Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Prologue:
Hermione looked up, just a quick glance, to see who had entered her office without knocking and rolled her eyes at the familiar face before looking back at get paperwork, trying to ignore the new presence.
She was almost through, almost lucky enough to actually finish, without interruption when he finally spoke. She used all of her willpower to ignore him because he was complaining, which was the only thing he came to get office to do, and she really needed to finish the paperwork. Unlike jet usual self, she'd put it off until last minute and it had to be on her bosses desk before the end of the day.
"Granger, are you even listening to me?"
She looked up, startled. She'd been doing such a fine job of ignoring him that she hadn't noticed him walking over to get. Mere inches from her face, he looked like a petulant child.
"No." She said simply, turning back to get parchment.
"Whatever. Hurry up." He snarled, sitting in the grand chair on the other side of her desk.
It was a monstrous thing, made of fine material. It was certainly not an office chair. It was, however, a gift from him to her that was really for him when he came to her office, which was most of the time.
"Are you done yet?" He asked impatiently five minutes later and she frowned at him.
"One more word and I'll not hesitate to hex you." She warned in annoyance.
When she had foamy finished, he was looking at her angrily.
"I'm done."
"About bloody time! Now, let's get something to eat." He stood up, dusting invisible lint from his clothing. "And what in Merlins name are you wearing? Is that muggle clothing? Mudblood written all over you. We make the same pay, I know you can afford decent clothing."
Hermione rolled her eyes and let him ramble on. After six years of having Draco Malfoy as her partner, she was used to him. He no longer used such words to degrade her, it just simply was. Any other time she heard the word, she winced and rubbed the raised, angry looking scar on her arm branding her as such.
Perhaps it stopped bothering her when he used it the day he carved it into a purebloods forehead for calling her the same name.
"You're ignoring me again."
"You're annoying me." She pointed out.
Draco wasn't one for small talk, simply complaining, when they were alone or only she could hear.
He frowned at her, opening his mouth. By the surly look on his face, surely to complain some. Before he could though, a shrieking alarm sounded through the Ministry.
"What is that awful sound?" He asked, his handsome face twisting into a foul scowl.
"We're under attack!" She said loudly.
She heard running feet coming from the direction they'd just left and before she could fully turn, a yellow light hit her and suddenly she felt as if she was falling.