Chapter Three
The Business Meeting
"For the love of Merlin, get me a bloody cup of coffee!" I shouted to some office assistant.
Honestly, if I'm going to get a job at the bloody Ministry of Magic working bloody seven hours a day, can't I at least get a decent cup of coffee?
I sat down in my chair. Maybe I was a little stressed out. Well, actually, no, I'm not. Why would I be stressed out anyways? I'm bloody Draco Malfoy! I'm rich! I'm aristocratic! And bloody hell am I hot. Maybe I just liked yelling at people.
I picked up today's issue of the Daily Prophet. I wasn't even really reading it anyways. I was just ...... gazing. Why did I get a job here anyways? Oh yes, the money. And the power. Being the Senior Undersecretary is going to be great. Can you believe that the old coot Fudge actually tried to give me the Junior title? He didn't want to fire the current Senior Undersecretary, but he wanted to hire me too. So that old coot made 2 undersecretaries. Stupidest bloody thing I've ever heard of. He's crazier than Dumbledore. But hey, as long as I get the cash, title and power, I'm fine.
I was skimming through an article when the door opened. Oh finally, my coffee. Oh wait, it's just Fudge...... and the hottest woman I've ever seen.
She wore a forming fitting black robe with a black pencil skirt and a soft pink blouse. She had hair that were a lovely shade of brown. It ended in soft ringlets, just looking at it made me want to run my fingers through it. Her honey eyes were captivating and those lips were absolutely perfect. Hey ... wait a minute, do I know her? Oh dear Merlin. It's Granger.
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"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god," I repeated that mantra in my head as I entered Malfoy's office. God, I wished so hard it wasn't him.
A few seconds later, we were facing each other for the first time in five years.
He smirked. "Mrs Granger," he said with a teasing sort of tone. Oh god, is this asshole flirting with me?
"Malfoy," I relied curtly. God, he hasn't changed at all. "It's Miss,"
"Ah," he replied, his smirk turned to a teasing smile, "haven't settled down yet?"
"It would seem as if you haven't either," I replied.
We stood there for a while. Him smirking broadly, while I tried, with all my self control, to not wipe that smirk off his pretty little face. Well, actually, pretty was an understatement, this guy was gorgeous. Oh god, did I just call him gorgeous. Must be from all the stress. I was just about to say a rather rude comment when Fudge stepped in.
"Well, now that both of you have gotten acquainted, best be going back to work eh?" said Fudge in that same annoyingly cheerful voice. He left, heading back to his own office. I followed him, wanting to go back to my own office.
"Tootles Granger," I heard Malfoy say mockingly. I'm proud to say that I didn't give to temptation. I didn't snap back, I ignored him and went back to my office.
It was nearly lunch when I finally got through the mountain of paperwork I had on my desk. I was starving. I was just putting on my robe and getting ready to go home for lunch when I got a memo.
Business meeting. 12:30 at the Blue Martini. Don't be late.
- Draco M.
The Blue Martini was a trendy restaurant in the heart of London. I wondered why we would have a business meeting there. I'd never been to the Blue Martini, but I knew that it was more of a place for couples. I looked at the time, it was already 12:20. This was horrible. I'll probably be late, and I promised I'd have lunch with Alexia. I took out my compact and checked my reflection. I grabbed my purse and rushed to the atrium so I could apparate.
I managed to arrive at the front of the restaurant at 12:28. Not bad.
"I'm here to meet someone," I told the hostess, "His name is Draco Malfoy."
"Yes, some this way," she lead me tot he back of the restaurant, in the more private areas. I instantly saw that blond hair that belonged to that arrogant prick. The thing is, it was a table for two. Wasn't this a business meeting? Where the the business men?
I sat down and he flashed me one of his charming smiles. I couldn't help myself, I felt weak at the knees. Good thing I was sitting down, if I wasn't, I'm sure I would fall.
"Why hello Hermione,"
"Cut the crap Malfoy," I said, I could still feel weakness in my knees, but I ignored it. "Where the hell is everyone? Isn't this a business meeting?"
