Cruel Intentions

Hermione

I was scrubbing away repeatedly at the same clean dish in my hands, while I stood daydreaming at the kitchen sink. I suddenly realized that I had been washing the same dish for five minutes, too busy thinking, to have even noticed. My daydreams had consisted of my recent run in, with a certain sexy Draco Malfoy, just three days prior, at a tea shop. This is ridiculous! We just talked! She angrily thought to herself.

Hermione couldn't believe how pathetically muddled her mind had become, by just being touched by a man, and on the hand no less. When had I become so prudish? Being touched by Harry or any of the Weasley male family members didn't get me agitated in such a state. Finishing up with the last of the breakfast dishes, I began to dry my hands on a kitchen towel that was hung up next to the sink.

Staring at the towel that was decorated with purple grapes, I was startled when there was a loud tap on my window, directly in front of me. I did not recognize the owl, having never seen it before, I opened the window nonetheless retrieving the letter that was tied to the owls leg, right above his sharp talons. I grabbed a treat from the bowl that was kept in the window sill, and let the Snowy-White owl eat from my palm, before it flew off back to it's owner. Shutting the window quickly, I sat at the kitchen table, and curiously opened the letter to find it was from Draco.

It was simply the list of books his son had wanted to purchase. There was nothing strange about the books titles, so I knew it would not be a problem to acquire them. Showering to get ready for my work day, I quickly dressed in my signature-white short sleeve low cut top, and black pencil skirt. Feeling a bit flirty, I decided to straighten my hair with a spell that Ginny had taught me after many complaints about my unruly hair.

I loved the way my hair looked when it was straight; it made me feel younger and attractive. Grabbing some floo powder, I headed to work through the network portal connected to my office.It didn't take me long to find the books that I needed for Scorpius. Working straight through my lunch hour, I fire called other places for Draco's book order. I wasn't quite sure, why I had worked so diligently. It couldn't have been that I wanted to see him again so soon, and so desperately.

The books were specialized in depth books about constellations and dragons, two things that I was sure would be in his own private library, but decided not to question it. The books would be arriving in a weeks time, which gave me plenty of time to get used to the idea of seeing Draco again. Grabbing some letterhead and a pen, I wrote to Malfoy alerting him that I would be receiving his order in seven days time, and that I would contact him when he could come and get them. Tired from a long day, I decided to head home, and mentally prepare myself for Molly's birthday party that was scheduled for the following afternoon at the burrow.

"Lilian." I called out.

"Yes dear?" said the older lady behind the counter.

"I'm going to leave early. Will you get this note sent out right away to a Mr. Draco Malfoy please, it's regarding his book order. It should be arriving next week." Hermione sighed while stretching her arms. "Well, I'll see you on Monday okay. Have a great weekend."

"Sure thing Hermione. Same to you sweetheart." nodded Lilian.

"You are a lifesaver Lilian. I'm so thankful of how hard you work around here."

Lilian Hornsbey was fifteen years older than me, therefore she called everyone sweetheart. She was knowledgeable and great at taking care of the place when I was away. She had short graying hair, and wore large square shaped glasses, and had a friendly toothy-smile that instantly made anyone smile back at her.

I walked down Diagon Alley, and stopped in front of a dress shop. The place was a higher end store, and had beautiful gowns, robes, and expensive dresses. After looking around, I had decided on purchasing three new dresses and a blouse that I could wear with my pencil skirt at work. It was a satiny bright-red material with short sleeves and a belt, and a low neckline that showed a hint of my small cleavage. Looking at my reflection in the mirror when I'd tried it on had me pleasantly surprised at how good I looked and felt in it. I was sure that I would be wearing it in one weeks time.

Draco

Draco was just finishing reading the letter from Hermione, letting him know to come and pick up the books in a weeks time. He smirked, proud of himself, "and it begins," he boasted.

Draco knew all about the art of seduction, having been seduced himself at the young age of thirteen by one of his mothers friends. No one knew of that sordid affair he partook in even until this day. It was one of his most precious secrets that he vowed to never tell a soul. Married women were not so different than single or ugly women for that matter. They were just like a dying plant; they just needed a little bit of water to bring them back to life. I had to play it cool, and act sensitive and attentive, two things he knew that husbands were not. He was going to give Granger a night she would never forget, and then move on to important things, such as finally getting married. He almost felt sorry for her, but actually didn't.

I opened up the next letter I had received not surprised that it was from my mother.

My dearest Draco, I hope you are healthy and well my son. I've already written to my grandson and sent him my love. You, I am still patiently expecting a visit from soon. Maybe you can bring along a girlfriend perhaps when you do come. I have told you many times darling, that I am getting older, and you are going to need to settle down. I'm your mother so I can tell you this. You are far too old to be behaving the way you have been Draco. Think of Scorpius. You wouldn't want him to treat women the way his father does do you? In any case, you wouldn't want him to be teased for you philandering ways. Regardless of how you feel, he needs a mother. It is long over due my son. I have met a witch who I think would be perfect for you if you need my help. Your loving mother, Narcissa Malfoy.

I angrily balled up the letter and threw in in the rubbish bin. I hated hearing about how my selfish ways would probably end up hurting my son Scorpius. Perhaps it was time for a change.

I am much too old to not have a wife. Maybe after I'm done with Granger, I will find someone to settle down with. Maybe. Draco thought.

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