Chapter 4

"Nana, wakeup."

The dark haired beauty rubbed her eyes. "Huh?"

"Where is Draco?"

She smiled, "He's gone to see Ella. Did you need something, daddy?"

"No. I just wanted to talk to him about something. It can wait."

Sapna sat up. "Daddy? Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Did you love mom?"

Huang met his daughter's eyes. "Yes." He sat down next to her, "Why do you ask?"

Sapna looked at the floor. "He doesn't love me."

"Nana-."

Shaking her head, "It's okay. I know he doesn't."

"Just give it time. He will."

She laughed, "No, he won't. He never will."

Huang took his daughter's hand, "How can you be sure?"

"I don't think he can love anyone. I don't think he knows how to."

/

Draco apparated to the address in his hand. It had been a long day and he really didn't want to be here. Not that what he wanted really mattered. It never did. The sign on the door read:

OWEN OCTAVIA

TALENT AGENT

Draco knocked on the door.

"Mr Malfoy!"

"Owen, I presume."

"Yes..err..What are you doing here?"

"I think you know. May I come in?"

Owen stood back in astonishment as Draco Malfoy walked into his office. He quickly pulled out a chair and gestured for him to sit.

Draco nodded, taking the seat, "It's been a long day Owen and an even longer year. I am tired and quite frankly pissed off."

"How did you-"

"Owen," Draco interrupted, "I always get what I want. And right now what I want is Ella. I am a patient man but you and that-…woman have me at the end of my rope."

Owen shook his head, "I've already told you. Ella is busy."

"Surely she can spare one hour?" Draco sneered.

"I'm sorry, she doesn't-"

Draco stood, "I would hate for anything to happen to you or her."

Owen stood, "Are you threatening me?"

Draco flicked invisible dirty off his shirt, "Of course not."

/

Hermione was beyond pissed off. How dare he. How dare he threaten her and Owen. Didn't he know who she was?! She was Hermione-fucking-one third of the golden trio-who fucking killed Voldemort-Granger. The little blonde shit was not getting away with this.

She dialed the little shit's number.

You've reached Draco Malfoy. You know what to do.

"Listen here Mr. Malfoy, maybe in your world threats work, but don't you dare assume to come into mine with that shit. I said no. I meant no. Don't contact me or my manager again."

She slammed the phone down. Fucking Prick. That would teach him. Everyone else could cower at him, but not her. Her pride was swelling-

Beep Beep

The phone was ringing. She flipped it over. Fuck! Come on... You're Hermione-Fucking-Granger. Remember?

"What!"

"Do you always answer your phone so elegantly?"

His voice was silk. She wanted to throw the phone across the room.

"Hello."

Her mind fogged. What was she going to say?

"I know you're there. I can hear you breathing."

Panic surged through her veins. Would he recognize her voice?

"Okay, fine. Just listen then."

Fuck. Fuck.

"I wanted to ask you if you would reconsider. I know that I may have been a bit pushy... Okay I went overboard, but I really would love it if you would come sing at my engagement party. It would mean alot to my fiancée. She really is your #1 fan."

Fuck you. Fuck that slut too.

"I know you're really busy, I just thought, well, maybe just one song. Money is not an issue. I can pay any price. Name it. "

Money. It was always money with him.

She let out the breath she was holding, "Mr Malfoy, you couldn't buy me with all the money in Gringotts."

Click.

/

Draco stared at his phone. All the money in Gringotts? Gringotts? Wasn't she suppose to be...muggle? How did she know about Gringotts? He grabbed his coat and stepped into the fireplace.

"Sapna!"

Sapna came running into the living room. She threw her arms around him.

"How did it go? Is she coming?"

Draco pried her off him.

"Nana, didn't you tell me Ella was a muggle?"

She nodded, "Yes."

Draco pondered this for a moment. He supposed that Muggles could know about Gringotts. There were some Muggles that knew his kind existed. He had done business with a few. Maybe she was just more informed than most. That must be it...but how did she know, that he would know what Gringotts was? She knew he was a wizard?

"Nana, I have to go."

"But you just got here... and I missed you."

He rolled his eyes, "Do you want Ella or not?"

"Yes, but-."

He kissed her on the cheek and stepped back into the fireplace.

/

"Owen, it's not that big of a deal."

He was hyperventilating. His face flushed.

"Owen, calm down."

He was breathing heavily into a paperbag.

"Owen! "

He looked up, " He's gonna kill us... He's gonna have us killed."

She shook her head, "No. He's not."

Owen screamed, "You! You! I can't believe you said that to him. Him!"

