"Draco? Draco! Wake up Malfoy!"

Draco groaned and turned over in his bed. "What time is it?"

"It's past lunch time, get your arse out of bed!" Draco angrily threw a pillow at the speaker's head.

"Patience is a virtue Blaise." Draco mumbled stumbling out of bed.

Blaise Zabini threw the pillow back onto Draco's bed and tossed him a fresh set of clothes.

"Did you forget we have to pick up our dates in a few hours?" Blaise asked.

The blonde stopped midway as he pulling his shirt over his head, "Shit, I totally forgot."

"Why, did you drink too much at your father's party last night?" Blaise laughed. "By the way, congrats on making it to the Ministry. I heard you're in the same Defense department as the Granger girl."

Draco cringed at the name, "Man I had the most messed up dream."

"Really? Do tell." Blaise plopped himself at the edge of Draco's bed as he combed his long hair.

"Yeah, I was at the party in my dream and then Granger was there…and she looked hot!" Draco blurted out. "Next thing I knew we were about to kiss but you woke me up." He paused at the full length mirror in his mirror.

"Ugh, that's not a dream mate, that's a nightmare." Blaise said disgusted. "You were actually going to kiss the mud blood?"

"I know! It was so fucked up, maybe I did have too much to drink." Draco concluded.

How could he – a pureblood, ever enjoy the company of that bushy haired girl? Okay, so her hair was a lot more tame now, but that did not exclude the fact that he had despised her for seven years.

"Whatever, mate today you'll be too busy to fall asleep." Blaise smirked referring to their dates.

"Oh, yeah I forgot we were dating airheads." Draco rolled his eyes.

"Come on, why are you so depressed these days?" his friend asked. "Is it because your father wont make you his heir unless you get married?'

"UGH! Why do you have to remind me? I tried to block it out." Draco groaned.

Blaise rolled his eyes, "You could get any girl you want, what's the problem?"

He didn't respond, he pulled his fingers through his thick blonde hair.

"Is this about finding the 'perfect girl' crap?" Blaise laughed.

"It's not crap and yeah I do want to find the perfect girl." Draco muttered.

Blaise threw the blonde his jacket, "Let's forget about it for a while, k? We have two hot girls waiting for us at the pub."

Draco shrugged on his jacket and followed his friend out the door.

Perfect Girl. He would find her…one day.

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"Hermione?" Ginny snapped her fingers.

Hermione pulled out of her daze. "Oh sorry, were you saying something?"

"Where did you drift off to? You keep spacing out on me." The redhead complained.

Hermione pulled at her wavy hair, "Nothing, honestly." She stared past the table they were sitting at and admired the decorations she helped put up for the wedding reception.

"Is this about Ron getting married?" Ginny inquired.

She smiled in response, "No, I'm happy for him and Luna. It's a nice way to celebrate their return from Romania."

"It's a pity it couldn't be a double wedding." The redhead frowned, tugging at the thread from her yellow dress.

"Harry still hasn't proposed?" Hermione asked.

"No…and I don't know why," she paused, "I hate these bridesmaids dresses."

"Tell me about it." Hermione laughed and wrinkled the edge of her matching yellow dress. "Don't worry Gin, Harry's just nervous."

Ginny smiled, "Yeah, I know but the real problem is you."

"Me?" Hermione blinked. "What's wrong with me?"

"You always act depressed when you see couples. Are you really that lonely? You already have had a row of guys flocking at your door at the Ministry, pick one of them." Ginny said confidently.

"What? No way…" Hermione drifted off into her thoughts, "I want someone perfect for me."

Ginny began to laugh hysterically. "The perfect guy!" she breathed in between the bouts of laughter. "That's a good one 'mione."

"I'm serious."

"Oh."

"Yeah…"

Ginny bit her lip, thinking of what to say. "Good luck?"

"Thank you." Hermione smiled. "You should go, you and Harry are going to start off the dancing."

"It should be the bride and groom, but Ron's too much of a pansy." Ginny grumbled.

Hermione laughed along, "Have fun!"

"I'll try."

