Sitting across from her, slightly slouching in his seat, he cannot even meet her eyes. "Your first day and assigned to me? Bet you're loving this, huh?" He finally lifts his eyes and almost flinches at the way she is looking at him. Her eyebrow lifted and a slight smirk on her face. "Listen, Malfoy. If you want, I can see if Mr. Thurrow has another Personal Assistant position available." She was...was she teasing him? Being playful?

Draco had served two years probation for his actions during the Second Wizarding War. Being as he was underage and under duress beginning the summer before his sixth year at Hogwarts as well as being forced to take The Mark, the Wizengamot went easy on him.

Lucius Malfoy was not so lucky. He was found guilty of war crimes, torture, use of Unforgivables, as well as the abuse and neglect of his wife and child. He will rot in Azkaban prison for the rest of his miserable life.

Draco's mother was living at the family's manor. She had been granted a dissolution of her marriage and was starting anew. Her son was now the head of House Malfoy and liquidated Malfoy Industries, instead wanting to work his way up through the DMLE.

Hence why today he is beginning his first day in the DMLE as the Personal Assistant to the Head Legal Counsel, Hermione Jean Granger. "No need, Miss Granger. Just nervous about my first day. Do you have anything for me to put on your calendar? Any files or research that you need assistance with?"

She smiled and got a list out of errands she needed completed before her meeting with the Wizengamot later that afternoon. "We can go to lunch at 12:30, then we will have an hour to go over the Reynolds case file before our meeting with the Wizengamot at 3 o'clock. I will be taking you with me to all of my meetings so that you get hands on experience."

Draco sat up straighter and cleared his throat, "That sounds fantastic Miss Granger." Hermione looked at him strange. "What?" He self consciously looked down at his suit checking for dirt or a stain before swiping at his face. "Is there something on my face?"

She simply tilted her head and smiled softly at him. "No, it's just..." She stood up, prompting him to do the same. Hermione stool her hand out for him to shake. "Welcome to the team, Draco. And you can call me Hermione. We are not so formal around here," she leaned closer and whispered, "Except Mr. Thurrow, Howard. He always wants to be called 'Mr. Thurrow', so be sure you do."

Draco stood, dumbfounded. She called him Draco. Told him to call her by her first name. She treated him like a human being not some monster that most still treated him like. It had been two years since someone other than his mother or best mates treated him decently. Well, Potter had come around a few times for tea with his mother and was cordial, but they were far from friends. "Um, Ah, thanks for the tip...Hermione."

Hermione practically shivered at the way he purred her name. She felt a tug in the pit of her stomach. She shook her head and smirked before gesturing to the door. "Come, let's get down to the archives. We need to pull some past case files that deal directly with illegal sales and trading. The Reynolds' solicitor is claiming that the Wizengamot is trying for jail time because of his Muggleborn status. It's a very slimy situation. Shall we?"

He gestured to her to go through the door first then walked towards the lifts, ignoring the red headed man who watched him with squinting eyes and a sneer. "So, it's true?" Hermione stops and Draco notices her deflating shoulders. "They hired the Ferret as your P.A.?" Ronald Weasley, one third of the "Golden Trio", Harry Potter's best friend and ex-boyfriend of Hermione Granger. He was an Auror and couldn't help but boast about it ti anyone and everyone he met.

Hermione turned around to face him, unconsciously pulling Draco behind her. The move going unnoticed by Ron. "Ronald," she said in a warning tone, "Do not start." The man spluttered and choked on his words he wanted to spit out.

"Come on 'Mione." He began, but she cut him off.

"And stop calling me by that ridiculous nickname, damn it. You know I hate it. Draco and I are busy, please make yourself useful to Harry and Megan, your partner? Right? Do all of the paperwork you've been slacking on, yeah?" She turned back around and nodded towards the lifts again so Draco began to walk, but then he heard it.

"Frigid bitch." Ron practically spat the words out as they passed him.

