She Spy
Chapter 7
The moment the door to Malfoy's office closed, Hermione was on her feet. The walls to her office were lined with numerous bookshelves, and Hermione felt that one of those books contained some sort of incriminating evidence.
She started at the bottom row, picking out a book and flipping through it. The book, History of Salazar, held nothing of interest. She went on to the next book.
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By the time Hermione had gotten through the second shelf, much time had passed, and she was feeling fairly discouraged. She had found nothing, but she still had 4 more shelves to go on only that shelf, plus the other 8 bookshelves crammed with books.
Hermione drew a deep breath and reached for another book when she suddenly heard footsteps approaching her door. She jumped up and threw herself into her chair, causing it to spin wildly. She stopped the chair and hastily grabbed a stack of papers to make herself look busy.
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Draco pushed open the door and was about to speak when he saw Alexa. Her face was hidden by a stack of upside-down papers. He walked over to her and pushed the papers down on the desk.
"Hard at work, I see?" he said, smirking.
"I was before you interrupted me," she replied, flushing red. She gingerly tried to tug the papers back from under his hands, to no avail.
Draco looked down at her hands, which were still trying to tug the papers away from him. She had nice hands, he decided. Long slender fingers. His gaze slid to her arms. She had pulled up the sleeves to her designer white blouse, revealing her lower arms, which were pleasingly muscular. Nice arms too, he thought.
He then looked at her face. She was still staring down at the papers she was still trying to pry away from him, and she was speaking, although Draco wasn't aware of what she was saying. Her skin was smooth and pale; well, everywhere but her face, which was still tinged red. She had long curly red hair.
All in all, she was pleasing to look at.
'Bet she'd be pleasing to have, too,' said a little voice in the back of his head.
'Could be,' he thought. When was the last time he'd slept with someone, anyways? He began to count the months when Alexa's voice snapped him back to reality.
"What are you looking at?" she asked in a contemptuous voice.
Draco snapped back to reality and said the first thing that came to mind.
"You have beautiful hands," he said, returning his gaze to them.
"Er. Thank you?" she replied, obviously thrown by his statement.
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'Beautiful hands?' Hermione thought incredulously, looking down at her hands. 'That was definitely an original comment.'
She looked up again and found Malfoy staring, not at her head, not at her neck, but lower.
Hermione's back stiffened in self-righteous anger and a growl almost slipped through her throat. She composed herself and asked him snidely, "Like what you see?"
His gaze rose lazily from her breasts to her eyes and he smirked. "I've seen better."
Hermione's mouth fell open. The nerve! She wished she could say something in defense, but she was dumbstruck with disbelief. Malfoy's smirk expanded to an evil smile and he pointed down at her left breast, his hand coming dangerously close to touching it.
"Your shirt," he said. "My other secretary had that type of shirt, but it was nicer."
Hermione's mouth snapped shut and she looked down at the area he was pointing at. A small label there proclaimed the shirt made by some designer brand. She suddenly realized he had been talking about her blouse. She lifted her head and looked at Malfoy, already feeling a blush flame her cheeks. Quickly, she tried to change the subject and get Malfoy's hand away from her chest.
"How can I help you?" she asked.
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Draco had to think a few moments before he remembered what he had been there for originally. Ridiculing her had been fun- the flustered look she had was entertaining-, but he had other things to think about. He pulled his hand back and rested it on the desk. Alexa looked relieved.
"Someone is going to arrive at 5:00 today. Please inform Alfred."
"Who's coming?"
"It doesn't concern you," he said, turning around to go back to his office. Just before he shut the door, he heard her mumble under her breath, "Crabby''
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"Mr. Malfoy, Alfred says that man you don't want me to know about has been here for fifteen minutes."
Hermione took pleasure in the displeasure showing in Malfoy's stormy grey- blue eyes at being interrupted. She gave him an overly bright smile as he rose from his chair. He gave her a vicious glare in return.
"Mr. Malfoy, you don't seem very happy. Are you okay?"
