A PostHogwarts Affair

A/N: Not much to say, except that I felt like writing. oh and Lizzie—thanks for reviewing, any way you can get me any more reviewers? *grins*

I moped around the house for a bit before deciding to wake Ron up. Finally at seven-thirty, when he was still snoring, oh snoring, away, I walked up to him and yanked the covers off.

"Get up," I said, trying to be patient.

"Ouch…geroff, 'Mione, I'm trying to slee…"

"No, Ron, you're going to be late! Don't you have to go down early for that Keepers' Breakfast?"

He sat up and looked around wildly. "Oh, yeah…thanks, Mione, you're a life saver, what would I do without you…"

"Probably die drinking," I said playfully. Although Ron and I weren't love compatible, he was still a good buddy. Only a buddy, though.

He laughed and got up. "Well, without me you'd be like a Hogwarts professor or something," he said yawning as he reached for his watch. "Holy shit! It's seven-thirty! I'll be in the shower and then I'm out, sorry no more time, I'll call you later or something, alright, love?"

"Don't bother," I told him brightly. "You probably won't find the time."

"Yeah, you're right. All right then, I'll see you in a few days. Pack my trunk, will you, sweet?"

Obligingly I threw in two outfits, a razor blade, a toothbrush and a hairbrush into a duffel bag. Then I apparated myself to work.

As I entered the busy atmosphere of Malfoy, Inc, I took a moment to observe my surroundings. His decorating--or rather, his decorating staff's--was impeccable. Elegant marble flooring and beautiful enchanted vines that grew across the ceiling giving the whole place a very calming effect. I loved it, in short. I walked briskly down to my office, a roomy little place with huge crystalline windows, and sat down upon my desk. About five minutes later, my secretary walked in with a huge stack of papers. "Sorry," she said with a small smile. "Today's basically paperwork day."

I grimaced. "Fun," I said as I flipped through the packet. "Will you get me a coffee?"

"Of course. Black, I presume?"

"Yes," I said, waving her out with my hand. "And quickly."

About ten of the papers were an in-depth report on the Muggle company Viacom. One of the moguls of the media, I supposed. I knew it was a great idea to invest in them; obviously Draco had done his research. I smiled. I had not seen him in a while, and our affair was a fairly new thing. I was also beginning to realize something else. It was only an affair on my part. We hadn't actually done anything, but the attraction between us definitely sparked. I knew it was only a matter of time before I actually did something with him, but…that was what love meant. I could wait, just as long as I got to see him. I could wait. I really understood what it meant, something incredibly different than what happened with Ron.

Before I could invest in any new business venture, such as Viacom today, I had to check with the head of our company. Of course, Draco Malfoy. I buzzed with excitement as I told my secretary to make an appointment with the head of Malfoy, Inc.

"He says he'll discuss it over lunch with you," she called back in ten minutes. "Meet him at the Mosaic Café at twelve-thirty, he says."

I felt a small tingly sensation as I heard these words. A date. A real date! I hadn't gone on one since my marriage four years ago. Ron and I didn't 'date'. We hardly went out; we didn't really have enough money for that.

At twelve-thirty, I left my desk, absolutely famishing. I apparated myself to the Mosaic Café, probably one of the nicest new hot spots in the young, modern, business, yuppie wizards world. It was damn expensive, but I had heard the food was to die for. More than anything, I was excited that I could finally see Draco.

At exactly twelve thirty-four, I found myself staring at the grand emerald colored steps of the Mosaic. Green, I noted with a small smile. I had taken to noticing little details like this after I'd gotten married. Maybe it was because I was bored.

As I walked in the bright colors seemed to jump out at me, giving the whole place a very positive look. Good, I thought grimly. I'd been awfully pessimistic lately. The waitress led me to the table where Draco sat, looking bored and sipping red wine.

"Hey," I said, smiling up at him. Butterflies in my stomach, and all thoughts of Ron flew out the window.

"Glad you could finally make it," he said, glancing at his watch.

"What? I'm four minutes late!"

"Punctuality, darling, is vital for a businessman…or woman."

I laughed. "Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy, it won't happen again."

"Now that's the attitude I'm looking for."

"So, anyway, down to business," I said after I'd ordered a glass of red wine and the lunch special.

"Mmhmm. So what business interests you? Besides getting in my bed, I mean."

"Draco!"

He grinned childishly. "Sorry. I forgot you were with the Weasel."

"Oh, no, it's not that…" I said and trailed off. Was I really doing this? Was I really forgetting I was married and embarking on a physical and emotional relationship with another man; no less my former enemy?

"Really. You don't love him anymore? Found a new boy toy?"

I tried to hold them in but tears sprung to my eyes. Couldn't he tell that there was something deeper than physical attraction I felt? I'd never loved Ron; how could he even be audacious enough to think that? I tried to make out that I had something in my eye as I wiped my tears away with my wrist.

"Mione?" He said quietly. I looked up. "I'm sorry," he continued. "I didn't mean that."

"No," I said, sounding a little wobbly. Great. Confessions of a drama queen. I probably looked like a blubbering idiot. "My fault. It's just…I…don't…" I didn't know how to tell him that my marriage with Ron was only an illusion. Nothing more.

"You can tell me," he said, his silver eyes once cold and unfeeling filled with strange but welcoming warmth.

"It's just that I don't love Ron," I said in one breath. I counted the seconds as I waited for his reply.

Only a tremor of surprise flickered across his face before he resumed his natural, emotionless look. "I figured as much," he told me after a few moments. "And of course, the rumors."

"Rumors? What rumors?"

"The ones about you posing nude for Playwiz." I looked up, horrified. That was the wizards' equivalent of the ever popular Playboy.

"What!"

He laughed. "There's the Mione I know. Cheer up, I was only joking. No, seriously, there are an awful lot of rumors about your husband's drinking habits."

"Oh, that," I said disdainfully. "He'll drown himself in the stuff one day."

"Just be careful," Draco said. "I wouldn't want anything to happen to my favorite employee!"

I was tickled. From I-hate-that-filthy-mudblood to I-wouldn't-want-anything-to-happen-to-my-fave-employee. Hilarious, really. "You've changed," I said, teasing.

"And you've got spinach in your teeth." Abruptly I closed my mouth, fishing with my tongue for it. He laughed.

"You look lovely doing that," he said. "Just so seductive. I love the way your tongue makes your mouth bulge like that."

"Shut up."

"Anyway, business."

"What business? You know this normally doesn't take longer than ten minutes; why'd you invite me out to lunch?" I hoped the answer was what I was looking for.

"Because," he said, handing me a toothpick (which I took feeling rather embarrassed), "You're amazing to talk to."

"Is that all?"

"And amazing to look at."

"And…?"

"Amazing to be with."

We moved closer towards each other, my heart beating with excitement I hadn't felt in four years, our lips almost touching until he pulled away abruptly.

"Hold it," he said, smiling. "You've still got spinach in your teeth."

I laughed as I got up to go to the restroom. "Why don't we arrange another business meeting sometime," I said, "And we'll get back to this."

"Of course. I'm always on the job."

And so it had begun. My affair with Draco Malfoy.

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