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Squirm	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 28992 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Another short chapter, but well worth it. Next chapter promises to be long, interesting, and a tad horrifying in spots.
Enjoy!
~A.
A new year does not equal a new me. I'm right back at work, the same as I ever was, approving or rejecting project plans like they're going out of style. The one nice thing about returning from the holiday break, however, wears blue suede pumps and a pencil skirt which leaves no curve to the imagination. We haven't spoken yet, but the day is still young, as is this new found feeling stirring in my chest every time she walks by my office door. My office is spelled to show the outer workings of the cubicles outside my door like a one way mirror, but with magic. My employees can't see me, but I can see them. I've placed this spell in recently, after the kiss, simply so I can watch Miss Granger go to and from her daily chores. Some might call it 'stalking' -I call it keeping a fresh eye on my staff.
When she approaches my office, I'm prepared. I shuffle a few papers around on my desk, appearing to look busy as she strolls past my secretary and walks right through the door as if she owns the place. "Malfoy, I'd like a word."
I can see my secretary fidget at her desk, surprised by the young woman's outburst.
"Come in." I gesture to the chair across from me and watch as she shuts the door, taking in the scenery of the employees working their magical fingers to the bone.
"That's… new." She tilts her head, nearly fascinated. "Highly immoral."
"Keeping an eye on my business is hardly immoral."
"Have you been watching us all morning?"
More like you, I nearly say, but choose instead, "Here and there. You're all rather boring. Like butterflies flittering around a garden."
"Butterflies are quite beautiful. Hardly boring." She turns around and meets my eyes.
"The same could be said about you," I state.
"Which… brings me to the topic of the hour." Hermione Granger strolls up to the empty chair for her and takes her seat. "I take it no one can see or hear us."
"No." I smirk.
"Fantastic." She inhales a sharp breath, and I inwardly groan it's a well known fact that by no means does anything good come out of that mouth when she has decided whatever she has to say is long winded. "I wish to discuss the events of New Year's Eve, if we could." She surprises me and adds as an afterthought, "Please."
"On company time?" My smirk must be beaming for her to scowl at me the way she does.
"What we did goes against every principle you and I stand for."
"Do tell."
She sets her face to a stern lecture setting and regurgitates the same trite nonsense I've come to expect. "First and foremost, we are co-workers. What we did went against at least three company codes, as well as my own moral one."
"Which is?"
"Never get involved with a snake."
"Ooh, clever. Did the thought depraved Weasley teach you that abysmally foolish catchphrase?"
"And there's the other thing." Her hand slams down onto my table. "You've ruined what could have possibly been the love of my life because of your deranged notion that sending jewelry is a way to woo me."
"Wouldn't quite call it deranged," I drawl, pushing my sealed ink bottle over like it's a chess piece. "We did kiss."
"You kissed me."
"You enjoyed it. As did I." I notice her mouth open to speak, but I cut her off at the pass. "-And don't try to deny it. You might find it in everyone's best interest to bat those pretty little eyelashes and pretend your feelings for me are purely work related. But we both know it isn't true. Let's just call it what it is, shall we? You're attracted to me. I'm attracted to you."
"I am not."
"You're only saying that because you hope saying it will prove your breakup with Weasley wasn't a long time coming. It was a breakup, wasn't it?"
She tsks, and it's all the confirmation I need. I stand up from my desk, meander my way around it, and place myself in her personal bubble. Hovering above her, I reach down and curl a finger under her chin, tilting her head up to look at me. Her jaw tenses under my touch, but she doesn't move away. Interesting. I expected her to be feistier. Perhaps she's looking for an opportunity to hex me. I should make my intentions known.
Gliding my thumb over her bottom lip, I say, "All of this unresolved tension is bound to blow up one way or another, Granger. Maybe if we…" Am I doing this? Truly? Propositioning her in my office? All this time, I thought, given the opportunity, I would fight these urges better. "...explored these feelings further, we might prevent an explosion."
I see her fighting it. Her fingers wrap around my wrist, ready to yank me away. It's a mistake, because I move my hand across her cheek and into her hair. Fuck yes, these curls feel divine in my grasp. She gasps, but I don't let it deter me. My free hand moves to her lips, prying her mouth open to slip two of my fingers down the soft feel of her tongue. If I thought she looked shocked before, it's nothing compared to her expression now. It's somewhere between eyes as round as they can go mixed with a hint of lust.
"Merlin, you look so beautiful right now," I mutter, my breath catching. I slip my fingers down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone before I release her hair and take one step back, admiring my handiwork. I've never seen Hermione Granger look so disheveled in all her life, and I caught eyes with her once during the Battle of Hogwarts. "So what will it be, Granger?"
"A sexual harassment lawsuit I imagine," she says curtly, but she doesn't move. Not one inch.
"Shall I draw up the paperwork?"
She clears her throat. "Drinks."
"Drinks?"
"And dinner. Those will suffice." She stands, still barely coming up to my shoulders. "Friday work for you?"
"I could move some things around…"
"Wonderful." She reaches down to the briefcase she brought in with her, digs through it a moment, and produces a single, pink parchment before she slams it into my sternum. "I expect this to be finished by then. Or I will file that lawsuit." Her eyes are challenging -just the way I like it.
I can't suppress the smug look that paints over my features as I nod once in confirmation, calling her bluff. "Friday it is. Eight o'clock?"
Please, leave a thought!
~A.
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