Chapter 3

~Draco~

What the hell? He had asked for a cute secretary not a damn mudblood model. And what was she wearing? Her dress hugged her every curve and he followed her legs down to a pair of fuck-me curves.

"Granger," he nodded curtly at her, "I suppose you've been filled in on your duties which would explain your absence. I expect perfection and tardiness is inexcusable."

She looked as if she was about to snap back at him but instead answered with a simple, "I was in the bathroom."

"Your shift started ten minutes ago. You can relieve yourself during your lunch break."

"So what are my duties then?" She had dug a yellow notepad and a quill out of her bag, poised to write every word that came out of his mouth. She hasn't changed a bit. Besides becoming gorgeous of course.

"Excuse me?"

"My duties. That you mentioned earlier."

"Well for one you are to arrive on time," he smirked sitting down in a high backed office chair, "You are to arrive each morning with a cup of black coffee and a blueberry muffin for me. On Wednesdays you have to pick up my dry cleaning and take it back to my mansion. The house elves will take it from there. Before you leave to take your lunch break, you must fetch me my own lunch. I have a very sensitive digestive track and Pritchard will provide you a list of things that I cannot eat. Each morning a flood of invoices will arrive and you will arrange them and color code them according to importance. You will run any errands that I will ask of you and you will do it graciously because you are representing me and my department. I will not remind you again that I expect perfection."

He watched her with slight amusement as the bit back fighting words. He might actually enjoy be able to enjoy this.

"Mr. Malfoy," she nodded before promenading out of his office, off to fetch him his morning coffee.

"Damn," whistled Pritchard in approval, "I sure know how to pick 'em, don't I boss?"

~Hermione~

After she got off work, Hermione apparated to St. Mungo's to check up on Ron. Hanna waved at her from her desk, her heart shaped face beaming when catching Hermione's eye. Ron looked less damaged as before, the bruises had faded to a faint green and he looked as if he could pass off as sleeping.

"He's vial," Hermione huffed, scooting her chair closer to him before beginning to stroke his hair, "Malfoy. He hasn't changed a bit. Scratch that. He's worse. He didn't hire me to be his secretary; he wants me to be his bloody maid. His assistant printed me off a 10 page long list of things he can't eat. I'm presented with a list of errands each morning while he sits lazily in his office and occasionally writes a letter or attends a meeting. You should have seen the way he eyed me when I walked into his office, I wanted to vomit right then and there. I didn't tell him that I was happily engaged and pregnant because it's not any of his damn business," Hermione paused reaching for Ron's hand and squeezing it, "You're going to be ok babe. The baby's not showing yet. It'll be a few more weeks before I develop a bump. I feel really sick in the mornings though and I have a constant craving for pecan ice cream. I have this tiny overpriced apartment a few blocks away from the Ministry. Maybe if the weather's ok I'll walk there, it would be good for the both of us," Hermione felt herself put a protective hand over her stomach.

Hanna showed up reminding her that visiting hours were ending soon. Hermione leaned into Ron and whispered, "I'll wait for you. I promise." She loved him and he loved her. So she would wait.

"Granger! What is this?" Draco waved dramatically at the muffin she had set in front of me earlier that morning.

"Well sir, the last time I checked it was a blueberry muffin. Unless of course the boy at the coffee shop lied," Hermione was tired. She was up late last night trying to balance her funds. Another bill from St. Mungo's had arrived along with another statement from her last visit to the clinic. Even unborn babies were expensive. Her job as Draco Malfoy's office maid certainly did not pay enough.

"I don't believe I'm hearing this right Granger, but did you actually use a hostile tone with me?"

Calm down Hermione Jean.

"No, of course not," she smiled sweetly, lifting files from his desk to redistribute to her own so she could go through them, "Wouldn't dream of it." Think of Ron.

Sometimes Malfoy reminded her of a small child. He was prone to pouting and throwing fits when he didn't get his way. He over exaggerated everything and treated everyone like scum.

