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CHAPTER TWO

I don't know how you convince them and get them, but

I don't know what you do, it's unbelievable

And I don't know how you get over, get over

Someone as dangerous, tainted and flawed as you

Million Dollar Man - Lana Del Ray

St. Mungo's, London.

He was ruthless. Some would call him a cold-hearted bastard, or they would if they knew him, knew his sadistic side. But only his idiotic stepbrother knew after all.

He was not a nice person, and he cringed at the mere thought of being one. Nice. Nice was overrated. Nice was pathetic. He did what he pleased, and he had realized from an early age that being nice would get him nowhere, although playing nice was a completely different matter. He was clearly intelligent, had acquired wealth all on his own and he was handsome beyond comparison. He could do whatever he wanted to, buy what he desired, and women came easy.

He fucked what he fancied. In other words, he most certainly did not do relationships or commitments. It was a bother. An unnecessary hassle. Unfortunately it was a nuisance that was expected of him, he was supposed to find the perfect woman and settle down, maybe even have a few children and play house. Not bloody likely. He abhorred children, most likely a product of his stay at that awful Orphanage, and as a result he saw no immediate future with any offspring of his in it.

And why exactly should he do what was expected of a respected and highly regarded person such as he? It was his life, and everybody else was merely there for his amusement. Not the other way around.

So why did this blonde tart, flaunting her delectable little body in front of him, insist that they should enter a relationship? That they should be more? More than what exactly? All he had ever done with her, was take her to dinner once, and had later that very same evening, proceeded to fuck her senseless. If it hadn't been for her nametag, he doubted he would have remembered her name. Mafalda Hopkirk. Thank God for nametags, a blessing which had been introduced to the hospital some time last year, as it was a very big hospital.

But how did one go from that to a committed relationship? One had to wonder. One clearly had to wonder if she had a functional brain. Maybe he should suggest a head CT? Then he could always ship her off to Angelina Johnson, the current head of Neuro. But sadly that wasn’t something he could do, despite however much he wanted to.

He was starting to get annoyed by her incessant chattering, and moved to brush her off as gently as possible. How he wished he could just tell her to fuck off and leave him alone, tell her she was no more than a quick shag, and that she was nowhere good enough to satisfy the likes of him. She had been rather plain, not to mention boring in bed. How fucking hard could it be to come across a good fuck?

But no, he couldn't just blurt all those things out. He had a bloody reputation to uphold. And it was not going to be ruined because of one of his countless conquests. He managed to get her to leave, but he knew he had to take care of her later, permanently. This was temporary peace, but he was grateful nonetheless.

He rounded the corner and came to the nurses' station, in pursuit of a journal to a post-op patient. What a bother. More nurses. He felt like he was drowning in nurses and interns lately. He very nearly groaned out loud at the thought of interns. There was nothing worse than the stuttering fumbling fools that were newly educated in the medical field, also known as interns. Surgical interns. Surgical interns placed in his care.

Did the chief resident wish for mass-murder? Scratch that, he probably had nothing to do with it. No, this smelled like Dumbledore. Meddling old coot, never knew when to mind his own business. But Dumbledore was getting old, and hopefully Tom would be the one to take over the position of Chief of Surgery, although Dumbledore would probably hinder it, or live forever just to spite him. He wouldn't put it past Dumbledore, he was almost unearthly, an omnipresent presence at the Hospital. He could rot in hell for all he cared. He had never liked Tom, and kept a close watch on him. And now he had placed surgical interns in his care for two weeks.

They were a bunch of idiots, all of them. The female nurses he could live with, as his acquaintance with them often resulted in him getting laid, but the interns were just a nuisance. He came to a halt when he noticed the curly haired woman, who sat behind the counter.

Her. The feisty one. Somehow she had seen right through him yesterday, he had no doubt about that, but not only that, she hadn't been interested. Or so she said. Her blush told him otherwise, and he prided himself on being excellent at reading people. But the way she had brushed him off and insulted him… it was refreshing. She presented a challenge.

He liked challenges.

He smirked at the thought. She would prove to be great entertainment for a few days. It had been a long time since he had last played a game of cat and mouse. He kind of missed the chase, now that he thought about it, and these past months there hadn't been much of a chase at all. Women were much too easy these days.

This one on the other hand...

She wouldn't even know what hit her. And she would probably be even more confused when he was done with her.

He would break her.

Hermione Granger was annoyed.

She had yet to reach the point where anger was hard to control and she couldn't be responsible for her actions, but she was certainly on her way. And why do you ask? Simple.

Her day had started out by her being late, very, very late.

