This chapter is not the best of the story. It is basically just a back-story/set-up chapter. I hope you like it. It's my first chaptered fics so I hope you like it. Please review!

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Alterego13

"So… never?" Ginny Potter asked astounded. Hermione shook her head and bit her lip. "But Hermione, how is that possible?"

"Your brother was the love of my life Ginny! I don't know, I just, haven't found anyone else I want to-to, er, be intimate with." Hermione spluttered, she felt like a fool. She was embarrassed to tell Ginny about her predicament but didn't know what else to do. Her date was in three days.

"But five years? Without as much as a kiss?"

"See! That is why I am so nervous about this date with Jake! What if he wants to, you know?" Ginny smirked at her, amusement seemed to etch itself in every freckle.

"No, I don't know Hermione. Why don't you tell me." Hermione's brow furrowed.

"You know," Hermione leaned in closer. "Have sex…" She whispered.

"Draco."

"What?" Hermione pulled back and looked Ginny in the eye. She wasn't sure she had heard correctly.

"Malfoy. Why don't you ask for his help?" Ginny looked at her nails as though this was an ordinary response.

"You mean ask for some tips?" Hermione arched a brow, her lips parted in confusion.

"I mean, yeah. He will be able to help you more than I can."

"Wh-Why do you say that?" Hermione blushed at the thought of having a sexual conversation with Draco.

Before Ron had died, Draco had become a close acquaintance of the Golden Trio. As information was turned over in his favor he was given a clean slate. Well, almost. Draco had done his best to reform and stop living underneath the wicked rule of his father. He had pulled strings, using family connections, in order to help bring about new International Laws. During which time he used funds from his own pocket to help aid the suffering of the newly impoverished society. He had become every bit of his profile as Witch's Weekly's Most Eligible Bachelor. (Sixth year in a row) Now, however he was one of Hermione's closest friends.

"Hermione. Harry's my one and only experience. Not counting the 'Three pumps Michael Corner incident.'" Hermione turned red but smiled. Ginny sighed at the memory. "What I am saying is Draco is first and foremost a man. He'll tell you what you need to do."

"But won't it be awkward?"

"Have the two of you never talked about sex?" Ginny questioned plopping her head onto her hand in barely concealed amusement.

"No!" Hermione shouted outraged. "Nothing more than his occasional crude remarks. I'm not sure I should be taking his advice."

"What do you two talk about on your creepy lunch dates anyway?" Ginny asked curiously.

"They're not creepy Ginny. Draco is a very intelligent man. They're very intellectually stimulating." Hermione stated matter-of-factly.

"Well this time you'll be talking about a different kind of stimulation."

"Ginevra Potter!"

"What?" Ginny faked innocence. "Don't pretend you aren't attracted to him Hermione. The man is unbelievably handsome." That was not a particular topic Hermione was comfortable with discussing. True, Draco was handsome but, no, she wouldn't think about that.

"I have to go." Hermione said abruptly getting up from Ginny's table and striding to get her coat.

"Jeez. What's the rush Hermione?"

"I have to meet Draco for one of the creepy dates." Hermione replied sarcastically and strode toward the door to let herself out. But not before she heard Ginny call out behind her.

"Are you going to ask him?" She yelled but Hermione didn't respond she just kept walking.

Draco Malfoy was ecstatic. He had, just today, sealed the deal on a huge business merger that was going to profit much more than he had originally hoped. The deal was going to make him millions of Galleons. Not that he needed it. But the more he made, the more he could invest and give to charity. Not only that but today he found out that the ministry was awarding him Charitable Business Man of the Year on Saturday. Yes, today was a good day to be Draco Lucius Malfoy.

Draco laced his fingers together and placed them behind his head as he examined the crowd around him. He looked over and saw two elderly wizards fighting about a game of wizard's chess they had completed earlier that day, a couple nuzzling close to one another, and an old woman, her nose shoved far up in a book. Draco sighed. Life seemed about as perfect as he thought it ever could be. He was living every man's fantasy. He was young, rich, and handsome. Not to mention, successful by his own right. He could have his pick of any woman. That was, except the one he wanted. Not that he would ever admit that.

Just as his mind began to wander along an unwanted path he spotted a mane of bushy brown hair making its way toward him. Hermione rushed over to their table. Her hair was flying about behind and she looked as though she was coming apart at the seams.

"I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed. "I got caught up at Ginny's and well, anyway, let's eat. I'm starving." Draco smiled lazily raising a hand to get the waiter to attend to them.

"Hello how are you two doing today?"

"Great, Harrison." Draco replied. "I'm going to have the usual brandy on the rocks and the filet mignon. Hermione?" Hermione looked taken aback.

"I, uh, yeah, the same."