"Boss? Your girlfriend is here to see you," Graham poked his head through the door before turning to wink at Hermione, "Looking good Granger." Of course she did in a light pink flowing dress and brown cowboy boots. She heard Draco groan at the prospect of seeing his so-called-girlfriend before gesturing to have her brought in. She's probably a model, Hermione mused, slapping a purple post-it note on an invoice from the minister of Ireland. Instead, the pug faced Pansy Parkinson pranced in with a Burkin on her arm and a Jimmy Choo dress.

"Dracooo!" She shrieked, scampering over to fall into his lap. She covered his face in cherry red kisses while violently tugging at his silvery blonde hair.

"I'm so sorry for being angry with you," she whimpered into his neck, "I've missed you so much. So where to tonight? Your place or mine?" Hermione turned away revolted and not wanting to hear his answer. Why should she care about Malfoy and his various sluts anyway?

~Draco~

Pansy Parkinson showing up at his office was about as inevitable as the plague. Or taxes. She came in wearing an expensive dress that he had probably bought her a long time ago. The only thing that he missed about her was the easy access to sex whenever he wanted it. Then there was Granger. She had come into work in yet another simple yet cute dress and had set off to work. His muffin had be less than satisfactory and he could have counted the blueberries in it with one hand. It wasn't really Granger's fault, but she should have known better. All thoughts of Granger were pushed out of his head when his face and neck began to be lavished in wet kisses. She asked him something, but he couldn't really focus because he was looking over at Granger who looked as if she was trying to keep her breakfast down.

"Draco!" Pansy snapped, grabbing his chin and forcing him to lock eyes with him, "Yours or mine?"

"Mine. It has the bigger bed," his response seemed to please her as she kissed him fiercely on the lips, "I'll stop by after work."

"Granger, show Miss Parkinson out the door," he ordered slumping back into his chair. He watched her fight to roll her eyes as she grimaced at Pansy and began to walk out with her.

Pansy turned around abruptly and mouthed, "Hermione Granger?" Draco only nodded with amusement as she realized that their favorite bushy haired girl to torment had become photo worthy. She eyed her up like a piece of meat, like she was actually competition.

Don't worry Pansy, she's nothing to me. At least not yet. Draco was still determined to sleep with her, despite everything. She had the body of a firecracker and Pansy's couldn't even hold a candle to it. Each day has Granger showed up at his office with a warm coffee mug and a muffin Draco became more and more curious of what was under the layers of clothing. After they were done he would dispose of her, just like another one of his broken and dejected dolls. For now though all he could think about was having her. His instincts were so primal, so animalistic. The familiar clicking of her high heeled boots signaled that she had returned. Draco reached for his coffee, determined to meet her at the open door. He watched as she marched out of pure irritation down the wide hallway.

"Hey Granger, come here a sec," Pritchard motioned to her from his desk just outside of Draco's office."

"Graham," she approached him at her steady pace before placing herself on top of his desk. Draco suddenly remembered Pansy doing the same thing to him just days before, yet this was so different. Granger looked so comfortable on top of his desk; there truly was no sex-drive in that one.

"So I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out for dinner after work?" He placed his hand on her thigh. Draco swelled with a strange happiness when he watched her brush it off. He was only 19 for Pete's sake. He could go fuck Lyeaka for all he cared. At least she was his age and not 4 years his senior.

"I'm flattered Graham," Granger slid off his desk, "I just can't."

"If it's because I'm young that doesn't matter at all," he began to protest, standing up, "I'm great in bed." That arrogant git. Draco was tempted to fire him just for saying that.

"I'm sure you are," Granger reasoned gently, "That's not it though, I'm engaged."

With a crash Draco's mug hit the floor. The stakes had just been raised and he'd be damned if he didn't get her.

AN: Hey guys thank you so much for your reviews and support! So Draco's started to become interested in Hermione which is super exciting. I know this chapter was short but I promise to update soon because I have the next few chapters planned out and I am super excited.

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