Draco immediately whirled around, "Apologise, Weasley!" Ron huffed a laugh. "I don't take kindly when a woman, especially someone as intelligent and magnificent as Hermione, is treated with disrespect. Now, apologise." Draco's hands were in fists. He knew he could not hit an on duty Auror, especially when he still had three years left on his probation.

"No fucking way!" Ron laughed and looked at them both incredulously, "he's got the hots for you!" He continued to laugh as he watched Draco's face become red. "Good luck with that Malfoy! Her legs have a permanent sticking charm!" It was then Harry came out and slapped Ron upside his head. "Oi!"

"Shut the fuck up you twat." Harry saw Hermione's face pinched and her flushed cheeks. She was embarrassed. "Leave her the fuck alone or I'll get Megan to hex your balls." Harry walked over and shook Draco's hand. "Welcome to the team Malfoy. Ignore Ron. He's just still pissed because Hermione here won't give him the time of day." Harry hugged his other best friend and sister before kissing her temple. "Hey sis."

They walked to the lifts. "Meeting with the Minister again, Harry?" Hermione asked, trying to forget the incident that had just occurred. Draco Malfoy had stood up for her. It did things to her. Images of her pulling him into her arms and kissing him senseless popping into her mind.

"Yeah, Kingsley wanted to go over the new recruit files with me. Archives?" He knew most of Hermione's days were spent researching for upcoming cases in the vast library in the Ministry basement. She'd lose track of time and forget to eat most days, therefore he begged her to hire an assistant. It took him a few months of begging but she finally agreed when she fainted last week due to exhaustion and hunger.

Draco listened to the two friends talk. They were like brother and sister. He always thought they had a thing back in the day. Their relationship actually mirrored that of his and Pansy's. Everyone thought they were together at school but that would have been a cringe-inducing thought for them. They had known each other since birth and grew up as something akin to brother and sister or cousins perhaps. He smiled at the thought not realizing that the duo saw him.

"Whatcha smiling at Malfoy?" Harry asked with a questioning look.

"Oh, um, nothing; just listening to you guys reminds me of my best friend and I. She's is like a sister to me. Just noticing the similarities." Hermione tilted her head as if trying to puzzle the Slytherin out. "Um, Pansy Parkinson. I am sure you remember her."

Hermione chuckled, "Oh yeah, we remember her very well," she elbowed Harry's side, "don't we Harry?"

"Shut your gob, Hermione Jean." Harry hissed in a warning tone. His cheeks now cheery red.

Just then the lifts opened announcing the arrival to the sub-basement. "I'll see you for dinner Harry. Aberforth said Nev will be there tonight. Haven't seen him since he started at Hogwarts." A quick hug from her and she followed Draco out of the lifts. The doors closed and the sound of the lift leaving was heard as they signed in to enter the Ministry Archives.

"What was that all about?" She eyed him and looked up to the ceiling.

"He's going to kill me." Hermione chuckled. "During the last tea Harry had with your mother, Pansy stopped by to drop off some new robes for your mum. She stayed for a while and they talked. Apparently, she intrigues him. In other words..."

"Potter's got the hots for Pans!?!? Oh! Sweet Salazar! That's fantastic!" He let out a deep throaty laugh that make her stomach flutter.

'Jesus! Get yourself together Hermione! You're a 21 year old woman not some flighty teenager!' She chastised herself. "Yes, well, he's not been on a date since his breakup with Ginny last year. She the first person he has actually shown any interest in. He has trust issues since Gin cheated on him with Oliver Wood during the Quidditch Award Banquet. He was on a mission and couldn't make it. Well, I am sure you read about it in the Prophet."

"I have not read that trash since Sixth year." He said offhandedly.

"Fourth year for me. That Rita Skeeter bitch sure had it out for me. Still does apparently." Hermione shrugged then showed Draco the filing system and how to summon what files they needed. It was a very productive morning.

She was impressed with his professionalism and organisational skills. "Hermione, look at this here." He showed two separate cases that the wizards in question had committed the same illegal trading but with totally different rulings.

