A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Assignment #5 Magical Law - Task #1 - Auror Offices:Write about a confrontation
Writing Club March
Fabulous World Of Comics: 4 - (color) pink
Amber's Attic: 23- (drink) coffee
Liza's Loves: 18- Graceful Green - Write about a Slytherin
Lyric Alley: 9- But I'm here with the door wide open
Character Appreciation: 27 - Trait: Confident
Warning: Slightly sexual language
Word Count: 728
Hermione groaned. Yesterday had been the worst. She was facing an inquiry at work for some stupid reason. Well, she knew the reason, but that honestly didn't make it less stupid. To top things off, she'd gone home to her flat only to find it flooded.
She shook back an exasperated sigh. Sharing a flat with Ginny had seemed like a good idea at the time. Of course, at the the time, Harry and Ginny weren't shagging on every other piece of furniture. This time, they were in the shower, got distracted and flooded everything. Hermione had begged off instead of dealing with the naked pair.
Thankfully, Theo's flat had a standing offer. Crash whenever, no questions asked. Hermione and Theo had become friends at work. He was the one who helped her navigate the insane amount of pompous nonsense that came with the pure-blood world.
Hermione smiled. She could see herself happy with Theo, but Theo preferred guys, and only guys. At least, their friendship meant she didn't have to face things at work completely alone. Hermione slid off the sofa and walked barefoot to the kitchen. She'd managed to lose one of her favorite flats between here and her flat. She was planning to go look for it today.
She pushed open the kitchen door. Theo liked having doors to every room. Hermione thought it as a little much, but it wasn't her flat. She was too tired to even think about the doors honestly. Normally she slept in the guest bedroom, but Theo had taken a roommate. The pink couch was lumpy and for some reason smelled like cinnamon.
Hermione walked over to the counter, grabbed the coffee pot off the maker, filled it with water and turned to put it back. Her mouth dropped open and the coffee pot fell from her hand. It nearly hit the floor, but instead hovered about an inch from the tile.
"Granger? What the bloody hell are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same question, Malfoy! And why the bloody hell are you naked!"
"I'm not naked. I'm wearing an apron. It covers my manhood," Draco stated, gesturing down to the gold and white apron with the words 'Kiss the cook' on it. Hermione just stared at him.
"But..." she sputtered, unable to help noticing a slight tent to a certain area.
"As for what I'm doing here, I live here, Granger."
"You're Theo's new roommate? No wonder he wouldn't tell me who it was. Figures," she muttered. "I thought you had like fifty manor houses you could stay at."
"I do, but they're currently being seized by the ministry, and searched, and I have no bloody clue when, or if I'll get them back. You have anything to do with that?"
"You wish! No, I have nothing to do with that branch of the ministry," Hermione answered, finally bending over and picking up the coffee pot. Draco couldn't help but watch her, noticing the way her shirt gapped in the front when she bent over.
"Like what you see?" she snapped, starting to make coffee.
"And if I did?" Draco asked.
"You know what your apron says?"
"Yeah, Theo thinks it's funny... Especially when I'm wearing it. He has a bit of a crush on me."
"He has a bit of a crush on anyone male and attractive. Don't flatter yourself."
"You think I'm attractive?"
"If one likes men who are standing naked in the kitchen while they're trying to make coffee, then yes," Hermione sniped, rolling her eyes. Draco laughed.
"Maybe you should take the apron's advice. I am currently cooking," Draco stated, gesturing to the skillet on the burner.
"More like you're burning whatever it was," Hermione smirked. Draco quickly turned off the burner and looked at the blackened mess in the pan.
"You could still kiss me," he offered. Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"I could, but you're not cooking and I'm not kissing anyone until I've had at least one cup of coffee."
"That sounds reasonable, how do you like your eggs?"
"Not charcoaled," she stated, laughing. Draco vanished the mess and pulled out several more eggs.
"You drink, I'll cook and then... we'll see where it goes from there?" he offered. She nodded, grabbing a mug and pouring herself the first of what she knew would be several cups of coffee.
