A/n: New edited version of week two! Thanks to my beta, Tessa Cresswell for spending the time to edit this! Edited as of 10/11/2012.

It was 3 o'clock later that day when the landline rang again. Draco, who had been drinking a bottle of whiskey and watching some romantic sex show, hit mute as he answered the line.

"Yes?"

"Is Hermione there?"

It was the same voice from the previous phone call, Draco was sure of it. "And who the fuck is this?"

"None of your concern, now put her on."

Draco let out a laugh. Whoever this was seemed to be trying to be menacing, but was getting nowhere with this pathetic attempt. Laced behind the cold harsh voice appeared a note of worry. "I don't think so."

"You don't control her fucking phone calls so put her on!"

"Perhaps I don't, but I do control this phone call...and by the looks of things you're not going to be talking with her anytime soon mate."

"Give her the phone!"

"Ah, well, who is this first?"

"Nobody."

"Well then you don't need to speak to her," Draco said, going to set the phone down before he heard the voice on the other end speaking hurriedly. "What was that now?"

"This is her husband dipshit, now put her on."

Draco thought back. "I don't recall her ever wearing a ring."

"She's not wearing my ring? The fucking cunt-"

"I'll stop you there now. Look, she obviously doesn't want your pathetic ass, so I suggest you start leaving her alone, before I start making plans for you."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"I guess you'll have to see." He set the receiver down with a firm click, picking up his whiskey and taking a long drink.

Hermione returned at 5:45 that night, her hair in one braid that was coming out, her face looking to have aged ten years. Draco had a firm grip on her arm as soon as she got past the entranceway.

"Malfoy," Hermione said tiredly, "I don't have the energy to bitch with you right now, so please leave me alone."

"Oh no Granger," he said, directing her towards the couch. "We need to have a talk of sorts."

"Not tonight," she said, twisting from his grasp and heading towards her room.

He followed closely on her heels, and when she turned to close her door in his face he put one leg into her room and pushed the door back, hitting the wall as he pushed. She raised a eyebrow as she set down her bag on her bed, crossing her slim legs one over the other and frowned as he spoke: "I think tonight is a great time."

"Why's that?" She was chewing on the tip of her finger, perhaps out of nervousness, maybe habit, but either way it had Draco's mind spinning in the wrong direction.

"Well, when angry husbands call my landline I feel it's time to question my roommate...so start talking Granger."

Her frown deepened and she removed her fingertip from the edge of her mouth. "That's absurd Malfoy, you've been drinking too much."

"Have I Granger? Or is some hidden secret of yours beginning to real its head?"

"Its none of your business."

"Yes it is, as I've said before. The problems you bring back to the apartment become mine." She was undoing her braid and had pulled off her t-shirt to reveal the red tank top beneath, much to his disappointment.

"If you ignore them then I don't see them being your problem."

He walked closer to her so he could caress her shoulder. "I think you do have a problem Granger..."

She raised an eyebrow, suddenly noticing the obvious size difference and the fact that he had some unusual gleam in his eye. And by then, she could also feel the subtle change in herself as well. "Why exactly do you insist to touch me?"

He smirked. "What? Did your husband's touch never make you feel anything?"

Now it was getting personal. He sat on the bed. "Disturbed you mean?"

"Maybe...but not in a bad way." He winked.

"Malfoy!" She smacked him in the head with her pillow. "We went over this! No hitting on me you perve!"

He was laughing, noticing that despite her wand only being on her side table, she had resorted to a fluffy menace instead. He noted that silently in his mind. "Please Granger, I would never hit on you. Married women are too much of a hassel in close quarters. No, I'll leave you to your unsatisfying marriage."

"I'm not married!"

"Are you sure!" She didn't reply.

Still chuckling, he stood and headed to her door before he bothered to glance back. "But remember Granger, if that marriage ever falls through, you always have these broad shoulders to rest on." He gestured to himself and saw with amusement how her face wrinkled up.

"Thank you my dear Malfoy, but I think I'll just reside in the comfort of my bed."

