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Hermione Granger walked into the lady's room at the Ministry, wondering if her day could get any worse. Coffee stains covered a third of her blouse, and her hair had gotten loose from its tight bun, instead hanging down in messy tendrils across her face.

She sighed. Not exactly the best way to start the day. And what's worse? Percy hadn't even apologized to her! No, he just walked away, leaving her with a wet, coffee stained white shirt; which was even now clinging rather poetically to her less than poetic figure.

Luckily – for her and for him – she kept a spare set of clothes in her office. She was sure she'd be less grumpy when the proof of his clumsiness wasn't spread out all over her. Then again... Fred and George had just introduced some new items into the store. Maybe she should introduce them to Percy.

Smirking at the thought, she pushed open a stall and shrieked loudly, before she was quickly silenced by a large hand upon her mouth. "Shh, Granger, it's just me. Shut up!" Finally having wrestled his hand away from her mouth, she cursed loudly, pushing her hair off her face.

"Malfoy? What in merlin's baggy y-fronts are you doing in the ladies room?" Her voice was dangerously calm. Everyone knew not to mess with her when she used that voice.

"Powdering my nose, what's it look like, Granger?" Everyone except Draco Malfoy, apparently.

Her eyes narrowed. Never a good sign. "Tell me why you are hiding in the lady's loo before I hex you."

"Humph. I'd like to see you try."

"Stupe-" Hermione roared, before Draco's hand covered her mouth once again.

"Granger, you silly bint! Keep your voice down! I'll have you know that I'm not hiding from anything. I'm a Malfoy. We don't hide." Hermione rolled her eyes. "Get to the point, ferret."

He glared at her.

"Before I hex you, Malfoy!"

"Fine! Fine! I am simply... Actively avoiding Pansy Parkinson."

"And you felt compelled to hide in the ladies loos because...? "

"Well, see here, I thought to myself. If I were Pansy – a fate worse than Azkaban, mind you – where would I not think to look for Draco Malfoy? Easy! Where no man has ever gone before. The forbidden zone... The ladies' loo!"

"Why would you think that was a good idea Malfoy?!"

"Desperation drives people to do strange things, Granger. Now. Since I assume you were planning to use the lavatory before you stumbled upon me, I suggest you do so now and forget you ever saw me."

Hermione didn't seem to hear him. She looked puzzled. "Why not just apparate out?"

He winced. "Well... Pansy may have stolen my wand."

Hermione chuckled and shook her head. "So. Let me get this straight. You are stuck here. With no escape route, and no plan."

"That sounds quite accurate, actually."

"How long have you been in here? And how long do you intend to stay? You're not planning to sleep here, are you?"

Malfoy sighed. "Well, she cornered me when I came into work, so I'd wager... an hour? And I will stay in here as long as she's waiting for me out there."

Hermione scoffed. "That's a terrible plan. No wonder you were always second best. Malfoy! Do you really think she'll go the whole day without having to use the restroom even once?"

"There are other restrooms!"

She sighed impatiently. "This is the closest to her office. She will come in here – I mean, I can't quite see her using the men's room, can you?"

"Bollocks. You're right."

She smiled smugly, and, satisfied she had made her point, she moved to walk away when Malfoy grabbed her hand.

After the war, she and Malfoy had developed an almost healthy working relationship. It was a disturbing thought. Still, they were both adults now. Well... she was. After hearing his ridiculous, half thought out plan, she wasn't sure he qualified anymore.

Still, even though they managed to tolerate each other most of the time, it only worked because they didn't have much contact. But now she was giving him advice and he was grabbing her hand?!

Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she realized Malfoy was talking.

"... So you see, this could work! She would never realize!"

"Malfoy. Malfoy, stop! I wasn't listening."

He sighed. Women. Well, actually, most women hung off his every word. It was just her. Hermione Granger. Something about her, just made him want to... to kill someone. She infuriated him. Unfortunately, at this junction, he needed her help.

"Grange – Hermione."

What – had he just called her Hermione?! Well. That was a first. She wasn't sure she liked it. This felt too civil. She took out her wand and shot a stinging hex at his nose to get rid of that uncomfortable notion.

"Wha – OW! What the bollocks was that for?!"

"Excuse me, I have to be going." Hermione may have smirked a little as she pushed past him for the second time. This time, he let her go.

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