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Just This Once and Never Again	By : emisloser Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5270 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Draco Malfoy strode across the kitchen with slow and tired steps. His legs and arms and...other manly parts were tired and worn from last night's adventures and all he wanted to do was crawl back into bed with...whatever her name was, and sleep the day away. Unfortunately he had a meeting with the heads of Muggle Relations and there was no way in hell his superiors would let him miss it.

"Being an underdog is a necessary step in the rise to glory," his father always said. But then again, they only "glory" his father was able to reach was a cage in Azkaban.

Draco hoped to one day be the head of the Department of Magical Studies, and although he still had a long road ahead of him, he did not doubt that with his charm and his brains, he would one day reach his goal.

Malfoy pulled his shoulder length blond hair back and tied it into a low pony tail. A couple of shorter strands came loose and hung over the sides of his face, but he quickly pushed them behind his ears as he made his way to the sitting room.

"Hoggle," he called out to the empty room. In less than a second a tiny creature with long floppy ears and large brown eyes popped into existence beside him. He was wearing a thin piece of fabric, wrapped around his body like a dress.

"What can Hoggle do for you master?" the house elf asked anxiously, his long fingers clutching the sides of his shabby garment. Draco sat down in his favorite arm chair and picked up the new edition of The Daily Prophet, which sat beside his morning coffee.

"I have an important meeting to attend today. Make sure that my best robe is clean and pressed." He reached forward and took a sip of his coffee. "And make sure that the woman in my room has been dismissed before I finish my paper." Hoggle bowed low to the ground and then disappeared with a pop.

Draco crossed his leg and shifted until he was comfortable in his chair. He opened his paper with a flick of his wrists and immediately made his way to the Magical Mishaps section. His obvious favorite.

After almost an hour of reading, he drained his third cup of coffee and stood from his chair. He made his way up the stairwell to his room, and couldn't help but curse his ancestors for creating so many floors in this bloody mansion. Before his mother and father had been sent to Azkaban, Draco had enjoyed a large room on the second floor of his home. But now, being the head of the house, he slept in the master bedroom on the fourth floor. It certainly exceeded his old room, but he was starting to wonder if it was worth all the effort.

Finally reaching his room, Draco peaked inside and was pleased to find that Hoggle had followed his demands and got rid of the woman from last night.

He had brought her home after meeting her at The Witches Broom, a prestigious bar and restaurant for people of great importance. She was the daughter of some wealthy wizard, and was out with her friends celebrating her 20th birthday. She had beautiful lips and even better looking tits, and she fucked like a wildcat. Perhaps he'd call on her again sometime.

Draco tried not to stick with one woman for too long. There were far too many out there, willing and ready to jump into his bed. And who was he to deny them? Over the last couple of years he had become known as one off the most eligible bachelors in all of wizarding Britain (not to mention the best lay). He was handsome and brilliant and most importantly, filthy rich. He had not met a woman yet who didn't want to sleep with him in the first 5 minutes of meeting him, no matter how much they denied it.

Draco Malfoy was unstoppable.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Draco picked up his comb from the bathroom's marble counter top and ran it through his hair. Years had passed since he had put any product in it, he had found that most women loved to run their fingers through his soft blond hair. It now hung limply around his shoulders, unless he was hard at work or at home, which was the only time he pulled it back.

Most men would look stupid with a pony tail. Draco was often told that he looked devilishly handsome and mysterious. It was the Malfoy blessing.

Draco dressed quickly, but slowly enough to make sure that he did not wrinkle his robes. He pulled on his spotless black shoes, and then called on Hoggle to preform one last buffing to them before he left.

Draco entered the kitchen and after tucking his hair behind his ears and lifting his chin in the air, he stepped into the fireplace and was swept off to another day of work at the ministry.

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Hermione crammed a half eaten bagel into her mouth and hoped into the kitchen with one foot while trying to tie her shoe on the other. She grabbed her robe from the back of a chair and quickly tied it around her neck while running toward the counter to down her now cold cup of coffee. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun and she had a toothpaste stain on her blouse.

Of all the days to wake up late...

Hermione didn't skip a beat as she grabbed a handful of Foo powder and flung it into the fireplace. "The Ministry of Magic," she said between bites of her bagel. She stepped inside and the fire shot up around her, licking at her skin. She closed her eyes tightly, hating the way traveling by Foo powder made her feel. She had never gotten used to the way it caused her to spin in tight, wild circles, passing hundreds of fireplaces in the matter of seconds.

Once her feet made contact with solid ground, Hermione opened her eyes and walked out into the crowd of witches and wizards making their way toward the entrance of the Ministry.

Hermione stopped in front of the elevator that would take her to the conference room, and waited patiently for it to arrive. Trying, and failing miserably to stifle a yawn in the back of her throat, Hermione silently cursed early mornings and whoever invented them.

The clicking of expensive shoes and the collective sigh from the woman around her made Hermione's shoulders tense and jaw set. Just what she needed...a visit from Britain's biggest egotistical airhead.

