Secretary

By: Krissi

Author's Note: Plot taken from the movie"Secretary". I don't own the plot from "Secretary" or any of the Harry Potter characters

Sidenote: Hermione's point of view is in italics

Chapter Two: Yes Sir

"So you need a job, aye?"

Draco asked casually, resting on his plush leather couch, eying Hermione across from him. She looked anything but comfortable, constantly fiddling with the hem of her skirt, diverting her gaze anywhere but on him.

"Yeah."

She meekly answered in return, her toe tapping on the floor.

The blond eyed her suspiciously.

"Look Granger, you and I both know you are overqualified for this job. You'd be bored."

"I don't mind." She objected hastily, eyes finally settling on him.

Draco quirked a brow.

"All I'm looking for is a temporary secretary who can type and answer phones-"

"-I can answer phones."

"As I was saying, it's dull work..nothing to-"

"I want dull work."

Hermione sounded desperate as she shifted in her seat, pursing her lips together. Her finger wound itself around on of the many curls she had, still as untamed and wild during her years at Hogwarts.

Again, Draco eyed with her curiosity, studying her peculiar habits, ones he had never noticed back in school. She hardly showed any self-confidence, and seemed a bit, hidden. Her feelings hidden away from the world. She gave off an awkward aurora.

"You-you seem different."

"Yeah."

She mumbled, her gaze lifting from her hands to his intimidating gray eyes.

"What happened?" Draco inquired, genuinely curious.

Hesitating, she parted her lips to speak but closed them again, trying to word this correctly. There was a glint of panic in her eye as she continued to keep eye contact with him.

"I...I had a nervous break down. Somewhat."

Furrowing his brow, Draco sighed reluctantly, laying back on the couch, looking completely relaxed. Hermione on the other hand felt a nagging pain in her back as she leaned against the wooden back of the chair.

"Oh. I see.." He finally answered, his eyes closed.

Tilting her head, the former Gryffindor stood from her seat, leaning forward as he laid there. She gave him a curious sort of look, her eyes sweeping over him yet again. He had definitely grown up since she had seen him last. Quidditch had always done the boy good, but now he had completely filled out, with broad shoulders, a lean, slim body, but still muscular. His high cheekbones and strong jaw were still evident but he looked much more softer? Not nearly was cruel and demeaning as before. But she just couldn't put her finger on it-

Beeeeeeeeering! Beeeeeeeeering!

Hermione jumped and squealed as the phone rang. Startled by her squeal, Draco sat up, eying her before even registering the ringing phone. Giving her a condescending look, he reached over for the phone and handed it to her.

"I'm not here."

Licking the corner of her mouth, another awkward habit of hers, she gave Draco a puzzled look.

"You said you can answer phones. I'm not hiring you for nothing am I?"

Beeeeeeeeering!

"Oh-right..."

Sheepishly smiling, Hermione answered the phone, trying desperately to ignore his stare burrowing a hole into her back. Shaking his head, Draco once again sprawled himself out across his couch, closing his eyes once more.

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Stepping out of the building with a wide smile, Hermione hugged herself before apparating with a loud crack. Reapparating in the middle of her living room, she hung up her gray petty coat before heading into the kitchen.

"Mum? Mum I'm home.."

Taking a quick stop to the refrigerator, she grabbed herself a drink and continued out the back door into the back yard. Taking in a deep breath, she took a sip of her soda before stepping closer to Merrill.

"Oh hunny. How did it go?"

Her mother asked, peering over her latest romance novel. Excitement visible in her twinkling brown eyes.

"I got the job."

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Now that I have it..the job that is- I cant stand it. But I-I can't really complain. I did insist on taking it. I suppose I was so set on my own independence...I just needed it so badly.

If anything, it's my duties as his secretary. At first I believed I wouldn't be able to stand in the same room without killing him. With Draco Malfoy, my arch-enemy ever since I was eleven. And even though it has been six years and Voldemort has been defeated; the whole dark side threat completely gone, I still felt animosity towards Draco for all the hardships he had caused me.

But now, it's hard to explain what or how I feel towards him. He's not the same naïve, insufferable, rotten, spoiled brat I had known. He's-He's polite and sincere. And mature. I have much more respect for him then I ever had. Running his own law-firm with no help from his discordant family. He's even tried to detach himself from his father's past even though every now and then he gets the occasional threat from the Ministry, telling him to hand over his father who is currently on the run. But he doesn't even try to involve himself.

Speaking of fathers, I still haven't heard from mine and it's been a little over a week since he ran off. This is the longest he has ever disappeared without so much a phone call and to be honest, I'm not too worried. If he had any sense at all...if he loved me like he tells me he does, he would have at least called; just to tell me he was okay...

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"Ms. Granger."

Draco's disembodied voice rang from the intercom.

"Yes sir?"

It was something Draco had been drilling into her ever since she had began working. Stacking the files neatly on the desk, along with a few pencils and pens, all grouped accordingly, she awaited his orders.

"Could you bring me the Kenyatta case please?"

