A/n: Hope you guys like this one too! It's a little long, but it gets the point done for the week. If you like please review! Enjoy. As of 10/11/2012, thanks to my new beta, Tessa Cresswell!

Hermione stormed from the bedroom miffed. She banged three times on Draco's bedroom door before a voice sounded behind her with irritating coolness: "Something wrong Granger?"

She spun on her heel to face him. She had bed head, and he found this new look on her had an exceptionally strange effect on him. They were edging on three weeks of being roommates, and if Hermione had meant to hide her body from him by now she would have. The tight shirt exposed a damn good amount of her cleavage and her shorts had ridden up into her ass crack, showing even more to his eyes that morning. He gazed over her openly, not making an attempt to hide his looking, but she was apparently not too focused on that at the time.

"What's this mean," she asked, walking to him and shoving the note into his face. He took it roughly from her hand. "Don't start any of your shit Malfoy because I won't have it! Your idea of games can't be good."

He laughed, standing up and stretching, noticing with amusement how her eyes again danced all over his chest. He patted her once on the head like a pet before she slapped his hand away. Still laughing, he walked towards his room. "You'll learn to love them Granger."

Tuesday passed with tension between the two. Although Draco had not acted on his "Games" idea, he had defiantly been bumping into her a lot and rubbing on her skin lots, and to his surprise she hadn't completely smacked him off-completely. She would hesitate, like she knew she should push him off but she would wait several seconds. He loved it.

Wednesday morning Draco lay in his bed, hair messy from his vivid, exciting dream, and his morning woody bugged him. Dressed only in boxers, he stood, picking up one of his cigarettes and lighting one as he wandered out of his room to Hermione's, who had seemingly stopped locking her door on him. Pushing it open he invited himself in.

She was lying beneath only a sheet, her blanket on the floor like it had been kicked off some time in the night. "Must've been hot," he thought absentmindedly as he walked over to her bed. Her tank top had been messed up during the night as she rolled around (which quickly became a lively image in his mind) and it barely concealed her chest to him. The shorts were hidden beneath the sheet.

He placed his hand on her shoulder and shook her roughly. "Granger!"

Her eyes popped open and her hand reached for her wand, which she unhappily realized was being twirled in his hand. She frowned, not adjusting her top. The annoying cigarette poked out of his mouth, giving him that bad boy image that girls loved so much, but the smell made her nose wrinkle. "Malfoy, what're you doing in here? Get out! I didn't invite you in!"

He chuckled. "Not yet anyways." As he pulled his hand from her body, he let his fingertips leave her skin slowly, grazing her skin as he drug them along, touching the bare skin of her breasts for a moment before removing his hand. "But you will."

"Ugh!" She smacked him hard on his upper thigh, pulling the sheet up tightly to cover her body. "Get out!"

"Ok ok," he said, holding up his hands, before using his left to hit the cigarette again. "I just came to ask a question."

"You cannot warm me up," she said briskly.

He laughed. "I think I already have." The color on her cheeks flared. "But that's not why I'm here. I have a meeting to go to with my boss this morning back at my office, and I was guessing you would want to come."

"Why ever would I want to come with you to work?"

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow. "Are you unaware what I used to do?"

"You're not someone I wasted my time researching. You were a Death Eater and a smartass, but that's all I remember dear Draco."

He chuckled, noting that she used his first name, and didn't gag either. "Ah, I see. You don't wish to see your old friend Harry?"

Her face brightened, but she narrowed her eyes. "You and Harry work together? Ha! That's quite funny Malfoy."

"It's true actually Granger." He refused to use her first name. "In fact, if it makes you feel better, he's my arrogant boss."

She laughed, placing a hand over her mouth as her eyes squinted shut. "You...you have to be kidding! Harry finally fired you from something!" Still laughing she reached out and snatched the opposite end of her wand. "Now get out of my room Malfoy."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Now you tell me to leave? Hmm Granger, we're a little slow aren't we?"

"Give me my wand."

"Or?"

