How Do You Feel About That?
Taking Over… One Question At A Time.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter – If I did Hermione and Draco would be together forever!
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Chapter Summary: Hermione and Draco have their first session. Hermione uses her special shrink skills to get out information from Draco and Draco does a few things out of character – Hermione thinks that he is only doing it to get a reaction.
Chapter Four…
Hmms And Ah's
Hermione, again running late for her 9.00am appointment, presses the 'Floor 4' button in the lift about a million times before the doors even begin to close. As usual, the world was against her getting her full pay for that day as someone grabbed the closing doors… Draco Malfoy.
Draco nodded and checked the digital clock hanging in the elevator.
"Late, Granger" He tutted.
"Considering the fact that you are my first appointment, I think I am just on time." Hermione answered without looking in the direction.
"It's rude not to look at the person you are talking to." Draco smiled.
"It's rude to…" Hermione's boss walked into the lift as she was about to insult her client. "Hello Mr. Zabini." She flattened her pencil skirt and smoothed down her shirt.
"Granger." He nodded in a mutual respect, he looked at her and then at Draco. "Mr. Malfoy – How have you been man?" Blaise shook his hand.
"Not too bad, and your self?" Draco shook his hand back, and made a point to stare in Hermione's eyes almost as if to say, 'Ha! You can't touch this!' Hermione curled her lip and pressed 'Floor 3' instead of getting of on her floor.
"Hermione – you're floor 4 aren't you?" Her boss called from the lift.
"Yeah – I'm going to take the stairs from here though." Hermione then turned the corner and ran up the stairs to beat Malfoy and her Boss.
With luck she managed to reach her office before them – she sat down at her desk and gave her self a quick rest.
"Hello – Welcome to your first session. Please take a seat wherever you find comfortable." Hermione false smiled at Draco and he sat down in the bed like sofa.
"Nice office."
"Okay, maybe you'd like to explain why you are here?" Hermione helpfully asked.
"You know – the colour scheme in here could definitely be improved. Although the red and gold thing works for you, it seems a bit heated. It could distract people from the meeting at hand."
"You mean like how you are being now?" Hermione grew impatient, "Look, nobody has been distracted from anything because of the colours other than you. If I'm being painfully obvious I'd say you were trying to hide something."
"Correct – I am trying to keep my private life, Private!"
"So, why do you turn up to your meetings – which by the way are arranged to last 2 hours each." Hermione lacked enthusiasm as she told Draco the length.
"I'm shocked" He replied, sarcastically, "Don't you not want me here?"
"Yeah – I want nothing more than to sit in a room for you for excessive amount of time, listening to you moan about things such as the colours that for your information were chosen by the owner, and are the same in every room on this floor."
"You're just being rude now – I think someone needs to get laid."
"I think you should just sell your sex in a bottle – that way what you'll be doing wouldn't be wrong and your parents would think you're beyond crazy and just keep you in the house and not send you here."
"Would you like the first bottle?"
"You're avoiding my question."
"No, I am keeping my life private."
"This means you are avoiding my question."
"…"
"Right, Your parents have explained that they think the reason you lack so much respect is because of a deep down thing you have had bottled up." Hermione looked back at her records, "But, I think they are wrong."
"Then you are right."
"I think you are just an arrogant prick who thinks he can have anyone and so puts him self out so much that he completely lacks the knowledge of sexual diseases which can resort in death."
"Wow. I was wrong about you – you don't have a nice side at all. I used to think the only reason you didn't hit me everyday back at school was because you had some form of nice side, this proves that you were just holding back to just let off like that."
"No – I'm nice to people, if I enjoy their company." Hermione shot back, "I don't want you here, and you don't want to be here. So why don't you just make both of our lives easier and let me do my job, or don't turn up."
"And miss out on such a brilliant session every morning – never!"
"Can I ask you a question?" Hermione asked, sincerely.
"Um... Okay." He cautiously agreed.
"Why are you like it?"
"Like what – a sex god, well because…" Draco expected her to stop him, but she didn't, and Draco couldn't continue. He didn't know why he was like it. "I'm a sex god because, look at me Granger. Every one wants what they can't have. You want a better job but you can not afford to risk this one, those girls want the best night of their lives and I'm making what could be impossible possible. I'm giving charity."
"Oh – you're giving your self away in bite size chunks to the hole population of the country?" Hermione raised her eyebrow.
"No… well, I liked it better the way I put it."
"But you agree with what I said?"
"I didn't say that."
Draco stood up and started to parade around it – his arms swinging. He was completely comfortable being in the presents of Granger.
"Why are you so comfortable about being here? I thought you'd be all uptight and well – I thought you'd be an utter prick not just the little bit of prick you're being. If that makes sense." Hermione smiled.
"Silly, silly Granger. I know that you can not tell anyone that I walked around your office, throwing my arms about like an idiot. I know that anything I say to you can not be repeated. Granger – Anything that happens is between us."
"You're doing it now! You just can't stop. You hate me! Let's keep it that way?"
"You don't want my charity?" Draco joked.
"So, you're going to let me do my job?"
"Yeah – but I'm not going to make it easy for you."
Author Note: Oh what a saucy minx he is. I think Draco needs a cold shower. I wasn't going to stop it here – well at the start of the chapter I didn't intend to leave it half way threw the session – but I have because it was a good place to stop.
Well – I am also in the middle of writing the next chapter of Broken Smile, so that should be updated.
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