Disclaimer: Ok, I forgot it sometimes, but yeah, we all know that I am no JKR *hail to the almighty* but I wish I was. So the plot is owned by me, and the rest by JKR. So don't sue me, cause you know you're wasting your time.
Alrighty-waiting for reviews *magnetically being pulled to chair to view screen* Thanks for IMing me Lin-very helpful to know that someone actually likes your fic. But anyway-Let's continue with this
By the way! Thanks to the reviewers…like a lot of thanks! But I don't feel witty right now, so I don't know if it's going to be funny.
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Ugh. All I can say is ugh. Why did Malfoy have to make me his personal assistant? I mean, couldn't it have been Harry or Ron? But Malfoy, I mean come on, was God playing a joke on me?
Ok, firstly I did not like the dressing. Fine, I looked 'good' in this sexy clothing, but it really made me look like something I wasn't. Malfoy's whore. You know, guys looked at me strangely after I started wearing the stuff Malfoy go me. You know, they whispered to their mates (the decent ones at least). The others just whistled at me or looked me up and down. Or drooled like dogs. And these weren't hot guys. These were like 40 year old bald men.
And don't even mention what he treated me like. I mean, look at me, did I deserve to be stacking papers? I deserved to be researching something with the finest wizards. But no, I just had to work with him right?
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
And I didn't see Seamus after meeting him. Simply because Malfoy fired him. Of course, Malfoy made up some lame excuse about how he wasn't doing his work, but I knew that Seamus was doing perfectly well. And when I tried to pry into the situation, Malfoy would shoo me off by telling me "It's none of your god-damned business!" or "I have to go do something, I'll be back" and some other various assortments of excuses that he probably picked up from a book.
Or sometimes, a casual smirk with mutterings about authority.
But the ultimate question was one worded- why? I mean, was there some sliver of a possibility that he actually liked me? I read in a book once that guys that are overprotective of you are (a) brothers, (b) cousins, (c) lovers, or (d) mental fathers.
And since Malfoy was not a, b, or d, that only possible explanation was that Malfoy liked me. And the way he was acting these days, I could tell that he maybe even loved me. Or just some attraction.
I wouldn't really know yet.
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"Sir, where should I put these files?"
I said sir again. I wished I could say Malfoy, but I was a perfectionist, and when I had a job, I had to do it right. So if my boss told me to call him 'sir', then I had to.
"Honestly Granger, you should know by now. It's in the cabinet directly across from you. And take this jug for me and pour me some coffee. That might be the only thing you're actually good for."
I glared at him, but that was no comparison to what was happening to me inside. The anger that I had for him in my heart -that was constantly coming- out was trying to suppress itself, whilst I put the files and got Malfoy the coffee he wanted. He simply chuckled to himself the whole time. Oh, I hated him so much then.
But as much as I wanted to resign, I couldn't. I needed the money. Plus, it wasn't bad living in the lap of luxury. The only part that really bugged me, was…well, this job.
As I have told you constantly.
But as I gave him his jug, his hand brushed against mine, and though nothing happened to him, something happened to me. I felt a familiar jolt of electricity. Mind you, I wasn't getting electrocuted, but it was a great sensation. But this happened to me whenever I touched Seamus in my Hogwarts years, as you know, I used to like him. Why was it happening to me when I touched Malfoy? It's been two weeks since I started this job and this was happening way too fast. Wait a minute….
Was I starting to like Malfoy?!?!?!
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I hated seeing him. I saw him again, and a rush of annoying giddiness was filling up in my stomach. I admitted that I was not only attracted to him, but I actually liked him. So after accepting fate, I accepted the stupid emotions that came to me whenever I saw him. If he smirked at me, my head immediately overflowed with 'Does he like me?' or 'He looks so hot!' or just plain 'He looked at me!'
And when he talked to me, I was normal. I don't know what was happening, but it couldn't be hormones, I obviously was not a teenager anymore. So when he talked to me, I was just normal, if not, possibly nicer?
When Malfoy talked to other women working in his company, why did I feel jealous? I felt like I had to do something, so whenever he was 5 minutes into a conversation with some 'bitch', I would randomly come up to him, with an innocent smile plastered on my face, saying that he had a call or something else. And usually those were fake calls made by the jealous me.
Ok, it doesn't sound like the old Hermione, but hey, I'm an adult now, ok? So stop making fun of me this instant!
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"Granger, is there something wrong?"
Here he was, asking me the same question.
"No, I'm fine."
"Then why are you humming?"
"Why am I humming? Because I feel like it."
"You usually don't hum."
"So? What's the big deal?"
"Well, Granger, it's getting annoying."
"You can't see me happy, can you?"
"No."
"Is that a no, I can see you happy or no, I can't see you happy?"
"The latter."
"Okie dokie then," I said as I grinned at him.
Ok, I was irritating him. I liked him but he annoyed me, so why shouldn't I do the same to him?
"Seriously, Granger, what the fuck is wrong? You're not supposed to be happy with a job here."
"Well, times change. Oh and mind your language, this is an office. Not your home."
He looked at me with a look crossing amazement and confusedness. It was quite entertaining actually. And our conversation ceased as I worked diligently (humming too).
An hour or so later, I was walking out the door, for a break you know. I wasn't quite used to the heels I was wearing yet, so as I traipsed across the hall, I suddenly tripped over myself. I expected to meet the marble ground with a thud. That thud didn't come. Someone, a certainly strong someone had caught me.
I opened the eyes that I fearfully closed seconds before, to find myself in the arms of, you guessed it, Draco Malfoy. He was looking at me with those beautiful silver orbs of his-simply enchanting. We both stared at one another; until someone's very recognizable voice filled my ears-
"Hermione?!"
I spun around, wriggling free of Malfoy's tight grip, and saw Harry coming towards us-not with a glare or a suspicious look at Malfoy. He actually had a smirk on his face-something I didn't expect.
"Hi Harry. It's not what you think, I tripped-"
"No reason to explain Hermione," he smirked at Malfoy who smirked back, "I always knew you were attracted to one another. Your sexual tension in 7th year was so obvious."
"But I didn't-"
"It's ok Herms. If you like him, I don't mind. He's not a bad bloke. I and he are good mates now."
"But I don't like him."
I was so confused. Why was Harry here? He was supposed to be away in Romania for Auror business. Not in England. And why was he not upset of what he saw? Why did he say Malfoy and him were good mates?
"Come in Harry, I was expecting you. You too Granger. It's obvious that you look like you've been obliviated."
Oh boy. What new surprises were in store?
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I told you I wasn't being witty.
R&R