"I'll tell your boss you're being an ass to me, and that your magic should be suspended longer. I think Harry is more likely to listen to me than you."

He let go. "Ah, we're being a smartass I see." He stood and headed for the door. "Now you have twenty minutes to be ready or I'm departing without you." He grabbed the door handle and shut it firmly behind him.

Draco let Hermione apparate him to work, instead of taking the long, magic-less commute that put them an hour ahead of schedule. She was smiling coyly as they made their way into the main building of Draco's work.

"It's interesting how much time magic saves, isn't it Malfoy."

"Sure, although since your arrival you've hardly used it my dear."

"Don't start that again."

"Why not? I'm sure Potter will love hearing me speak to you like a sweetheart." He slung an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in closer then she wanted. "Besides, he knows you're getting divorced I presume? It would be quite amusing to see the look on his face if he were to believe I were you new lover." He bent as they walked and kissed her ear, licking the skin lightly for a moment before quickly backing off.

"You pig!" She shoved him away, his uncanny smirk covering his face. People were staring as they passed now, unsure what to say to the unusual match. Perhaps they were not as famous as Harry Potter, but Malfoy was a very common name, and Hermione was well known as Harry's friend. People were uneasily looking at the pair, and many cast their glances aside into full on stares when Draco bent to kiss her ear. She brushed her hair back as they continued walking. "You're making a scene."

"No, you're making a scene with your reaction. People may look, but people always stare more when someone creates an outburst, you know that my love."

"Quit!" She hit him again.

He laughed, continuing to walk on towards his boss' office. The people walking by continued to look at the pair, but as they continued the looks lessened and lessened.

Draco did not knock on his boss' door as he approached like a good worker, but instead pushed open the door as though he had the right and wandered into Harry Potter's office an hour before scheduled.

Harry himself was dressed for work on the job, but behind his desk he still appeared professional. His hair was just like he had worn it as a child, short and somewhat messy. He looked up with an irritated look at his suspended employee.

"Although it's nice for you to be ahead of schedule for once Mr. Malfoy, barging into the boss's office never got anyone anywhere. Furthermore-"

He stopped as Hermione pushed her way past Draco's arm, into the room. Harry's face instantly warmed as he caught sight of his long-time friend. "I thought perhaps you would make an exception for your dear friend."

Harry pushed back his chair, his arms expanding to capture the small girl who rushed to him. "Hermione! It's great to see you!"

"You too Harry," she said into his sleeve. "It's been a while." They released each other, the hug ending quite quickly.

"Yes, six months is it? Where have you been! We've been worried! You fell right off the radar." He was glancing back at Draco now. "Don't tell me you've been off with him!"

"No! No," Hermione said, a quizzical look passing over her face as she shook her head. "I moved in with him a few-"

"You living with Malfoy?" Harry asked now, wrinkling his eyebrows and walking past her to look at the tall blond, his arms folded across his chest. "Why exactly?"

"I needed a place to stay-"

"You could've stayed with me! Or Ron...really Hermione you had to run off to this assholes house-"

"Hey, I haven't done anything to her." "Yet."

"B-"

"Harry," Hermione said, touching his shoulder. "Now isn't the time ok? Malfoy is here for his job, let's not get off about where I'm living right now."

Harry looked at his friend for a moment, his mind spinning, unsure which way he wanted to sway. He sighed. "Fine." He looked back at Draco, his eyes meeting the cool gray of the former Slytherin's. "Mr. Cunningham is down in 229 waiting for you. He has your wand. You going to run some test spells, practices, and that's it. Tomorrow you'll come back and follow the same routine. Next week you'll be back Tuesday, and we'll start some more tests. And Wednesday and Thursday. The following week is when your real tests start, but we'll get to those when the time comes. The tests this week are one hour long, next week two and a half. He is waiting for you now I suppose, thinking he has a break. Just tell him you're starting early." Harry looked at him once he finished, waiting for the blond to move. "Go on! Staring at me won't get us anywhere." Draco sighed, leaving the room without a word or a glance back at the two people.

