(January 21st, 2012)

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Chapter Two

Things weren't always what they seemed. People thought my life was pretty perfect. My family was wealthy; we had servants and house elves, lived in a mansion the size of a small city block and everything I wanted, I got. Clothing, broomsticks, travel to exotic countries and of course, girls. The small price to pay was that I was part of the Malfoy family. I was from a long line of pureblood, hoity-toity wizards who believed that the light shone from their asses. I was taught from the moment I could talk that we were above everyone; other purebloods, half-bloods and especially mudbloods. Mudbloods were lower than dirt. We were not to associate with them in anyway. Not to even talk to them. They weren't worth our breath.

I started attending Hogwarts I came in contact with my first mudblood; Hermione Granger. When I first laid eyes on her I didn't know she was one. She looked exactly like the rest of the kids. There were no warts, no dirt on her. In fact, she was prettier than a lot of the other girls, especially some of the Slytherins. To begin I had no intention of making her life a living hell. It wasn't until my father found out she was doing better in school than me that it became a big deal. Then I was told to make her miserable, because she didn't deserve to be at school with the rest of us.

So for seven years I had to make her feel like an outcast. And I did. I made her hate me like no other. It was empowering to some degree, making someone feel so inferior to me. But I saw the way it affected her. How slowly it chipped away at her self-esteem. I watched her grow from a cute little girl into a beautiful young lady. I still remember when she came back for the sixth year; she had grown ample in all the right places. She wasn't skinny; she had true curves. It was hard to resist staring sometimes. It wasn't until the war was over that I could relax. My father and mother died shortly after being imprisoned in Azkaban and I was left orphaned. Not that I really cared, I was always an independent child, taking care of myself when my parents went away on death eater business.

I was pleased when I graduated almost top of my class and was immediately offered a position in Magical Law department of the Ministry of Magic. Of course it was my luck that Granger was offered the other position in the department as well. So for two years I worked side-by-side with her. Literally, our desks were next to each other. I wanted to say something to her. For years I had subconsciously compared every woman I had ever been with to her. But I didn't know how to talk with her normally after so many years of implied loathing. I could feel her distain for me roll off her skin. So I did the only thing I knew how; continued my charade of being pompous bastard. Looking back over all those years she was never the first to insult me, her harsh words were only retaliation from abuse I threw at her first. I was surprised to say the least when they promoted me over Granger.

I took full advantage; I made her run errands for me. If I didn't have something for her to do I would find something. Anything so I could see her. It's cowardly I know, but I just can't seem to bring myself to indicate my feelings for her. She would never reciprocate them anyways, not after the way I treated her, so what was the point?

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I was glad I was located at the back of the elevator. I found when I walked to work this morning the thong that Ginny and Pavarti made me buy rode up and it was driving me mad. I had spent more money on Saturday shopping than I had in five years. My two friends dragged me to a fancy dress shop where a personal shopper picked out a dozen different skirts and shirts that were deemed "appropriate" for work but also were flattering enough to be "sexy". After that much to my dismay they took me to a lingerie shop. They shoved me into a changing room and threw lacy things at me to try on. All of which fell into the category of "risqué and seductive". Ginny had even come by this morning to see me off and to make sure that I was wearing the clothes she picked out.

The elevator binged, indicating that it was my floor. I pushed my way through the crowd and stepped off. I had started walking to my desk when I noticed it had gotten very quite all the sudden. I took a peek around to see that everyone had stopped what they were doing to stare at me. I got to my desk and slammed down my bag.

"If you have time to stare then you aren't doing your job! Get back to work!" I growl and everyone hurriedly resumes their paperwork. I look down at my new attire. It's really quite different I suppose. A grey pencil skirt that falls several inches above my knee, a white fitted blouse that is open to show a tiny bit of my cleavage and top it off four inch fiery red pumps that, without Ginny's balancing spell, I would definitely topple over in. I start to take a deep breath to calm myself when a voice echoes through the door of Malfoy's office.

"Granger! I know you're out there! Get your ass in here!" I sigh and straighten my skirt. I open the door and walk in to stand facing him at his desk.

"Yes, sir?" I emphasize the last syllable in a sugar sweet voice. He doesn't even look up from his paperwork.

"Where's my damned coffee? I thought I told you to bring me some this—" He's finally looked up and he stops mid-sentence. His eyes travel from shoes to my face before landing on my breasts. It takes him a moment look back to my face again. He clears his throat and shifts in his chair.

"um… yes, I'd like my latte right away." I give him a slight smile.

"Of course." I turn and as I saunter towards the door I sway my hips for the fun of it. When I close the door I feel like bursting into laughter. Pavarti was right, the look alone on his face was worth it. I find myself grinning as I fetch his usual beverage. A woman stops me in the corridor and hands me a file with some more paperwork Malfoy needs to approve, not before complimenting me on my change of appearance. I stroll into his office again and as I over around to the back of his desk I can feel his eyes following me. I lean over, making sure that my blouse shows a little more skin than usual, and place his mug on the table along with the file. I hear him clear his throat again and I restrain a smile. When I spoke advising him of the case in the file I lowered by voice a bit and allowed my breath to tickle his skin. Much to my delight I saw him shiver and clasp his pencil so hard I thought it would break. Then I left without another word.