"Well, yes, it is. But I never told you that there would be more people did I?"
"You're such a prick," I replied. "So what business do we have anyway?"
"Lunch," he said simply as the waitress came with our menus.
Oh dear Merlin. "Malfoy, are you kidding me? I cannot believe you!"
"Now, now Hermione," he drawled as he looked through the menu lazily, " let's take this time to get to know each other."
"I've spent more time and done more ...... activities with you than I wish Malfoy," I said in a soft, but deadly voice. I knew he knew what I meant. I could just tell it in his reaction.
Just then , my cell phone rang. I had started carrying one ever since Alexia was born so I could always be reachable. I had even bought the Weasley's a phone and taught them how to use it so they could call me incase something happened to Alexia.
"Hello?" I said. I heard my mother's voice.
"Hermione? It's me, Alexia wants to talk to you dear,"
"Okay, put her on,"
"Mummy? Where are you? I thought you were going to have lunch with me today."
"I know sweetie, but Mummy got a little side tracked. You aren't upset are you darling?"
Malfoy gave me a questioning look, but I didn't see.
"No Mummy, of course not,"
"Ok darling, I'm really sorry. I'll call you later sweetie," I hung up.
"So you're a mother Granger?" he asked me, with no mocking tone, or even a drawl. He seemed a bit serious.
God, I can't believe I let him find out! He's not suppose to find out! He's not suppose to know about Alexia! Oh Merlin! I'm so dumb!
"Yes," I replied, " I am"
"So you're married are you?"
"No, I'm not,"
"Divorced?"
"No, what's with all the questions Malfoy? It's none of you're business," I replied, even though I knew it was his business. After all, Alexia was his daughter. He was about to reply, but I stood up and stopped him.
"I have to go now Malfoy," I quickly left the restaurant and apparated to my parent's house to see Alexia, all the while, hoping that Malfoy would forget the conversation we had. Even though I knew he wouldn't.
The Business Meeting
"For the love of Merlin, get me a bloody cup of coffee!" I shouted to some office assistant.
Honestly, if I'm going to get a job at the bloody Ministry of Magic working bloody seven hours a day, can't I at least get a decent cup of coffee?
I sat down in my chair. Maybe I was a little stressed out. Well, actually, no, I'm not. Why would I be stressed out anyways? I'm bloody Draco Malfoy! I'm rich! I'm aristocratic! And bloody hell am I hot. Maybe I just liked yelling at people.
I picked up today's issue of the Daily Prophet. I wasn't even really reading it anyways. I was just ...... gazing. Why did I get a job here anyways? Oh yes, the money. And the power. Being the Senior Undersecretary is going to be great. Can you believe that the old coot Fudge actually tried to give me the Junior title? He didn't want to fire the current Senior Undersecretary, but he wanted to hire me too. So that old coot made 2 undersecretaries. Stupidest bloody thing I've ever heard of. He's crazier than Dumbledore. But hey, as long as I get the cash, title and power, I'm fine.
I was skimming through an article when the door opened. Oh finally, my coffee. Oh wait, it's just Fudge...... and the hottest woman I've ever seen.
She wore a forming fitting black robe with a black pencil skirt and a soft pink blouse. She had hair that were a lovely shade of brown. It ended in soft ringlets, just looking at it made me want to run my fingers through it. Her honey eyes were captivating and those lips were absolutely perfect. Hey ... wait a minute, do I know her? Oh dear Merlin. It's Granger.
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"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god," I repeated that mantra in my head as I entered Malfoy's office. God, I wished so hard it wasn't him.
A few seconds later, we were facing each other for the first time in five years.
He smirked. "Mrs Granger," he said with a teasing sort of tone. Oh god, is this asshole flirting with me?
"Malfoy," I relied curtly. God, he hasn't changed at all. "It's Miss,"
"Ah," he replied, his smirk turned to a teasing smile, "haven't settled down yet?"