"He threatened you. He threatened me. What was I supposed to do?!"

Owen shook his head, "Not that! Oh gods, I don't have a will! My wife! My kids!"

Hermione laughed, " You're not married and you don't have any kids."

"And now I never will!"

"You're overreacting. Calm down."

"Calm down! Calm down! It's Draco Malfoy! Oh gods. Draco Malfoy is going to-"

Her phone was ringing again. She pulled it out of her pocket and stared at it.

Owen sighed, "Answer it. It might be the last call either of us ever gets."

Hermione flinched, "It's our murderer."

Owen ran to her side. The caller ID read, Draco Malfoy.

"Answer it."

Hermione shook her head. Owen grabbed the phone, putting it on speaker.

"Hello?"

They sat in silence.

Hello?"

They didn't dare move.

"You know I can hear you breathing, right?"

Owen flinched.

"So, you're either giving me the silent treatment or cussing me out. How very bipolar of you. Anyways, I feel like we got off on the wrong foot. How about we try again. My name is Draco Malfoy. I am 30 years old and I like long walks on the beach. (He laughs) Seriously though, I would like a chance to change your mind. Maybe if you got to know me better, it would help. Shall we try? Call me back when your voice returns."

Click.

They stared at the phone. It had been over 10 minutes since he had hung up; neither of them could move. Ten more minutes passed. Hermione couldn't take it anymore. She got up and started for the door.

"Hermione! "

She didnt stop.

"Hermione wait." Owen grabbed her arm. "Take it." He pushed the phone into her hand.

She shook her head.

"Just call him back, okay?"

She shook her head.

He huffed, "Just tell him not to kill me. I'm innocent."

She rolled her eyes and walked away.

/

Draco sat in his office staring at this month's Glamour Girl cover. So this was Ella. Deep green eyes and fire red hair. He guessed she was around his age. She was wearing motorcycle gloves and a leather jacket; nothing under. He traced the curves of her breast until they met the jacket. He wondered if she was wearing any pants. The cover cut off right below her belly button.

"Mr Malfoy?"

He was pulled from his thoughts.

"Yes, Trudy."

She watched his fingers trace the picture, "Your meeting for tomorrow is confirmed."

He smiled, "How wonderful."

She was still staring at his fingers. His eyes met hers. She blushed, turning to leave-

"Trudy?"

She turned back around, "Sir?"

He smirked, "How long have you worked for me?"

"Um, two weeks sir."

"And how long have you been fantasizing about me?"

She swallowed, "Sir?"

He laughed, "It's alright. Did you like what you saw the other day?"

Unsure what to do, she nodded.

"Did you wish it was you? On your knees, sucking my dick?"

Her blush deepened and she nodded.

"Well, why don't you come here and show me."

"Sir, you're engaged."

Draco laughed again, "What does that have to do with you?"

She walked over to him as seductively as she could. He pushed his chair back and watched her. Slowly she got on her knees and unbuttoned his pants, pulling down the zipper and grabbing his dick. He was very hard and very well endowed. She stroked it a couple times.

He grabbed her chin, "Open your mouth."

She complied, as he pushed her head down. Slowly she bobbed up and down. Her mouth was so warm.

"Fuck! Suck harder! Faster," he hissed.

She obeyed, sucking fast and hard. He stood and grabbed her hair, ramming himself down her throat. Her face was turning red, she started to gag. Draco pulled her up, bending her over his desk. He hiked her skirt up over her waist and ripped off her panties. He thrusted into her hard. She yelped, but he continued ramming himself into her wet cunt. His eyes slammed shut. His mind wheeled out of control. Just a little more...just a couple more thrusts. Fuck!

She pushed him away. He fell backwards onto his chair. She climbed on top of him and slid onto his dick. His hands squeezed her buns as she rode him hard. Her breasts bounced wildly against his face. In an instant her shirt was vanished and his mouth latched onto a nipple.

She bucked wildly as he found the other breast and bit down. She was screaming now, "Oh sir. Yes. Please, sir."

His finger circled her puckered hole, "Have you ever been fucked here?" he grunted.

She nodded, "Yes, fuck my ass."

He stood, and flipped her over his desk. Hands spread her buns apart as his dick pushed in. Oh gods, it was tight. He pulled out and rammed back in. She was moaning now, begging him to fuck her harder. He grabbed her waist and began thrusting faster. Just a few more...

He pulled out and came on her back. Quickly, he vanished the mess. Too many witches wanted his seed. He would never make that mistake.

"Get out. You're fired."