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Summary: When two old enemies meet up again, will they be able to look past their differences and get along? What happens if they fall for each other but he's slated to marry someone else? Will he follow his heart or his parents' wishes? Dramione.

Author's note: Lyrics by Taylor Swift

Wildest Dreams

I said no one has to know what we do
His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room
And his voice is a familiar sound, nothing lasts forever
But this is getting good now

When Monday morning came, Hermione found herself nervous to see Draco again. Nothing had happened at the bar, except they'd had a really fun time. But it was so weird for her to think of having fun with him. It was against all laws of God and man. And yet she found herself enjoying his company immensely. Maybe it was because it was the first time she'd been out in a long time with someone other than Harry and Ginny? They were fun, granted. But they were also all over each other, which made her feel like she didn't belong with them. With Draco, he was focused solely on her and getting to know her, and she wasn't sure what to think. But she liked it. She had no idea what he'd thought of the evening though, other than he admitted it was fun for him too. But it probably wouldn't happen again. They'd probably go back to being co-workers who barely talked. And for some reason that saddened her. She didn't really want it to be like that. But she was going to follow his cues and just sit back and see what happened. But she was acutely aware of how she was dressed today and wondered if she looked frumpy. But she didn't have much time to ponder it as she was already running late and needed to get inside her office.

She walked in and found Draco there with more bagels and coffee and a very large grin on his face.

"Good morning, boss," he said cheerfully.

"Good morning."

"I got you another bagel. This time a blueberry one. I figured you needed to live on the wild side a bit," he teased her.

"Thanks. I actually love blueberry. Why am I not surprised you probably already guessed that?" she said with a wry little smile.

"I actually didn't know that. I went out on a limb. But I'm glad you like it. Dig in. We have a busy day today. Four trials are coming up and I put the case files in your box for you," he said quickly.

"Wow. You did all that already? It's only just now ten after eight. How long have you been here?" she wondered as she sat her briefcase down and got into her chair.

"I was here a little early. I wanted to have it all ready for you because I know sometimes you're scrambling at the last minute. See, I'm very useful aren't I?" he asked with a grin on his face.

"You are pretty useful. But am I to find little stick figures drawn inside the files again?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

He laughed and shook his head.

"No, but I could do that if you wanted me to?"

"That's okay. But I have to admit it was funny when you did do that," she said with a small smile.

"I aim to please. Now what else would you like me to do right now? I finished all the filing," he noted the empty box sitting at his feet.

"I have memos to be filled out, but let me eat this bagel because it's calling my name," she said picking it up and taking a bite.

Once again it was perfect. Draco really knew how to fix up a bagel. And her coffee was just right too. She'd never had an assistant who did these sorts of things and seemed so happy about it. She wasn't too sure Draco was going to work out at first because he seemed so bored. But apparently he didn't mind being the bagel boy and he was efficient at putting her case files together without having to be asked. It was a pleasant surprise.

Draco found himself not really caring how boring the job was anymore. He was trying to make it more interesting for himself. But it was mostly the company he kept that made him happy. He never would have dreamt he'd like Hermione Granger, especially as his boss. But she really wasn't so bad once you got to know her. It was just getting her to let her guard down that was the chore. She was so proper and professional inside the office that he longed for her company outside the office when she could let her hair down. But he wasn't so sure he'd get to have that opportunity again. But he was certainly going to try.

After Hermione finished her breakfast, she dictated some memos to Draco and he sent them off flying through the building to their intended recipients. But then Hermione had another meeting to attend so he was left to his own devices in the office. He decided the place needed sprucing up. There were no photos and no plants. It was just a drab space, made only slightly better by his addition of a radio. He knew he couldn't possibly break into her house and steal her photos, so he decided to draw some as a laugh. He drew a picture of a cat and a picture of Hermione with Harry, adding Harry's scar to the stick figure along with his glasses. Then he set the pictures up around the room. He even made one of the two of them holding hands. He knew it was a bold gesture, but they were just stick figures after all. Then he decided to use his break time to go buy plants. He arrived back with an armload of house plants and placed them all around the dim office and it immediately brightened things up. He sat back and admired his handiwork, when Hermione came walking in looking harried from the meeting. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw all the plants.

"What's this?" she asked with extreme confusion.

"Plants. You needed some life in this office. And you also needed pictures. I obviously don't know where you live nor was I going to break into your house to steal pictures, so I improvised," he smiled pointing to his drawings.

She took one look at them and started laughing. Especially the one with Harry. But she was puzzled by the one of her and Draco.

"Who am I holding hands with here?" she asked, needing clarification.

"Oh that's me. Not that you'd hold my hand, but maybe one day?" he added feeling a little silly for including that drawing.

"Oh. Well it's funny. I'll hand you that. You and your drawings. Is this really all you did while I was gone? Spruce up the place?" She deliberately avoided answering his ponderings about one day having that picture come true. She didn't know where that idea even came from.

"I had nothing else to do. Do you like it?"

