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Chapter Six- Working

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"Mr. Weasley," Draco said as he stood up from his desk to look at his boss.

"Mr. Malfoy, I thought it would be time to visit you in your office to see the work that you are accomplishing.":

"What do you mean, sir?" Draco asked.

"Well, it seems as though my brother thinks that you have been slacking off on your job."

"Can I tell you something, Mr. Weasley?"

"Of course," he said.

"I hate your brother," Draco said in a loud whisper.

Both Draco and Bill started to crack up. "No seriously. Who were you on the phone with, Draco?" Bill asked when he was finished laughing.

"My girlfriend in France," Draco said, the words seeming foreign in his mouth.

"A French one?" Bill asked, sitting upon Draco's desk as Draco set his feet back up on it.

"No, actually, she's English. She just lives in France," Draco explained.

"And does this English/French girl have a name?" Bill asked.

"I'm not sure if you already know her. Her name is Hermione Granger."

"Granger? You mean the bushy-haired one that Ron has had a crush on all these years?" Bill inquired.

"Yeah and the one that Potter dated," Draco said.

"Wow, she wasn't that cute when I knew her," Bill said.

"I think she is and always will be gorgeous," Draco sighed.

"Holy shit, you're in love, aren't you?"

Draco just looked sheepishly up at one of his best friends.

"Wow, you are completely head over heels for the girl."

Draco just smirked. "Maybe just a little," he said.

"Well, how's that going to work. I mean her living in France and all?"

"I'm not sure yet. I'm hoping she will move here with me, but you never know, I could go to be with her in France."

"Or if you actually did your work to get these anti-international apparating laws taken away then you could see her without having to drive."

"You're right, that does give me incentive to work, doesn't it?" Draco said.

Bill laughed. "Finally," then he made his way out the door, leaving his friend behind, working hard.

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"Draco, I'm at your apartment, where are you?" Hermione asked across her cell phone to Draco.

"I'm still at the office. I might be here for another hour or so. Do you want to meet me up here?" he asked.

"Sure, where?"

"The ministry, Law division, fourth floor under. I'll tell them I'm expecting you."

"Okay, I'll be there in a bit," she said, apparating from outside Draco's door to the phone booth that was the entrance.

"Hermione Granger to see Draco Malfoy," she said and got her pin. After the fall down, she stepped in front of what she presumed was Draco's office as it had his name on it.

"Hermione!" Bill called from down the hall.

"Oh, hello Bill," she said to Ron's older brother.

They hugged briefly then Bill took a step back to appraise the witch. "Draco was right, you are beautiful," he said.

Hermione flushed and Bill opened Draco's office door, "Draco, girlfriend's here," he said.

Draco looked up from his desk and the papers scattered across it. He got up and walked to the door. "Hello, luv" he said, giving her a kiss.

"And I don't care how much you want to leave with her, you have to stay until at least one and get more work done on those laws."

"Yes, Mr. Weasley," Draco said formally.

"Have fun," Bill laughed as he walked away.

Draco pulled Hermione into his office.

"Wait, Bill is your boss?" Hermione asked.

"More of a friend than a boss, but he still keeps me in line—most of the time," Draco explained.

"So you told him I was beautiful?" Hermione asked.

"No," Draco said.

"Oh, well he said…"

"I told him you were gorgeous," Draco explained.

"No I'm…"

Draco stopped her words by kissing her.

When they pulled apart, Hermione murmured something that Draco couldn't understand.

"What?" he asked.

"It was just some silly quote that I heard. 'A kiss is a lovely trick of nature that stops speech when words become superfluous'," she said.

Draco kissed her again. "Very true, luv," he said.

"Aren't you supposed to be working?" Hermione questioned.

"All right, all right," he complained. He walked back over to his desk and looked as one sheet of paper while writing something down on another piece of paper. "Well, what are you waiting for, you can help," he said.

"Oh, so I drive three hours on my day off to do work?" Hermione asked.

"I told you, luv, I'll pay," he said with a smile.

After explaining to her what she needed to do, Draco watched Hermione help him. Or rather, do his work because ten minutes later Hermione glanced up and caught him staring at her with his own stack of papers untouched.

"Why aren't you working?" she asked him.

"Because I was watching you and quickly became captivated with the way you work. I told myself that I had to do this stuff," he gestured to his papers, "but I couldn't pull my eyes away from you. The way you chewed on the tip of your quill when you got confused but were not going to allow yourself to ask for help," he smiled as Hermione blushed. "The way your hair," he fingered a brown lock from across the desk, "would fall in front of your face and you would hastily move it back behind your ear so you could continue working. The way you… everything about you."

Hermione smiled at his odd confession but kept their eye contact.

"He's so smitten," someone said from behind her. Draco's eyes flashed up and he smiled at his boss. Hermione turned at the same time and, seeing Bill, she stuck out her tongue.

"Okay you two love birds. I'll let you leave early if want. But Draco, you need to be here tomorrow at eight. No exceptions."

"Thank you, Mr. Weasley," Draco said mockingly.

Hermione got up from her seat and Draco got up as well. He put his arm around her shoulders as he steered her to the door. Bill had left but suddenly there was another red-head blocking their way.

"Malfoy," he said curtly, then he realized just who Malfoy had his arm around. "Hermione!" Ron screamed.

"Hello, Ron," she said breathlessly through the tight hug that he embraced her with.

"Hermione, how have you been?" he asked, ignoring the fact that Malfoy was there and that he had previously found him with an arm around the girl that he had always loved.

"I've been doing great, Ron! How about you, how's the Chudley Cannons working out?" she asked.

"It is so great. I have so many new friends now and I get paid loads of money every year. You know, you should come see me sometime. We are playing here in three days," he said. "That's why I'm here; I figured I would see Bill while I was here."

"Well, I would see your game, but I'm only here for the day," 'and night' remained unsaid between her and Draco, "I'm going back home after that. I live in France."

"You do? Oh yeah, I think I remember Harry saying something about that." Suddenly Ron's face went sad with a small expression of anger. "So why are you here with Malfoy?" Ron asked.

"Well, actually, he's the reason I'm even in England and I drove three hours to see him, but if you want to catch up some other time…"

"Why not now?" Ron asked sadly.

"You already said that you wanted to see Bill and I only have a little while here with Draco," at this Ron sneered at the blonde, "but if you're ever in France, here's my number." As she said this she walked back over to Draco's desk and wrote her number down on a small piece of parchment. She walked back over to Ron and handed him the slip of paper, then she gave Ron another hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Goodbye, Weasel," Draco said as Hermione dragged him out of the building.

Ron just scowled. Why was Hermione with Malfoy?

"Bill!" Ron screamed out soon after Hermione and Malfoy had left.

A/N: You the author's note atthe top!

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