"And maybe sometime I will join." He quickly leapt through the door laughing, as a plastic cup whizzed past his head into the wall. Again he noted the refusal in her to use magic.

Tuesday morning Draco found Hermione lounged out on the couch in her shorts and tank top, which had slid down to reveal quite a lot of her breasts, asleep with the television on. He smiled inwardly at the fabulous opportunity but ignored the throbbing of his manhood as he wandered past the couch. Through the thin white tank top he could see her nipples and he smiled again.

Returning to the couch with a glass of water in hand, he promptly poured the water over her face and chest, soaking the white tank top and leaving little to the imagination.

"Ah! Malfoy!" She quickly rolled into the couch, hiding the front of her body as she snatched the blanket from on the back. "You ass!"

He was laughing as he sat in the chair next to the couch, happy she was turned away so his noticeable bulge wasn't commented on (only because he knew the comment wasn't going to lead anywhere like he would hope). "Good morning Granger."

"Ugh! You can't just leave me to sleep?"

"Why, no. Where's the fun in that?"

"Ugh! Just wait until I get my hands on you-"

"I have been."

"You pervert." She wrapped the warm throw tightly around her upper body and shivered. "Well now that you've had your fun I'm going off to the shower."

"Or you can just let me drench you again."

She frowned. "I think not." She stood and turned briskly away towards her room as he continued to quietly chuckle and examine the television.

It wasn't until almost ten that night when Draco saw Hermione again. He had disappeared early in the afternoon with some girl to his room, and she had gone out to talk to a friend. She returned home stumbling into the door.

Draco laughed. "Tipsy are we Granger?"

She shook her head before clutching it. "I shouldn't be."

"You do realize that happens when you drink right?"

"Yes yes Malfoy I know." She was stumbling past him, and he noticed the paleness in her face.

"Where did you go to?"

"I had a meeting."

"Looks like you're sick. Was the guy that ugly?"

"Not that kind of meeting."

"So it was a girl?"

She clutched her stomach and leaned against the wall. "Not now Malfoy."

He stood up and strode over to her, his chest naked. Her color was defiantly too light and her eyes looked hazy. "Are you alright? You seem rather strange lately...not the Granger that pissed me off throughout school."

"I'm fine Malfoy, leave it at that."

"Ah but you aren't. That Granger certainly wouldn't keep returning home in such poor condition. You're either beaten or sick, or look like you've been through another war. It doesn't seem like you. So what's going on?"

"I'm fine-"

He placed each arm on the wall around her head and bent closer. At this range if she had been drinking he would've smelt it on her breath, but there was no unusual scent. "Look, whatever's going on appears to have an effect on you. Personally, I don't want to be involved, but since you don't actually seem to have any friends-"

"Oh please Malfoy I have friends!"

"Fine, any friends at the moment- or you certainly wouldn't be here- so if you need my help just ask."

"Like I'll ever do that!"

"Too prideful," he said with a shake of his head as he removed his arms. "Fine Granger have it your way, but it looks like a pain in the ass to me."

"Oh what would you know then Malfoy?"

He leaned back in for a moment. "I know a lot."

Hermione nor Draco went out Wednesday, something Draco found irritating. Before Hermione moved in he was out every damn night. One of the local bars had actually called to see if he was ok. As a result of the situation the two found themselves in an awkward movie night which neither really spoke through.

Thursday morning Draco awoke to something cold slamming into his body in a rush. "Granger!" He sat up swiftly.

She was laughing in the doorway, wand in hand, staring back at him in the light and finding herself unable to talk through the giggles. "I told you I'd get my hands on you."

He sat up in the damp bed. "That's not exactly what I wanted you to do."

Still giggling she spoke, "No of course not, but it's all you're getting." She laughed and skipped to her room.

Friday afternoon rolled in with an unpleasant cold front. Draco was sitting on his couch on the phone, and Hermione was still asleep in her room from what he knew.