Hermione played with her hair. "So you're going to speak to me about all this now I suppose Harry?"

"For a few minutes Hermione, but then I have to go down and observe Mr. Malfoy as well. It's part of the job."

"And speak to him about this as well as I presume?" Harry remained silent. "Come now Harry, I know you. You can't slip much past me."

"Yet you can me." He wandered back to his desk, beckoned with his hand that she could take that chair, but when she shook her head and took one of the seats in front of his desk he sat down quickly. "Really Hermione why the hell are you staying with him?"

"Because Harry."

"Because?" She didn't reply and he sighed, rubbing his temples. "How long have you been there?"

"This is my third week with him."

Harry looked at her. "Please tell me you two aren't-"

"No! No, not at all." She paused, smiling in an almost Malfoy like manner that had his eyebrows raising. "Not yet anyways."

"Hermione!"

"What? I know what he wants, it's fairly obvious."

Harry shook his head. "Don't let him."

Her eyebrows drew together. "Well, why not?"

"Because he is Draco Malfoy. You know his old reputation."

"And his former. I understand it quite well Harry, but I'm a big girl now; I can make my own decisions."

He continued to shake his head. "I don't even want to know. But really Hermione, what happened? Mar-"

"Don't talk about him," she cut in curtly. "It's over between us as it is. There's nothing to say about it."

"Hermione," he began again, "please don't be so rash. This is your second husband-"

"I don't count the first," she said again.

"Maybe, but neither have been that keen of a choice. I mean look! You're 21 and about to divorce your second husband. It's not like you!"

"The first played with my heart Harry, and the second isn't worth my time to explain."

"So you ran to Malfoy for help?"

"No, but...it's complicated."

"Too complicated to explain to me?"

"Right now Harry, yes. I promise I will, just not yet."

He leaned forward. "Then move out. Come live with me and Ginny, or with Luna and Neville in their apartment. Just get away from him."

She took a breath. "You hired him yes?"

"Yes but-"

"And he hasn't failed you yet. Maybe he did something bad but it wasn't bad enough for Azkaban. But it is bad enough to keep my ex at bay."

"And we're not?"

She sighed. "My ex isn't completely sure where Draco-"

"Now he's Draco?"

"-lives. I'm comfortable there. I'll move out when the time is right, just not yet ok?"

He sighed. "If you're sure about this..."

"I am."

He threw his hands up. "Fine Hermione, just be careful."

"I have been Harry."

Harry left her soon after to go see the end of Draco's practice. He waited patiently for Cunningham and him to be done, before he stopped Draco just outside the door.

"Yes Potter?"

"We've been over this befor;, you have to call me boss here in the office. It's part of the policy." They began walking down the hall. "Let's stop for some tea."

"I'd rather-"

"We need to talk." The two held eyes. "If you think I'm leaving her there, wherever it is you live now without inspecting you then you're dead wrong Mr. Malfoy." He went into the upper floor kitchen room.

"What're you afraid of me doing then?"

Harry whisked his wand, the tea set on a far off table coming over, two cups sitting on the table as the teapot poured the liquid for them. They sat tentatively in the chairs, staring closely at each other. "You almost killed a man while your temper was high, and I don't want to ever hear about that happening to Hermione."

"It won't Pot-boss." He gritted his teeth on the word. "I don't intend to hurt her."

"And what do you intend to do with her then?" Draco remained silent, sipping his tea. "Does she even know what you did?"

"What I almost did you mean? And no, I haven't. And if you mind I don't intend to."

"You're just going to keep her in the dark about it?"

"For now yes. It helps with the comfort level of living in an apartment with me, not knowing that I've almost killed recently since the war." He took another sip and the teapot refilled his drink again. "But it was an almost. I haven't killed a damned person since you beat Voldemort."

"I know, I've read your record. All the same, release her to me."

"Release her Potter?"

"Boss."

"You make it sound like I'm holding her against her will. If you don't mind, she came to me not the other way around."

"You're trying to tell me she willingly came to live in your home, yours of all places? Ha!"

