Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter, nor do I own anything related to the Hoover Vaccuum Company, although I do enjoy their quality products.

A/N: This is Hermione/Lucius. If you don't like that pairing, don't read any further.

Hermione Granger, age 22, status single, profession Auror, personal life nonexistant, life monotonous.

Hermione snorted as she thought of what she would put in the personal ad her secretary kept trying to get her to submit.

"Like I would have time to date anyway," she muttered to herself as she pushed the stray tendrils of hair from her bun behind her ears for the millionth time.

"Hermione?"

"Present," she said absentmindedly, never looking up from the paper work she was filling out.

"Geez, you'd think we were still in school," she heard Ron say before she finally looked up to see the aforementioned and Harry standing in front of her desk.

"Sorry what?"

"We wanted to know if you would like to go to lunch now."

"It's lunch already?" she asked, shocked the morning was already gone.

"Yes Ms. Granger, so I suggest you come with us if you would like to eat and not waste away like you have been lately."

"Honestly Harry, I have not been wasting away. I've just been busy and forgotten a few meals."

"Missing any meal is a sin," Ron said.

"Coming from the Hoover? Thats rich."

Harry laughed and Ron elbowed him in the ribs to shut him up.

"So you coming?"

Hermione sighed and looked down at her halfway done form. She hated to leave anything unfinished.

"From the look on your face that's a no."

"Sorry, I need to finish this. It's due this afternoon."

"Hermione, you need to take a break every now and then. You don't need to rush."

"But there are still Death Eaters out there. As soon as I finish this I can go back out into the field."

"There are only a few, and we'll get them. Don't worry about it. With their master gone, they're too scared to do anything dangerous," Ron said as he plucked the quill out of her fingers.

She sat back in her chair and tucked another annoying strand of hair behind her ear. "I guess you do have a small point in there somewhere besides the one on top of your head." She got up from her desk and stretched before her two best friends led her out of the office.

Hermione walked out of her superior's office after handing her report in on time. She wore a rare smile as she positively bounced back to her office to gather her things. She had been told to go home early today and she meant to do just that. It was a Friday night and she didn't have to work tomorrow. That meant she could actually go out and loosen up for a while. It had been years since she had done anything like that and she was going to have some fun.

She rushed out of the office and caught the lift. She stood there for a few seconds before she heard the whispered conversation behind her.

"What do you mean by underground?" one voice asked.

"It's hidden. Only a few in the wizarding world know it's there," the second answered.

"Is it a place for criminals?"

"No no, nothing like that. It's just a place people go when they need to get away. It's a normal club, but whatever happens there, stays there."

Hermione's ears perked up as she heard this last part. A place to get away, eh? Sounded like someplace she needed to find.

"What's it called again?"

"Lost."

"How do you get there?"

Hermione practically ran into her flat, almost forgetting to shut the door behind her. She went into her study and pulled out a fairly new book. She opened it to the page of a modern map of Muggle London. She looked for the street name the person had whispered. When she found it she went to the directory to see what stores were on that street. She found the two she was looking for and wrote down the address.

Excited, Hemione took a quick shower before she pulled on a pair of faded hip huggers and a white spaghetti strap tank top. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail before she left. She apparated to the Leaky Cauldron and walked from there. It wasn't as long a walk as she had thought it would be. She rounded the corner into the alley situated between two clothing stores and turned left into a small passage that led to a flight of stairs going down. She walked down the stairs two at a time before stopping at a door that had the word 'Lost' glowing on it.

Hermione opened the door and was met by a young witch twirling her wand in one hand and tapping her fingers on the table with the other. Hermione walked up to her.

"Wand?" the woman asked.

Hermione took out her wand and handed it over to the bored looking witch. She gave Hermione a slip of paper which Hermione put in her back pocket before walking through the door that had just appeared across from her. The music blared at her, catching her off guard for a moment. For a place few knew about, it was relatively crowded.

She made her way over to the bar and found an empty seat.

"What can I get you?" the bartender half yelled.

"Coke and Rum," she ordered.

A few moments later he presented her with her drink and she turned around to watch the people on the dance floor as she sipped her drink. She had orignially planned on just getting drunk at the bar, but she found herself wanting to dance, wanting to shake away all her cares. As she took the last swallow of her drink, she made her way out onto the floor.

She didn't care that she didn't have anyone to dance with. She didn't care that people were bumping into her left and right. She didn't care that loose hairs were falling into her face. All she cared about was her body moving to the music and her mind draining of every worry she had. There were no more Death Eaters waiting to be captured, no more forms to fill out, and no more sitting at home alone every night and wishing someone was with her. Because at this moment, everyone was with her and it made her feel free.

As the fast tempo song died down to a slower beat, she took a step to move off the dance floor. That's when she felt two very masculine arms snake around her waist. His hands rested on her stomach and pulled her back against his body. A chill went up Hermione's spine as he started moving his body to the music, guiding hers with it. Hermione leaned back in to him and allowed him to move her as she relaxed and closed her eyes.

She could feel his hands softly gripping her stomach as they moved slowly in circles. Her breathing hitched as she felt his breathe on her ear. She raised her arms and hooked them around his neck, moving her hips against his. She felt his long hair against her arms, felt his stomach flex against her back. She suddenly felt very hot and very turned on. His slow, lazy movements were causing fire to race through her body and the only thing she knew is she wanted this man.

"What is Hermione Granger doing in a place like this?" she heard him softly whisper in her ear. His voice sent another round of chills down her spine.

"I needed to get away," she whispered back. She tried to place his voice, but she was too distracted with his hands. They had somehow made their way under her shirt and he had just touched her bare skin. An inaudible moan escaped her mouth as she bit her bottom lip to keep it from being louder. He was slowly tracing circles on her bare stomach with his thumbs as his hands moved slightly lower.

Hermione's body felt like it was on fire and she knew she couldn't take much more of his touch. That's when the song ended. A faster tempo song came on and she felt her dance partner wrap his arm the rest of the way around her waist and turn her body to face his.

She looked at a very well defined chest through a partially unbuttoned shirt before her eyes moved up.

Hermione gasped. "Lucius Malfoy?"

Author Babble:

Oh, I'm so evil.