The first wizard, a Mister Rollins, was a Pureblood caught selling Acromantula Venom in Knockturn Alley. He received a 500 galleon fine.

The second wizard, a Mister Sanford, was a Muggleborn caught selling the same thing in the same place. He received a five year sentence in Azkaban.

"They were more severe on the Muggleborn!" She huffed. Draco checked the dates.

"These cases were only one year apart. No laws were changed during that time so there is no logical reason that Mister Sanford would get hard time in Azkaban and not just pay a fine." Draco looked at a few more papers in the file. "And look!" He showed her Gringott's banking statements for both wizards. "Both men are well off. Mister Sanford could have easily paid the fine."

Hermione stared at the wizard beside her. He seems just as appalled at the blatant discrimination against the Muggleborns, Mister Reynolds and Mister Sanford. "Excellent work, Draco! I knew I made the right choice!" She hugged him quickly then backed away blushing. "Oh! Um, sorry!"

Draco rubbed the back of his neck, "No worries, Granger, I mean, Hermione." Something she said caught his attention then. 'I knew I made the right choice!' He looked at her then. "Wait, you...you chose me?"

She huffed a laugh, "Well, I already knew that you were intelligent. You had the highest marks out of the males in our class with me being first in the female population. You had six N.E.W.T.S. to my seven. You have ambition and drive. You want to work your way up through the department with becoming an advocate for young witches and wizards being your top goal. Out of all of the candidates, your application was precisely what I was looking for in my assistant. Plus, I feel that you are not as big of a prat as you tried to portray yourself in school."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuckety Fuck! Could this witch be more attractive? She was a dream. He felt his blood pumping through his veins. He was just standing there gobsmacked. 'Say something you bloody idiot!'

"Hermione. I. Merlin, I don't know what to say. Thank you." Was she blushing? Oh shit! She is! 'Don't do anything stupid Draco!' He stepped forward landing in front of her. She had to look up because of how tall he was. Her chest was heaving. Their eyes met. Her lips parted slightly, the sweet smell of peppermint hitting his face. "Fuck." He whispered it before grabbing her waist and pulling her into a bruising kiss.

He was kissing her! Oh God! Draco Malfoy was kissing her! And she was enjoying it immensely! She couldn't stop the moan escaping her throat. Hermione pushed him back, her chest heaving from the rush of emotion.

"I'm sorry! Oh shit! I don't know what came over me! You're just so fucking sweet and beautiful and your, well, you. And fucking hell! I'm gonna get sacked, aren't I? I'm," he stopped as she pushed him into the chair behind him, straddling his lap.

"You're not getting sacked." She grasped the back of his head and crushed her lips to his. "Oh, fuck. Draco!" He took her ass in his large hands and began kneading her cheeks as he ground his rock hard erection against her covered core. The sound of the lift landing hard outside the Archive door brought them to a harsh reality. They were at work. At work, in the Ministry! What the fuck were they doing?

Quickly, he helped her get back on her feet and she rushed to the chair on the opposite side of the table they were working on. She discreetly cast a charm to fix his hair as he will his erection to go away. The door opened and a witch came in greeting Hermione.

"Morning, Hermione. Well, afternoon I should say. It's quarter past noon. Oh, is this the assistant? Hello, Mary Champion. Misuse of Muggle Artefacts." Now, erection free, Draco stood up and shook her awaiting hand.

"Draco Malfoy." He saw her eyes widen and she looked at Hermione before letting go and backing away slowly.

"Yes, Mary. This is Draco. He's excellent. Already helped me figure out a corruption issue and he just started this morning. If you'll excuse us though, it is getting close to lunch." Hermione saw the nervousness in the witch's eyes. She could also see Draco tense up at Mary's not so subtle looks just screaming, "DEATH EATER! DEATH EATER!"

Mary stuttered over her salutations, "En-enjoy your lu-lunch." Then they both left to get to the lifts, casting a quick copy charm to save the evidence they found.

As soon as the lifts started, Hermione was kissing him once more. Draco smiled as she pulled away. Who'd have thought that he would be making out with Hermione fucking Granger on his first day of work as her Personal Assistant! He held her by the waist. "So, lunch?" They both laughed.

