Just a Lumione drabble. Enjoy! Constructive criticism is always welcome.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling, I just play around with them. And it's so damn fun!)
- Why, Miss Granger, I almost didn't see you there! You seem to camouflage with parchment.
- Mr. Malfoy. - she reluctantly acknowledged.
- I'd expected to find you at the Aurors' Office.
- Yes, well. I don't work there.
- Rejected?
- My decision.
- Surely.
- If you must know, I feel much more comfortable here.
- For a Gryffindor, you lie with so much ease…
- For a Slytherin, you are lingering on this desk too much.
- I'm bored, Granger. - said He, and Hermione thought she was hearing Draco.
- I am not your clown!
- My what?
- It's a muggle thing.
- Should have known. – he sneered.
- If you are so annoyed, perhaps you should leave.
- As much as I want to I can't. I'm waiting for the Main Counselor to arrive.
- Well, can't you wait for him in another room?
- The courtesy of this office is somewhat lessened of late. I do not feel…welcome.
- Draw your own conclusions. You are an intelligent man.
- That I am, Miss Granger. For that same reason, I do not enjoy being played with. Well, not like this, anyway.
- I do not wish to discuss personal matters with you, Malfoy.
- Easily distracted, Granger? I thought you could write and listen at the same time. Really, it doesn't take a bright witch to accomplish that, does it?
- I thought the Lord of Malfoy Manor had more important business than to bother muggleborns.
- Then, clearly, you were wrong.
Hermione cringed at that word but said nothing. She loathed the grin that appeared on Lucius Malfoy's face, he looked too damn pleased with himself. She made a mental note to wipe it off at the first opportunity she had.
- You don't like being wrong, do you Granger?
- Do you, Mr. Malfoy? - she asked, in a high-pitched voice.
- Not really. Fortunately, it hardly ever happens.
Hermione couldn't help herself and snorted.
- Excuse me, Miss Granger? Can that unladylike manifestation be translated into actual words?
She cleared her throat, a little flustered.
- I simply find amusing that you think you are correct all the time.
- Who's calling the kettle black, exactly? - he said, the corner of his mouth twitching into the Malfoy smirk.
- Please, Mr. Malfoy! - she actually laughed a little, running her fingers through the pages of a book - I'm sure I'm much more flexible than you!
- Tell me, just how much can you stretch, Hermione? - his low drawl made her freeze. Finding her voice again, she answered back with some struggle:
- I didn't… Stop provoking me!
She could see his chest vibrating with quiet laughter.
- Oh, I think providing a man with that mental image is much more provocative indeed!
- You're infuriating, you know that?
- And you, my dear... are a tease.
- I don't have time for this. - She turned her attention to a pile of unfinished reports.
- One would think a young woman your age should know better than to put a wizard's mind to work in that direction.
- You have a dirty mind. - she spoke vehemently, with a strained note in her voice. She then heard the swift sound of rich fabric and silence. A strong, gloved hand came to rest firmly on her shoulder as his face approached hers from behind. She could only focus on the door in front of her as he growled into her ear, his breath hot against her skin:
- Then you better guard that insolent tongue of yours lest I take it as an invitation.