"She didn't originally know it was mine."

"All the same."

"She made the choice herself ok? I didn't persuade her." He thought back to pressing his hard rod against her back, pressing her to the window seat, but then dismissed the thought. "I'm not holding her there against her fucking will."

"Then persuade her to come back with me."

"Why? Do you think you can protect her better than me?"

"I think she'll feel more comfortable."

"Potter if she was uncomfortable she herself would've asked you if she could come stay with you while you two were upstairs alone talking, but she didn't did she?"

He pursed his lips. "Make her leave. I don't trust you."

"That's your problem then."

"Do it! Or I'll have your wand for it."

"That's mature! For not forcing your friend onto the streets to just come stay with you you're taking my wand? Damn Potter you make it sound like you want her! That's a sick thought isn't it? Mr. Harry Potter wanting to nail his former best friend's former girl. Quite a tongue twister."

"Don't ever talk about Ron."

"Don't threaten to take my wand."

"Or? I control your way back into work."

He laughed. "And your friend is staying with me, by choice. Test me Potter, please." He laughed again. "Maybe I'll just nail her to the wall. It's been tempting."

"That's rape."

"Only if she objects." He set down his tea cup and stood to go. "Remember Potter she came to me for help, not you. Why? Fuck if I know. Don't try to make me seem bad, don't try to make me bend to your wishes. If she's in my apartment, and not staying with you, then you must've fucked up someplace. Don't start lecturing me about returning her to you. You don't own her."

"I just want her to be fucking safe."

"What? Afraid she's going to leave like Weasley did?"

"Ron didn't leave."

"Then where has he been the last two years?" Harry didn't reply, just looked at his employee with sad eyes. Draco waved his hand. "I'll be back here at the same time tomorrow to work." He stormed from the room, headed up to Harry's office where he supposed Hermione was waiting.

She looked up quickly as he entered the room. "Come on, we're leaving."

"Well, I'm supposing the two of you had a rather terrible talk. Where's Harry? I want to at least say goodbye."

"You want to say goodbye then I'm leaving now for my train."

She tilted her head. "What's gotten into you? Was it really that bad?"

He sighed. "Granger, you don't have to stay at my apartment if you don't want to you know." "But I will have to find you sometime to collect."

"I know, but I don't mind it there."

He shrugged. "As long as you're not hating me for keeping you there."

"Ha! You don't have a fucking hold over me! I stay because I choose to."

"But why?"

She shrugged. "It's complicated."

He ran a hand through his hair. "Fine, just take us back."

Draco retired to his room as soon as they arrived, not waiting to see whether Hermione had had anything else to say. His door had closed quickly, and she had vaguely heard the tearing of something through the walls, like a shirt or sheet.

"Apparently we are very angry." Hermione herself had snuggled into her skimpy pajamas, pulling one of the living room blankets around her as she had sat with a bag of popcorn, milk, and some unusual movie on television that night. It only took 45 minutes before she had drifted into sleep.

It was the scratching on the door that woke her up, like dog or cat nails on the wood. Her eyes snapped open, her hand finding her wand. She quickly hit pause on the TV, grabbing her wand as she stood up. In the dim light of the kitchen light ("I should've turned that off before I fell asleep") she saw the doorknob turning.

She pointed her wand at the door, watching the sudden form of a dog wander in in front of a man. "Stupefy!"

She was horrified when nothing happened. "Stupefy." Still, nothing came from her wand to attack the menacing figures approaching her. "My magic's not working!" "Malfoy!"

The dog was far in front of the man, teeth barred, and in the living room light she could see the drool dripping from its teeth. "What's going on?" She didn't exactly wait to find out.

She ran without thinking towards her roommate's room, and heard the dog behind her as she threw the door open and desperately slammed it shut, darkening the space. She threw herself onto the bed, smacking her roommate in the side of the head as she turned to wait for the door to slam open. "Malfoy!"

His eyes snapped open as he heard the door open, and then he felt the irritating smack in his head as Hermione smacked him. "Malfoy!"

