Another update for you so soon! I don't know what it is about this story, but I can write it so easily, whereas I have writer's block with my other story, 'Secrets'.
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"I am being completely serious." His jaw is tense, as if he is grinding his teeth, "I mean it. I want you."
Her laughter stops abruptly, "Seriously?"
"Yes."
"You have got to be the biggest idiot I know!" She swats at him repeatedly, only for him to dodge each blow, "You do not come into my place of work and tell me that you want me! I don't give a damn what you want. You can find what you want on any corner of the street down town or in the atrium for that matter! Now, I have to go to this meeting and when I get out, you better not be here."
She rotates around on one heel and she's gone.
Fucking Granger.
XX
Well that went fucking terrible. Honestly, who does that woman think she is? She really thinks she's some perfect person. What with her flawless figure and undomesticated hair, it's the paradox I've wondered over for years.
Draco leans against the wall where she left him.
How long before she gets out of this meeting… Should I wait? Should I go?
Draco looks at his watch; it's 1:15. He huffs a breath and darts back towards the lift. He waits for level seven and follows the signs down the corridor, 'British and Irish Quidditch Headquarters'. The ministry is busy as ever with flying memos, wizards and witches bustling about. He finds himself outside Cormac McLaggen's office.
This bloody twit… couldn't play quidditch in school so he has to take over the sport for the entire wizarding world of Britain.
"Who is lurking outside my door? Just bloody come in already!"
Draco pushes open the door without hesitation.
"Damn it to all hell, I should have kept my bloody mouth shut." Cormac leans back in his chair, "What the fuck do you want? More blackmail?"
"You know… That does sound appealing, but no, not today..." Draco sits down in the nearest armchair and crosses his legs, getting comfortable.
"Then what?" Cormac is clearly irritated.
"I hear you're planning a tournament."
This changes McLaggen's demeanor all together, "Ehm, yes."
"With whom? Why haven't I heard about this?"
"It was just announced yesterday." His answer is clipped, as if he doesn't want to divulge any more information than necessary.
"Yes, but we've been…" Draco hesitates, trying his best to find a word that is not 'blackmail', "in contact monthly for about three years now."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I don't exactly like to share my past times with the person who is twisting my arm."
"Shut up, you make it sound so terrible. It's not that much that I ask of you." Draco smirks, knowing McLaggen wants nothing more than for him to leave.
"Look, you're stuck with me until…" Shit, what time does Granger leave?
"Until when, Malfoy? I'd like to get some shit done today."
"I'll help you. Whatever."
"When are you leaving? I have a… something… someone to contend with."
"Uh-oh, McLaggen? Another affair in the ministry, is it? You're destroying yet another marriage?" He looks slightly ashamed, but then he's right back to his overconfident self, "What is it about these married women that draws you in?"
"Damn it, Malfoy! They are just so forbidden." He grins.
"Really. That's it? That they are forbidden?" Draco asks with distaste.
"Really, yeah." He jerks his head, shifting his curly locks out of his eyes.
"Well, I suppose it could be worse." He looks as if it pains him to say these words.
"That it could. I need you to stop straying from my question. So I'll ask again, when are you leaving?" Cormac says it with force this time, demanding an answer.
"You really make no qualms about the fact that you want me to leave do you?"
"Nope."
"Fine. When does Hermione Granger leave?"
McLaggen looks taken back, "How should I know?"
Draco gives him a hard stare, "Look, Mac. I know you fancied her in school and I'm certain you still do. You know when she leaves."
"You fancy Hermione? Ha! You've got yourself into some tough shit, let me tell you."
"And just what does that mean? And yes, I'll own it, I think she's… ideal."
"You think she's… ideal? Is that the best you've got?" Cormac laughs, "Oh, oh, ho, you're going to fail, miserably I might add. You do realize that the last person Hermione was seen dating was none other than Jack Griffith."
"That doesn't bother me, I don't even know who that is."
"It should bother you. He's an author."
"So?"
"SO? You are being incredibly dim. Do you not realize who she is? She's not just the beautiful and smart witch that everyone knows she is."
"You sound like you love her, McLaggen." Draco's body tenses with jealously. Why does McLaggen get to tell him about women… about Hermione Granger specifically? What the actual fuck, right now. This guy is the biggest prick since… well, me… this last weekend. Ah, fuck my life.
"Do you like her or not?"
"Of course I fucking like her. She's the only woman I have ever tried to chase in my life."
"Oh, so that's the problem? You just don't know what you're doing." He laughs.
"McLaggen! Please! This has got to be a joke. You are literally the world's worst person. You cannot lecture me!" His temper is rising and he has to get out of there, Out of the little office with Cormac and his probably little penis.
"Oh, I think I can. I might be an egoistical prick but at least I know I am. I know how to… go about things the right way."
"When do you EVER go about things the right way?"
"I don't know? How do I get with these married women?"
Draco jumps up, pissed. "THEY OBVIOUSLY HATE THEMSELVES AND THEIR LIVES!"
"Why are you yelling? Bloody hell, Draco! Sit down!"
"I can't deal with the shit right now. I have to get the fuck away from you before I murder you." He hisses under his breath.
Who the fuck is Jack Griffith?