"I do like it. And I will bring some real photos if it'll make you happy. You could bring some too if you wanted," she offered trying to be nice.

He shrugged.

"I don't have any pictures I want to display really. It's not like I want my family portrait hung on the wall. And I don't have a pet or a best friend or a girlfriend. So it's pretty much gonna be a picture of a waterfall or something if I contribute to the pictures," he explained.

"You don't have a best friend? I thought you had loads of friends in school," she pointed out.

"Nah, not really. I had followers. And once my family's name was tarnished, no one wanted to follow me anymore. Which suited me just fine because they were all pricks like I used to be anyway," he admitted.

"Well you can bring a picture of whatever you like. I guess I never thought about decorating this space," she said with a sigh as she looked around at the changes.

"I don't know why. You spend most of your time here. It should be more comfortable and welcoming. The music was a great addition. In fact, I love this song," he said as he went to the radio and turned it up.

"Don't turn it up too loud. It'll bother other people," she chided him.

"Don't be such a spoil sport. This is a good song," he told her with a grin. Then he started singing along. "Who's that lady? Sexy lady…beautiful lady… who's that lady? I would love to take her home, but her heart is made of stone…"

Hermione started giggling and got up and shoved him.

"Stop singing! You're being a goofball. How do you even know this old song?"

"I listen to the radio at home a lot. I've had three years to catch up on Muggle songs. This is a classic. The Isley Brothers."

"You are so weird," she said as she stood there awkwardly while he continued to sing off key and in a very high pitched voice. It was hilarious, but she didn't want to let on that she was enjoying it that much. Then the music changed to something else. "Oh now I like this song," she told him.

It was Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley. Hermione started humming along with it and Draco just scooped her up and started dancing with her. She tried to protest at first but then he just held onto her tighter. And much to her dismay he knew the words to this one too and sang along, but he also urged her to sing along too.

"Come on, sing it," he said in between choruses.

"No, I don't sing in front of people. I'm dreadful," she giggled as he swept her around the room.

"I'm not people. I'm just me. So at least sing the chorus," he smiled at her.

She sighed and relented and sang the chorus for him. They actually sang it together. Then the next verse came and she kept going.

"Your faith was strong but you needed proof. You saw her bathing on the roof. Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you. She tied you to her kitchen chair. She broke your throne and she cut your hair. And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah…"

"You know this song reminds me of you," he whispered to her.

"It does?" she gulped at the feel of his lips trembling against her ear.

"Yeah, it really does."

She pulled back and wiggled out of his embrace. That was just a little too much for her to handle. And it certainly wasn't professional to be singing and dancing in her office with her new assistant. She smoothed her clothes down and went to turn the radio down.

"Okay, play time is over. I think we've had quite enough of that for now," she said stuffily, trying to get a handle on the emotions she was feeling at his touch and his utterance that this powerful love song reminded him of her. It was just too much.

"Suit yourself. It was just getting good," he said with disappointment. He knew he probably shouldn't have said the bit about the song reminding him of her. But it did. She was rendering him useless and putty in her hands and he didn't understand how she was doing it. Or what was wrong with him. He was just caught in the middle of it and had no recourse but to follow where things led him. Only he wasn't so sure she was on board the same train of thought he was.

He went back to his desk and she went back to hers, only he didn't really have much to do so he was bored. He kept looking at her and her nose was buried in a file, but he had a feeling she was really just avoiding looking at him. He'd made things awkward, but he just spoke his mind. That's what got him into trouble sometimes. He sighed loudly and she looked up at him.

"Yes?" she answered his sigh with a question.

"I'm bored. Can I go to lunch?" he wondered.

She looked at the clock and realized it was indeed lunch time. She usually just ate at her desk. She looked back over at him.

"Sure you can take your lunch. I'll have something for you to do when you get back," she informed him.

"Perfect," he said dryly. "So are you eating lunch too or what?"

"Yes. But I always just eat right here. I brought a sandwich from home."

"A sandwich? Blech. You do realize the cafeteria has hot food. And it's actually quite good. Why not come with me?" he offered, not giving up on her just yet.

"You want me to eat lunch with you?" she asked with confusion.

"Yes. I hate sitting alone and no one else likes me. They all think I'm still evil. And I'm not! It'd be nice if you were there. Maybe showing people you can stand me, so they might warm up to me?" he told her seriously.

"I didn't realize people shunned you. You always rush to lunch when I let you go."

"Yeah, well, I didn't exactly feel like telling you I was a leper amongst my colleagues. But lunch would be way better with someone to talk to."

"Alright. Fine. Just this once," she relented against her better judgment.

She didn't know why she felt sorry for him, but she did. It must be hard to not be accepted by everyone. She herself knew that feeling because in school she wasn't really accepted until Harry and Ron took her under their wings. And back before that, in Muggle school, she never had any friends. So she understood his plight. But were they actually friends now? That she didn't know. But she got up from her desk and followed him to the cafeteria.