And Hermione Granger was never late. Especially not on her first day of work, and yesterday didn't count, as it was merely an introduction. This was downright blasphemy!

She had fallen asleep yesterday on her oh so comfortable sofa, completely unaware of how long she would sleep, and she had figured a few hours tops would be it, as it usually was. But no. She had slept through the entire evening and night. She hadn't even realized she had been that tired, but if she thought logically about it, it didn't really come as much of a surprise.

She had been reading a lot lately, studying in advance for when she would start her training to be a scrub nurse. She had even pulled a few all-nighters, not to mention the fact that her friends had been coming over more recently, both Tonks and Molly. They were worried about her, and they knew her bad eating habits, when she had a project going on, which was why they stopped by so often. But in reality they only served to add more stress to the equation. Although, Molly's homemade cooking was very much appreciated. That woman could cook, and Hermione was tempted to say she belonged in the kitchen, but her feministic views stopped her. No woman belonged in the kitchen!

So in reality this incident shouldn't have come as a surprise. But her thoughts had been otherwise occupied yesterday, completely muddled by irritation and sexual frustration, so obviously she hadn't thought to set her alarm on her phone, even if that usually was a habit of hers. No matter how small a nap, she always made sure to set the bloody alarm. But the one day she had to make a good impression and be on time, she just had to sleep in.

Dolores Umbridge, head nurse, had not been impressed with her. She could almost still hear her horrible shrilly voice lecturing her of the importance of being on time, it had sounded like tortured kittens screeching whenever she spoke. Poor kittens.

Marlene had been mighty amused, as Hermione had showed up completely frazzled, curly hair whirling around utterly uncontrolled and panting because she had been running like the devil was hot on her heels.

It was safe to say that this Tuesday morning was not her best.

She was frustrated and desperately needed an outlet.

Preferably sex.

God she needed it. She fucking needed sex, and soon. How long had it been again? Six months? Or was it more? She could scarcely remember it anymore.

Her last had been Sirius, in a drunken stupor. Really classy, Hermione.

Friday could prove to be beneficial, as she was slowly beginning to see the advantages of going home with Sirius. Perhaps he would be open for an arrangement? Tonks really knew her too well.

Ugh. She needed to focus on her work. She really did, lest Umbridge would catch her shamelessly fantasizing about Sirius. As if the woman didn't hate her enough already, she really didn't need to give her another reason. Horrible toad-like woman in pink scrubs. Why couldn't she just retire, or go work somewhere far away from St. Mungo's?

"Bloody Umbridge." She grumbled under her breath.

She sighed in frustration and tried to tame her unruly hair into a high ponytail, but curly strands escaped her hold and fell to frame her face. By gathering her hair into a high ponytail she had unwittingly bared her neck, an act she was about to regret.

OoOoo

Now this was an amusing sight. The little nurse was angry already. Fuming in fact. It was almost too bad, he had enjoyed riling her up yesterday, but he was sure he could add some oil to the proverbial fire.

Her hair was wild, brown curls whirling around whenever she moved her head to the side. She wasn't what he would usually go for; somehow he mostly ended up with a tall blonde beneath him, although he did have his share of brunettes, redheads and black haired beauties.

Always beneath him.

But this woman, she was different. She wasn't extraordinarily beautiful, she wasn't overtly tall either, nor was she on the short side. She had spunk, and so far she hadn't taken any of his shite, but only time would tell if that was a one-time-thing.

But right now she was simply bewitching, with her big brown doe eyes, sparkling with fury, and her curvaceous little body. He couldn't wait to have her panting beneath him, and if she was as wild in bed as her personality suggested, he would definitely take his time with her.

He could hear her grumbling, something about Umbridge. Ah, so she had already had her share of the extraordinarily annoying woman. Not many liked her, if any at all. He idly wondered why she was even hired in the first place, but came up with no logical explanation.

He could see the brunette woman pull her hair up in a ponytail, and that's when he decided to sneak up on her. She had unwittingly bared her neck to him, not that she was aware of that fact, but she would be sure to regret ever meeting him. He would enjoy messing with her.

And what luck, no one else was around at the moment. Whatever deities were looking at the moment, he was glad they sided with him. Perhaps they found games amusing too.

Hermione was about to scream at the unfairness of it all when that happened.

"What the hell!" Hermione's eyes went wide, when she felt the unfamiliar sensation on the nape of her neck. She turned around so quickly she was sure she heard something crack, also she bumped into the desk, when she found the space much to narrow to turn fully.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?!" She screamed at the narcissistic cardio god, when she found him right behind her smirking like the cocky bastard that he was. How dare he lick her neck like that? It was an invasion of her personal space, dammit!