Malfoy didn't reply; he only pushed past her, mumbling obscenities as he threw open her office door. Hermione waited until the door shut, then she turned around and entered Malfoy's office.
'What a mess,' was her first thought. There was a desk in the middle of the farthest back wall, a few bookshelves filling the wall to her right, and a couch filling the wall to her left. The desk was overflowing with loose papers and open books, the bookshelves had various things hanging off it, such as shirts and only a scant amount of books, and the couch looked as if it had been slept in numerous times.
Hermione figured her best bet would be the desk, so she headed over to investigate. She looked over the mess, reluctant to touch anything at first, but that fear was soon banished when she saw the foremost open book. She picked it up and stared at it.
"Runes," she whispered softly to herself, flipping through the pages. She had taken a few courses on runes before, but those were basic. These were unworkable!
Unable to read, she instead referred to the drawings accompanying the writing. They made about as much sense as the writing did. With a defeated sigh, she set down the book and picked up a paper.
Nothing incriminating in those. She picked up another paper, but it was also not incriminating. She went through many such papers when she heard a sudden, loud gong.
She jumped and spun around, her heart in her throat. The gong struck once more, and she jumped along with it before she discovered that it was only a grandfather clock. She must've missed it when she surveyed the room earlier. The gong struck four more times, and she smiled. Her hours were done! She could go home now, finally. She turned and dashed out of the room, grabbing her coat as she left her office.
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"So, do we have a deal?"
Draco leaned back in his easy chair and surveyed the man sitting in front of him. He seemed harmless enough, and he had Zabini's reassurance that he was as he seemed. He had a large sack to the side of his chair that, as he had told Draco, was filled with books and papers that would help him in his 'quest'. But something didn't seem right.
"Antique book dealer, you said?" he asked, stalling for time.
"Yes. Mr. Zabini told me of your plight and I told him I could help," he said. He ran his hands through his hair for what had to be the hundredth time.
Draco took a closer look at him. He didn't seem the type for an antique book dealer. He was tall and muscular, and his eyes didn't have the squinty look that most antique book dealers he had met had.
Draco believed in following his senses, and right now his senses were telling him to get the man the bloody hell out of his house!
So that was why he stood up suddenly and said, "I appreciate your offer, but I'll have to decline. Now if you'll excuse me, I must get back to work." He had turned and was partway to the door when he heard the man.
"I'm afraid that's out of the question."
Draco turned and saw the man holding a wand in his right hand, and was pointing it straight at his heart.
"Well, if you want me to buy the books so badly, I will," he said calmly, but on the inside he was running through all his possibilities. He didn't have anyone covering his back, since Zabini had told him the man was harmless. Draco silently cursed Zabini.
The man laughed cruelly, bringing Draco back to the situation at hand. "There aren't any books. Say good-bye, Mr. Malfoy."
The man moved his wand in an intricate pattern that Draco knew all too well. "Ava-"
Thankfully, the man was unable to finish his curse, because right at that moment, a foot connected with the left side of his head and he went down hard.
Malfoy watched him fall to the floor and then looked up in time to see Alexa smoothing her skirt back down her legs from the place it had hiked up to when she kicked the man. Adrenaline-pumped as he was at almost being killed, he still felt a surge of lust at the sight of her shapely thighs.
He cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak, but she beat him to it.
"I learned karate, among other things, a few years ago. I figured you didn't want this guy-" she accentuated her word with a kick to the man's motionless form, "- to kill you, so I took him out." An awkward silence followed. "Uh, my hours are up, so I'll be going now."
She turned and left the room. Draco stood immobile and speechless; something that didn't happen to him very often, staring at the spot Alexa had been a few moments before. The strangeness of the situation had him left at a stand-still. His secretary just saved his life.
"By the way, you're welcome."
Draco turned his head and saw that Alexa had come back. Her head was poking through the doorway, and she was smirking.
"Tah!" she called out cheerfully, leaving the room.
