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Boys Night, Girls Night	By : ginbucket009 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 66024 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Boys Night, Girls Night
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1.

“Draco, would you like some cheese with that whine?” Hermione snipped finishing the last of her breakfast.

In response all Draco did was lean his chair back on two legs and gave Hermione- an enigma and his roommate for the past two years- a good natured sneer. “You can’t be serious. What could be more important than catering our boy’s night tonight?”

Hermione gave a chuckle and gathered their breakfast dishes into the sink. She had started working in a bakery part time to loosen up some spending money. Six months after she started she owned it and had “quite a flair for business” as Mrs. Weasley liked to put it. Now her “side project” had 20 people reporting to her. Add on top her promotion to the Head of International Magical Cooperation, she was immensely successful. On that note, the boys in her life always tried to wrangle her into catering their pre-gaming festivities of boy’s night- free of charge. “Maybe because I already have a girl’s night to attend myself and can’t be preoccupied by what your selfish arse wants.”

Draco grinned and put his hands behind his head. “A girl’s night? What are you doing, braiding each other’s hair and gossiping about boys? You know you’d much rather slave over a hot stove and cater to our every need.”

“If you only knew…and thanks for making the proposition of being your free slave for a night so easy to turn down.”

“Hey, you would be sharing your,” Draco paused with a smirk that put most girl’s over the edge, “attributes with everyone, not just me; unless you’re offering.” Two pale eyebrows wiggled at her suggestively. He had noticed she finally managed her chestnut hair into an orderly curly mess, and now that it was out of the way, you could make out her heart shaped face and almond shaped amber eyes. Without the fifty pounds of books slung on her back, her petite frame lengthened, and showed off an amazing body with great legs. Draco commented on them every chance he got.

“I’ll try to act like that was the highlight of my life. Now, I made breakfast, so be a good boy and do the dishes. I have a shopping date with Ginny after work since I canceled my date for drinks-“

“-Not Mr. Normal again?” Draco found it entirely too amusing that Hermione, a good-looking, smart, clever and successful woman, never mind a witch, could have so much trouble finding a suitable guy.

“No, not Mr. Normal. This is Mr. Spoiled Trust-Fund Baby who has a devastating smile. The first part you can relate to.” Hermione added as an afterthought.

“And the dating someone who can’t relate to you is yours.” Draco drawled with an all-knowing stare. Of course he was talking about Ron, Blaise, Theo Nott, Terry Boot, and Seamus. Not one of them could have a relationship with her for more than a month, all though they all continued to try.

Hermione let it roll off her back. “I am going to be late if we keep this up. After shopping I’m meeting up with the girls. So I put dinner in the refrigerator, follow the directions and try not to burn the apartment down. I’ll see you later."

Draco snorted. “That was one time.”

Hermione grinned over her shoulder reaching the door. “You’re not the quickest man I’ve ever known.”

“Prove it.” Hermione mumbled something under her breath while she closed the door. And the next thing Draco knew, his chair tipped all the way back and he fell onto the floor with a thud.

“Bitch,” he swore. But there was a smile on his face when he said it.

Hermione walked out onto the sidewalk and couldn’t help the smile on her face. It was hard to believe that in such a small space of time Draco and herself were such good friends. Immediately after graduating Hogwarts, they ended up getting jobs in the Ministry. They also ended up commiserating together over several bottles of wine the lack of available apartments near the ministry. And so it became apparently logical that once Draco found a decent, ok, beautiful apartment, that he offered the roommate position to her. Of course, he didn’t stay on at the ministry long. His father retired and gave him the keys to the kingdom, so to speak. It took nearly three weeks to convince her closest friends (aka Ron and Harry) that it wasn’t such a big issue to be living with Draco. Honestly, they acted like they weren’t good friends with him since the chaos ended. But as Ron said, “I know you can take care of yourself. It’s the reputation of him I don’t want you mixed up with.”

Hermione snorted at that.

