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Chapter 4

Draco let out a groan from his ice bath. His muscles had relaxed and he was finally starting to feel better when Nigel came bursting in the door. Nigel was a skinny man, causing his black framed glasses to appear too large for his long face. His messy mop of hair was strawberry blonde and he seemed to prefer a cardigan to a suit jacket.

"Mr. Malfoy, how are you feeling?" Draco sunk a little lower into the tub, unamused by Nigel's questions.

"Well Nigel, tell me. How the bloody hell would you feel if you did a summersault about ten feet from the ground off your broom onto the pitch?" Draco's famous sneer placed itself on his lips. Nigel wringed his hands on his clipboard and Hermione's day planner.

"Miss Granger wanted me to make sure you'd be okay to play next week."

"Then why Nigel, is she not here checking herself if she's so concerned?" Nigel shifted uncomfortably from his left to right foot. He'd been warned that Malfoy could give him grief and trouble. Hermione had told him not to take any of his crap. Nigel however, was not that strong.

"She uh- she went to that meeting since you were unable to give her lessons today."

"And what wanker told her lessons were canceled?"

"Well, she assumed as you needed help being removed from the pitch, that you'd be unable to fly for the rest of the day…"

"Just because I shouldn't be on a broom doesn't mean she can't." Gripping both sides of the metal tub, Draco pulled himself out with a cry of pain. Nigel adverted his eyes to the ceiling as a naked Draco emerged from the icy water. Snapping his fingers and pointing towards a towel on the chair next to Nigel, Nigel did as he was told and tossed the towel at Draco, eyes still on the ceiling. "What's the matter with you? It's a locker room. Normal place for a bloke to be in the nude."

"Yeah, I understand that sir. Doesn't mean I have to look at you though." Draco's face fell a bit. Not that he was gloating, but he had a really rocking body. He figured it was his gift to share with the world. Twisting the towel to hold around his waist, Draco turned his attention to Nigel again.

"Where is she?" Nigel gave a quick look at his watch. It'd been an hour since he'd last seen her leaving the pitch. Her meeting should have ended already so by his schedule, she would be eating lunch up in her office. Thinking twice before revealing this information to Malfoy, Nigel recalled that Hermione had told him to keep Draco happy enough to stay with the team. Deciding telling him where Hermione was would definitely keep Malfoy happy, he directed him to her office.

Without another word Draco pushed the locker room door open, headed towards Hermione's office, towel still wrapped around his waist. Who was she to decide if their lessons were canceled? 'Oh yeah, the sodding manager of this god forsaken team.' Draco had tried to process in his mind how Granger even managed to end up with this job in the first place. Surely Weasel was dying knowing she was doing his dream job. Considering as far as he knew, she'd never played Quidditch in her life. Never showed much interest in the game, certainly didn't know the plays or strategy. How had she ended up here?

Not bothering to knock on her door and with no pesky Nigel to stop him, Draco marched into her office rather abruptly causing her to jump in surprise. When she looked up to see what had caused such a ruckus, her eyes widened in shock and she tried to advert her eyes.

"Malfoy!" Her voice squeaked. "What in the hell are you doing, you git? Where are your clothes?" Her cheeks had flushed pink and she was trying to keep her eyes on his, but he was fully aware his bare chest made that a difficult task.

"My clothes or lack thereof, are not a current concern Granger. I want to know where you get off deciding we aren't flying today?" Her cheeks quickly changed over from pink to red and she tried to maintain her cool.

"Where I get off? Malfoy, you were removed from the pitch by staff. It wasn't like you hobbled off the field on your own. If you knew what was good for you, you'd be back in the locker room right now, working with the trainers so you're ready for Monday's game. I didn't sign you to be injured before the season started!" A few strands had fallen loose from her bun during her rant. Draco gave an annoying sigh but determined that she was in fact right. There was no need for him to be out on the pitch yelling instructions at her today.

Noticing a large book sitting on her desk, a small smile appeared on his lips. "Granger, why do you have the playbook? Thinking of coaching us to a win yourself, are you? Not like O'Kelly knows what the hell he's doing either." Her face flushed again in embarrassment, grabbing the book defensively and pulling it to her chest.

"Haha, very funny Malfoy. Let's be honest. We both know I'm rubbish at Quidditch. What I'm not bad at however, is reading, learning and applying what I've learned to real life scenarios. So I'll have you know, I don't plan on being some General Manager with their thumb up their arse wondering why their team isn't winning. I don't operate that way. That's not why I'm here. I'm here to win."

"Well then, since we can't fly today, I guess we'll have to start with strategy. God knows being a bookworm can only go so far when it comes to applying things like plays to actual moving players." Hermione's face showed shock. She didn't think that Malfoy knew how to be helpful. She reminded herself however, her career wasn't the only one of the line. Her whole team had something to prove and maybe Malfoy really could help them get there.

"Fine but I'm going to need you to put some clothes on before you sit on anything in my office…." Noticing his evil smirk, Hermione's jaw dropped as did Draco's towel right in front of her before he sat in the chair across from her desk, bare assed.