'Ah. Miss Granger, right on time.'

It was a crisp March midnight. The day before, Dumbledore had informed Hermione Granger in the middle of the Ancient Runes class, that she would be the student speaker for the annual parent-teacher meeting at Hogwarts. She was selected because, as always, she received the highest grades in the whole class in all of her midterm exams. On top of that, she was also a prefect. It's got to be her and no one else. Later that day, she quickly prepared a short speech. Now she's here for the rehearsal in the great hall. The great hall is always occupied from dawn until dusk, so midnight was really the only time for it.

In the eerie silence, Hermione walked closer to the entrance of the great hall. In her sleepiness, she noticed an extra lamp on the head table. She walked a few more steps, and the lamp turned out to be none other than the shiny platinum blond head of Lucius Malfoy. He sat at the head table as if he were a King on a throne.

'Now, I believe you two know each other. Lucius, this is Miss Granger, our student speaker. Miss Granger, Lucius as the head of the board of governors will present a speech right before you.' Dumbledore said calmly.

Of course, she knew who he was. She had seen him a few times, on the school grounds or at platform 9 ¾ with Draco, but never, never so closely.

'It's a pleasure, Miss Granger.' Lucius Malfoy shook her hand and nodded curtly.

'Likewise, Mr Malfoy.' Hermione managed a small smile.

'Now, let us begin. Distinguished parents, esteemed members of the Board of Governors, respected professors, and dear students…'

'Now, please allow me to introduce the head of the board of governors, Mr Lucius Malfoy.'

Lucius rose lithely from his seat and walked to the podium in long strides. This was when Hermione noticed that his long hair was in a single pigtail, tied neatly in a black bow.

Hermione sat at the front of the Gryffindor table. As Lucius gave his elegant speech to the nonexistent audience, she couldn't help but notice the way his Adam's apple twitched when he talked. Under the dim candlelight, his cold grey eyes seemed even brighter. His nose was very large - was it because of too many flares of his nostrils? His lips were incredibly thin. His large hands, clad in leather black gloves, skimmed the podium lightly. Her eyes moved down to his black dragonhide boots. In every way, he really was handsomer than Adonis and devilishly charming. At the same time, she felt her teeth going slightly numb and a strange sensation in her lower stomach.

Get a grip, Hermione! He's your bully classmate's father, for Merlin's sake!

'Miss Granger, it's your turn now.' Said the drawling voice.

'Miss Granger?'

'Miss Granger!'

'Oh right, sorry I got carried away.' Hermione blushed beet red, put a strand of out-of-place bushy hair into her hair clip and stood up, walking to the podium. She licked her lips, cleared her throat and began. When giving her speech, Hermione could've sworn she felt his sharp quizzical gaze on her from behind.

At last, the rehearsal ended. 'That was splendid, Miss Granger. Just remember to say "Thank you, Mr Malfoy" at the beginning of your speech for a smooth transition. Now the two of you can go to bed. I may fancy myself a lemon drop or a nice toffee.' Dumbledore flicked his hand and all the candles went off.

Once they were out of the great hall, Dumbledore joyfully walked away in the left direction while Hermione and Mr Malfoy walked in the right direction. In the corridors, Hermione was so glad that the dim lights in the corridors made her blush less evident. She strutted happily. She was going to make such a good impression in front of all of the Hogwarts parents! What a huge slap in the face of those arrogant Slytherin and/or pureblood parents!

'Why are you strutting like that, pray tell, Miss Granger?'

'I got the highest marks in my class in all my midterm exams, Mr Malfoy.'

'As a school governor, I am well aware of this achievement. Excellent, your devotion to your studies is admirable. A rightful choice for a Gryffindor prefect, indeed.' Hermione grinned at his praise. 'Thank you.'

'Yes, yes…you didn't actually believe I meant that, did you?' Lucius' polite façade suddenly dropped and turned into a vicious sneer. 'What a naïve little bookworm you are. My son has informed me of your nickname - the brightest witch of her age. How utterly cringeworthy. But you haven't the slightest grasp of the real wizarding world. You can't even be referred to as a witch, because you don't belong here.'

'What?'

'You see, Miss Granger, you lack real-life experience. In a life-and-death situation, your precious grades won't be of any help. And once you can't find a decent job in the wizarding world and your galleons run out, you'll have no choice but to go back to that filthy muggle world where you belong. Oh, the irony. Good night.' He whispered his password to his portrait door.

'Wait a minute! I'm not done with you yet, Mr Malfoy!' With her sudden adrenaline rush, Hermione caught his almost closing portrait door and walked in.

Mr Malfoy took his cloak off and hung it over his chair. He poured himself a bottle of firewhiskey, leisurely sat down, and looked at her amusedly. 'By all means continue with your show, Miss Granger.'

'Don't you dare underestimate me, Mr Malfoy. I am a fast learner, and I am capable of adapting to anything. I might even become Minister of Magic one day. You never know. And when that day comes, I will take the pleasure of seeing you grovel at my feet.'

'Become Minister of Magic one day, you say? Very well. You can start by finishing this glass of firewhiskey.' He poured a full glass for her. 'Surely, one cannot climb the ministry ladder without handling a simple drink.'

Hermione hesitated for a moment, then drank all of it in one go. The burning feeling in her throat made her cough.

'That was but the most basic skill you need. The muggle-loving fool Dumbledore…'

Hermione walked closer to him, almost a bit too close. 'No, don't insult Dumbledore, he's a far greater wizard than you'll ever be!'

'Oh really? Your allegiance to Dumbledore is very touching. So why don't you prove it? He just said we should go to bed.' With that, he turned around and unzipped the fly of his trousers.

'That's not what Dumbledore mea-'

In a swift second, Lucius turned back, pushed her bushy head down, and forced his erect cock firmly into her mouth.

'I am going to teach you a lesson, you filthy girl. Now you can't talk with your mouth full. This is where you belong, on your knees.'

'You can't do this!' Hermione pushed his cock out of her mouth, panting heavily.

'Can't I? You're one to talk, barging in a governor's quarters late at night, blushing like a gorilla's arse in heat. For such insolence, there will be - consequences.' He pushed her mouth back in. After many thrusts, he grunted and came in her mouth.

'Swallow it. My pureblood seed will do you wonders, little girl.'

After she finished this task, he then pushed her lying on her stomach on his huge four-poster bed. The knickers came down quickly. He saw the already congealed vaginal discharge in her knickers and knew she was ready. That night, he made sure Miss Granger learnt her place.