Treading Dangerous Ground
[A/N- I know the drill, none of J. k. Rowling's stuff is mine, Harry Potter is not mine, any of his lackeys are not mine- and no matter how hard I pray…Sirius Black and Serverus Snape will never truly be real and hence will never be mine, this plot however is mine. Please give me your thoughts, and be gentle on the flames, I'm very fragile.]
Warning- This is a violent-love fiction, I cannot do fluff, so if it offends you, be advised and don't read it. Pairing- DM/HG- Rated R to be safe.
One: Damn.
Draco Malfoy sat behind his lavish desk, brooding over papers full of nonsense.
"What the hell am I supposed to do with this? Stick it up my bloody arse?!" he cried exasperatedly, shoving books, quills and parchment off onto the floor.
A low chuckling at the door told him that someone had seen his little outburst. He turned; it was his superior Auror, Alastor Moody.
"Moody." Draco murmured, as he nodded his head briefly.
"Malfoy," Moody said with a sneer, his magical eye swiveling around dizzyingly, "Minister wants to see you urgently."
Draco scowled, "I'll see him later; right now I'm busy."
"He said urgently, Malfoy, as in now. If you won't move, I'll make you," Moody growled, "I'll hex you, make no mistake that I won't."
"Alright, I'm coming; don't get your knickers in a bundle."
Moody's face went from a grotesque smile into a even more grotesque mask of glee.
"Good boy." he said cheerily, as Malfoy shoved past him out into the corridor.
Moody led him down the hall to the Minister's office, humming under his breath.
A/N- Ok, Hermoine's turn! I love Draco- I love bad boys, flame sweetly.
Hermoine Granger sat behind her cluttered desk dreaming and mooning over days long past.
A picture on the wall caught her attention- and against her will, her eyes began to tear up,
Her, Harry and Ron….
Would it be any different if Harry hadn't died to save humanity from the entity of evil? Voldemort had been killed- but at what cost? Harry was gone…Ron…crazy…. Why did Harry have to protect humanity?- why him?
Hermoine was broken from her thoughts by a sharp rapping at the door- before she could respond, Satan himself waltzed into the room.
"Malfoy!"
"Oh good, so you haven't forgotten me, Mudblood."
"It's hard to forget the devil, Malfoy."
"Touché." he said, his eyebrows arching slightly, he continued to leer at her lecherously a few moments before shutting the door behind him.
"I didn't invite you here and from my understanding vampires need to be invited in, now get out of my office."
"Granger, vampires only need to be invited into human dwellings- this isn't a home."
She chose to ignore him, "Why are you in my office?" she paled, "Did they pass the marriage law?"
Malfoy gave a low chuckle.
"Oh yes, they passed it. And I thought I'd be the first to propose, seeing as Potty's dead and Weasel's gone ins--"
He didn't get to finish.
"I hate you!" Hermoine shrieked, flinging herself against him as hard as she could, scratching, hitting, and clawing at him with ferocious vigor-
"No you don't," came his cold, unflinching reply, "you want me so much it hurts."
She pulled away, her eyes filled with unrequited loathing:
"Leave it to you, Malfoy, as to be so arrogant as to think I would ever want you. Now get out of my office."
He sneered, drawing closer.
"Granger, is that anyway to talk to your new partner?"
"I can talk to you anyway I-"
Hermoine shook her head and forced herself to meet his dead, gray eyes civilly.
"Partner?"
"Yes, partner. They decided that you needed someone to help you out this time, and seeing as I'm the best," he smirked, "I got recruited." he smiled broadly, and Hermoine had to restrain herself mentally from wiping the look from his face.
"Bastard." she managed to croak out before she flew past him out of the room, trying to find Moody and make him explain this madness.
Draco smiled slowly.
This would be an interesting job, tormenting the little Mudblood wouldn't be so bad- eventually he would make her scream and fall into his arms. It would only be a job perk, not like he would actually enjoy her.
From down the hall he could hear her angry screams, "Damn," he muttered before taking one last smug look around Hermoine's office, "this job might be more work than it's worth." with that he exited the small office, bracing himself for Moody and Granger's reprimands.
A/N- I know, I know, short, crappy chapter, but hey, I'm "learning" in school and it's hard for me to be creative and pretend I'm learning all at once. Please send me reviews- I'm begging, but be nice on the flamers and the howlers!!
