Honestly? Rebecca Fleetwood was not the type who liked it rough. So, with this in mind, why would she continue her little liaison with Draco Malfoy? He was cruel, rough, and angry in their interactions more often than not. Bruises always seemed to pop up on her body after they would spend the night together. So, why, in all the reasons of the world, would she keep it up with him? Actually, it was quite simple, really. She loved him. When she caught sight of those stormy grey eyes with her own pale green ones, her heart would flutter like a bird. When his six foot figure loomed over her five and a half, she felt covered and secure. Seeing his platinum hair splayed on the pillow with her own elbow-length ebony and white made her wish she could still time and stay like that forever. Often in moments like these her mind would wander back to when it had all began.
DMRF
"Rebecca, do you have that report on the issues regarding the over infestation of grindylows in Waltagea Lake?" A deep voice resonated in her small office.
Without even looking up from her current work, the young witch flicked her wand, sending a green folder whizzing into the waiting man's hands. "There you are, Minister Shacklebolt. I've marked all the pressing problems in red, and the actions suggested by professionals in blue."
"Ah, Rebecca, ever the Ravenclaw." Kingsley complimented, sitting down to flip through the report.
"As I've told you thousands of times before, Minister, I assure you I was a Gryffindor." She said, half exasperated, half amused as she stopped her work to look at the dark man in front of her.
"And as I've told you thousands of times before, I'm sure the Sorting Hat was confunded." He bantered back good-naturedly. Standing up, Kingsley closed the folder and turned his gaze on the girl before him. "Draco Malfoy is coming in for an interview today." He announced, eyeing her warily.
Rebecca leveled her gaze at him, her tone calm as she replied., "And? I may not be fond of him but just because I was a Gryffindor in the same year as him does not mean I'm going to blow up at the mention of his name. Of course, I hope he's not applying for a job in the Auror's office. Ron Weasley will likely hex him."
Kingsley breathed a sigh of relief. "No, he's applying for your job. I'm promoting you to Head Undersecretary to the Minister."
Rebecca eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. "Really?"
"Yes. You practically do the job anyways, might as well get the office and pay raise to go with it. I'll expect you moved into your new office by tomorrow. After interviewing Malfoy, you can have the rest of the day to move and decorate."
And just like that, Rebecca's suprised excitement dropped. "I have to interview him?" She questioned incredulously.
"Yes." Kingsley answered. "It is you're job he's interviewing for, so you'll know best if he meets requirements. I trust your judgment, Rebecca, and he'll be here soon." He said, sweeping out of her office, his navy blue robes swirling behind him.
"You absolute arse Kingsley Shacklebolt." She muttered, waving her wand to neaten up her cluttered office just a bit. She wasn't particularly fond of Draco, but she'd be damned if she looked bad in front of him. And really her office was far too small for all she did and had to do. The larger office would certainly be welcomed.
As she was just picking up that day's Prophet, a loud knock sounded at her door. "Come in." She called smoothly, slipping her emerald robes back on over her black dress that came just below mid-thigh and taking her seat behind her desk just as the door started to open.