A/N: This one isn't quite as sight heavy as I wanted, but it will have to do.

Draco: Sight

Draco straightened his framed diploma and took a step back. Satisfied that it was level, he walked over to his chair and sat down, only to see that the picture on his desk was askew. As he reached to set it aright, Photo Narcissa beamed at Photo Draco, while Photo Lucius stood tall behind him, his hand resting on his shoulder. There hadn't been many opportunities for family pictures these past couple of years, what with Lucius under house arrest first imposed by Voldemort, and then by the Ministry of Magic. But Lucius had been granted special permission to attend Draco's graduation ceremony from Hogwarts.

Draco ran his hands through his hair. Things were better now, he reminded himself.

Tomorrow Draco would start his first proper job, given to him not because of his parents' connections (ha! those no longer existed), but on the strength of his performance on his NEWTs and at his interview. With a small sigh of contentment, he leaned back in his chair and surveyed his new office.

It wasn't much to boast about, but after an hour of cleaning and straightening spells, it was pristine.

Reaching into his right desk drawer, he pulled out a bag of Fizzing Whizbees and popped one of the sherbet-flavored candies into his mouth. The bubbles effervesced on his tongue and he savored the feeling of weightlessness as he began to rise from his chair. Only his knees hitting the underside of the desk prevented him from floating higher.

Noticing a smudge on his name plate, he pulled out his handkerchief to clean the gift from his parents. The white gold in which his name and job title had been engraved in the marble now gleamed as brightly as the rest of his office.

He was just putting his handkerchief away when someone knocked on the door. Not waiting for permission, the intruder burst in.

'Hello, I wanted to introdu—'

Draco fumbled for his armrests and held himself down to the chair. Glancing up, his irritation soon turned to shock when he saw who was standing in his doorway.

Hermione Granger?

Clearly, she was just as surprised to see him. She blinked and had yet to utter another word.

It had been nearly two months since he had seen her last. He had tried not to look at her as they glided across the Great Lake, though it was difficult as they shared the same boat with two other graduates. She had been happily chatting with the Girl Weasley, while he fixed his eyes on the choppy waters below.

When they had reached the other side of the lake, he alighted from the boat first. For reasons he had yet to identify, he considered holding his hand out to help her. Summoning his courage, he was just about to speak when someone called out her name and she jumped out of the boat. Two brown-haired people—her parents, he assumed—rushed forward to greet her, and soon after a sea of red hair descended en masse on her and the youngest Weasley. Just before he turned away, their eyes met and she smiled at him before being swallowed up by the crowd.

She was still the same Granger he remembered, though with slight alterations which he quickly decided were improvements. Her mother must have given her a talk about workplace professionalism. The stylish white robes she wore were much more fitted than anything she'd had at Hogwarts, though still managed to be tasteful. The only other change was her hair. The exuberant ringlets had been pulled back from her face, artfully piled at the top of her head. The hand she had held out to shake his moved to her neck, self-consciously touching the spot behind her ear. He silently cursed, realizing he had been wondering if she still used the same shampoo.

'What are you doing here?' Draco asked, more harshly than he intended.

'I…that is to say,' she pressed her hands against her stomach, then smoothed out her robes. 'I am the new researcher for the International Magical Office of Law.'

That was news to him. Unaccustomed to being tactful, he struggled to find the politest way of telling her she was wrong. 'I think you are mistaken,' he said as gently as he could, then pointed to his name plate. 'For you see, I am the new researcher for the International Magical Office of Law.'

Before Granger could respond, Draco's new boss stuck her head into the office. 'Ah, I see I have arrived too late and you've already met.'

Granger whirled around, and Draco's eyes moved down her body, stopping where the white material of her robes fluttered just above her knees.

'Draco and I know each other from school.'

Draco?

His head snapped up to her face, only to find her looking at him. He saw confusion in her eyes, but he refused to look away as that would mean he had done something wrong. He felt his jaw tighten, and he hoped that the heat he felt in his face did not mean he was blushing.

The small but athletic Mavis Garner, head of the International Magical Office of Law, stepped inside, looking around at his office.

'I assumed as much.'

Mavis strolled over to Draco's desk and picked up his name plate. 'Nice,' she said, then set it back down crookedly. 'Just so you are aware, you two will be working with each other. A lot. We even put your offices across from each other to make communication easier.' Mavis gestured with her hand to his open door.

Sure enough, Draco could see her desk from where he sat. It was still covered with unpacked boxes.

'I must say I have heard rumors that you two did not get along in school. I hope that is a thing of the past.' Mavis's stern green gaze shifted between them, reminding him of Headmistress McGonagall.

'Of course,' they said in unison.

Mavis clapped her hands together loudly. 'Excellent. Well, I'll leave you to it. See you tomorrow at nine,' and with that, she was gone.

Draco watched as Granger walked over to his diploma. His hand twisted in the fabric of his robe, trying to focus on any anything other than the treacherous idea of pulling the pins from her hair and burying his face in the soft mass of curls. Or at least he assumed it was soft; he'd never touched it.

'I like what you've done to your office,' she said.

'Thank you,' was all he could think to say.

'I should probably get going. I still have a lot of setting up to do.'

Draco nodded.

She was about to walk out of his office when she turned around. 'Just one last thing.' She walked over to his desk, picked up his name plate and used the sleeve of her robe to polish it. When she set it back down, it was as it had been before Mavis had moved it. 'Much better.'

Without thinking Draco said, 'Would you care for some help…Hermione?'

She looked up at him and smiled. 'I'd like that.'

Draco followed her out of his office, his feet not touching the ground.