True, he had many, ahem, partners the last couple years. A couple the same night, but as both Harry and Ron knew, she could handle herself. After checking in at the bakery to make sure everything got off to a good start, she directed her steps to the ministry. When she walked into her new office, Hermione smirked when Draco was already poised on her desk waiting for her. “After that fall I wasn’t sure you’d be able to sit for a week.”

“Oh I fully intend to get revenge on that little piece of hocus pocus.” Draco shifted awkwardly on the desk, and Hermione covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her chuckle. However, the fact that Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy Enterprises millions, was alluding to his sore nether end made her loose it and she broke out into gales of laughter. “You know- you’re starting to pick up my muggle slang, you should fix that. You’re father wouldn’t be too proud.”

Draco grinned, “He’s over it. It seems he finally realized that he only has one son, and that if he wants a grandchild, he needs to zip his lips.”

Hermione walked behind her desk and pushed Draco off her paperwork that was already gathering. “I’m sure your father already has twenty-something illegitimate grandchildren running around without his knowledge. So what brings you in here? Not to relive my victory this morning I’m sure.”

“That victory will be short lived. And as to why I’m here, its business of course. I doubt there was ever any pleasure to be had in here.” Draco gestured to the office in general, and Hermione allowed herself a secret smile. He really knew nothing about her.

“Malfoy Enterprises is going to put on a charity event which includes several international businesses. What I need from you is two-fold. I need you to organize it, and if you’ll consent, to cater the event.”

Hermione took in a little gasp. The undertaking would take up most of her time, and simultaneously put her growing bakery business in the black for years to come. “While I get your first request, are you sure you don’t want a more established and professional caterer? One who can put on an event this size?”

Draco leveled a stare at her, and despite herself, her skin tingled. Draco was good-looking, and knew it, but the pale grey eyes that looked at her were different from those she dated. His were never surprised or expected anything from her. He never seemed rattled, and never since their school days had she seen him bothered by anything. Well, maybe that one time...With immense effort she brought her back to the conversation Draco was having without her.

“- be truthful, I crave you’re cooking all the time. Why shouldn’t I share the joy with others?” Draco was smiling that evil smile which gave her an unwelcoming feeling.

“Who are the business owners that will be coming, and when is this fiasco going to be?” She asked neutrally.

“It’s a bunch of pureblood brats with trusts funds; like me, as you so rightly said, and it’s for the War Orphans Charity. It’s going to be held in four weeks. Your contact person is Viktor Krum.” The last part he said with relish.

Hermione felt herself blush terribly. Her break up with Krum eight months ago wasn’t the best thing she ever did. Not that she didn’t want to end it; she did. It was just that the conversation didn’t leave a pleasant taste in her mouth.

“I’m sure you’ll have plenty to catch up on.”

Hermione let herself clear her throat, and grabbed a drink of water. Part of Draco’s game was to keep her off balance. She can’t let him know otherwise. “You’re right, of course. He loves my stories; especially the ones where I make a fool out of you. What happened that time you made me cancel one of your dates?” She added smiling sweetly.

Draco grumbled. She always had a knack for making him look bad. She had canceled the wrong date and he spent the night in hell. “Good day Miss Prude.” “Good Day Mister Smarmy.”

Draco paused and turned around. “Only the She-Weasel can call me that.”

“ ‘Mione! Over here!” Hermione looked around and spotted a familiar red head waving frantically outside a store.

She raced over and gave her a big hug. It had been weeks since she saw her. “Ginny you look great!”

“And you’ll look better once we get you some new clothes.”

“Thanks a lot Gin.” Hermione laughed.

“Let’s get to work here. You’re way behind the times, especially for the place we’re going tonight.” He clenched her hand and pushed her through the store door. Hermione saw luxurious material and a squat little lady with too many accessories hurrying over to them. Ginny introduced them, and as it turns out, had made an appointment.

