Warning: This story will contain elements of BDSM, especially dominance and submission. If this squicks you out, then perhaps this isn't the story for you. If you're on board with that, then read ahead! I appreciate all your support xoxox

"That girl is a problem," a gruff voice said as I walked by, carefully swishing my solicitor's robes behind me. I shot the two men behind me a vaguely amused look and one of them called out to me.

"Granger." His deep voice echoed in the Ministry hallway and I debated whether he was worth turning around for. His robes rustled on the ground as he walked up behind me, his pace eased by his long legs.

"Malfoy," I said and turned to face him. He was stupidly tall and not nearly as lanky as he once was. He flipped a long strand of fine blond hair out of his face and appraised me with a look.

"What's your problem with Mr. Richmond? He's ready to make this little annoyance go away."

"Little annoyance?" I spat at him. "Your client tortured his elves for years! You're lucky all I'm charging him with is abuse. If I had it my way, he'd be locked in Azkaban for the rest of his life. Now if you'll excuse me, Malfoy, I've got work to do."

With a final disgusted look, I hurried down the empty hallway. I only worked as a solicitor with the Wizengamot for cases relating to my department and I still had plenty of work to do aside from fining the bollocks off of aristocratic arsholes. And Draco Malfoy was the biggest arsehole of them all. He was nearly always my opponent in the courtroom, defending his rich and snobby clients to the death. Word around town was that the Malfoys didn't even own house-elves anymore, but he was dogged in his insistence that others have that right. We were split pretty evenly in wins and losses, much to my dismay. Malfoy may be a prick, but he was damn good at his job.

By the time I reached my cramped office, I was still fuming.

"Fucking blond ferret," I grumbled and sat down at my desk. There was a ridiculous amount of memos piled on it, as I was the only one who actually worked in this department. The Department for the Regulation of Magical Creatures (I had the word "control" dropped from the title my first year here) was small and usually went unnoticed unless I made a stir- and to be fair, I usually did just that. While house-elves were my passion, I also worked relentlessly on centaur land rights and the incorporation of half-Giants into the magical community. I had made plenty of enemies since starting here three years ago, fresh off the battlefield, and I planned to continue making waves.

I heard a faint struggle outside my door as my assistant Joshua begged someone to leave. After a small bang, I looked up expectantly at my door. Whoever wanted to see me just hexed my assistant, and I was damn curious to see who had the balls. A quick knock sounded from my door, so I answered sweetly.

"Come in."

There, in all his glory, was Draco Malfoy ready for round two. He had shed his solicitor's robes and stood before me in a beautifully tailored grey suit that made his eyes shine bright silver. With another flip of his stupid hair, he sat down on the chair in front of my desk and propped his feet up, kicking off a folder in the process.

"What the fuck, Malfoy?" I growled and got up to get the fallen papers. When I bent down in front of him, he wolf whistled, so I flipped him off.

"Granger, you know you've got quite the mouth on you?"

I rolled my eyes. Nearly everyone I encountered since I graduated school informed me of this fact. I didn't see what was so shocking; anyone who met me even in passing knew I was passionate and short-tempered. In my case, that culminated in a mouth that most sailors would blush at.

"My last boyfriend liked to remind me," I scoffed and let him balk at my innuendo. Then he shook his head and laughed, pulling a card out of his suit jacket. He tossed it on my desk.

"What's this rubbish, then?" I asked, only mildly curious.

"What day is it, Granger?"

I looked over at my calendar. May Second.

"Fuck, is it time for the Memorial Ball again?"

"That's the thing about memorials, Granger," Draco drawled, daring me smack him silly. "They occur every year."

I glared at him and snapped my jaw shut.

"Anyways, it's being held at the Manor this year and my mother mentioned you hadn't RSVPed, so I volunteered to hand deliver your invitation. I can be quite the gentleman, you know."

"My mail still gets lost since I moved out of Ron's," I said with an eye roll.

"Ah, yes. The breakup that shook the very foundation of Wizarding Britain. It's been a while, though, has it not? Surely even the Weasel would have solved the problem of mail delivery."

"It's only been a few months," I said with a shrug. "Ron takes his time."

"Still pining over the girl that got away?" Draco smirked.

"You know just as well as everyone else that we're still friends, Malfoy. Not every breakup ends with one person throwing the other's clothes out the window on fire for all of Diagon Alley to see."

Draco winced a little at the mention of his very public and very messy breakup with Astoria Greengrass. His eyes turned to stone at my proud smirk and dropped his feet from my desk and leaned towards me.

"You're right. I'm sure the Weasel is sitting at home, alone, wanking furiously over the memory of your hot little arse in those tight skirts you always wear."

With that vile comment, he was out of my office in a flash, leaving me gaping unattractively. To be honest, I wasn't sure whether to be offended or flattered, so I opted for neither and tried to finish my work. The Memorial Ball was that night and I needed to get the hell out of the Ministry so I could get ready.

I Apparated onto the front lawn of Malfoy Manor precisely at seven. It looked spectacular, with its ancient walls covered in fairy lights. I walked up the small flight of stairs and the charmed door opened and announced my presence.