"It would seem as if you haven't either," I replied.
We stood there for a while. Him smirking broadly, while I tried, with all my self control, to not wipe that smirk off his pretty little face. Well, actually, pretty was an understatement, this guy was gorgeous. Oh god, did I just call him gorgeous. Must be from all the stress. I was just about to say a rather rude comment when Fudge stepped in.
"Well, now that both of you have gotten acquainted, best be going back to work eh?" said Fudge in that same annoyingly cheerful voice. He left, heading back to his own office. I followed him, wanting to go back to my own office.
"Tootles Granger," I heard Malfoy say mockingly. I'm proud to say that I didn't give to temptation. I didn't snap back, I ignored him and went back to my office.
It was nearly lunch when I finally got through the mountain of paperwork I had on my desk. I was starving. I was just putting on my robe and getting ready to go home for lunch when I got a memo.
Business meeting. 12:30 at the Blue Martini. Don't be late.
- Draco M.
The Blue Martini was a trendy restaurant in the heart of London. I wondered why we would have a business meeting there. I'd never been to the Blue Martini, but I knew that it was more of a place for couples. I looked at the time, it was already 12:20. This was horrible. I'll probably be late, and I promised I'd have lunch with Alexia. I took out my compact and checked my reflection. I grabbed my purse and rushed to the atrium so I could apparate.
I managed to arrive at the front of the restaurant at 12:28. Not bad.
"I'm here to meet someone," I told the hostess, "His name is Draco Malfoy."
"Yes, some this way," she lead me tot he back of the restaurant, in the more private areas. I instantly saw that blond hair that belonged to that arrogant prick. The thing is, it was a table for two. Wasn't this a business meeting? Where the the business men?
I sat down and he flashed me one of his charming smiles. I couldn't help myself, I felt weak at the knees. Good thing I was sitting down, if I wasn't, I'm sure I would fall.
"Why hello Hermione,"
"Cut the crap Malfoy," I said, I could still feel weakness in my knees, but I ignored it. "Where the hell is everyone? Isn't this a business meeting?"
"Well, yes, it is. But I never told you that there would be more people did I?"
"You're such a prick," I replied. "So what business do we have anyway?"
"Lunch," he said simply as the waitress came with our menus.
Oh dear Merlin. "Malfoy, are you kidding me? I cannot believe you!"
"Now, now Hermione," he drawled as he looked through the menu lazily, " let's take this time to get to know each other."
"I've spent more time and done more ...... activities with you than I wish Malfoy," I said in a soft, but deadly voice. I knew he knew what I meant. I could just tell it in his reaction.
Just then , my cell phone rang. I had started carrying one ever since Alexia was born so I could always be reachable. I had even bought the Weasley's a phone and taught them how to use it so they could call me incase something happened to Alexia.
"Hello?" I said. I heard my mother's voice.
"Hermione? It's me, Alexia wants to talk to you dear,"
"Okay, put her on,"
"Mummy? Where are you? I thought you were going to have lunch with me today."
"I know sweetie, but Mummy got a little side tracked. You aren't upset are you darling?"
Malfoy gave me a questioning look, but I didn't see.
"No Mummy, of course not,"
"Ok darling, I'm really sorry. I'll call you later sweetie," I hung up.
"So you're a mother Granger?" he asked me, with no mocking tone, or even a drawl. He seemed a bit serious.
God, I can't believe I let him find out! He's not suppose to find out! He's not suppose to know about Alexia! Oh Merlin! I'm so dumb!
"Yes," I replied, " I am"
"So you're married are you?"
"No, I'm not,"
"Divorced?"
"No, what's with all the questions Malfoy? It's none of you're business," I replied, even though I knew it was his business. After all, Alexia was his daughter. He was about to reply, but I stood up and stopped him.
"I have to go now Malfoy," I quickly left the restaurant and apparated to my parent's house to see Alexia, all the while, hoping that Malfoy would forget the conversation we had. Even though I knew he wouldn't.