Thank you guys for the views and reviews from the last chapter! I decided that I might either upload every week or every two weeks (I'll probably go with the latter. But only because I have a lot of projects going on in college, so sorry for the inconvenience.)

Also, thank you for those who took part in the game, I'm sure that it would get better after some time. So, here's the results from last time: (Don't worry if you don't have an account, I'll just put you in as your guest name.)

RandomReviewer: I
Insane Psycho: I

1 Pick Up Line/Cliche/Quote

Date 2

In Hermione's office…

Hermione was working quietly and diligently on her desk in her personal office in the Ministry Of Magic. She was lucky enough to bag herself one of the few office and paperwork related jobs left in the Ministry after the war. She had piles of work to do and couldn't afford to have any distractions to keep her from her job.

Years ago, Hermione tried out field work with her fellow co-workers and long-term best friends, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. Those fantastic two passed their Auror exams with flying colours right after the war, and now their colours are flying all around; all over the Wizarding world. It's not as if Hermione didn't pass the exams either. She passed it with better grades than her two best friends, actually. However, she didn't particularly enjoy the prospect of flying, a feat that she never did conquer properly during her years in Hogwarts; neither did she enjoy the thought of hunting down Death Eaters that once tortured her in the Malfoy Manor, a memory she would rather suppress within her subconscious.

So, now, Hermione would much rather work behind a desk and be enslaved by masses of paperwork stacked sky-high in her small, dainty cubicle. She enjoyed the thought of being important enough that she actually is helping the everyday goings-on in her precious little, secluded, world. Even if she didn't have the space that she wanted, even if she didn't have the position she would much rather have, even if she didn't have the best boss there is in the world, she still enjoyed her job.

Oh, yes. Harry had his Auror business and so did Ron, Ginny worked in St. Mungo's helping wounded veterans, and Luna and Neville joined forces to help run the school. Yes, Hermione was content. Satisfied. Complacent.

"Ah, Granger, enslaved by paper-work again, I see."

Except for the small fact that Draco Malfoy was her boss.

"Go away, Malfoy, can't you see I'm busy?" She hissed. It was an early morning and Hermione didn't feel like being disturbed when mountains of paper were waiting for her. Neither did she feel like giving up her precious time to her boss who did nothing but sleep with all the girls in the office and show up to a meeting or two.

"Now, now, Her-mi-o-ne," He dragged out her first name in a patronising way, "that is no way to speak to your boss. You may address me by 'Mr. Malfoy', 'Mr. Draco', 'Sir', 'Sexay-Thang'. Any one of those that you prefer, however, I suggest the latter."

Draco Malfoy leaned his body against her desk and stared at her intently. His beach blonde hair partially covered his face and his stormy grey eyes sent thunder shocks through Hermione's body; as it always had. He had his signature smirk plastered on his lips, where it had slightly turned to a half smile; half smouldering, half smirking.

"Mr. Malfoy, Sir, as you can see I'm quite busy. If you do not mind-" Hermione pushed her boss off of her desk with such force it sent the grown man fumbling sideways. "- I'd like to be alone."

"Alright, Granger, all you had to do was ask me to leave. Geez." Draco straightened up and fixed his suit. "Oh how I love a comforting voice in the morning! Especially if that voice belonged to you, Granger." Draco retorted sarcastically.

Hermione stared at him coldly, "What do you actually want, Mr. Malfoy? How can I be of service to you in your urgent time of need? What can I do to help your poor helpless self?" Hermione spat out each word venomously. It struck her nerves the way he stood there with a smirk plastered onto his face as if he were a little boy in their first year of Hogwarts once more.

"Well, Granger, it just so turns out I really do need your assistance. My helpless self needs your assistance."

"Oh, Merlin, what is it this time Malfoy? I'm afraid if it has something to do with your helpless self, you would find a much greater source of help from Lydia over there. It's so clear she wants it, since every time you pass by she hitches her skirt up higher by a few inches each time. One day, you'll see her with her skirt strangling her neck in result to what she's doing."

Both looked at the scandalously clad witch a few desks away from Hermione. The woman stared back at Draco and slowly licked her lips, she then tugged on her skirt; so much so that it started to show her pink frilly thong.

Draco gave a visible shudder, "Urgh." He muttered. "She looks just like Umbridge."

Hermione giggled and turned to Draco, "What do you really want, Malfoy?"

"First, let's get rid of this 'Last-Name-Basis' crap. It's not particularly great to be called by my surname rather than my given name. Seeing as 'Malfoy' means bad luck; whereas 'Draco' means dragon, I guess you could see why the latter is my preference."

"Okay, okay, whatever I have to do to get you out of here as quickly as possible. Next?"

"Secondly, I think there's something seriously wrong with my eye."

Hermione stood up from her seat looking quite concerned, "Your eye? Which one?" Draco pointed to his left one, "That one? Oh, let me see."

Hermione and Draco looked at each other for about five minutes whilst Hermione concentrated on looking for something peculiar in Draco's eye. She found nothing. After another set of agonisingly long 5 minutes, Hermione embarrassedly turned away.

"I can't find anything wrong with your eye, Draco." She muttered quietly. "What's wrong with it?"

Draco grabbed Hermione by the waist, turned her towards him and looked directly into her warm, chocolate brown eyes.

"They can't seem to stop looking at you." Draco whispered.

Hermione stared into his eyes, while Draco stared into hers. The minutes that passed felt like light-years. Electricity was flowing between them. No romantic feelings were felt. However, the connection between the two were so intensified by their stares, people would mistake it for a strong connection of lust.

Finally, Hermione slammed her left arm heavily on Draco's chest. He took a deep breath in and let go of the crazed woman.

"Go away, Draco!" She cried, "I'm really busy and I don't need your distractions. So, go!"