"You want brandy?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"What?" Hermione looked at him confused and shook her head. "Oh. No. Sorry. Wine. Red wine, please." As Harrison turned around Hermione stopped him. "And salmon. Salmon, not red meat." Draco exchanged a befuddled look with the waiter and turned back to Hermione.

"Are you alright, Granger?" Draco still hadn't lowered his eyebrow and he cocked his head to the side.

"I, uh, yeah, sorry." Hermione replied. "So, how was your day."

"Great. I got Wilson to sign with me and we should make plans to start the merger between him and Smith next week." Draco paused and looked at Hermione who was staring off in the distance looking at the older woman. "And then Therese, my secretary, came in and threatened me with the Avada curse if I didn't promise to run away with her to Vegas right that second." Draco rolled his eyes and waved a hand in front of her face. "Hermione, what is wrong with you?"

"I'm so sorry. I've just got a lot on my mind, is all." She pressed her fingertips to her temple.

"Okay well, do you want to talk about it?" Draco asked politely as he excepted the glass of brandy from Harrison.

"Jake Thompson asked me to the Ministry's fundraiser this Saturday." Hermione groaned. Draco cleared his throat in order to swallow the jealousy he felt welling up.

"Well, he's nice enough." Hermione nodded her head looking down at her hands. What was she going to do? If only she had more experience. Then a thought hit her.

"Draco, can I ask you a favor?" She asked nervously.

"You can ask that doesn't mean I am consenting." He smirked and raised his glass of brandy to his lips. Hermione bit her lip. Just ask! Her mind screamed.

"Will you be my first?"

"Your first what?" Draco asked half-listening. He was more interested in the exquisite brandy he was sipping on. It was like nothing he had ever tasted. He made a mental note to ask Harrison where it came from.

"Lover." Draco coughed. He raised a fist to his mouth.

"I'm sorry I thought you said lover." He apologized raising a hand at her concerned look.

"Because I did." Hermione put her hands over her face in embarrassment. She felt her face getting hot "Oh god. I'm so sorry I never should have asked. I'm so sorry. It was a spur of the moment idea. I was being ridiculous. I'm so sorry. Forget I ever said anything."

"Not likely." Draco murmured more to himself than Hermione. He was utterly perplexed. Was he dreaming? Did Hermione just ask him to sleep with her? He studied her carefully. Her hands covered her face still, slightly curled. He could tell she was forcing herself not to make eye contact with him. Her hair hung in curtains around her face but he could still see her face was flushed red.

"Um…" Draco was at a loss for words. He wasn't sure what to say.

"Oh God, I'm going to die a virgin. Take a good look over there because someday I'm going to end up that old woman." Hermione's face remained firmly pressed against her palms. Draco glanced at the elderly lady he had been studying earlier.

"But Hermione… Surely you and Weasley…" he trailed off. Hermione pulled her hands away but continued to avoid his eyes. She shook her head adamantly.

"We were going to as soon as he got back from India. We were going to celebrate the end of his missions. And then, well, he never came home. At least, not alive." Draco momentarily flashed back to Ron's funeral and how destroyed Hermione had been. "Now I am 25 and a virgin and I have a date with the first person I've been interested in since Ron and well, you're my closest guy friend. And I don't want to go in being a complete idiot. I mean, I practice, I study, and it's what I do. I don't know what I was thinking." Hermione was half-hysterical as it all came out in a rush.

"I would be honored." Draco put his hand on his chest. He could feel his heart beating faster at the thought of taking Hermione's virginity, of feeling Hermione naked underneath him. The feel of her breath against his chest, the soft moans he would elicit. Slow down, cowboy.

"You would?" Hermione launched herself into his arms. He laughed awkwardly, patting her on the back.

"So, uh" Draco cleared his throat and pulled back. Hermione retreated to her seat and finally met his steel-grey eyes. "When did you want to, er, do this?"

"Um, I mean, whenever is good for you…"

"Is tonight okay?" Draco asked quietly.

"Great." Hermione replied a little squeakily. She was absolutely terrified. Had she been to hasty? No. Reason replied. She trusted Draco, he would never hurt her and he was an excellent choice for her first time. Hermione bit her lip as images of their two bodies entwined floated through her mind. They were anything but unpleasant.

"Okay tonight then, well um, I've got to go back to work. I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer." Draco downed the last of the brandy and threw down more than enough coins. "I'll see you tonight." Draco left in a rush, almost running over Harrison and knocking his plate out of his hands. He could not believe he had just made plans to take Hermione's virginity. This all seemed surreal, any moment he was going to wake up from this dream. There was no possible way that he was this lucky. There had to be a catch but damn it he didn't care. This was his one shot to be with Hermione and he sure as hell would make sure she'd never forget it.