Draco wasn't aware that he had started moving until he was in the same room as Alexa. She was facing the door out and pulling on her coat when she became aware that he was there. She turned and looked at him with questioning eyes.
"What is it?" she asked.
Draco didn't answer, he only walked over to her and pushed her up against the door. Her gasp was silenced by his mouth closing over hers.
His kiss was thorough, his tongue explored her mouth. Alexa groaned and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, but Draco pulled away and stared down at her. Her green eyes seemed to have darkened with desire, and her lips were red and swollen. He leaned in closer to her, and she leaned towards him.
He stopped an inch away from her mouth and whispered, "Thank you." Then he turned and walked away, leaving her standing there.
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Hermione stared at her reflection in the mirror disgustedly and began to brush her teeth viciously. Teeth that Malfoy had run his tongue over only an hour or so ago. An hour, twenty-six minutes and- she checked the clock on the wall- 49 seconds ago, to be precise.
No! No, no, no, no! Don't think about it. Don't think about anything. But not thinking was hard, and her mind kept coming back to Malfoy.
How could she have done that?! Malfoy, the only person she really and truly hated. He kissed her, and she kissed him back! And, if she was to be honest with herself, she had really liked it! Enough to throw herself at his feet, metaphorically speaking.
Hermione stopped brushing her teeth and stared at herself in the mirror. It would never happen again. Ever. But as she ducked her head down to spit out the remnants of her toothpaste, she felt a horrible premonition of doom.
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Hello! Peanut here! Please don't kill me! I know it's been a super long time since I last wrote, but I had a lot of things going on along with extreme writer's block. So, here's my official apology: I'm sorry!
Just some side stuff now. Someone asked me to create an email list to inform people of updates. If you want me to add you to the list, just let me know in your review.
Also, someone complained that Draco wasn't in character. I'm sorry, but I probably won't portray him correctly at all this entire story.
What else, what else. Ah yes! Be happy, for I have made my chapter longer, and will be trying to do so for the rest of them.
Ok, that's about it. Please review!
TTFN
Crazy Peanut Chick
Chapter 7
The moment the door to Malfoy's office closed, Hermione was on her feet. The walls to her office were lined with numerous bookshelves, and Hermione felt that one of those books contained some sort of incriminating evidence.
She started at the bottom row, picking out a book and flipping through it. The book, History of Salazar, held nothing of interest. She went on to the next book.
+
By the time Hermione had gotten through the second shelf, much time had passed, and she was feeling fairly discouraged. She had found nothing, but she still had 4 more shelves to go on only that shelf, plus the other 8 bookshelves crammed with books.
Hermione drew a deep breath and reached for another book when she suddenly heard footsteps approaching her door. She jumped up and threw herself into her chair, causing it to spin wildly. She stopped the chair and hastily grabbed a stack of papers to make herself look busy.
+
Draco pushed open the door and was about to speak when he saw Alexa. Her face was hidden by a stack of upside-down papers. He walked over to her and pushed the papers down on the desk.
"Hard at work, I see?" he said, smirking.
"I was before you interrupted me," she replied, flushing red. She gingerly tried to tug the papers back from under his hands, to no avail.
Draco looked down at her hands, which were still trying to tug the papers away from him. She had nice hands, he decided. Long slender fingers. His gaze slid to her arms. She had pulled up the sleeves to her designer white blouse, revealing her lower arms, which were pleasingly muscular. Nice arms too, he thought.
He then looked at her face. She was still staring down at the papers she was still trying to pry away from him, and she was speaking, although Draco wasn't aware of what she was saying. Her skin was smooth and pale; well, everywhere but her face, which was still tinged red. She had long curly red hair.
All in all, she was pleasing to look at.
'Bet she'd be pleasing to have, too,' said a little voice in the back of his head.
'Could be,' he thought. When was the last time he'd slept with someone, anyways? He began to count the months when Alexa's voice snapped him back to reality.
"What are you looking at?" she asked in a contemptuous voice.
Draco snapped back to reality and said the first thing that came to mind.