"Oy Granger," he said, rubbing his temple. "If you want to sleep with me all you have to do is ask." He clicked on the bedside light.

"Yeah right. Are you crazy? Didn't you hear me scream?"

"Um, nope." He pulled her down, leaning against her as he looked into her fearful eyes. "You could have come in earlier." He leaned, kissing her fully on the lips.

The second slap to the side of his dome made him sit back. "Get off me you pig! Quit playing around this is serious!"

"Yes," he said curtly, rubbing his head, "but sex doesn't always have to be."

"Ugh! Are you listening? It's not about that! M-someone is here!"

"What?" He sat up straighter, raising his eyebrow. "What're you talking about?"

She was now wondering why they hadn't already entered the room. "M-ma-my-a guy and his dog are here!"

"Are you sure? I think I would've heard a dog in the apartment, and the door opening, and a man too." He was out of bed now wandering towards the bedroom door.

"Don't open that!"

"Why?" He didn't wait for a response and opened the door, noticing that she had failed to lock it. "Yeah Granger, there's defiantly a dog out here. And look! It's going to eat me!" He walked out the door, Hermione right behind him. "Granger, no one likes a tease. Its rude to hop into a man's bed and leave him with nothing." He bit her ear but she pushed him away.

"I swear Malfoy." There was no one in the room, the door was shut and the TV was running. "There was a man here a minute ago."

"Who?"

She looked at him. "Why do you think I know him?"

"You hesitated too much when you were trying to explain earlier. Calm down babe its nothing." He wrapped an arm around her and was surprised when she didn't push her off. "Ok?"

"No, there was someone here."

"Granger if someone had broken in and were so dedicated to get you they wouldn't have left when you came to get me, they would've just kept coming. Its just a dream will you calm the fuck down now?"

"It wasn't a dream!"

He grabbed her face. "Your tired. Go to sleep, and when we wake up again in a few hours you'll feel fine."

She pushed his hands off. "Oh stop trying to get me to sleep with you, its not working." She thought back to her earlier conversation with Harry but shook it from her mind. "Its not a dream Malfoy, I swear."

"You're just worked up, its nothing."

"Oh and your so confident in that?"

He gave her a dark look. "Yes. Just go back to your room."

"I was on the couch."

"Fine, go back to your couch." She hesitated and he smirked, his cock still at attention. "Aw, do you need me to look after you just in case?"

"No?"

"Ok Granger, just go to sleep then."

"And what? Wait and see if it happens again?"

"You never have the exact same dream twice."

"Oh great, maybe this time I'll just die."

He shook his head. "Fine." Wandering over to the chair, he plopped down on it and extended his legs onto the footrest. "There, now I can fight away all those bad monsters for you."

"Get lost." She sat back on the couch, unwilling to have something happen again and be trapped in her own room.

"Yeah, because that's gonna happen."

"Well, it could!"

"Na, I'll stay here. This is more convenient for me in case you decide to join me again." He winked, stretching out and making himself comfortable.

She snorted and laid down, making sure her wand was right next to her. Why didn't it work? What's wrong? Maybe it was just a dream."

"Pig." She closed her eyes.

Draco was up that morning and dressed before Hermione even opened her eyes. He took his time admiring her pretty little body on the couch before he left, remembering the feeling of her pressed against him for that moment last night as he had kissed her.

"Oh such a tease she is. I should've made her fit the problem she caused last night." He absentmindedly stroked her hair. "Another time. Off to work."

Draco showed up five minutes late, and smacked Mr. Cunningham in the head twice while they worked with his hand. Harry had to pull him out twice and remind him that he was being monitored over every action. Needless to say, Draco finished his session in an irritated manor.

"No sleep?" Harry asked as they proceeded down the hall.

"Your friend had a bad dream and woke me up."

"Yeah sure, that sounds like Hermione."

"Believe whatever you want, I don't give a fuck." He sipped his coffee. "Did Granger's ex husband have a dog?"

Harry wrinkled his eyebrows together. "Why do you ask?"