“Gin you still haven’t told me where we’re going tonight. How can I spend an exorbitant amount of money on lingerie and clothes if you don’t give me an idea?” Hermione complained as she was fitted into a red lace corset.

“You’re buying that, by the way. It’s some new club that put me on the list.” Ginny said dismissively.

Hermione rolled her eyes. As the Head of the Holy Head Harpies, Ginny had a sort of glamour that many people found impressive. She was famous and got many a deal on grand openings, vacations, and well, anything. Add to the fact she was engaged to the Boy Who Lived, she was practically royalty.

Two hours and many, many, many different undergarments and outfits later, the clothes for the evening were finally decided on. “I really don’t think I have any more room for these clothes. I’ll need another wardrobe.” Hermione looked over her shoulder at her reflection. She had picked a skintight little black dress. It had a low v-neck on the front and back, which had a charm in it so she could go braless, and showed off her legs that were in gold strappy stilettos. She paid for all the other things she “just had to have” and made sure they would be altered and delivered during the week.

Ginny settled for an electric blue dress which made her flaming hair even more of a focal point.

“You know Harry won’t be able to keep his hands off you in that dress.”

“This is precisely why he won’t see until later on tonight.” Ginny grinned. Hermione felt like she was missing something, but let it be.

Draco strutted into Potter’s flat and felt a smile on his face. Odd that a couple years ago they we’re sworn enemies. Now they acted as though it never had been. “Pothead, I’m sorry to report that I couldn’t persuade your indomitable best friend to cater for us tonight. She said something about going out with the She-Weasel.” Well, almost never been.

Harry threw him a beer and gestured to a chair. Not everyone was there yet, just Ron and Harry, but the apartment would fill up fast. “I’m not surprised. Ginny said they were going shopping, which means their night is going to be ridiculous.”

“I’ve never heard of these girl-nights Mione was going on about.” Draco started.

“They were postponed for a bit, the timing wasn’t right.” Ron interrupted.

“I still don’t see why she couldn’t take the time to make something tasty though. It’s not like they do anything worth mentioning.” Draco drawled taking a swing of the beer. Harry and Ron looked at each other, and then back to Draco with surprise. “What?”

Harry again looked at Ron, weighing his words, but then abandoned it and was frank. “Do you never see Hermione before she goes out?”

“She always wears that trench coat she has, nothing special.” Draco shrugged.

“Unbelievable. And you’ve never seen her drunk?” Ron stared at him.

“What’s so unbelievable? No, actually I haven’t.” Draco felt himself starting to get peeved. “Spit it out Weasel.”

“You live with her for two years, and you know nothing about her.” Harry answered for him.

“What do you mean I know nothing about her? I know plenty about her.” Indeed, he knew her favorite pajamas were a pair of boy shorts and an oversized t-shirt (his, which she stole, little witch). He knew that when she cooked dinner she loved to listen to jazz music. He knew that brownies and vanilla ice cream was her favorite dessert. He knew from a heated argument, that sex with Ron never did it for her. That of course, he was sworn to secrecy. That was one of his biggest victories to date.

“So you know what’s under that trench coat?” Ron sneered. “Clothes I would assume.” He responded dismissively.

Now it was Harry’s turn to sneer. “Not quite. How should I put this? ‘Mione has a, um, very special side,” he said delicately.

Ron snorted. “Take it from me, special doesn’t cover it. That girl is a freak.” When he saw Draco start to argue, he corrected himself. “In all the best ways, I assure you.”

Draco was interested. “Tell me something true, because I don’t believe it.”

“Do you know Hermione’s motto?” Harry asked, and when Draco shook his head, he pressed on. “You only live once.”

“Sounds like fact to me.”

“‘Cept it tends to spill over into other aspects of her life. Hermione has more of a kinky side that most people would never expect. She’s freaky, but I like it.” Ron added.

Draco rolled his eyes, shook his head, and pretended not to believe. In truth, his interest was peaked. Maybe it was time to get to know his roommate even better.
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