"Yes...yes, that's great! Really? Well anytime next week works I'm not doing anything...money isn't an issue for me you know...Yes, I understand...Wednesday? That will work beautifully." He hung up the phone with a click and leaned back contently on the couch.

Mr. Harry Potter had called, saying that he could start his test training as of next Wednesday since yesterday had signaled one year since his suspension from work. Although at this point he was torn between resuming his old job and telling Potter to kiss his ass, he simply wanted the use of his magic back, and found himself smiling to himself as he was reminded that the end of this bullshit was drawing to a close.

It had only been a few minutes until he heard the knock at his front door. Ignoring it, he continued to dose, until it sounded again. He groaned, wishing Hermione were out here instead so she could go get it.

An older man stood outside, his hair peppered and his little suit a dull brown. Draco wrinkled his eyes. The man had a few soft looking spots, where he could guess the fat was trying to hide. His face was pinched and gave him an expression that made him think of a nosy asshole. The man looked startled when the nearly naked Draco, wearing only shorts (and only shorts) opened the door.

"Can I help you?"

"Y-yes is Hermione in there?"

"It would depend, what business do you have with her? I'm not in the mood to deal with trouble on a Friday."

"Of course, but she requested for me to meet her here at one and its uhm, one...is she around?"

"I repeat, why are you here?"

"S-she needs to sign some papers."

Draco shrugged and walked towards Hermione's room, leaving the man to shut the door. Maybe he could actually figure out what was going on with her. "And what's your name?"

"M-Mr. Gilmer."

"Don't stutter; it's probably why you don't have a wife," Draco replied, figuring he could find out with the question alone whether this was the supposed husband, although he hoped not.

"My wife died two years ago."

"I'm sorry." He tested the door but found it locked. "Granger!" He pounded on the door and noticed that the man didn't take a seat anywhere. "Granger!"

A sleepy Hermione opened the door a moment later, wand in her lowered hand. "Yes?" Her shirt was disheveled and Draco could see whatever he wanted, which may have been good in other cases, but he found it creepy to know the other man could see just as much even back where he was.

"I'd suggest a less slutty shirt. A 'Mr. Gilmer' is here, whatever the fuck that means."

Hermione quickly tossed the wand behind her and grabbed for a jacket behind her door, now bothering to pull the shirt up tightly. Draco took pride as he realized that she hadn't been concerned when it was just him. Perhaps his chances were improving.

"Hello Mr. Gilmer," she said as she passed Draco and zipped up the jacket, trying to pull down her shorts to hide a bit more leg. Draco noticed the older man's eyes looking over her just as his own did, and found himself both disgusted and offended. This man was a good 55-60 years old and he knew damn well Hermione was only 21.

"Hello Hermione," he said brightly as he led her to the couch. As he sat her down beside him Draco leaned over the back of the couch, watching closely and receiving dirty looks from Hermione that he found amusing. "I brought the papers! I finally found them, but I didn't realize your...err...boy-"

"Roommate," Hermione interjected quickly and Draco again noticed his reaction, which consisted of a look of relief and lust.

"Your roommate would be here."

"Is that a problem?"

"No," Hermione said quickly, knowing already Draco had picked up on the old mans basic ways. "The papers?"

"Yes yes I have them right here." He took out a few papers and handed them to her along with a pen. She bent over the coffee table to begin to sign them and Mr. Gilmer's eyes reverted to her ass. "Its highly unusual for me to make a house call like this, but you're a special customer of mine Hermione."

"Thank you," Hermione said with a bit of uncertainty and Draco rolled his eyes. "Is this all of them?"

"Yes all the ones I need your signature on and then I just have to get-"

"Them to the courthouse," Hermione interjected simply, flipping to another page. Draco glanced over and caught one major word on the page.

"Yes of course." His hands had slowly begun to slide across the couch, and he found his head throbbing a moment later. "Ah!"

"I wouldn't do that," Draco said simply, stretching.

"Malfoy!"

"It slipped." He shrugged, glancing at the older man whose hands were clasped in his lap and who was still staring at her ass. He thought about slapping him in the head again for good measure, but decided to wait until he had more of a reason. Perhaps it would be his goodbye gesture.

