So I've done some thinking and I'm not sure this story can be told in just two or three parts. I've decided to make a longer fic from it. At this time, I'm unsure of how many chapters I'll need to tell my story, but you can plan on updates about once a week.

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-Blondkellycrazy

Chapter 2

Hermione stared at him, dumbfounded. It would be a cold day in hell when she would willingly find herself on a broom out on the pitch. To be honest, most days she had her curtains pulled closed. Even being up as high as her office was placed was sometimes too much for her to handle.

"Malfoy, be realistic. Neither of us have the time for you to teach me to fly. Practice starts tomorrow, bright and early. I expect you to be there ready to go," She once again made her way towards the door, checking her watch as she brushed past him.

"I won't sign if you don't agree." She stopped dead in her tracks. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath before turning around.

"Then I'll just find someone else. Have a great day Malfoy." She gave a small wave with her left hand and turned to go again, but he grabbed her arm. Her eyes glared down at his fingers laced around her bicep before she brought them up to meet his.

"There is no one else. I'm you're only option. I know what your salary cap had left and anyone who's up to my standard, you can't afford. Plus, you open against Puddlemere United one week from tomorrow. Anyone you can afford is going to flop against Benjy Williams. He'd been leading the league in catches for the last three years. You're going to want someone with experience Granger. I know you've run the numbers." He gave her a smirk causing her to curse under her breath. Damn him for actually knowing what was going on in the league. Biting her tongue before speaking, she seemed to reach a decision.

"Fine. I will take one lesson with you…"

"You will take one lesson with me a week." He interrupted.

"Once a week? Malfoy are you out of your mind? We don't have time for that. You have to practice and I have things to do." Her voice seemed to whine at the end and he took notice.

"You. What do you do?" His finger pointed to the man who'd appeared at Hermione's door. He had a clipboard in hand and he appeared confused.

"I'm Miss Granger's personal assistant." He gave Hermione a pointed look.

"So this is why you don't have a higher salary cap." She gave him a dirty look before finally removing her arm from his grasp.

"I'll have you know, the Falcon's do not pay for Nigel. I do not that it's any of your business Malfoy." Pausing for a moment, he looked up, doing some quick math in his head. He gave her an impressed look before turning to Nigel again.

"What day is Granger most available?" He watched as he flipped through what appeared to be her day planner, mumbling to himself as he went.

"It would appear that Thusday's right before lunch she normally only has one meeting. Other than that, she's pretty booked." Hermione gave a knowing smirk to Draco as if to say I told you so.

"That meeting, is it more important than having a Seeker with experience?" Nigel's expression turned to look of distress. He looked from Draco to Hermione and then back to Draco once more.

"Technically, I could go to the meeting for her and take notes. She not really required to be there…" His voice was small and he felt the daggers Hermione was staring at him. "I'm sorry Miss Granger, it's just we need to have a good season if we both want to keep this job."

Giving a large sigh one final time, Hermione turned to Draco. She regretted her decision to hire him now more than ever. She stuck out her hand. The movement was fast and Draco twitched slightly, worried he would receive another slap to the face much like the one he'd received from her in third year at Hogwarts. When he realized they were shaking hands as if to signify a deal, he grabbed her hand, giving her a firm handshake.

"Now, if you don't mind," she looked down to her watch once more, letting out a heavy sigh. "I'm now ten minutes late for a meeting. Please, just sign the damn papers and get to the locker room Malfoy. I'm sure they are waiting on you."

Finally making it to the door, Draco called out after her, "I'll see you Thursday Granger eleven sharp!" Without turning around, her hand went up in the air to acknowledge that she'd heard him and she continued on her way. He watched as Nigel trailed behind, making note of their appointment in her day planner.

"Well, Mr. Malfoy shall we sign some papers now?" Michael was gesturing out the door, probably to his own office.

"Let's go make this official." Draco clapped his hands together and headed for the door.

"You know, I have to say Mr. Malfoy. When I heard she wanted you for this team, I figured there would be fireworks, but that was not what I was expecting. What's with the flying lessons? She'd figured you'd want as little to do with her as possible once you found out she was manager."

"Exactly Michael. Why should I be the only one to suffer from this arrangement? Think of it this way, if I win every game and get her to the World Cup, she wins. Yes, granted I'll get the glory and the fame and of course the ladies," here he winked at Michael as they traveled on towards his office. "But if I win the World Cup and get to torment her at least once a week for a few hours, I beat her. I mean yes, we both still win but, her win comes at a much higher cost."

"And this rivalry between the two of you, what caused it?" Draco pondered for a moment at the best way to answer the question. There were many things they had fought about in the past, arguments they'd had, a war they fought on different sides. But there was always one thing about Hermione that drove Draco crazy. Her need to be first, to always be the best. Well, today being the best came at a cost.

"Don't hate the player, hate the game." Draco shrugged his shoulders and took a seat in front of Michael's desk. Michael let out a hearty laugh as he shut the door to his office.