"I am not sure what you are referring to?" He cocked an eyebrow, challenging her with his nonchalance. She looked around and found no one in the vicinity, except for Marlene who was well on her way down the corridor.

"You know perfectly well what I am bloody referring to! You licked my neck! Who the hell does that?!" She screeched not caring who heard, although with the current lack of people no one would.

"I am sure you are imagining things, although we could arrange something involving licking." He gave her a satisfied smirk, while oozing pure sex. God, she could just rip off his clothes. NO! Bad Hermione! She was sure she looked like a deer caught in the headlights at the moment, a dangerous blush rising to her cheeks.

"How dare you! Like I would ever agree to do something like that, with the likes of you!" Her eyes flashed with anger, and she took a step forward and slapped him as hard as she could. No man got away with degrading Hermione Granger, and if he thought she was an easy lay, he had another thing coming. No matter how sexy he was.

Perhaps slapping him wasn't the best way to go about it though. His reaction was instant. Before she had time to register what happened, she was shoved hard against the desk behind her, her arms held tight in a death-grip behind her back, and one Dr Tom Riddle closer than ever before. His eyes were flashing dangerously, and she was beginning to regret her decision to slap him, but when she considered the fact that she might have been the first woman to ever do that, it brought back the satisfaction.

She glared defiantly back at him, her body pushed closely up against him. Good thing she wore a bra. She couldn't help but wonder if he worked out, it certainly felt like it. No no no no no! Bad thoughts. Shameless thoughts be gone!

"Wrong thing to do… Hermione." He glanced down at her nametag, for the first time realizing what her name was. And for the first time he was sure he would remember it. No woman had ever slapped him before.

"First time someone called you on your shite?" She retorted, a glare still very much present. If looks could kill… He really didn't seem to like her very much now. Good. She didn’t like him very much either.

He leaned in close to her, his mouth near the shell of her ear. "You are going to listen, and you are going to listen good." He paused and took his time to give a nip to the lobe of her ear. She would have melted at the sensation, if she hadn't been so furious. "If you ever slap me like that again, I will break your hand, make no mistake about that." He tightened his hold on her wrists as if to underline his threat, and a shiver went through her, his voice was as gentle as a lover's would be, but his words was cruel and promising. How the hell could that possibly be arousing?

"Understood?" He whispered and leaned back to look at her, still holding her arms behind her back. She looked wide-eyed at him. She had not expected him to react so… so violent, yet so controlled? Did that even make sense? She could only nod in compliance at him, not wanting to actually test the truth of his words. She had no doubt he would break both her wrists if he wanted to. Woman or not. How everyone else failed to see this part of him, she couldn't comprehend.

He gently eased off her and the hold on her wrists. By God they were sore! If she had bruises… She doubted suing him would actually work, that man was as slippery as a snake. He probably had friends in high places, and taking legal action against him would be a lost cause for sure.

"Good, obedience is a much appreciated virtue in a woman." He drawled out, only wanting to provoke her, and that infuriating smirk was back in place. She could see the red mark on his cheek starting to fade. How disappointing, she would have liked to see him explain a perfectly placed handprint on his cheek, to the people around him. But from what she knew of him and his character, he would have found a way out of it.

"You foul evil little cockroach! If you ever try something like that again, I will sue you for sexual harassment, make no mistake about that!" She threw his words right back at him, and prayed he wouldn't call her on her bluff. She knew St. Mungo's would take his words over hers any day.

"Really now?" He raised his eyebrow at that infuriating way again, daring her to do just that. "You should be careful about such serious statements, Hermione. Who knows what I might do to you?" He was taunting her, cruelly so. He was still very close to her, barely a metre distance between them. Why did he find such pleasure in her agony? He didn't even know her. Yet.

She didn't answer. She didn't know how to. He was more screwed up than she had originally thought. What was wrong with him?

"What do you want from me?" She asked, and her brows scrunched up in confusion. What had compelled him to seek her out in the first place?

"That's a very good question, Hermione." She hated how he used her name, how right it sounded when he said it. She almost jumped when he leaned into her again, and she automatically tried to move backwards, although she could go no further. The sharp edge of the counter digging into her backside, but she barely noticed the pain.

He touched a stray curl almost lovingly, but she was too focused on whatever move he would make next to notice.

"I want you beneath me. Panting. Screaming out my name as you come." He whispered into her ear. His hot breath scorching her already blushing skin.

Then he turned and left, leaving her no room for argument or retaliation. She was red-faced, her blush unavoidable.

What the hell just happened there?!

Bloody buggering hell!

