Chapter ONE:
"Do not slam my doors, Draco Malfoy" Hermione ordered causing Draco to open and slam the door to her office once again.
"Very mature"
"mememame" Draco mimicked. He plopped onto her sofa and put up his feet.
"Go back to your own office, I have work to do" Hermione said falling into her own chair behind a desk, shuffling the notes from the meeting.
"My department is boring; I like your office better. The view is amazing." Draco leered at her suggestively.
"Oh shut it"
"Come see me tonight, I've got a few plans for you," he winked.
"I can't I have dinner plans" she said absentmindedly.
"Come afterward"
"I really don't know when I'll be back."
"Oh, Granger has a date has she?" he teased. "Well, let us hope the poor bloke can last through the whips and chains"
"Draco! Get out!"
"Fine, I'll see you at lunch," and he stalked out of her office and back to the Department of Ministry Finance.
At noon, Draco went down to the Ministry cafeteria and found two red-heads and a scarface, sans a know-it-all. "Where's Granger? She skipping meals again?" He jested while sitting down to a large salad and a muggle cola, all Harry's fault.
"No, something about a lunch meeting, must be really important, she went with Kingsley." Harry replied in between bites.
"That's odd, I was in her office and she didn't mention a meeting," everyone else at the table looked at each other with knowing eyes. "And she has some sort of dinner meeting tonight as well then."
"No she doesn't, she has a date. She had better not have rescheduled Blaise again." Ginny answered.
All three men at the table looked up at the one woman, who was currently in mid bite. "What in blazes are you talking about woman?" Draco said finally breaking the silence much to the dismay of the others. Ginny looked guiltily down at her food to avoid his gaze.
"Weaslette."
"Okay, I'll tell you but she made me promise not to say anything." Ginny took a deep breath, "She and Blaise have been trying to go on their first date for months now, and they could never seem to find the time, until now." She finished her sentence quietly. She tried to read Draco's expression, it wasn't really hurt or anger, more like a mixture between frustration and regret.
"I'm no longer hungry." Draco got up and went straight to his office, where he told his secretary he was popping off early and used his private floo calling out clearly "Malfoy Manor".
By the time Hermione cleared her desk for the end of the day, she had realized that she hadn't seen Draco all day, except when he was bothering her after the meeting. He had just left when she told him to, she wasn't even sure what he was saying or what she said, she was so preoccupied. She was going to have a meeting with the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt and the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at lunch today.
After 3 years and 4 months of faithful service in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, she had had it. Why try to help elves if they don't want it? S.P.E.W was definitely D.E.A.D. She was ready for a change and luckily there was a post open in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement as a Ministry Prosecutor, something she was very qualified for.
She had gotten the job, thanks to the minister. Now she had two weeks to pack her things and train her replacement. She was ecstatic. Additionally, she had a date with a tall, dark and handsome man at 7 tonight. Life couldn't get any better than this.
For Draco, life couldn't get any worse than this. He was feeling, what was it? Yes, emotions. These emotions were eating away at him. He didn't know how to remedy it in a timely manner. The only thing
that would have made him feel better was to be in bed with a certain lioness, and she was currently indisposed.
At first, he thought he would go to his parents for help. They were crap parents but they must know something helpful, right? Obviously, they were too preoccupied with the contents of Lucius' pants to know the sky from the ground.
The instant he arrived in his flat, Draco instantly demanded a glass of firewhiskey and told the elf to keep them coming. It was either that or obliviate himself. While drinking his volume in liquor, he poured his heart out to Fifi, the elf.
The elf although extremely terrified that he would say the wrong thing, suggested to his nearly comatose master that he may be jealous of Blaise. At which time, Draco passed out.
He woke again an hour later to toss up his dinner and was tucked into bed by Fifi with a bucket, just in case. This was indeed a bad day for Draco.