Two weeks later

They had won the Reynolds case. They had also, in proving prejudiced corruption in the Wizengamot, helped free Mister Sanford. "Thank you! Thank you both!" Mister Sanford gushed as he shook Hermione and Draco's hands.

"Yes, thank you so much for helping my husband. The children cannot wait to see their papa." Mrs. Sanford was smiling at them with shining eyes. Her husband held her closer and kissed the top of her head.

"I've missed them so much. They must be so big now." Almost two years in Azkaban was stolen from him. "Now, let us go home, my sweet." Turning back towards Draco and Hermione, he thanked them one last time before disappearing down the hallway, his wife tucked to his side.

"This calls for a celebration, don't you think?" Draco whispered to her, his voice gruff and thick with lust.

They took the lifts up to the Atrium, heading towards the queue for the Floos. They had already agreed to meet back at Hermione's house so the need to speak while they waited was not needed.

Their relationship was still in the early stages. That first day, the most intimate they had been. Every now and then they would hold hands. Gentle caresses as they passed by one another.

They talked. Not just about cases but about the past, the war, their families, friends, books. They had intellectual discussions and challenged each other. It surprised both of them; how easy they seemed to get along and feel safe with one another. Trust each other.

Hermione went through first, followed shortly thereafter by Draco. The lights were dim. He didn't see her at first. Draco's jaw dropped at the site before him.

"Fuck."

The soft lighting made her look as if she were an angel, standing there; naked and waiting for him. She crooked her finger, motioning for him to come closer. He visually swallowed; practically panting as he came closer.

"Granger, you're beautiful, you know that?" Hermione pulled his tie so that he was flush with her body.

"And you, Mr. Malloy, are so damn sexy." She kissed him slowly before pulling away. "And wearing way too many clothes." She backed away down the hall, watching as he removed his blazer and ripped off his emerald green tie. The closer she got to her bedroom, the more clothes disappeared until all that was left were his black boxer-briefs.

Draco watched as Hermione crawled onto her bed. She turned around then lay back on her white down comforter. He was almost impressed by the lack of red and gold. Smirking at her, he finally divested himself of his last item of clothing. An impressive erection made her mouth water.

Hermione's heart was beating so hard from the anticipation of what was about to happen. She had been dreaming about him every night for the past two weeks.

He hovered over her and kissed the corner of her mouth. "Gods, Granger. You have no idea how long I have wanted you." He kissed her hard then, her knees opening up and making room for him. She started exploring his hard back muscles, eventually grasping his firm ass.

"Mmmm, more Draco." The sound of his name coming from her mouth was almost his undoing. He peppered her with kisses, making his way down between her breasts where he lingered briefly to pay special attention to her perfect globes.

"Wanna taste you so fucking bad!" Draco finally lay his head between her thighs. The mix of sweet and musky smells coming from her dripping cunt was like Amortentia to him. He slowly licked a strip up her and her moans had him diving deeper.

Hermione grabbed the top of his head, her nails scratched his scalp until she got ahold of a fistful of hair. "Oh god! Yes! Oh Draco!" He sucked onto her clit as he slid two fingers into her wet pussy, "Oh fuck! Fuck!" He'd hardly ever heard her cuss and it made him even harder knowing that it was because of the way he was pleasuring her. "I need you! Please!"

He removed his fingers then, as her eyes locked with his, he licked and sucked his digits clean. "Mmm, so sweet. Like honey." His voice was raspy and she didn't even think she could ever want any man more than the one above her. He kissed her, letting her taste herself on his tongue. He hovered above her, the tip of his dick ready for entry. "Are you sure? Hermione?"

She met his questioning stare. Her hand cradled his cheek and she watched as he closed his eyes and leaned his face into her touch. "I have never been more sure of anything in my life." The blinding smile he gave her had her smiling back just as brightly.

