Ok…the title of this chapter is not what you think!!!

Besides, you really think I was going to make herms like draco so fast?

But anyway, on with this chapter-and tell me what you think…

And oh yeah, I'm trying to make it sound British-not working ….

Thanks for the suggestions and the comments people, it really makes me wanna check my mail…and that's amazing cuz I usually never check my mail

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            Forget my last statement. I think it was the wine.

            What was I thinking? I was really beginning to like him? I mean, come on, this zealous, weird dude is just so…weird. I mean, you should have seen what he did to me at work. It was my first actual day and…

                        "Granger, I have some work for you. Arrange my table and drawers…make sure not to touch the second one on the right. I repeat, make sure not to touch the second one on the right. If you touch it, you will die. Of shock. There will be a staff meeting in an hour and you will accompany me…I have to also introduce you to some of my...Er…mates…yeah that's it…but just ignore Pansy, she's been trying to get me laid for years."

            What in Merlin's sake was he making me do the tedious work for? Hello, I was the Valedictorian and he was the Salutatorian. Meaning he should've been under me. Not the opposite. Oh God, here I go again, cursing luck.

                        "Oh yes, did I remind you not to touch the second drawer on the right? Oh yes, I apparently did but you seem to be in another world. Granger, listen to me. Hello…Granger?" And then he started waving his hand maliciously in front of my face.

            Was this his idea of funny? Because the joke just stunk. And was he trying to tempt me into opening that drawer? Because I am not as stupid as he thinks I am, and there are probably a bunch of electric-shocks hexes and curses to make a stranger, like me, get electrified.

            Well, he left after about 5 minutes of inspecting me or rather my body cleaning his drawers out. Did he think that I didn't notice him checking me out? And that those gorgeous yet exposing dresses that he bought for me had a reason-his perverted, sick mind trying to picture my…or rather…well I'm sure you know what I mean…BUT anyway, the work was rather easy…because his desk was already so well organized. Who thought that someone like him would turn out to be so neat? But maybe that was just my mentality, any best friend of Ron or Harry would think that all guys were pigs.

            I cleaned everything up in about 20 minutes…and having forty minutes left, I being the one always looking for a challenge…noticed a stack of papers and files that definitely needed to be arranged. So I tackled that…which took up more time than I expected, so I didn't notice that Malfoy came back and was squatting behind me (I was sitting on the floor), looking with interest at one of the papers I had in my hand.

                        "It belongs with the Greenhurst-Surrey file."

            I jumped, as I had no idea that Malfoy was so close to me and landed up with papers flying all over. I was really upset; it took me a lot of time to organize those! But, to my surprise, Malfoy reassured me.

                        "That's quite alright darling, you can fix that later. We have to leave in five minutes, so just adjust yourself," he said, stressing the darling for some reason, and helping me up at the same time.

            When he held my hand, I just wanted him so bad. I mean really he was an ass, but why did I have to be so god-damned attracted to him? Couldn't it have been someone else?

            It actually did turn out to be someone else, to my pleasure.

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            We met with Malfoy's inner staff, the important ones basically. To my utmost delight, someone that I knew and once liked (you know, had a crush on) was here too. He was the Adminstrator for International Development. He was Seamus Finnigan.

            When Malfoy introduced me, Seamus yelled out 'Hermione!', which caused me to blush and Malfoy to glare at Seamus. Of course, while Malfoy was going over how I should be treated like him, with equal authority, I just had to look at Seamus. He had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes and his tanned body and semi-muscular arms gave him that "hunk" look. I forgot how attracted to Malfoy I was in an instant.

            Now, I'm not saying that I was looking for a relationship with Seamus, but you know, I could always dream. I wasn't, so stop giving me that "Yeah, right." look.

            But after the meeting, when all of the staff was taking with one another, he came up to me from behind and gave me a hug. It was him, I could tell in an instant, there was something about him that made me so instinctive. He started up the conversation.

                        "Hermione, it's been so long. How've you been?"