"You have beautiful hands," he said, returning his gaze to them.
"Er. Thank you?" she replied, obviously thrown by his statement.
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'Beautiful hands?' Hermione thought incredulously, looking down at her hands. 'That was definitely an original comment.'
She looked up again and found Malfoy staring, not at her head, not at her neck, but lower.
Hermione's back stiffened in self-righteous anger and a growl almost slipped through her throat. She composed herself and asked him snidely, "Like what you see?"
His gaze rose lazily from her breasts to her eyes and he smirked. "I've seen better."
Hermione's mouth fell open. The nerve! She wished she could say something in defense, but she was dumbstruck with disbelief. Malfoy's smirk expanded to an evil smile and he pointed down at her left breast, his hand coming dangerously close to touching it.
"Your shirt," he said. "My other secretary had that type of shirt, but it was nicer."
Hermione's mouth snapped shut and she looked down at the area he was pointing at. A small label there proclaimed the shirt made by some designer brand. She suddenly realized he had been talking about her blouse. She lifted her head and looked at Malfoy, already feeling a blush flame her cheeks. Quickly, she tried to change the subject and get Malfoy's hand away from her chest.
"How can I help you?" she asked.
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Draco had to think a few moments before he remembered what he had been there for originally. Ridiculing her had been fun- the flustered look she had was entertaining-, but he had other things to think about. He pulled his hand back and rested it on the desk. Alexa looked relieved.
"Someone is going to arrive at 5:00 today. Please inform Alfred."
"Who's coming?"
"It doesn't concern you," he said, turning around to go back to his office. Just before he shut the door, he heard her mumble under her breath, "Crabby''
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"Mr. Malfoy, Alfred says that man you don't want me to know about has been here for fifteen minutes."
Hermione took pleasure in the displeasure showing in Malfoy's stormy grey- blue eyes at being interrupted. She gave him an overly bright smile as he rose from his chair. He gave her a vicious glare in return.
"Mr. Malfoy, you don't seem very happy. Are you okay?"
Malfoy didn't reply; he only pushed past her, mumbling obscenities as he threw open her office door. Hermione waited until the door shut, then she turned around and entered Malfoy's office.
'What a mess,' was her first thought. There was a desk in the middle of the farthest back wall, a few bookshelves filling the wall to her right, and a couch filling the wall to her left. The desk was overflowing with loose papers and open books, the bookshelves had various things hanging off it, such as shirts and only a scant amount of books, and the couch looked as if it had been slept in numerous times.
Hermione figured her best bet would be the desk, so she headed over to investigate. She looked over the mess, reluctant to touch anything at first, but that fear was soon banished when she saw the foremost open book. She picked it up and stared at it.
"Runes," she whispered softly to herself, flipping through the pages. She had taken a few courses on runes before, but those were basic. These were unworkable!
Unable to read, she instead referred to the drawings accompanying the writing. They made about as much sense as the writing did. With a defeated sigh, she set down the book and picked up a paper.
Nothing incriminating in those. She picked up another paper, but it was also not incriminating. She went through many such papers when she heard a sudden, loud gong.
She jumped and spun around, her heart in her throat. The gong struck once more, and she jumped along with it before she discovered that it was only a grandfather clock. She must've missed it when she surveyed the room earlier. The gong struck four more times, and she smiled. Her hours were done! She could go home now, finally. She turned and dashed out of the room, grabbing her coat as she left her office.
+
"So, do we have a deal?"
Draco leaned back in his easy chair and surveyed the man sitting in front of him. He seemed harmless enough, and he had Zabini's reassurance that he was as he seemed. He had a large sack to the side of his chair that, as he had told Draco, was filled with books and papers that would help him in his 'quest'. But something didn't seem right.
"Antique book dealer, you said?" he asked, stalling for time.
"Yes. Mr. Zabini told me of your plight and I told him I could help," he said. He ran his hands through his hair for what had to be the hundredth time.
Draco took a closer look at him. He didn't seem the type for an antique book dealer. He was tall and muscular, and his eyes didn't have the squinty look that most antique book dealers he had met had.