"We saw one last night; she said it reminded her of one in her past."

"Oh."

"Well, will you answer?"

He sighed. "Yes, he had a dog. "

"Ah." They walked in silence, Draco wondering if Hermione had been dreaming of the man she was now divorcing. "So who was he?"

Harry spared a glance at Draco. "Why does it matter to you?"

He shrugged. "Just curious I suppose. Might be good to know, in case someone does find out where she lives."

"You think someone will?"

He shrugged again. "It's always possible isn't it?"

Harry eyeballed him. "Viktor Krum."

"Who?"

"The Durmstrang Champion from our fourth year for the Triwizard Tournament."

"Ah yes, I think I talked to him once. He wasn't much fun to bitch at, too arrogant." Harry chuckled.

Hermione was dressed in a loose t-shirt and jeans when he returned. Instead of going to his room immediately like he usually did, he sat down next to her on the couch and pulled out a cigarette. "So have any dogs popped up today Granger?"

"Very funny Malfoy. No, nothing has tried to kill me today, and you should be grateful."

"Why's that?"

"You'd have to go searching for a girl every night to please you if I die. Apparently all I have to do is exist." She smirked, standing to put away some dishes in the kitchen.

"So who do you think that man in your dream was last night Granger?"

She bit her lip to keep from restating the same point once again to him. "No."

"Did your ex husband have a dog?"

She looked up at him, his gray eyes looking at her. "Harry told you he did didn't he?"

"Yes."

She sighed. "Marcus always-"

"Marcus?" Draco stood up. "No, Potter told me your husband's name was Viktor Krum, that Quidditch player."

Her cheeks flushed. "He did?"

"Yes..." He looked at her closely with a raised eyebrow. "Are you a little vixen Granger?"

"No!" She brushed past him, heading towards her room. "God no."

"Then why do you have two husbands at 21?"

"I don't have any husband's thank you."

"Anymore."

She looked at him. "My relationships are my business." She went to shut her door and found his foot in the way. "M-"

He pinned her to him, his lips savagely smashing into hers. Her hands involuntarily wrapped themselves through his hair, and she moaned quietly. He pulled back, smirking.

"When you're mine, your relationships are my business." He patted her head. "Remember that babe." He turned from her with a distant wave, leaving her confused and feeling arousal in her lower regions.

Friday morning Hermione and Draco didn't cross paths until later in the day. Hermione had spent the morning cooped in her room, wondering why she had seen her ex-husband the other day, certain he was not a dream.

"Why didn't Draco hear him? Why didn't he hear me? Why did it disappear?"

Draco knew she had been married twice now too, something she knew he would be holding to her. And last night he had sexually assaulted her outside her door, and she had liked it.

"No, now I'm crazy."

She heard Draco moving around in his room, and an idea formed in her mind. She smirked and bit the tip of her pencil, wondering how far she should go.

Saturday passed as though nothing had ever happened. Neither did anything to the other anymore than the typical comments. Draco was getting cocky, having not been killed by Hermione, figuring he had her exactly where he wanted her.

By Sunday he was sure of it. They were sitting on the couch when he slid his arm around her shoulders again, glancing to see if she reached for her wand. She didn't.

He leaned in and kissed her ear again before biting. He felt her quiver and moved lower to her neck, not speaking.

It was then that Hermione made her first move. Her left hand drifted down and brushed against the bulge in his pants, which made him shudder involuntarily. He hadn't expected her to make a move on him at all. He'd figured she was too restrictive and 'good' to ever do that. It caught him off guard.

Her chuckle brought him back into reality, and her wand pointed at his nose made him remove his arm. He looked up into her eyes.

"Now you're being restrictive Granger?"

She laughed. "Remember dearest Draco, I have a wand. Don't overstep yourself anymore 'babe', or Imma have to hex off your pretty little balls." She pat him on the head like he had done repeatedly to her. "Good boy." The comment sent another quiver straight to his strained member, and he watched happily as she skipped to her room, her little ass looking perfect in the jeans she had on.

"I was right...what a fucking tease."