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Chapter 19

"And in Quidditch news, the Falcons beat the Tornados yesterday evening in a close match. Newcomer Lance Morcroft scored a season high of 16 goals. Apparently his trade to the Falcons was just the push his career needed."

"Luckily for keeper Dill Horton-Jenkins," the other commentator piped in. "He seemed to be having an off night, allowing 28 goals to fly through his hoop. Typically the seasoned keeper does a better job of defending the hoops. Seeker Draco Malfoy spent much of the match just on the heels of the golden snitch."

"Right you are Jim. Last night's snitch was quite the bugger, maneuvering like we're never seen. However, since reserve seeker Galvin Gudgeon took that fall during the Magpies game, Draco Malfoy has once again rejoined the starters."

"It was interesting to see Galvin start that game. I know we discussed it last week Tom, but I don't know what Coach O'Kelly was thinking there. I mean, they made it perfectly clear prior to the season starting that Malfoy was to take the seeker position as starter then the bench him during game three? It's unheard of."

"I won't fuel the rumor mill too much, but I heard it was General Manager Hermione Granger's call to bench Malfoy-." The radio clicked off, causing Hermione to pop her head up in protest. Her eyes softened and her cheeks roused pink as she looked up into the face of Michael.

"Hermione," he scolded as he took a seat in front of her desk. "We talked about this already. Those radio shows are garbage. It's not good for you to listen to them. They bog down your brain and put unnecessary doubts in your mind." She cast her eyes back down to her work in front of her and set down her pen, letting out a deep sigh.

"I know, I know. It's just, I want to know. I have to know what they think." Michael gave her a small chuckle.

"Oh Hermione, I do hope this is something you grow out of. For your sake."

"Miss Granger. I have your lunch." Nigel appeared at her door and she rolled her eyes in a very unprofessional manner before closing them in annoyance.

"What did Harry have you bring me today Nigel?" He took no notice to her behavior, as it had become the norm since Harry personally instructed him to make sure his boss was eating regular meals. Nigel wasn't too thrilled about the idea, but the regular bonus check he was receiving from Harry every week made the trouble worth it.

"Just a simple sandwich and some crisps. Nothing over the top Miss Granger." He set the tray down on her desk before turning to exit her office. "Oh and Miss Granger?" Hermione looked from the sandwich back to Nigel, cursing him for the hunger pains now shooting up inside her. She grabbed the sandwich, taking a bite, nodding for Nigel to go on.

"Draco Malfoy would like to see you. Shall I arrange a meeting?" She nearly choked on the bite in her mouth.

"NO!" Both Nigel and Michael gave her an odd look as her lunch nearly flew from her mouth. She put up a finger, to ask them for a moment, chewed and took a drink from the cup on her desk. "I just mean, can you ask him if it can wait until Thursday? I'm awfully busy this week." Nigel gave her a questioning look, knowing very well she had breaks in her schedule for just this type of meeting.

"He states it's urgent Miss Granger." Gritting her teeth, she reminded herself that she had no one to blame but herself for Draco's presence on her team.

"Fine. I'll see him now. I have no other time today. If it's really so urgent, he should be available." Hermione crossed her fingers, secretly hoping Draco was not in the facility today and his request had come by owl.

"I'll send him right in then."

"He's here? Already?" Michael once again let out a small chuckle at her behavior and stood to leave.

"Well, I better get going then. Have a pleasant afternoon Miss Granger." Hermione glared at him as he headed for her door. She watched as Michael nodded in Draco's direction as he entered her office, taking Michael's empty seat.

"So glad to see you're keeping your word to Potter. You're bust however, doesn't show that." Draco quickly scanned his eyes over her breasts coming back up to rest on her beat red face. Her teeth were gritted and he could tell she was trying hard to manage her frustration.

"What can I do for you Malfoy?" Her tone was harsh and cold.

"What crawled up your arse this afternoon Granger?" He watched as she clenched and unclenched her fists, frustration building. When he'd asked for a meeting, he had no intention of rattling her cage like this, but the way her face scrunched when she was frustrated with him was too adorable for him to not.

Wait. Did he just think something about Hermione Granger was…adorable? He focused on her face again. Her expression had changed from frustrated to annoyed. He watched her as her face scrunched up once more as she contemplated answering his rude question. She opened her mouth and words came out, but honestly, he hadn't heard her. Another thought came to mind. Completely forgetting his original reason for asking for this meeting, he straightened in his chair and looked up and down what he could see of her.

There was no denying she was an attractive woman. She was thin, but not sickly. Tan, but not dark. Pretty, but not overdone. She had grown.

"Granger," he interrupted her. "I was thinking dinner on Thursday. Instead of lessons." Her eyes narrowed as she thought for a moment.

"What's the catch? I can't imagine I could just get out of lessons with dinner." He pondered for a moment.

"No catch. Just dinner. Maybe not so muggle this time." Hermione was silent for some time. He watched as she weighed the pros and cons of his offer. He found himself fidgeting with the arm of the chair as he waited for a response.

"Fine. But nowhere fancy. I don't want to have to dress up." A smirk crept to his lips as he stood, holding his hand out to hers to shake.

"It's a date then."