Hermione Granger has achieved her dream of becoming Minister of Magic. But she has a secret...
Her best friends are all married or in committed relationships while she is alone. She wants a man who will not be threatened by her success but who will...
Friday came quickly and everything was set for the following week. Ginny was going to work from Hermione's office and help handle anything that came in. Harry would also be helping her since he and Hermione often had to work closely. When the Prophet had gotten a tip about the Minister taking time off, they had done a front page story on it and it seemed the people were happy to hear she was taking a break. They trusted Harry and as an extension Ginny. People weren't so ready to believe Pansy was fully trustworthy which Hermione found absurd. They knew she was one of her best friends. They knew she'd done a lot of charity work and many of them were even her clients, but it didn't matter. Draco was taking her away tonight and she would be gone for a week. He still wouldn't tell her where he was taking her though. All he'd said was not to worry about anything and to trust him. She did, so she tried not to worry, but she needed to know what to pack. "Draco, will you at least tell me what kinds of clothes to pack? We're about to go to the club and I'm still not packed."
He walked into the closet and came out with two suitcases. "Ginny and Pansy packed for you. Now, are you ready to go?"
She was wearing a black, leather dress and another pair of green over the knee stiletto boots.
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That night at the club, they'd decided on just spending time in the main room with their friends. Hermione was kneeling next to Draco's leg. Ginny was kneeling next to Blaise and Pansy was kneeling next to Theo. The guys were talking, but the girls were silently looking at their hands which were facing up. "Girls, why don't you go get us drinks." Blaise suggested and they all stood, but kept their eyes downcast.
"No talking to anyone but each other." Draco commanded.
The girls walked over to the bar and placed their order. While waiting, they decided to talk to each other. "So Hermione, how's it been with Draco?"
"Yea, Mione. How's he treating you?"
"Has he popped your cherry yet?" Pansy's eyes sparkled with mischief.
"It's been good. He's really good to me. He's patient and usually seems to know what I need before I do. And no. He refuses to no matter how much I beg. He said he wants it to be special, but I just want him to do it. It's like the man can make me cum harder than I ever thought possible. Merlin, I even blacked out earlier from an orgasm, but I just know it would be even better if he were buried inside me."
