Draco's POV"
Well, don't I just have the worst luck of all? Of all the people to be my partner I just had to have Hermione Granger? At least I think that's her, slamming the door open with such a force, for a minute there I thought I was going to be attacked.
"Yes Granger?" I asked smoothly, with my eyebrows raised. I am always a cool customer.
"What are you doing in my office?" she spluttered.
"I beg your pardon? This is my office."
"You're my partner?" she said, looking utterly dismayed. Offensive of course but then again I never remembered Granger to be sensitive.
"Yes, shame, but there you have it. Nothing to do about it."
"No, this can't be" she cried pulling her hair, which were soft, wavy curls that reminded me of chocolate with swirls of caramel in it…anyway she was pulling her hair and moaning like a deranged animal. I sat down on my desk and started going through my paperwork.
Actually there is no paper work, it's only nine in the morning, but I wanted to be the professional one here.
It wasn't as if I was happy to have Granger as my partner. I also felt like getting on the floor and start moaning; after all, my partner is Miss Know-it-all Granger who once punched me on the face. Vicious person; almost all my friends were scared from her.
But life thought me that nothing is fair. I worked hard to get to where I am and I learnt to be patient. The moaning creature crouched on the floor obviously still had to learn that.
She got up, and glaring suspiciously at me she also sat on her chair. She leant forward and started putting picture frames on her table. I couldn't help noticing that she had a bubbly butt. When did she get that? Her breasts were large and they were popping out of her delicate shirt, while she laboriously decorated her table top. My pants started to feel tighter and I squirmed uncomfortably on the chair.
"Well Granger how has life been treating you?" I asked lightly.
"Fine" she said curtly "You?"
"I've been good. You and Weasley still together?" I asked, not knowing what else to talk about.
She slammed one of her pictures down and turned furiously to me "Malfoy, why don't you shut your mouth? I am honestly not in the mood for your crap!"
"Alright, no need to get your knickers in a twist" I said coolly but in reality I was feeling confused and a little hurt inside. I stared at her and strangely she blushed.
The office was quiet then for a while. Since there was nothing to do I decided to decorate my table as well. I put a picture of my mother and father on my table and stared at it.
I love my parents more than anyone and anything, as imperfect as they were. After the war I was depressed and ready to kill myself but my parents were there to stop me. I thank God every day that they weren't imprisoned in Azkaban.
As a former death eater, people were prejudiced against me and even hated me but my father always reminded me to not notice and just work hard instead.
Just this morning he started the lecture again on the breakfast table, at the Malfoy Manor.
"Draco" he drawled, lazily going through the morning's paper, "with higher position comes higher responsibility, remember that."
"Yes father" I said rolling my eyes. My mother saw and hit me on the head. My father looks up confused and asks if everything is alright.
"Well, Draco just remember to give it your all, do your best and don't worry about the rest" he said. Yes my dad, feared death eater, liked to give cliché advices.
But I could see through his lazy drawl; in reality he was afraid every day of me being the target of an attack or hate crime. He would ask me if anyone ever fought with me, the truth was yes a lot but I never told him so. He had enough guilt to take care of.
When I left an hour later they were still at the breakfast tables in their morning robes. They weren't allowed any jobs anymore but while they were together I don't think they cared.