            His Irish accent made him…so hot.

                        "I've been fine Seamus and you? I would've never expected a bloke like you to work with Malfoy."

                        "Yes well, I've been fine and Malfoy's not so bad now and at least this job has something to look forward to. And you're asking me this? Do Harry and Ron know that you're working here?"

            I was surprised. Seamus, a Gryffindor, defending Malfoy's temperament? But I answered-making sure no one heard us.

                        "Actually, this was a good job with a good salary and Harry and Ron don't know yet, but do you mind not telling them? I would like to tell them-"

            Here I was caught with a kiss from Seamus, well it was a slight kiss, if you call 'brushing of lips' a kiss. He replied to me in a voice I could barely hear but with a friendly smile-

                        "Of course I won't tell. That's your private business. Er…would you like to go to-"

                        "Granger, we have to go now. Mind not chit-chatting during work hours?"

            Malfoy. Who else? He glared at Seamus, took my hand and practically dragged me towards OUR office, while I gave Seamus a questioning look, who shrugged, looking slightly embarrassed. What was that about?

                        "Malfoy, I can walk without needing your assistance…"

                        "Shut up."

                        "Malfoy, you're hurting me, your grip is too tight, Malfoy…"

            He instantly dropped my hand and watched as I rubbed my wrist. His grip was way too strong for his own good. And man, it hurt! He came over and took my wrist in his hand and rubbed it gently, oblivious to the looks that I shot him. It was feeling better and Malfoy said:

                        "I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was hurting you."

                        "That's…that's quite alright…"

                        "Weren't you aware that he was going to ask you out?"

                        "Who?"

                        "Finnigan."

                        "He wasn't…wait no…he wasn't going to ask me out."

                        "Yes he was."

                        "Well, even if he was, why did you interrupt him?"

            He scowled.

                        "None of your business."

                        "Wait…you're jealous!" I had such an accusing tone in my voice.

                        "No…I'm not."

                        "Yes, you are! Ron used to do that all the time when guys like Victor or Dean were around and he liked me! You're doing the same thing! I know you are. But why would you do that? Wait…"

            I was apparently talking to myself, because Malfoy conjured a pair of earmuffs and put them on his head, and continued walking while I followed him. I was probably wrong about my theory anyway, Malfoy liking me? That's like saying that McGonagall and Dumbledore didn't have an affair. So I just dropped the subject.

            We continued with our work, well me with my work, while I heard Malfoy discussing something about candles on the phone with some guy named Jack. Maybe he was talking in code because honestly speaking-why would Malfoy talk about candles to some guy? I mean…whatever…

            It was about 1:00 when I finished my work, and that was my lunch time. I asked Malfoy if I could take my break, but he wasn't listening.

                        "Malfoy…Malfoy…Malfoy…Malfoy!"

                        "WHAT?"

                        "Sir, may I please take my lunch break?"

                        "Yes, but you know, when you signed the contract last night at dinner, didn't you read the part about you accompanying me to all meals and occasions and such?"

                        "No, but are you coming, because my stomach is going to make weird rumbling noises soon?"

                        "Yes, I am."

            You know, it wasn't actually a thriller having him accompany me to lunch, I was thinking of talking to Seamus, but anyhow, we went to this restaurant Malfoy picked, which was so good. Everything was fine, except when the waiter winked at me, Malfoy decided to call the manager (one of his mates) and make him fire the waiter. Poor kid, he didn't do anything except wink at me, which I didn't really like (because 1: he was ugly and 2: I felt really dirty for some reason). But as we progressed into the meal, Malfoy started a heated battle with me about Quidditch, which he won.

            And you know, he was quite the annoying and arrogant prat that we all knew of, but I couldn't help but think why he was all of a sudden so protective of me.

            First Seamus, and the Waiter, who else?

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Alrighty then. She kinda likes Seamus. And I incorporated so blokes and mates in there, and I'm always a fan of 'er', because Americans usually don't say that, we say 'uhhh'.

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