"Yes sir."

Smiling faintly, Hermione snatched up the files she had just stacked together and stood from behind her desk, starting for the hallway. Just then, the door swung open, a slim blond sashayed in, clad in only a black. Black sports jacket, black skirt and heels to match. Expensive black sunglasses, most likely imported, and a leather black purse with a silver serpent clasp and silver handle.

Hermione stood up straight, holding the files close to her chest, suddenly feeling like a hand-me-down rag doll in her ankle length, shabby gray peasant skirt and brown turtle neck, a light brown sweater over that.

"May I help you?"

She inquired, shifting in her spot.

"Is he in?"

The blond asked, pulling the shades away from her face, her jade green eyes bright against her pale ivory skin. Hermione squinted her eyes, leaning in again as she eyed the woman more closely.

"P-ansy?"

The woman arched a brow, slipping her glasses into her purse before her hand found her hip, resting there.

"Yes...and you wou-"

"-Hermione. Hermione Granger."

She cut her off, actually sounding excited to see one of the few she had loathed not to long ago.

"Well, Granger. It's nice to-"

Beeeeeeeering! Beeeeeeeering!

"Oh, one second. Sorry."

Apologizing quickly, Hermione scrambled back to her desk, answering the phone.

"Hello, You have reached Mr. L Mafloy offices, how ma-"

"'Mione? Love?"

Her breathing became short, her eyes widening ou to of surprise at the voice on the other side of the phone.

"D-daddy?"

"'Ello kiddo. Oh, it's so good t-"

"Daddy where are you?"

"Oh Idon't..know. Downt-town somewhere."

His words were slurred together, giving Hermione a good hint that he had been drinking.

"I'll just go."

Pansy cut in, turning to face the door.

"No, just one second."

Hermione assured her, smiling curtly.

"Daddy, daddy come home please...Just tell me where you are and-"

"DRACO!"

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He knew that voice anywhere. Frantically, he stood from his desk, feeling uneasy suddenly. In a panic Draco rushed to the other side of his office, rhythmically tapping a hallow panel of the wall, it swinging open revealing a hideout. Sneaking in, Draco tapped on it once again, it closing slowly after him.

---

"Pansy...just..I'll check for him right now, okay."

Hermione blinked, trying to conceal her annoyance towards her.

"It's Ms. Parkinson to you, Granger."

Pansy snapped back, taking a seat on one of the various couches in the waiting room.

"Daddy I'll be right back, just hold one second."

Setting down the receiver, Hermione started for the back, casting a death glare towards an unaware Pansy.

Slinking down the hallway and into his office, Hermione glanced around, snapping her fingers.

"Dra-Mr. Malfoy? Mr. Malfoy?"

"Pssst."

Draco called her from behind the wall, causing Hermione to jump.

"Who said that?"

She demanded, more cautious about her surroundings. In a stealthy sense, she stalked around, peeking under the desk, behind the closet door, near his prized flower arrangement- "Psst. Granger."

Hearing it again, she followed the sound, pressing her ear against the wall panel.

"Malfoy?"

"I'm not here."

He whispered. It took a second or two for her to understand but as soon as she did, Hermione giggled, backing way.

"Okay."

Clutching the stack of files still, she made her way back into the waiting room, a professional expression on her face. Clearing her throat to catch Pansy's attention, she smiled lightly. "He's not in."

"Is that so?.."

She sounded upset..or angered. Hermione wasn't sure.

"Would you like to leave a message for him?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact I would...-" Pansy cleared her throat, pulling her sunglasses out of her purse at slipped them on. "-tell him to sign the damn settlement!"

Yelling, she stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind her. Shaking her head, Hermione settled herself behind her desk, immediately grabbing the receiver.

"Daddy. Daddy?..Daddy?" No reply.

Sighing heavily, Hermione forced the receiver onto the hook repeatedly, grunting as she did. As if it was a reflex, tears began to flow as she took a seat behind her desk and set the files down neatly. Opening one of the drawers, she pulled out a silver mesh box, unzipped it and proceeded to pull out iodine, band-Aids, and a sewing needle, setting them neatly on the desk. Pushing up her skirt over her thigh, Hermione pushed back in seat, moving away from her desk as she leaned over, pressing the needle into her thigh before-

"Hermione do you hav-"

He started to ask as he rounded the hallway corner into the waiting room, Hermione in clear sight. The both of them froze, her gaze meeting his, both of them in shock, Hermione horrified. An awkward silence filled the room as a minute or two passed. But she recovered quickly, packing her things away neatly and efficiently, trying to act as if there was nothing to see a few seconds ago.

Draco on the other hand stood there completely dumbfounded. He didn't have much to say, but watch. He watched as she went back to work, stacking files and typing up the letter he had asked for a while back. He watched her, lips slightly apart, in completely amazement. Swallowing hard, he turned on his heel, starting for his office, closing the door behind him.

He had guessed that something was wrong with her early on, but nothing to this extent. But while he was around, he'd make sure she never harm herself again...

End of Chapter Two.

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