A/N: Whilst I know I have many other projects which I am disastrously behind on and need to address at some point… I have been moved by a dramionely wind to produce this smutty little ficlet. I was initially aiming for a one-shot but I found a fun end point for a part 1, so the smut will be in part 2. Enjoy the build up and please review.

Love Moon x

Chapter 1

"Lunch?" Ginny asked as her bottom landed with a thunk on Hermione's desk. "Harry's got the boys today so I have the whole afternoon to myself."

"Yes. Please." The older witch responded, looking up at her best friend. Well, best female friend. "Anything to get me out of this place. I swear if Malfoy makes me file his paperwork one more time, I may just have to slap him again."

The ferret had atoned for his sins over the last six years and rose through the MLE ranks splendidly. Hermione would be proud of him if it weren't for the fact that she still had a sodding desk job. She wasn't sure if it was because she was a woman or a muggleborn but either way, given her experience 'in the field' from before she was even of age, the whole thing was just wrong.

On top of that… Malfoy… the bastard… had grown up to be polite, sincere, hard-working and of all the rotten luck… sexy as hell. His stupid perfect hair and smouldering, stormy eyes made Hermione half ga-ga every time he dropped in his daily reports. She was sickened with herself that if he was within ten feet of her, that her knees would buckle at his cologne. It made her feel pathetic and she hated feeling pathetic.

It wasn't quite as bad when she was seeing someone but it had been a lonely summer and now, with September drawing closer, she wanted someone to cuddle up to when the nights grew chilly. When she allowed her mind to wander into the realms of fantasy, Malfoy had filled that role. Such a shame he's still a sneering git who wouldn't look at me twice. Who was she kidding? What she wanted, what she needed, was to get laid.

"Where do you fancy? The Leaky?" Ginny's voice broke through her inner monologue.

"Nah. I was in there yesterday." And Malfoy was there. "What about the Three Broomsticks? I have a half day anyway so we can pop up to Hogwarts, see Minerva."

"Sounds good. Are you ready to go?"

"Definitely. Get me out of here." Hermione responded. Already grabbing her handbag and wand.

The Three Broomsticks wasn't busy but there were maybe ten people dotted about the place as the two witches walked in. The constant fawning gratitude had finally died down every time she went somewhere public but there were still a few stares. She ignored it.

They found one of the smaller booths with a view of the bar and the door. It was an intentional spot so they could enjoy a round of rating the attractiveness of the visible wizards. Hermione usually enjoyed it, even though she admitted to herself it was a very shallow pastime. Sometimes a girl just needed to be shallow. But, and she'd confided this to Ginny on their journey; sometimes shallowness barely came into it at all and that was how Hermione was feeling today. It wouldn't matter if they were tall, short, fat, thin, young, old or even Slytherin. She just wanted to feel the weight of a man on top of her again.

Ginny went up to the bar first, whilst Hermione looked around at the other patrons. There were two faces she recognised… Professor Snape (having been saved by Narcissa Malfoy and exonerated by Harry's testimony) and Lucius Malfoy (money saved him and his wife and son saying everything he did was under duress and he hadn't even had a wand for the last two years of the war) were sitting in another small booth off to the right. Both nodded their heads in recognition when she caught their eye.

"Have you seen who's here?" Hermione asked as Ginny returned, gesturing toward the former Death Eaters.

"Go on then... has Snape's rating gone up or down since last time?"

"Up. I'm desperate." Hermione said miserably.

"Really?" Ginny asked, perking up.

"Well probably not when I'm feeling normal but I'm practically in heat it's been so long."

"So out of ten? Right now, if you had to pick a number…"

"I don't know, Gin. Maybe an eight."

"Wow. You really are hard up. How did he go from a five to an eight?"

"Well… after last time we saw him, I got to thinking…"

"Yeeeeees…."

"About how, you know, intense he is… I wondered if that intensity might transfer to…"

"Go on…"

"Bending me over his…"

"Good afternoon ladies." Came the rich, knicker-wetting baritone of Severus Snape.

Hermione's head immediately ducked to hide the insta-blush that making her feel like a beetroot.

"Hi," she squeaked from the waterfall of curls she was using to hide her face.

"Hello, Professor Snape. Don't mind Hermione, she's just… erm…"

"Embarrassed, I imagine after being so candid about her imagination."

"Oh, just kill me now," Hermione whispered from under her curly sanctuary.

"Not today, Miss Granger. Just out of curiosity…" He began, winking at Ginny, "Would you say my eight of ten more or less likely to best the score you believe worthy of Lucius?"

"What?" Hermione asked, her head snapping up, her eyes meeting the dark amusement in the Professor's dark inquiring gaze. She missed Ginny's hand covering her mouth to hide a bubbly bout of giggles.

"Lucius and I couldn't help but overhear your little game, you see. He bet me that his score would beat mine. Twenty galleons, Miss Granger."

Incredulously, Hermione's eyes slid towards the blonde-Adonis of an ex-Death Eater who was sitting three booths away. His hair flowed like a waterfall of liquid white gold down his back; his robes pulled taut over powerful shoulders. She felt something clench a little inside her.

