Chapter 3

Hermione pulled her cell phone out of her pocket. She didn't recognize the number; she pushed the ignore button and settled back down. Owen forbids her to pick up unrecognized numbers. She made that mistake, twice. The first time, an overzealous fan had somehow got a hold of her number and stalked her for an entire month. The second time was a reporter for one of those slimy gossip magazines; she answered the phone as Hermione and almost let her secret out. Owen lectured her for three weeks. He said he had to do "major damage control." Whatever that meant; besides if it was important, they would leave a message.

She closed her eyes and let sleep take over her body…

Draco was at the end of the aisle as she slowly walked towards him. His blonde locks shined perfectly against his porcelain skin. He smiled at her and held out his hand. She ran for it. Her fingers just barely touched his. Then he was gone. Vanished into thin air. She screamed, "Draco?" The room went dark. She fell on the floor, crying.

Her eyes fluttered open. Wiping the tears away, she shook her head. Hermione Granger was not a stupid girl. She didn't believe in happily ever after or prince charming. She didn't want a house with a white picket fence or 2.5 kids.

Theirs had been a relationship built out of convenience. He was the President of Malfoy Enterprises and she was the most brilliant employee for the competition. They used each other to further their careers and to fulfill other more humanly needs. It was an unspoken, mutual understanding, but she fucked up. She let him get to her. She let him inside the walls she had spent so many years building. She fell in love.

Hermione thought he had felt the same. Maybe it was the way he looked at her or the fact that she would sometimes catch him looking at her (when he thought she wasn't paying attention). She had even caught him watching her sleep a couple times. She thought he loved her. She was wrong. He was Draco Malfoy after all. He could never love anyone…but himself. She learned that the hard way.

Hermione rubbed her eyes. Crying in her dreams; silly. She smacked herself on the head and chuckled. Who needed that prick anyways? She was young, rich and beautiful. She could have any guy she desired.

Her phone blinked from the corner of the coffee table. She smiled; maybe it was one of her suitors now. Hermione picked it up. New Voicemail. Guess it had been important after all.

You have one new message. To hear your message now press 1.

"Hello. My name is Draco Malfoy. Perhaps you have heard of me? My fiancée-"

Hermione dropped the phone.

/

"Hermione, calm down."

"Calm down? You gave Draco Malfoy my number."

Owen rubbed his temples, "Yes I did."

"Why?"

"He asked for it. What was I suppose to do?"

"Say no!"

"Hermione, it is Draco Malfoy. Who says no to Draco Malfoy?"

"I do!"

"Hermione, saying no to the Kings is one thing, but Draco Malfoy? Impossible."

"No Owen. I said no."

Owen put his arm around her shoulder, "Is there something you want to tell me?"

She shrugged him off.

"Hermione, you are being too stubborn for me not to think, there is something more to this. Do you know the Kings?"

Hermione shook her head.

"Ah, then it must be Malfoy."

She slumped down into a chair, "It doesn't matter."

"Yes it does. I need to know why you are throwing away the biggest opportunity of your career. You owe me this much."

Hermione closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, "I knew him…Draco Malfoy." It pained her to say his name, "We used to…"

Owen stopped her, "I see. And I assume, he doesn't know who you are now."

She nodded, "He doesn't know I am Ella."

He put his arm around her again, "Tell me what you want to do?"

She was silent for a moment. "Die Owen, I want to die."

He chuckled, "Okay, I will just call Mr. Malfoy back and tell him that you would rather die than sing at his engagement party."

She smiled, "That about sums it up."

He shook his head, "Okay. I will tell him that you are…going on vacation…to-" He spun the globe on his desk, stopping it with his index finger. "Tuvalu."

"Tuvalu?"

"Yep, it is a Polynesian island located in the Pacific Ocean between Hawaii and Australia."

She smiled, "Okay."

/

"Hello. You have reached Ella. I can't come to the phone. Please leave me a message and I will get back to you."

"It's Draco Malfoy again. I hear you are taking a vacation. No problem. We can move the party to where you are. I am willing to pay whatever you ask. Just name your price."

Draco hung up. Damn muggle. She was going to cost him everything. He slammed his fist down on the desk; Ella is going to sing at the party, even if he has to force her.

He dialed her manager, "Mr. Owen, it's Draco Malfoy again. Why do I get the feeling that your client is intentionally avoiding me?"

"It's not that at all. She's really very busy."

"Maybe you can arrange a face to face?"

"Impossible. She's booked for weeks."

"I thought you said she was going on vacation?"

"Um…she is; after her tour ends."

"Ah, I see. Listen carefully Mr. Owen. I don't like to be played with. I have no patience for such games. One way or another, Ella will sing at my engagement party," he slammed the phone down.

"Trudy!"

A tall, thin blonde came running into his office, "Yes, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Find out where this Ella lives."

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy." She rushed out the door, almost knocking down Sapna in the process, "I'm so sorry, Ms. King."