"Here," Hermione said, handing back the papers. "I sighed where the red X's were."

"Good, that's why they were there." He looked at her. "You need a witness, to testify that you did this willingly, for both sides of the world."

She grimaced. Draco was looking between both, his arms crossed. She reluctantly looked up. "Malfoy?"

He looked at her with a smirk. "Yes Granger?"

She bit her fingertip, and blinked once, a look that appeared innocent but he wasn't sure if she was trying to seduce, irritate or if she was naturally this slutty. "Would you be my witness?" Her voice was bouncy but she seemed on edge.

"I'm sorry I don't think I heard that right...who did you ask?"

She sighed and bit her lip. "Just be my fucking witness Draco."

"And what do I get out of it? I gave you the room and I helped you not have to get a job? Now this?" He had bent forward so he was close to her and happily blocking Mr. Gilmer's view of her. "What do I get?"

She blushed. "Depends what you want."

He laughed. "Oh Hermione my sweet, you're slowly signing your soul off to me." He took the top paper and signed his name messily on it. Mr. Gilmer took it and looked longingly at the young girl across from him. Draco smirked and grabbed the old man's shoulder. "I believe your job is done."

"Q-quite. Good day Hermione." He quickly stood and Draco followed him to the door, giving him another smack to the dome as he walked out.

"Quit that now," Mr. Gilmer said, turning hastily towards Draco. "There's no call for that!"

"Ah, but there is." He smirked. "I'd watch my eyes, and my hands for that matter, if I were you." He shut the door.

Hermione was still on the couch, the jacket open and her hair messy. She was glaring at Draco. "Don't think you're getting something from me because I'm no whore Draco."

"Yes I've heard it before." He sat down where the other man had just been and touched her shoulder in the same way he had a few days prior in her room, the way that made shivers hit her. "Now what where those papers hmm?"

"Too stupid to read them?"

"I read what I needed, couldn't get a name. I just want to see if you'll actually tell me something."

She scoffed. "If you know then there's no reason for me to you twit!"

"Ah, we're going back to childhood words." He leaned back on the couch and took reclined. "So who exactly are you divorcing honey?"

"Oh quit that, it's not becoming."

"What? I can't be charming?"

"Not like that you can't."

"I see. So who's this terrible bastard?"

"No one important."

"Come now Granger, you can't leave me hanging like this forever. I signed your fucking papers you can at least tell me."

"A different time ok?"

"I even got your pervert of a-what is he? A lawyer or something? Whatever I got him to not touch your ass so you owe me." He smirked. "You owe me for a lot of shit."

"Yes I know."

He laughed. "Oh, you have no idea."

"What does that mean?"

He laughed again as he stood up. "Payback is a bitch babe."

Saturday Draco made no attempts to start his payback. In fact he spent most of the day asleep. Sunday Hermione found herself unfortunate enough to meet one of Draco's new fucks as he went into the kitchen to obtain a bottle of liquor.

"So you're the roommate," the tall blond said, twirling her hair.

"Yeah...that's me. And you're the prostitute?"

She put her hands on her hips. "Don't go there bitch. I am not that cheap I never sell myself." Hermione just nodded, rolling her eyes as she turned away.

"Come on," Draco said to the girl, wrapping his arm around her waist and leading her towards his bedroom. Hermione groaned inwardly, thinking of what she could go do for the next few hours when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning, she saw Draco, his trademark smirk plastered on his face and his hand holding something. "You'll need these Granger." He set the gift in her hand, patted her shoulder and disappeared back into his room.

She looked down at her hand and had to laugh. He'd given her earplugs.

Monday morning Hermione found herself in a rather quiet apartment. No television nor any tossing and turning of her roommate trying to sleep (she hoped). Instead she found a large envelope taped to the inside of her door. She stretched, then walked over and tore the envelope open.

The note was simple. "Let The Games Begin".

What do you think the games are going to be? Come on, I'm curious on your thoughts my dears!