"Hey, Hermione," Harry greeted as soon as I walked up to him. "You look great."

And I did. I wore a black, strapless gown with leather straps on the sides. I piled my hair on top of my head and wore a simple, silver necklace with a crystal pendant that dangled dangerously in my cleavage. Harry looked dashing as well, in his handsome black suit. I laughed when I saw his Gryffindor red tie- typical Harry.

"Thanks, Harry. Shall we get a drink?" I asked and searched for the bar. Harry placed my hand in the crook of his arm and led me over to it.

"Two firewhiskies, please," he instructed the bartender and we made idle small talk while sipping our drinks. His eyebrows rose dangerously high and stared at whoever was making his or her way up behind me.

"Well, well, well, Granger. You clean up nicely," a snarky voice drawled in my ear and I turned to face him.

"Oh really, Malfoy?" I asked with a tilt of my head. "Maybe tonight, you'll be the one wanking over my hot little arse."

Harry choked on his drink and I turned back around.

"Dance?" I asked and he nodded dumbly.

We waltzed for a few boring songs, but I excused myself before the next one began. There was only so much ballroom dancing a girl could do before she died of utter boredom. I left Harry in the capable hands of Luna Lovegood and wandered throughout the ballroom. A small door caught my eye and I decided to investigate.

It led into a dark hallway and I muttered a Lumos to light my wand tip. Aside from cobwebs and dust, there was nothing interesting in the hallway, so I turned back and walked directly into the firm chest of Malfoy.

"What do you think you're doing, Granger?" he demanded with a slight growl.

"Wandering," I responded flippantly. "Balls are boring."

He laughed and took a step towards me. To keep him out of my personal space, I took a step backwards and ran straight into the wall. I looked in his eyes and saw a swirling mixture of annoyance and something else that I was too cautious to identify. So maybe there was something interesting in the hallway. Malfoy put both hands against the wall, caging me in.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I asked.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're kind of a bitch, Granger?" he replied with a lopsided smirk.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're a bastard?" I responded hotly and his face drew into a scowl.

"Turn around," he commanded.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Turn the fuck around."

I don't know what made me do it... possibly the deep tone his voice had taken on, or the menacing, but somehow equally thrilling look in his eyes... but I did. I turned around and he pushed me forward so my cheek lay flat against the wall. He kicked my legs open to widen my stance, causing the slit that ran up the back of my thighs to pull apart. My stockings had a black seam that lined up the back of my legs and Malfoy made a strangled growl when he noticed.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked him when I felt his large hand run up the back of my leg. He didn't answer, but he gently rubbed at the sensitive skin of my thighs. Whatever he was doing was sending shivers up and down my spine and I bit back a moan when his fingers reached the edge of my knickers.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson," he whispered into my ear. "Would you like that?"

I nodded stupidly, not trusting the sound of my voice. Malfoy pulled up my dress completely and charmed it to stick above my hips. He pulled my hips back so my arse was pushed up in the air.

"Count," he commanded and before I could ask what the hell he was talking about, his hand came down on my arse. He was spanking me!

"Count!" he growled again.

"One," I breathed. He smacked me again, this time lower. It sent shockwaves to my pussy and I clenched my eyes shut.

"Two."

He spanked me eight more times, each time in a new place. The lower he went, the wetter I got. When I moaned out the number ten, I felt a small trickle of wetness slide down my thighs. I wasn't sure why I was reacting this way to Malfoy, but I didn't really care. It felt good, and I hadn't been with anyone since Ron.

Malfoy backed away and I sighed a little in disappointment. He undid the charm on my dress and pulled the skirt back down. When the hem hit the floor, he drew his hand up between my legs and stopped just inches before my center. I was about to cry out in frustration, but then I felt his hot tongue slide up, licking the drop of wetness that was making its way down my thigh. I moaned, no longer trying to hide my arousal.

"Malfoy," I whimpered and he straightened up and turned me back around. He didn't waste a moment before slamming his mouth onto mine, and I tasted myself on his tongue- his skillful and domineering tongue. I barely put up a fight before surrendering to him, letting him plunder into my mouth. I trailed my hands down his front and hovered over the bulge that pressed against his pants. I gave it a little squeeze and he responded by hiking my skirt above my waist again. I grabbed onto his shoulders and lifted myself up so I could wrap my legs around his hips.

"Fuck, Granger," he groaned when I rubbed myself wantonly against him. "You're made of fire."

His mouth moved down to kiss my neck and I took the opportunity to unzip his pants and free his cock. I rubbed the tip against my wet knickers and his grunt vibrated against the skin of my neck.

"I'm going to rip your fucking knickers," he growled and I let my head fall back as I moaned. There was something so addicting about Malfoy's raw dominance and I wanted to see how far it would take me.

"Yes," I gasped out when I felt his fingers dance around my swollen clit through the fabric. He kept his promise and ripped into the lace barrier between us. He impaled me almost immediately and I cried out at the feeling. He felt thick inside of me and his cock stretched me out in the most delicious way. Curious for his reaction, I moaned out.

