Happy
Draco didn't object to paperwork. He bloody well hated it.
But there were profits. And she was there.
She looked up then, and caught his eyes. Predictably, she scowled.
"What are you smirking at?" she demanded quite rudely.
"Smiling," he corrected placidly, rocking his chair gently backwards. "I'm smiling. Do try and keep up, Granger dear."
"Why are you smiling?"
He shrugged. "I feel happy today."
"What's there to be happy about?" Hermione groused, throwing down her file in exasperation. "I absolutely loathe paperwork!"
Draco's smile only widened.
"Ah," he said, "but that's exactly why."
He ducked the flying quill.