He came to a halt by her side and lifted his sleeve with perfectly manicured nails to look at his watch. Every hair was in place and his robes were freshly pressed. Hermione stood next to him with her hair in a wild knot on the back of her head and her robes wrinkled and stained. They were exact opposites in every way imaginable.

A moment passed before his eyes shifted to stare down at her and a wicked smirk spread over his face.

"Granger," he greeted in false friendliness.

"Malfoy," Hermione muttered back in acknowledgment.

He turned his attention forward and plucked an imaginary hair from his robes. "Don't you look filthy today," he said, dropping the nonexistent hair to the ground with two long fingers.

"And you look prim and cut as usual," she replied, not having looked directly at him since he arrived.

The ding of the elevator signaled their lift as the small group of people shuffled inside. Hermione pushed her way to the back of the elevator, which was sadly, as far away from Malfoy as she could get. She watched as the women around her snuck sly glances in his direction and she wouldn't have been surprised if he'd shagged half the population around her

Slowly they emptied out, a few at a time. Some paused to wink at Malfoy as they left, and others slipped their numbers into his pocket. Hermione couldn't help but stare at the back of his head and imagine punching it so hard that his face flew forward and knocked into the elevator door. Or perhaps even taking a pair of scissors to his shiny blond hair and chopping it until he was bald in the back. Though she doubted even a bald Malfoy would sway the feminine populations vote for "Sexiest Man In the World".

Oh, he was so disgusting.

Hermione focused instead on the floor numbers as the ticked by. Closer and closer they got to what she knew to be his level. But confusion soon took over as they came to his floor and he made no move to exit. The elevator door opened, yet he stood still, and for a reason Hermione could not explain, in made her wild with annoyance.

"Ahem," said Hermione, fighting the urge to just shove him out the door.

No answer.

"Aaa-HEM," she tried again. Draco reached into his pocket and waved a tissue over his shoulder.

"Malfoy! This is your floor!" she blurted out the obvious. She heard him grunt with amusement, and her cheeks turned red with anger.

"You'd be a great bell-boy, Granger," he said in a matter of fact tone. "Perhaps you ought to look into that. You'd be doing loads more work than you're doing here." She knew that he was testing her, just trying to rile her up. Gods he was good at it.

"I work harder in a minute that you do all year. There's more to working at the ministry than just looking pretty," she snarled.

"So you've finally noticed my good looks? And here I thought you were only into women."

"I've been dating Ron for five years!"

"My point exactly."

Hermione shook her head, trying to clear the anger away. It was useless to try and talk to him, she had known that from day one. Thankfully she had finally reached her floor, but as the door opened and Malfoy stepped out before her, Hermione mentally slapped her head.

Duh. He's assistant to the Head of Magical Studies! He's here for the meeting...

It looked as if she had a long day ahead of her. The last time that she had been forced to be in the same room as Malfoy for longer than an hour was back at Hogwarts, and she had hoped to never relive those days.

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Draco and Hermione sat across from each other, both assistants to the men they sat beside, the people they both hoped to one day become. Two others sat in the room with them; Henry Copple, Chief Auror of the Ministry (the department that Harry currently worked for), and Lane Bligensworth, Head of the Department of Secret Inquiries. Both men's presence meant that this meeting was one of great importance, and Hermione felt giddy with excitement, though somewhat unsure as to why she was there.

The door opened again and in walked Arthur Snivel, the current Minister of Magic. He took a seat in the empty chair at the head of the table and folded his hands in front of him.

"There is no time to waste, so lets get down to business. A muggle woman by the name of Sarah Sanders has been abducted by a wizard named Gregory Fur. Her parents are none other then the chief executive to the crown of Britain. We have successfully held an alliance with the muggles for hundreds of years, but I fear that this incident may sway their opinion of our kind."

"What I ask of you now is to combine our forces so that we may rescue the woman and restore our bond with the muggles. They are known to be hiding out somewhere in Japan, though their exact location is unknown. It is up to the heads of our mighty Ministry to set up a duo to retrieve her."

"I'll gladly do it." said the man to Draco's left, Barty Homes, Head of the Department of Magical Studies.

"As will I," said Fraunz Gustison, Head of Muggle Relations.

The Minister smiled, but shook his head. "I'm afraid that I can't have you two running off, leaving the Ministry without your lead." His eyes shifted to look at Hermione, and then across to look at Draco. "But your assistants have been trained by you personally for the past three years, am I correct?" Both men nodded their heads, causing the minister to clap his hands. "Well what better way to test their knowledge than to send them on a quest of such importance!"

Hermione felt a cold horror pass through her veins as she glanced across at Draco, who had a similar look flash across his eyes. Before she was able to speak, the minister went on to plan the strategy and the tools they would need to accomplish this nearly impossible mission.

Though nothing could have prepared them for what was to come.

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A.N.

There's chapter number two! And guess what, there's another one waiting for you, so keep on reading.

Thanks pals!

--Eminte--
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