She was furious! And now she was horny as well, thanks to that infuriating man! That slimy little snake, how dare he even suggest that? How dare he manhandle her like that? How dare he? Oh that's right! He dares! She angrily stomped down the hallway, almost knocking over a cart with trays of lunch in the process.

Great, just what she needed.

She stopped right in her tracks. On top of a very bad morning and yet another encounter with Dr Evil, she had just come across the marauding, mayhem causing, and mischief making Prewett twins.

She watched on as the two redheaded twins managed to rile up Marlene, who had brought their lunch, and who was still not used to their twisted sense of humour.

Did they honestly think they could trick her into believing their names were Gabian and Fideon? She could see Marlene was about to blow a fuse, when they refused to budge in their claims.

"You do realise we have your charts? Lying about your names won't work." Hermione interrupted, displeased by their stupid joke, and nowhere near sad at her revelation of their moronic joke. Honestly, they were in their late twenties and they still insisted on swapping and mangling their names into unrecognizable aliases, and they still very much risked their necks like it was no big deal. Their line of work did nothing on that account either.

They should be grateful they only had a broken leg each. The really did everything in sync, didn't they?

"Hermione!" They both exclaimed, genuinely surprised at her presence in their room.

"Now that's hardly fair…" Fabian started.

"…They have super woman on their team, and ready to…" Gideon continued without looking at his brother.

"…Ruin all our meticulously planned fun…"

"How are we supposed to survive…"

"… Two whole days in this place without any kind of entertainment?" The twins looked at each other in agreement and with a mock-seriousness that made Hermione scoff.

Marlene looked back and forth between Fabian and Gideon, amazed by their way of speaking, her previous anger fading into wonder. Hermione opted for ignoring it completely.

"Stuff it. You two can forget whatever pathetic little schemes you have planned, or I will tell Molly. Be sure of that." The twins looked nervously at each other, obviously uncomfortable at the thought of Molly getting the wind of their nurse-harassment-plans. Their sister was a force to be reckoned with, and even they dared not to mess with her. Their parents, no problem. Molly - now that was a no-go, even for them.

"She wouldn't… Would she Fab?" Gideon snuck a sneaky glance at his brother.

"I don't know Gid. Wouldn't put it past her." Fabian returned, and caught his brother's stare.

"Cut it out. Right now. I'm not in the mood for your word plays today, nor do you want to push my buttons today, they have been pushed enough as it is, believe me. So unless you wish for something very painful to happen, I suggest you drop it right now." She bit out, and they eyed each other warily. Whenever Hermione was in this mood they usually stayed clear of her, they had experienced her vengeance first hand, and it was not pretty. The pretty, seemingly docile nurse had a creativity that could, and definitely would, get ugly, if she was pushed to far. They had learned that the hard way.

"Alright, alright." Gideon began and his hands were held in a surrendering gesture.

"We concede." Fabian ended and mimicked his brother's hand gesture, to appease the angry woman in front of them. Who knew what she would do to their food if they continued? They wouldn't put it past her to do something terribly annoying to get back at them, and as much as they loved to tease her, they had to admit she was inspiring in her anger. They had always thought her to be brilliant. Brilliant, but scary as hell.

"Good. Now stop messing with Marlene and behave like adults. And Marlene, don't trust anything that comes out of their mouth. I have to go now, because Umbridge has assigned me to help old Mrs Figg wash up, as she had a bit of an accident." Marlene looked at her with pity, even though she was new to this hospital, practically everyone had heard about Mrs Figg. That old lady had tendency to soil herself and she refused to get a colostomy bag, not that there was any valid reason for her to get one, besides the fact she was as good as senile.

Hermione looked ready to murder something or someone, but it was part of the job after all, however undignified it might seem.

"Did you just pinch my arse?!" She could hear Marlene screech behind her.

Hermione groaned and rolled her eyes, when she closed the door after her. Marlene was on her own now.

"Remus? It's Hermione, I need to speak with Tonks, and seeing how her phone didn't survive this time around either, I figured you would be the best way to get in contact with her." Hermione spoke into her phone.

"Hullo Hermione. I'm afraid Dora is with Molly at the moment, but I was actually just about to call you. She said to tell you to go pick up a butt-load of Ben & Jerry's and come over, if you had time to spare. She had a feeling you needed to talk, but didn't want to barge in and disturb you, if you were too tired." Remus explained in kind, by now used to Tonks' orders.

Hermione had always liked Remus, he had been kind to her in school, and had not been put off by her excessive need to learn, but instead opted to humour her and encourage her. Sometimes she wondered if she should just find someone like Remus, and settle down like Tonks and he were about to do, but whenever she was about to head in that direction, something went wrong. Tonks often told her it was like watching a car crash in slow motion.