He knew with those words that he loved her. Draco Malfoy was in love with Hermione Granger. He slowly entered her, feeling the tightness of her walls sucking him into her deeper. "Oh fuck! You're so tight." He felt her arms slide around his torso then up around to his shoulders. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist and slowly lifted herself as her feet met his backside, pushing him to the hilt.

They both moaned in unison at the feeling of complete fullness. Draco pulled almost all the way out before slamming back down into her sopping wet cunt. "So fucking wet for me! So fucking perfect. You're so fucking perfect!" He said the mantra as he hammered into her, listening to her screaming out in pleasure. Chanting his name over and over as if she couldn't stop the way saying it made her feel.

"I love you!" He shouted as he emptied his seed into her, painting her insides. Hermione's heart stopped as she saw the look of adoration in his eyes. He kissed her gently then repeated his confession. "You don't have to say it back but I cannot deny my feelings anymore." Hermione combed his hair back from his face.

"I care for you, Draco. There's no denying that. But it's only been two weeks. Are you sure you don't just think you love me? Infatuation can make things blur a bit." He shook his head before rolling away from her.

"I have never said that to anyone before, other than my mother. Granger?" He turned to his side, facing her, his elbow bent so that his head could lean on his hand. "I may have been a bit infatuated with you in school," that confession surprised her, "but since that first day two weeks ago? You were the first person since the war to treat me as an equal. Treat me as if my past would not haunt me for the rest of my life. I love you, Hermione Jean; I am in love with you."

Hermione sat up, bringing the sheet to her chest. "Draco, I like you. More than a friend." She giggled. "You make me feel alive again and it scares me a bit; knowing that you used to hate me." He sat up then and shook his head.

"I didn't though. I never hated you. I tried, Salazar's balls did I fucking try, but I couldn't. You were like this new puzzle that I couldn't figure out. Everything I was ever taught told me that I should hate you. It was like this faint buzzing in the back of my head. You were Muggleborn. You were supposed to know nothing of the Wizarding World and yet there you stood, reciting facts about magic, completing spells I had never once tried and succeeding. My little swot." He pulled her into his lap, tucking her hair behind her ears.

"Did you know that I got sick the first time I called you that slur?" The need to say Mudblood was not needed; they both knew what slur he meant. She looked at him, brows furrowed. "I had only just heard the word that past summer when I overheard Lucius ranting about how you had bested me in grades for the school year. He was explaining to Mother why he had struck me."

Hermione looked worried and a bit guilty knowing that his father was cruel to him because she had better grades. "Don't look at me like that. I deserved it. He was yelling at me and I told him that you were 'bloody brilliant' and the 'brightest witch I have ever known.' Then the clincher, 'I'm gonna marry her someday!' He smacked me so hard I saw stars." Draco chuckled at the memory now because his father was no longer that man.

"He's not like that anymore though. He sees a Mind Healer twice a week. Lucius has been brainwashed since infancy to believe in such bigoted ideas, and he has taken great strides in cleansing his mind of the hatred instilled by his own father and grandfather." Hermione felt her jaw go slack.

She had not heard a word about Lucius Malfoy other than his sentencing. "Have you spoken to him about me?" She watched as he smirked then nodded his head. "And?"

"I visit him once a week. It has been helping him with his Mind Healer sessions in Azkaban. And, he told me that he couldn't think of a more deserving witch to carry on the Malfoy name." Her heart really stopped then.

He watched as all the blood drained from her face before she fainted. "Rennervate." Hermione opened her eyes and blinked slowly.

"Merlin's beard! Are you alright, Granger?" Draco was still holding her in his arms.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." Draco chuckled.

"You passed out when I told you my father gave me his blessing." He laughed again when her big, brown eyes practically jumped out of their sockets. "Calm down, love. I'm not proposing." He smirked again, "Yet." She kissed him then. She couldn't help it. She could see herself saying yes when he asked the question too. Maybe she was in love with him as well. But she wouldn't say it. Not yet.

A/N: Why am I doing this? Another story and I have finished the others? I just had this pop in my head! I had to write it down.