AN: Hey all! It's been such a long time since I've written fan fiction, but I decided to come back and actually complete a lengthy story. I have this one all mapped out and it should be spectacular!

Now keep this in mind—I'm a Mechanical Engineering student from the US. Not an English student, or a Law student (you'll understand later if you keep reading!), so please be merciful! I welcome constructive criticism and reviews (reviewers get extra love).

Read on, love on me, and I hope you will enjoy this

And now I'm abusing my Author's Note rights… bye!

The man reclined before her on the opposite chair. His arms and legs were crossed, his eyes fixed on a knot in the rough wood flooring. Though she spoke with urgency, neither his posture nor his attention had changed.

"Did you not hear me?! Am I not making this clear enough for you?" She attempted to run her fingers through her hair, but the unruly strands wouldn't allow it. With a long sigh she awkwardly freed them from the untamed jungle.

"If you don't start telling me you'll take it, your fortune will be usurped, and your life will certainly be miserable."

She searched his face for any reaction. Merlin, even a rude refusal would be better than his silence. At least then she would have more to work with.

With one last plea in her eye, the 23 year old stood from her tattered chair. "Fine then. I certainly won't be coming back down here, Malfoy. I graciously offered my help. Free of charge even. Bloody Hell." She shook her head slowly as he maintained his statuesque appearance. With a quick jolt, she turned on her heels and put extra effort into dramatically storming from the squalid room.

"Wait—" Draco muttered almost inaudibly. The woman stopped at the doorway, with one hand on the frame. She slowly peeked past her shoulder and saw those cold eyes for the first time in six years. They weren't as cold as they were during their school years, but they still had a chilling effect on her. "Sit." He raised his head and flicked his glance to the chair she was just bouncing around on. Hermione Granger tended to get overzealous while trying to convince her clients to comply with her wisdom.

She started to grin but then caught herself. Nobody was to suspect a thing, or she'd have her Wizens taken. If her superiors caught a hint of nonprofessional incentives… Well she wouldn't think about that at the moment. With a well composed expression, she slowly walked back to the sitting area with a raised brow, something he would know how to interpret. After a brief pause, her bum found itself back where it sat for the last uneventful half hour.

"I'll be rid of this place forever?" Draco seemed to speak with unexpected urgency. His eyes looked strained and tired, but they seemed to be searching her as if scouring for a clue that pointed to the punch line.

"As long as you abide by the aforementioned stipulations of the Wizengamot."

"That's it?" He continued to search for that catch, but her face was unwavering.

"The stipulations aren't exactly frosty, Malfoy."

A smirk found itself back on his face. It may have been over six years since that smirk had resided on such handsome real estate, but it was certainly back where he felt it belonged.

Freedom was in his sights.