Ugh what time is it? Hermione thought to herself as she sat at her new desk. Since she and the other employees from her company were only staying there temporarily, they were assigned cubicles. This was fine for Hermione since she didn't bring a lot of things to work with her anyway, but every once in a while she would hear the complaints of her female coworker that worked behind her. Thankfully, her cubicle was stationed near a window that overlooked a forest.

She looked at the big wall clock at the far wall and saw that it was 10 o'clock. Needing to take a break from settling in and getting used to new surroundings, Hermione walked toward the kitchen to get her third cup of coffee.

As she was waiting for the pot to brew, she sat down at the table closest to the coffee machine. She liked to watch the dripping of her beverage because it helped her to take her mind off things. Soon she zoned out, but what snapped her back to reality was the sound of a chair squeaking on the floor some inches to her right.

When Hermione turned around she saw a man sitting down in the chair he pulled out setting some fruits on the table. He looked up at her with eyes that resembled the ocean, and smiled at her with teeth as white and perfect as pearls. When he smiled, the skin under his unshaven beard crinkled in all the right places. When he looked back down, his light brown hair clipped just above his eyebrows flopped down with the rest of his head. The dark blue blazer he wore contrasted almost perfectly with his eyes, and the black of his t-shirt made his cream skin seem darker than it should, but maybe it was just her.

The coffee machine beeped and Hermione had to shake her head to remember what she was doing. She stood up to get her mug and pour her coffee in. When she finished flavoring her drink with cream and sugar, she saw a plate of muffins just by the door. How had she not seen them when she walked in? Nevertheless, she took a banana nut muffin and popped a piece into her mouth. Satisfied with the taste, she walked out of the kitchen, muffin and coffee in hand, when a blue-colored arm reached out in front of her to grab a cranberry muffin. She abruptly came to a stop but thankfully never spilled her coffee.

As blue-blazer man was walking out of the kitchen, he kept his eyes on hers and winked at her just before the frame of his body disappeared behind the frame of the door.

It took her a while to realize what had just happened. He smiled at her. Then he winked at her. Both equally made him look even more attractive than he did with a straight face.

Wait, what was she doing? Ron's level of attractiveness was what she was supposed to be thinking about, not this random man's.

But then again, he was random, she thought as she walked back to her cubicle. He was a random man she met at her work kitchen, and, though they worked together, it was unlikely they would see each other again.

When lunch rolled around, Hermione found herself sitting at a table nearest the window so that she wouldn't lose sight of the forest view. Plus, there was no one she really wanted to sit with today, so she thought that if she sat neat the back of the kitchen no one would notice her.

She was wrong.

She was in the middle of putting her leftover chicken from last night into her mouth when blue-blazer man sat directly across from her at the table. However, when he sat down with some fancy magazine, he made no indication of her presence. No smile, no wink. Nothing. She thought nothing of it so she sat there and continued eating her chicken and green beans and staring out the window. She saw a deer walk out onto where the concrete met the forest, but it quickly retreated back at the sight of smokers.

"Morning Lewis," she heard an unfamiliar, deep voice say. Maybe it belonged to the voice of the mystery man.

When she looked up, she saw a familiar blond sitting across from her, beside said mystery man. He was looking back, and he smiled at her; almost as perfect as the man sitting beside him, but not quite.

Stop it, she thought to herself.

"Mornin' Draco," said Lewis. Huh. He looks like a Lewis.

She was still looking at Draco, and he was still smiling. Lewis didn't even look up, and she was so grateful that no one else was paying attention to her.

"Care to introduce me to your friend here?" Draco asked Lewis.

That's when Lewis finally looked up. "Oh, I've no idea who she is. Cute though," he said, as though she weren't there, and with that he looked back down into his magazine.

Both men were grinning now. Hermione could feel one tugging at the corners of her lips but decided not to and resumed eating her chicken.

When she had finished eating, she put her containers back into the lunch bag she had brought and stood up to make her way back to her cubicle. Draco stood up as soon as she did, told Lewis he would see him later, and walked out of the kitchen.

While Hermione was making her way out of the kitchen, she turned a corner and almost screamed when Draco walked right into her. She was about to apologize, but the look on his face made it seem like this was his intention, so instead she cleared her throat and tried to walk around him. He stopped her at placed her back where she was before.

"Granger," he said with a smirk. "Never had I thought we would meet again like this. How's Weasel?"

"Ron is doing very well thanks. I would ask you how you are in return because that would be the courteous thing to do. Only I don't care," she said, annoyed. And with that she walked past him and headed to where the cubicles were.

With his hands in his pockets, he somehow managed to catch her pace, which would have been faster had she not been wearing heels. Even though she wasn't looking at him, she could feel him smiling; shining brightly like the sun. "Just as feisty as I remember," he said in an almost-laugh. He quickened his pace and stopped right in front of her face so that they were now face-to-face again. He looked like he was going to say something witty or sarcastic, but instead he said, "I hope you like working here, Granger."

And he walked off in the opposite direction, hands still buried in his pockets.

Just as cocky as I remember, she thought as she watched him saunter away.

She remember when she saw Draco's little episode at the restaurant a few days ago. How different he looks compared to that night. For some reason, he smiled more now than he did before. She knew it was just a show, for all she was to him was a 'filthy mud-blood' and she hardly saw why that would change.

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