"Malfoy, your cock is fantastic."

He drew back and slammed into me, causing my back to scrape against the rough wall behind me. The combination of the pain in my back and the pleasure Malfoy was bringing me sent me spiraling for release. I clenched down on him and he groaned again. I vaguely hoped the hallway had some kind of silencing charm, because between my high-pitched moans and Malfoy's caveman grunting, there was a good chance someone could hear us.

He must have sensed that my mind wandered because Malfoy grabbed my neck and forced me to meet his eyes.

"You won't think of anyone else right now, Granger," he growled, his chest rumbling against mine. "I'm the one doing this to you. Draco fucking Malfoy. Do you hear me?"

He swiveled his hips and pushed against a spot inside me that made me wail.

"Yes," I cried.

"No one will ever fuck you like this, Granger. No one will ever fuck you like the woman you are. So fucking fiery and hot," he husked.

My orgasm was pummeling towards me, and I felt the cord behind my belly tighten. I gripped at his cock and he let out a slew of curses.

"Malfoy," I huffed. "I'm going to come. Oh god, I'm- fuck, don't stop."

More incoherent nonsense babbled from my mouth as Malfoy pounded perfectly into me and the cord snapped as my world exploded. I cried out, howling my pleasure as Malfoy's pace became erratic. With a final grunt, he followed me into oblivion and I felt him spill his hot seed into me. He stilled against me as our breathing calmed. He slid out of me and I groaned at the loss.

I muttered a Scourgify and cleaned our combined fluids from my thighs. I felt a tender spot on the nape of my neck and went to charm it, but Malfoy grabbed my hand.

"Leave it," he said in a raspy voice that sent another spark of arousal through me. He undid the clasp that held my hair on top of my head and it tumbled down in loose waves around my shoulders. Malfoy leaned forward and breathed in the smell of my hair then turned to walk out the hallway. Before he got to the door, he turned his head back to me.

"We're going to do that again," he said and I smiled.

After a few minutes, I too left the hallway and found Harry standing in a corner, trying to hide from his many adoring fans.

"Where were you?" he asked suspiciously. I patted my hair down to make sure it covered the love bite on my neck.

"Nowhere important," I said with a smile and he just shrugged. That was one of the things I loved about Harry; he wasn't interested in prying into my personal life.

"Ron's here," he gestured toward to redhead. I nodded noncommittally. Ron started to walk over to us, but was stopped by Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil. Ron reveled in his status as war hero and certainly didn't mind the female attention, even when we were together. Of course, he never did anything improper, but his wandering gaze left little to my imagination. With a girl flanked on each arm, he headed back in our direction.

"Hey guys," he said breathlessly. "You remember Lavender and Parvati."

"Sure," Harry said and I smiled sweetly.

"Hello, ladies. You look lovely."

"Thanks, Hermione," Parvati beamed and Lavender did a quick double take.

"What's that on your neck, Hermione?" she asked, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Just burned myself with a curling iron earlier," I supplied with a wave of my hand.

"A what?" she asked.

Harry and I laughed and I explained the function of Muggle hair products.

Midway through the explanation of how heat works in hard-to-tame hair, I saw Malfoy sneak away towards where I assumed his room was. I finished my lecture as quickly as possible, then excused myself. I wandered aimlessly in the halls for a bit before coming across a set of large, white double doors. I leaned my ear against it and heard soft jazz playing. I mustered my courage and tried the door. It opened with a creak and I tip-toed inside and closed the door behind me.

Malfoy was standing in front of a roaring fire with a glass of firewhiskey in his hand. His shirt was off and I could see faint red lines where I must have clawed at his back through his shirt. I quietly unzipped my dress and shimmied out of it, thankful for the drum solo that covered the rustling of my gown. I stood behind Malfoy completely naked; he had ripped my knickers beyond repair earlier and my dress was so tight that I didn't need a bra. I cleared my throat and he nearly jumped out of his skin. His eyes widened momentarily when he saw me, then slowly trailed up and down my body.

"You're insatiable, Granger," he said and walked towards me. He lightly traced my breast with his finger, circling my nipple. He pinched it tightly without warning and I unsuccessfully tried to stifle my moan. "Won't your little gang notice your absence?"

I bit down on my bottom lip and shook my head. He chuckled darkly and dragged his finger down from my breast to pussy. I moaned again when his finger slipped into my folds and rubbed small circles around my clit. Malfoy's hot breath puffed across my neck and I tilted my head to the side to give him access to my neck. He latched on to the love bite that he made earlier and sucked hard.

"Do you think you can handle this, Granger?" he asked huskily and I cracked open my eyes.

"Handle what?"

"Fucking me, knowing that come Monday morning, you're going to face off against me in the Wizengamot."

"I'll kick your arse regardless, Malfoy," I murmured. He chuckled again and I arched into him.

"Then get on the bed," he said and watched my hips sway as I walked to his large bed. "This is going to be a long night, Granger."