Sapna pushed her off, "I bet." She waited for the clumsy secretary to leave before slamming the door behind her. "I really wish you would find better help. She's such a klutz."

"You're in a great mood today." Draco responded sarcastically. Unfortunately it was lost on her.

"No not really, but seeing you always cheers me up."

Draco rolled his eyes, "Do you need something?" Being civil to the troll took a lot out of him. He really wasn't in the mood today.

"As a matter of fact, yes I do." She dropped her coat, to reveal barely there lingerie.

Draco swallowed hard. Yes, he couldn't stand her, but he was still a man and his throbbing cock proved it.

She swooned, "I just wanted to know how it was coming along…with Ella?"

Draco's eyes roamed her body. She was what a woman was supposed to look like; beautiful full breasts, a thin waist, long legs and all covered by caramel skin that looked flawless.

"It's as good as done," he lied.

She smiled, walking slowly over to him, "I knew you could do it," she pulled his chair away from the desk. "I knew she couldn't resist you," she rubbed him through his pants.

Draco threw his head back, moaning, "What are you trying to do?"

She giggled, "Giving you a preview," She unzipped his pants and got down on her knees, "of what you can expect if you succeed."

Draco inhaled deeply and grabbed Sapna by the hair, "Nana, don't play with me."

Sapna opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted by the buzzing of his office phone. "Mr. Malfoy, I found an address."

"Later! I am bu-"

Sapna grabbed his balls and squeezed, "Let her in." She crawled under the desk and pulled his chair towards her, "Let the klutz in."

"Trudy, bring me the address."

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco straightened his face as Trudy pushed the door open.

Sapna's hands glided up his legs, sending chills down his spine.

"Oh, I didn't see Ms. King leave."

"Yes, well…do you have it?"

"Mr. Malfoy, I couldn't find Ella's address."

Shr pinched his thigh in retaliation.

Draco gritted his teeth to stop from yelping, "You said you had an address. Were you lying to me?"

Trudy stumbled forward, "No Mr. Malfoy. I found an address for her manager."

Her grip loosened and kissed the spot.

"Well?," he gritted.

Kisses trailed up his leg.

"His office is in downtown London."

A tongue lapped his balls.

Draco put his head down on his desk.

"Sir, is something wrong?"

Draco gained his composure before lifting his head, "I'm very disappointed. I asked for Ella's address not her manager's office. Any idiot can find that. Maybe I should find someone more qualified, seeing as how your job has become too difficult for you."

His tip was in her mouth. She loved it when he was cruel. He had so much power over people. She loved to watch him cut them down.

"Mr. Malfoy, her address isn't listed. I swear I tried."

Trudy's pleas put a smile on Sapna's face. She took his cock down into her throat, swirling her tongue against it.

Draco gripped the armrest. Damn, she was warm. He was going to explode. He choked out a reply, "Go away. Don't come back until you have some useful information."

Trudy nodded and headed for the door.

"Leave the address."

His secretary slowly walked back over to his desk and laid the note with Owen's office address down. Draco's breath hitched as Sapna sucked harder and faster. Trudy's eyes landed on his grip of death on the arm rest, then to his lap, where she saw small strands of black hair bouncing back and forth. She gasped and quickly looked away, but it was too late, Draco's eyes had been following hers. She turned; rushing out of the room.

/

Tuvalu. Hermione smiled. It sounded wonderful. "Accio encyclopedia." The giant book gracefully flew over. She flipped to Tuvalu. The picture danced brightly. Sunny skies, warm breezes and smiling people waved to her. Yes, it really was paradise. She closed her eyes...

Hermione laid on a beach. The sun shined brightly on her oil covered back. Her hair was up in a loose bun; her feet buried in the sand. She was naked, not that it mattered. There was no one in sight. It was perfect. She hummed softly to herself. A pair of hands began to massage her shoulders. Damn, she really was good at this fantasizing thing.. She thought of everything, even dreaming up a man to meet her every need. She arched into his hands. He positioned himself behind her, legs on both sides of hers. She could feel his hard member against her back. She moaned as his hands dared to go lower until they caressed the top of her butt. She shivered slightly as he made his way around to cup her breasts. He chuckled as she leaned into him.

That laugh…she would know it anywhere. She tried to free herself, but he held her in place. "Mine." He whispered into her ear. Hermione pushed him away and crawled as fast as she could, but he was on her in seconds. She was pinned to the ground, his hands parted her legs. One hand pushed her back down, holding her in place, while the other found her clit and frantically rubbed it. She screamed as he entered her. She screamed for him to stop, but he continued fucking her. Her body was betraying her. She could feel herself starting to cum, as he continued to ravish her. He wasn't kind or concerned with her needs, just a beast taking what he needed from her. Thrust after thrust until she was screaming his name….begging him not to stop…

Hermione woke up screaming his name. Sweat pooled around her pillow. Her heart beat wildly out of control. Tears filled her eyes.