It had been going on for months. Hermione had actually started dreaming of him now, and each time the dreams got more and more detailed. It was becoming quite difficult to face him in the office each day, and she was beginning to wonder how skilled he was at legilimency, as he seemed to have a knowing look on his face more often than not.
Lucius was not skilled at legilimency. He didn't need to be, he could tell what Hermione was thinking by the way she blushed slightly sometimes when he spoke to her, or the way that she bit on her bottom lip if he got a bit close. If he was honest, he was having fun pushing her to her limits. It was so unusual to see the perfect Hermione Granger outside of her comfort zone. He wondered how much experience she had with men. There was always some disgusting young male in the office, making excuses to talk to her and then casually suggesting that they meet for a drink, but she always rebutted them (in the politest way possible, of course, for this was Granger). He knew that she had had something of a relationship with the Weasley boy, but Draco had told him that it had fizzled out. So, he concluded, it was no wonder that his casual flirting had got her a little hot under the collar.
Lucius had long since decided that he was going to seduce Hermione. He had been a single man since Narcissa had walked out, and Granger provided something of a challenge, albeit one that he could most definitely overcome. An innocent (virginal, unless he was very much mistaken), beautiful young woman was just what he needed right now.
It had been a long week at work for everyone, with some particularly big cases demanding attention. Lucius rubbed the back of his neck and looked over at Hermione's desk.
"Time to leave Granger, it's the weekend." He had decided to start the ball rolling with regards to his plan this weekend, but was treading carefully to get the lie of the land.
"You're right, Lucius, it is. At least it will be when I've finished going through this report." Hermione was never one to leave the office on time, always staying behind to get 'just this last thing done.'
"Oh no, not today. We've been here late every day this week, and it's Friday, so you're leaving. Now. And you are coming for a drink with me to celebrate the end of a nasty week."
"A drink?" Hermione blushed, and then cursed herself for it. Damned cheeks, giving her away! "Well, it's very kind of you, but I really must stay and finish…" Lucius cut her off.
"Do I look like the sort of man who brooks an argument, Granger? I don't. Get your things together now, and follow me." Lucius swept out of the office.
Hermione found herself doing exactly what he had said, and was shocked at herself. Wasn't she a modern woman who could stand up to a man and not let him order her around? Normally she was, but right now her brain didn't seem to be working properly.
A/N - Sorry if you are finding the chapters too short. I don't want to pack too much in at once, although I hope to be updating them fairly regularly. I would love to hear what you think of this short story!