"Well…" he asked impatiently as he watched her appraise his friend.

Hermione wracked her brain for a way out of this dilemma and then it hit her… yes!

"I'm afraid Mr Malfoy is disqualified." She said confidently, smiling as if she were the cat that got the cream.

"On what grounds? I'm afraid he is rather particular when it comes to bets. He will not let it go without good reason."

Hermione gulped, took a deep breath and answered.

"I'm really not into ex-death eaters." She said a lot more quietly.

"I see. You realise that I fall into that category too, Miss Granger?" He gave as a rebuttal, becoming genuinely curious as to where she would take this.

"Your tenure as a Death Eater really doesn't count, sir, given that you were on our side for ninety percent of the time. But if you think that might hurt his delicate ego…" Hermione thought of Draco, "Just tell him I'm not into blonds. Or pompous, preening peacocks. Take your pick."

"I shall do that Miss Granger. Would you allow me to buy you both lunch with my winnings? It's only fair."

"That would be lovely, Professor. Thank you." Ginny answered, noticing Hermione had comically dropped her jaw in sudden dumbfoundedness.

"I shall inform Rosmerta then that I shall be attending your tab today. Mrs Potter…" he nodded, "Miss Granger." Another nod, before walking off with a smirk, disbelief shuttering through his mind that he had finally had more interest from a girl than Lucius. Even if it was hypothetical, it was a first.

"It seems I won our little wager, Lucius." Severus said smugly, taking his seat opposite his blond friend.

"So it would seem, although the girl's reasoning was hardly sound." Lucius replied with a pinched expression. "My Death Eater days are long behind me, my hair is divine and the pomposity and preening… well, I suppose I can give her that one." He finished on a smirk.

"We both know what you want to give her Lucius."

"Oh please. It's just a little fun. Besides, you know Draco has had a thing for her for years. It hardly seems fair to…"

"OHHHHH, TWENTY-FIVE THOUSAND." Came a loud explanation from across the pub. Granger's voice exclaiming caught the attention of both wizards.

"Seriously, H?" They heard Ginny Potter question. "I didn't know you still had a thing for Malfoy. I thought that was just a sixth year obsession when you felt sorry for him?"

"It sort of grew."

"And you never told me? That's serious points you're losing Mrs."

"What was I supposed to say, Gin…? 'I have to change my knickers every time he calls me a mudblood?' I'd have been hexed out of Gryffindor."

Ginny doubled over howling.

"It's not funny. You remember how strained things were. Before and after the war. I had to keep it to myself but it got so much worse after I healed him from those sectumsempra wounds. After I got to, you know… feel his abs."

"His abs? Since when were you that shallow?"

"I'm not… he's smart too and funny as long as the conversation doesn't involve Gryffindors. It's just… those abs…" she sighed. "I've been dreaming about those abs and the rest of him for ten years. It's why me and Ron broke up… he knew."

"I thought you and Ron broke up because of that fling you had with Charlie?"

"Ron and I weren't right for each other. I took several paths to realise that."

"Is paths some secret scholarly code word for wizards?"

"My goodness. Severus, that girl's scowl is more severe than yours."

Severus ignored his drinking companion. He always hated it when Lucius was right. If looks could kill.

"So why have you never asked him out?"

"I can't, Gin. He's…"

"He's what?"

"He's Malfoy."

"Ten years ago he was Malfoy. Now? Why can't he be 'Draco' now?

"Draco?"

"Yes. Draco. As in… 'ooo Draco, yes. Right there. That's it. Yes Draco… yes! Yes! Yes! Draco…"

"Gin…" Hermione exclaimed through gritted teeth, horrified. "Shut up! What if they're still listening?"

"Does it really matter? You're too chicken to do anything about it anyway. Honestly… you can't be that desperate or your Gryffindor need for instant gratification would've kicked in and you'd have jumped him already when he brings in those reports for you every day."

"Red has a point." Lucius commented under his breath. "Draco would hardly take more persuading than a fluttering of her eyelashes."

"Perhaps we should have some fun? Invite him to join us for lunch. I think he'd like to hear this conversation for himself, don't you?"

"I would say yes but have you ever been on the other end of that witch's wand? It stings." Lucius reminded his friend, rubbing an old wound on his shoulder from the Battle of Hogwarts.

"Coward." Severus responded simply.

"You say that as if it is news, Severus. Malfoys survive by whatever means necessary."

Severus rolled his eyes as they tuned back into the girls.

"Are you calling me a coward?" Hermione asked, mock outraged.

"If the Slytherin tie fits, wear it."

Hermione scowled.

"Fine. You know what, the next wizard to walk into this pub, I'll…"

"You'll what…? Hmmm?" Ginny egged.

"I'll… the next wizard who walks in this pub, of sound mind and acceptable age and hygiene, I'll…"

"What?"

"I'll fuck."

"I think you might be right Severus!" Lucius said with barely veiled excitement of a scheme. "Perhaps we should invite Draco for lunch. I'll ward the pub against anyone else entering."

A/N: Hurrah, I have dramione'd again. Part 2 coming soon. Please Review. :D