Hermione couldn't believe who she was going to a meeting with, her enemy Draco Malfoy. Malfoy was working as a bank manger in a muggle world. She worked up to the office and he opens the door to her
"Come in, Miss Granger" he said. To Hermione, until very recently, money had been something she spent with careless extravagance on clothes for herself, presents for others and anything else she wanted. Now the supply had dried up. That why she was here in the formidable presence of this well-built six-footer whose physique didn't match the boy who had tormented her during her years at Hogwarts.
Mr. Preston her late father's lawyer, had said that Draco Malfoy wished to see her and might be able to help her and her mother out of the predicament. The first thing Hermione had said was at what cost did that snake need to help her.
Besides that predicament being the understatement of the year, Hermione thought wryly, leaning back in the comfortable leather chair and automatically crossing her legs, remembering a moment too late that this was a no-no in the books of advice on how to impress interviewers.
The movement caused Malfoy to shift the focus of his cold grey gaze from her face to her shapely knees and then to slender ankles.
Hermione was accustomed to men admiring her legs furtively or openly according to temperament but Draco Malfoy was one that didn't have the pleasure.
"You're in trouble" he said with that cocky grin he had since god knows when.
"Presumably you didn't ask me here to tell me what I already know," she replied.
"so why did you invite me here?"