Disturbing comparison. She really did wish she could be happy with a normal guy, but no… She was beginning to wonder if something was horribly wrong with her. Emotionally stunted her mother called her, dating disaster Molly labelled her, and Tonks just laughed at the hilarity of it all. No one else dared to comment on her dating defect, at least not in her presence.

"Thanks, sometimes I wonder what Tonks would do without you Remus." She paused and gave a little laugh at the thought. Tonks would be lost without Remus to save her from herself and her crazy antics. Her flat alone would be a lost cause if Remus wasn't there to rein in the chaos. Poor guy, but at least he knew what he was walking into, now that they had decided to move in together.

"But if her majesty has demanded ice cream, I suppose I will have to hurry then." She gave a dramatic sigh and Remus chortled at his girlfriend's demands and love for ice cream. It was insane how that petite woman could consume monstrous amounts of ice cream without gaining any weight whatsoever. Remus was much the same, although he was more of a chocoholic than anything else. Hermione envied their metabolism, where they just consumed unbelievable amounts of unhealthy food and sweets and never worked out, Hermione had to work out at least once in a while to be able to maintain her figure. Hermione wasn't overtly thin; she had curves, a very beautiful hourglass figure as Tonks so often told her, which she envied Hermione. Funny how one always envied what others had, Hermione envied Tonks her lithe form and Tonks envied Hermione's curvaceous figure. Truly mind-boggling.

"Yes that would probably be in your best interest, lest Dora actually has to go choose which ones to buy herself." Remus laughed, Tonks could be a pain in the arse when it came to actually deciding on what to choose.

"Oh dear, she would be stuck in the store for an hour. Oh well, I'll better get going then. See you later Remus." Hermione looked at her watch in her hand, she had the most beautiful little golden pocket-watch in a necklace around her neck, odd little patterns and an hourglass engraved on the surface. On the backside there was words engraved - I mark the hours every one nor have I yet outrun the sun. My use and value unto you are gauged by what you have to do. It was without a doubt a different choice of words to engrave, but Hermione found it oddly compelling. She adored it and was glad she had even found it in the first place. Tonks and Molly had dragged her out shopping, very much against her will, but the second-hand boutique they ended up in, had been the home of her beloved watch. She had bought it immediately. It had an almost magical pull to it.

"Right you are, Hermione. I'll see you Friday." Remus ended, he hung up and the line went dead. Hermione sighed, so, a stop to the nearest store it was then. Bloody Tonks, now she had another thing to complain about. Tuesdays sucked, perhaps even more so than Mondays. Or maybe it was just this particular Tuesday.

She grabbed her keys in the weird-shaped bowl on the counter, and headed for the door, quickly slipping into her black ballet flats and her brown summer jacket. With the addition of her black bag slung over her shoulder, she was ready to head out in search of much needed ice cream.

Well, if one couldn't have sex, then ice cream was a brilliant alternative.

Considering how bad his day had started out, when that chit... what was her name again? Mathilda? Marina? Mafalda! That was it. Yes, when Mafalda had pestered him he had been about to do something stupid, but then she had happened.

Hermione.

He remembered her name, which was probably a first, seeing how she had no real value to him, and he still remembered it. But slapping him had been a first for him and a very bad idea. Before he had even considered where he was, he had held her arms in a death-grip and shoved himself so close to her that it had been hard not to react to her sweet curvaceous body.

She had been surprised all right, but so had he. Not that she had noticed that particular detail. He would have to be careful around her, as he hadn't planned to manhandle her like he had; he almost cringed at the word. Manhandle. So far she had brought out his less agreeable assets, well less agreeable to others. He didn't see any fault with the way he was or behaved. How could he? He was perfect. What a shame he couldn't live forever.

But this little vixen had affected him in a way he hadn't counted on. She was a feisty little lioness, bowing down to no one, which he mused, was something that would change soon enough.

He would have to take a different approach though, pushing her limits like he had was amusing, but he was afraid to slip up around others. And that simply wouldn't do! But it was such a turn on to force her into submission, when he had left it had been to find that Mafalda chit to take out his sexual frustration. By God, it had been a long time since he had been that hard from something so innocent. When she would succumb to him, and it was really just a question of time, he would take his sweet time with her.

Now how to go about it?

AN: Hello again! Thank you for the reviews :)

This story is also published on FF.net. It might take a while before the next chapter is done, though.. I blame school.

Oh, and before I forget. Ron is not going to come into existence for a long time, but Harry will be a part of this story.

Love,

Avery
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