Because I'm bored and the 12 page essay that is due tomorrow still hasn't quite caught my spark of inspiration... Enjoy.
Disclaimer: If Harry Potter belonged to me, a lot more good people probably would have died.
"Granger, what are you doing?"
She looked up, one delicate eyebrow raised, her back comfortably resting against the backing of her favorite bench in the closest park to the ministry building. A book was propped open in one of her hands while the other held an apple. "I do believe, judging by the book in my hands, that I am reading, Malfoy," she stated matter-of-factly.
He snorted at her sarcasm and dropped down onto the bench next to her, stretching his legs out and leaning back as well. He glanced at her book, scanning the page's contents, before smiling slightly.
"Pride and Prejudice?" He sounded pleased.
She didn't look at him, but he could hear her smile as she replied, "Of course. It's my favorite."
He smirked and reached over towards her, gently taking her hand in his own. "It had better be," he said silkily, turning his head to whisper the words into her ear. She shivered and he smirked. "It is, after all," he continued "going to be our story."
She snorted and he smiled again, turning his head away so that when she looked back at him, she wouldn't be able to see the upward tug at his lips. What he wasn't expecting was for her to pull away and stand up. She turned, quickly dusting off her ministry work robes and skirt before picking up her battered copy of Pride and Prejudice and purse. He watched silently as she took a few steps away from him and then stopped, finally turning to look at him again. There was a fiery passion in her eyes when she said, "Well, if this is our story and that's your version of Darcy's first proposal, Malfoy, then you've got a lot of work to do." And then she was gone.
Draco grinned as he sat on the bench for a little bit longer, his eyes closed while he soaked in the sun. When he finally stood back up and headed to his office to end his lunch break, he glanced quickly at Granger's own office door. Smirking, he turned and headed quickly to his desk.
Even though it wasn't a real proposal, she still hadn't flat out turned him down. That meant that he had a chance. He couldn't help the wide smile that graced his lips as he shut his office door and sat at his desk. A lot of work to do, she had said. He chuckled as he began to neatly rearrange his files.
Oh Hermione Granger, he thought mischievously. You will soon be mine.
Mr. Darcy would look like a bumbling Ronald Weasley when he was through with her. Draco had no doubt about it.
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