look healthy enough for him to fuck. She wanted to be offended at that, but she was well aware of her ashy, pale skin and malnourished body. The last 3 weeks had done a great deal of difference to her, she was much healthier and had a wonderful glow on her skin. Her hair was better than it had ever been, all silky curls and volume. That, combined with her ridiculously opulent wardrobe made her look exactly what Draco had intended, a rich man's mistress.
Today, she would see Draco for the first time in 2 weeks. She wondered if her mistress duties will start today.
She was in Draco's office, setting up papers on his desk that he needed to review. She was anxious to see him, nervous about what he will do to her. She wondered if part of the reason he was making her wait was to torture her with anticipation. She was lost in thought when she heard the door open and turned around to see Draco walk in. He was reading a parchment in his hand as he walked towards her. He finally looked up when he was a few feet away and stopped dead is his tracks. His body froze as his eyes took her in, roaming all over her body. She was wearing a black dress that clung to her newly found curves and stopped below her thighs. She had black kitten heels and her curls were set loose. She had light makeup on, but the flush on her face was natural. She was uncomfortably fidgeting under his unabashed scrutiny.
After what was actually 30 seconds, but felt like hours, Draco dropped the parchment from his hand, crossed the room with quick strides until he was upon her, his body lightly touching hers. She looked away, unable to bear at the intense lust in his eyes. His hand went around her waist as he pulled her to his body. His other hand went into her hair and he angled her face towards him so she had to look into his eyes.
There eyes met for a few moments and then he crashed his lips upon her.
Hermione had spent 3 weeks wondering what Draco would feel like. If he would be rough with her. If he would be aggressive. She had wondered how much she will have to suffer through. She wondered if she'd be able to be responsive. She wondered how much she could pretend to enjoy his advances. She wondered how she would find it in herself to kiss him back.
All her assumptions and questions and preparation were shattered with that one kiss. Draco Malfoy may be an evil git, but boy he knew how to kiss. It took her only a few seconds to melt into his body and kiss him back. Well, that's what she was supposed to do right? So she did it. She held onto his shoulders and opened her mouth and allowed him to ravish her with his tongue. He kissed like he had done it a million times before, like he was a professional kisser, like he knew exactly what to do. Every lick, every tug, every nip, was perfectly performed. He moved to kiss her along her jaw and down her neck, his hand roaming over spine and hips. He found a sensitive spot on her neck that made her moan lightly, which broke his trance as he dropped his arms and backed away.
They looked at each other dazed and both breathing heavily. After a moment of getting himself together, Draco flashed her a smile and raised a hand to put a stray curl behind here ear and continued to brush her cheekbone with his thumb. When he spoke, his voice came low and husky, "Tonight Granger, I'll come over tonight."
She nodded as he let her go and walked past her to sit at his desk. She took a few breaths before turning around. She decided to ignore his eyes on herself and started talking in the most professional voice that she could muster up, "I have your schedule here for you, you are obviously very busy this week. I haven't put in anything until after lunch so you can catch up on your correspondence and read up on the project developments you missed. You have lunch with your father today, and the Gringotts meeting right after…" she carried on pointing at different papers and over-explaining her organisational system and kept ignoring the way his eyes were set on her with an amused expression on his face. When she was finished, she stood there waiting for him to say something. When he didn't she broke the silence again, "Would you like some coffee?"
Draco smiled, "No, but I'd like your knickers."
Hermione's eyes widened at that and she took a moment to reply, "Excuse me?"
"Your knickers Granger. Take them off and hand them over."
When she didn't move or respond, he gave her a stern look and spoke, this time without the amusement in his voice, "I don't like to repeat myself."
Hermione swallowed. Now it begins, the moment she had been dreading for 3 weeks. She cast her eyes downwards and put her hands under her dress and took off her knicker while preserving as much modesty as she could. She could feel his eyes on her the whole time, her cheeks were flushed red. Her knickers were black and lacy, one of the more modest pieces in her wardrobe.
Draco held out his hands and she reluctantly handed the knickers, all the while glaring at the floor in embarrassment. He seemed to be examining them for a moment before he put them away in a drawer next to him. "Look at me," his tone a little softer.
She dragged her eyes to him. She was so embarrassed, she wanted to cry, but she held on.
"I will fuck you tonight Granger. And I want you to think about that all day. I think walking around without knickers on will do the trick." He said with a cold smile.
When she did not respond he sat up and turned to his desk. "I think you did a great job keeping things together while I was away. I will go through these now. Set up a lunch for me tomorrow with Blaise Zabini. Oh, and, can you send in Smith after 30 minutes, I need his updates in person."
"Sure," Hermione's voice came out timid and she hated herself for it. She cleared her throat. "Anything else, Mr. Malfoy?"
"No. You can go." He kept his eyes on the parchment in front of him.
Hermione all but stormed out.