By the end of the day I was pleased that he had not said one mean all day. When I went to meet up with the girls at the restaurant I told them of my success and they were thrilled. All night they coached in more things I could do to make him go crazy. I had to admit it was thrilling to be in control for once. After twelve years I had him by the tongue and I loved it. So for a month I continued my tactics, growing bolder with each tease. The only problem was, that I was enjoying it a little too much. I found that Malfoy started slipping into my dreams… day and night. Soon I started hoping that he would retaliate my bold flirting with his own. Sadly, nothing has happened. He continues to be silent and unresponsive. So tonight I decided to do something about it. Push him until he breaks.

Tonight's the annual Daily Prophet ball, which is held in the foyer of the ministry. All the departments come together and have fun. Actually, for us Magical Law folks, it's more business talk. So I dressed up in another one of the dresses Ginny picked out and made my way through the crowded room to find Harry and the others. I managed to turn quite a few heads to my surprise. Granted the dress was a little short but perhaps it was the colour. A striking emerald green with silver. Nothing like a Gryffindor wearing Slytherin colours so grab someone's attention. It was a nice cocktail dress though. It was strapless with a silver beading around the waist with a gathered bubble bottom that ended several inches above my knee. I had gotten use to heels now so I wore four-inch silver peep-toes that I had admired in a shop window.

I had walked to the room several times now (and had had several glasses of champagne) and I had yet to see Malfoy. I was hoping to strut past him and watch his jaw drop. Sadly I was mistaken. Instead I got dragged into a conversation with the Minister, Kingsley Shacklebolt and some of his colleagues. They talked for some time about quidditch (which I still find quite boring) and I nodded along like I was paying attention. Then Shacklebolt directed his next question at me.

"Where's Malfoy? I really needed to go over some numbers with him this evening."

"I'm sorry sir I haven't seen him this evening."

"Well I specifically told him not to miss this evening. Would you go find him? It's essential that I speak with him."

"Of course sir." With that I put my empty flute down and went for the elevators. I should've seen it before to be honest. I was on the seventieth floor within a couple minutes. The floor was dark, only the dim city lights illuminated the outlines of desks, enough so I didn't crash into anything. Sure enough there was a flicker of light from Malfoy's office. Bingo. I opened the door and strode into the room. I looked to his desk to find it scattered with papers but he wasn't at his chair. The fire was lit and I could see a mass on the couch. I walked over and stood in front of the fire to find Malfoy sleeping with some paper on his stomach. He looked at peace and I almost felt bad for waking him up. Almost. "Malfoy!" My voice rang out clearly and he stirred.

"Go away." He mumbled. The objects on his stomach fell to the floor as he shifted.

"Get up you lazy arse. You're needed downstairs."

"Seriously Granger. Get a life." He was lying on his back with his hands behind his head.

"Wow, that was a good one. I'm just so insulted." I rolled my eyes.

"Well if you don't leave me alone there'll be some better ones I assure you." I crossed my arms.

"No. You're going to get off your arse and get to the party because Kingsley wants to speak with you. After all, that is your job." He finally opened his eyes and looked over at me. He didn't respond straight away, instead his eyes widened just a little as they grazed along my body and I could see he was mentally undressing me. Gotcha.

"Why don't you just make up an excuse and then suck-up to them. That is your job after all." Anger reared up and I had to remember what I was here for to stop myself from hexing him.

"Malfoy, if you don't get up and go downstairs right now, you're going to regret it." He smirked at me.

"Are you threatening me? Wow, who knew Granger had balls?" I strolled over and stood beside the sofa. He sat up and I could tell he was amused. "What are you going to do? Carry me? Drag me? This should be good." I just gave him a forced smile before placing my knees on either side of his legs. That wiped the smirk off his face. Suddenly he wasn't so sure of himself. "What—" He took a sharp intake of breath as I started to press my groin to his. I ran my fingers up from the base of his skull and into his hair and for a moment he closed his eyes. I rubbed against him slowly, tantalizingly until I could feel him hard against me. Then I picked up the pace. I could feel myself getting wet as the my skin tingled with anticipation. His hands were on my thighs, massaging them while mine roamed underneath his dress shirt feeling taunt muscles that one could only dream of. His hips started rolling, increasing the friction and I dug myself into him harder causing him to emit a gasp in pleasure. I was vigorous on him now as he tried to hump me, our breaths were ragged and I knew that he was close. He grunted, his hands running up my sides roughly to my breasts. Malfoy was erratically bucking his hips and I knew it was time. I stopped my motions and got off of him.

By the time his eyes flew open I was gone.

OOOOoooooo so sneaky Hermione! Who knew she had it in her? Please leave your thoughts in a REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! (Pretty please with a Malfoy on top?)

~FunkyMonkey

p.s. for Hermione's dress Google Image: Emerald satin gathered bubble dress. It should be the first one that comes up.