Draco believed in following his senses, and right now his senses were telling him to get the man the bloody hell out of his house!
So that was why he stood up suddenly and said, "I appreciate your offer, but I'll have to decline. Now if you'll excuse me, I must get back to work." He had turned and was partway to the door when he heard the man.
"I'm afraid that's out of the question."
Draco turned and saw the man holding a wand in his right hand, and was pointing it straight at his heart.
"Well, if you want me to buy the books so badly, I will," he said calmly, but on the inside he was running through all his possibilities. He didn't have anyone covering his back, since Zabini had told him the man was harmless. Draco silently cursed Zabini.
The man laughed cruelly, bringing Draco back to the situation at hand. "There aren't any books. Say good-bye, Mr. Malfoy."
The man moved his wand in an intricate pattern that Draco knew all too well. "Ava-"
Thankfully, the man was unable to finish his curse, because right at that moment, a foot connected with the left side of his head and he went down hard.
Malfoy watched him fall to the floor and then looked up in time to see Alexa smoothing her skirt back down her legs from the place it had hiked up to when she kicked the man. Adrenaline-pumped as he was at almost being killed, he still felt a surge of lust at the sight of her shapely thighs.
He cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak, but she beat him to it.
"I learned karate, among other things, a few years ago. I figured you didn't want this guy-" she accentuated her word with a kick to the man's motionless form, "- to kill you, so I took him out." An awkward silence followed. "Uh, my hours are up, so I'll be going now."
She turned and left the room. Draco stood immobile and speechless; something that didn't happen to him very often, staring at the spot Alexa had been a few moments before. The strangeness of the situation had him left at a stand-still. His secretary just saved his life.
"By the way, you're welcome."
Draco turned his head and saw that Alexa had come back. Her head was poking through the doorway, and she was smirking.
"Tah!" she called out cheerfully, leaving the room.
Draco wasn't aware that he had started moving until he was in the same room as Alexa. She was facing the door out and pulling on her coat when she became aware that he was there. She turned and looked at him with questioning eyes.
"What is it?" she asked.
Draco didn't answer, he only walked over to her and pushed her up against the door. Her gasp was silenced by his mouth closing over hers.
His kiss was thorough, his tongue explored her mouth. Alexa groaned and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, but Draco pulled away and stared down at her. Her green eyes seemed to have darkened with desire, and her lips were red and swollen. He leaned in closer to her, and she leaned towards him.
He stopped an inch away from her mouth and whispered, "Thank you." Then he turned and walked away, leaving her standing there.
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Hermione stared at her reflection in the mirror disgustedly and began to brush her teeth viciously. Teeth that Malfoy had run his tongue over only an hour or so ago. An hour, twenty-six minutes and- she checked the clock on the wall- 49 seconds ago, to be precise.
No! No, no, no, no! Don't think about it. Don't think about anything. But not thinking was hard, and her mind kept coming back to Malfoy.
How could she have done that?! Malfoy, the only person she really and truly hated. He kissed her, and she kissed him back! And, if she was to be honest with herself, she had really liked it! Enough to throw herself at his feet, metaphorically speaking.
Hermione stopped brushing her teeth and stared at herself in the mirror. It would never happen again. Ever. But as she ducked her head down to spit out the remnants of her toothpaste, she felt a horrible premonition of doom.
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Hello! Peanut here! Please don't kill me! I know it's been a super long time since I last wrote, but I had a lot of things going on along with extreme writer's block. So, here's my official apology: I'm sorry!
Just some side stuff now. Someone asked me to create an email list to inform people of updates. If you want me to add you to the list, just let me know in your review.
Also, someone complained that Draco wasn't in character. I'm sorry, but I probably won't portray him correctly at all this entire story.
What else, what else. Ah yes! Be happy, for I have made my chapter longer, and will be trying to do so for the rest of them.
Ok, that's about it. Please review!
TTFN
Crazy Peanut Chick