They walked in and got in line for food. The meal today was pot roast with potatoes and a salad. Hermione had to admit it was much more appealing than her lowly ham sandwich. They filled their trays and went to sit at an open table. People were gawking at them and it made both of them uncomfortable, but neither said a word. They just sat down together.

"Are people staring at us, or is it just me?" Hermione asked finally once they'd started eating.

"They're staring. But who cares right? Let them stare. You're my boss. That's it. We're just sharing a meal," he tried to shrug it off.

"I am your boss, so this isn't so weird. I'm just enjoying a meal with my trainee," she said trying to convince herself it wasn't social suicide to be seen with him.

"This is why I like places like that Muggle dive. No one stares at me. But here it's like they're all just waiting for me to flip out and try to kill someone. I hate it. I never even killed anyone to begin with!" he lamented.

"Yeah, but you sure tried. People have long memories. I'm honestly surprised you got the job at all," she remarked taking a bite of her roast.

"It wasn't easy, but I had the grades to pull it off. Plus I aced the interview process. I can be quite charming," he said with a smile.

"Right. I bet you can," she laughed slightly.

"Are you charmed by me?" he wondered sipping his juice.

"Me? Charmed by you? Hardly," she scoffed, and lied. The truth was, he was charming. Too much so. But she didn't want to feed that fire.

"Hardly? I thought my pictures and my singing were pretty damn charming," he pointed out.

"They were funny, granted. But I don't know about charming."

"Well I'll get to you somehow. You'll see," he grinned at her.

"Why do you want to charm me? I figure you can barely stand me and are only sitting with me because you have no other options," she told him.

"Bollocks. I could sit alone. I just don't want to. I'd rather have your company. In case you haven't noticed, I've been trying to gain your favor and I thought it was working," he said to her.

"Why do you want to gain my favor so badly?" She was confused by his motivations.

"Because I like you," he said simply.

"You like me?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Well that's interesting," she added trying not to smile.

"Don't go getting all big headed about it. I just think you're fun to be around. At least when you let yourself have fun," he explained.

"You really think I'm dull don't you?" she asked with a tinge of sadness in her voice.

"No, quite the contrary. You're a lot of fun, when you want to be. Friday night proved that. It was a slow start, but you came out of your shell. I had a good time. Didn't you?" he asked hopefully.

"I did have a good time. Surprisingly so. But I guess I left there feeling confused as to why you'd invited me," she confessed.

"I just said why I invited you. I like you. God you're thick sometimes," he chuckled to himself.

She didn't know what to say to that. Draco Malfoy liked her? In what way? As a friend or was he alluding to something deeper? She was scared to find out. And suddenly she felt like a teenager again. The only way she knew how to deal with it was to ignore the fact that he said anything. So she just ate in silence. But Draco hated silence. It was the only thing that drove him out of his mind.

"So what would you say if I asked you to dinner?" he tossed out breaking the silence.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Dinner? With you? Why?"

"Do I have to say it again? I like your company. And I think you like mine. So why shouldn't we have dinner?" he offered her.

"I'm busy tonight," she lied. This was just the strangest thing ever. Obviously he liked her way more than she originally realized.

"Busy doing what? Knitting tea cozy's?" he ribbed her.

"It just so happens that I'm having dinner with another friend," she said with her nose in the air.

"Which friend?"

"Luna."

"Oh. Alright. How about tomorrow night?" he tossed out, not giving up.

"Perhaps it's better to not mix business with pleasure? I am your boss. Don't you think it's weird for us to go on a date?" she whispered across the table.

"No, I don't think it's weird at all. And if you really don't want to go, then just tell me. Don't make up stories about a dinner with Luna. I know you're lying. Remember I can read people really well. If you're not interested, that's fine," he held up his hands, and tried to pretend he wasn't wounded by her snub. But what did he really expect? Her to willingly go out with him when he'd been such a jerk to her for so many years? Obviously he still had a lot to atone for.

Hermione was at a loss for words. If she said she wasn't interested at all, she'd be lying again. But if she admitted she was interested that just opened up a whole new can of worms. And that wasn't something she knew how to deal with. But she already felt sad at the thought of him giving up trying to ask her out. So she took a deep breath and let it out.

"Okay," she said finally.

"Okay what?"

"Okay, I'll have dinner with you."

"Really?"

"Did I stutter? Yes, really. Just don't make me regret it," she sighed.

"How could I make you regret it? By doing something evil or putting you under the Imperious curse to do my bidding? I told you I'd changed, and I meant that," he said seriously.

"I know. And it's the only reason I'm saying yes."

"Is that really the only reason?"

She was silent for a beat and then, "I kinda sorta like you a little bit too."

That was hard for her to admit, but his large smile showed her it was the right thing to say. Just be honest. It was kind of nice to be able to say the truth, even if she had no idea what it meant yet. But she just knew she was interested to explore whatever this was that was happening between them. She just hoped he didn't end up breaking her heart.

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