She sat in silence at the empty table, watching Harry and Ginny made their way through the crowd. They looked so perfect together, why couldn't she find someone like that? Not even in her wildest dreams could she imagine a guy perfect for her. Maybe there wasn't the perfect guy for her…

She was the smartest witch of her age, she had to find SOMEONE out there.

"Well this sucks." Hermione muttered.

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Draco nodded in acknowledgement to everyone who greeted him at the Ministry. His first day officially at work. Why was he working if his dad was filthy rich? Oh yeah, because he wont hand over any of his money unless he gets married.

What is it with parents and marriage? Don't the understand the concept of one night stands and NO commitment?

Draco had combed back his blonde hair, so it fell just past his ears, but he was tempted to run his fingers through it – nervous habit.

He stepped into the Defense office only to be greeted by an angry voice.

"You're late," barked an elderly man with a staunch green robe. His eyes were peering at Draco from his thin glasses.

"Sorry I-,"

"Don't apologize to me, apologize to Miss. Granger." The old wizard said inclining his head to the young witch who was sitting on the chair in front of the desk.

"She's been here waiting for your arrival so we can begin the meeting." The wizard explained. "I really couldn't care, anything to keep me away from home and that crazy wife of mine…"

"Ahem." He caught himself. "Take a seat Mr. Malfoy. Just because your father has a high position in the Ministry doesn't mean you do. You have to earn your place."

Draco caught Hermione smiling and he glared at her as he took the empty seat beside her. The elderly wizard handed both of them a manila folder.

"You know as the Defense Office we make sure wizards and witches aren't misusing magic against other magical beings." The old man's voice droned on.

"Similar to what Mr. Weasley does?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, but he helps protect those misusing magic against Muggles." The wizard explained.

"Our department investigates and determines any situations where the magic is being misused and if it crosses the legal borders we alert the Aurors."

"So, we pretty much find work for them?" Draco smirked.

The wizard ignored the blonde and continued on, "Inside those folders you have your assignments. Investigate the proper verdicts for the accused and find proof for their accusations. I believe these cases are simple enough."

Hermione nodded eagerly and Draco rolled his eyes.

"You two will be working together on your first assignment." He said getting up from his desk.

"Wait, what?" Draco realized what he said. "I can't work with Grang-,"

"Good luck." The old wizard gave a creepy smile and left the office, completely ignoring Draco.

"What are prick. What's his name?" Draco turned to Hermione.

She quirked an eyebrow, "He's our department head how could you not know? His name is Quigley Kaufer. He's been here for twenty-five years. He was the youngest Ministry worker to become a department head-,"

"Granger I asked for his name not his history." Draco cut her off.

"Whatever Malfoy, don't think I'll enjoy working with you." She turned her head away from him to open the folder in her lap.

Draco couldn't help but notice how her tied up hair would look much better if she let it loose, falling on her shoulders. He shook his head. That was a disgusting thought, Granger couldn't look nice even if her life depended on it. Even a bald Voldemort was more appealing…okay that was harsh.

"Malfoy?" Hermione interrupted his thoughts.

"What?" he asked rudely.

"I think Kaufer was wrong when he said this was an easy case…" her hazel eyes pored over the document one more time.

"So what? We'll just work harder. What do we have to do? Interview the accused's family and search for solid evidence. We should be done before lunch." Draco concluded.

"I don't think so…we'll have to go undercover." Hermione winced.

"I knew no good would come from working with you." Draco muttered.

"Excuse me? I didn't choose to work with a ferret either." Hermione retorted.

"Well why would anyone want to work with a know-it-all prick?" Draco shot back.

"Me? A prick? At least I'm not the one who acts like he's got something stuck up his ass."

"Oh you're going to have to resort to vulgarity now, Granger?" Draco sneered. "I'm not surprised considering you are always surrounded by those blood traitors."

"At least the Weasley family doesn't need to buy their way into things." Hermione said.

"It's because they can't afford to." The blonde snorted.

"Fine, but what's you excuse for paying girls to pretend to like you?" Hermione spat at him.

"Pay! Are you kidding me? Girls would kill to be with this." He gestured at his perfectly toned body covered by his thin robes.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Oh please, I would rather kill myself than affiliate with a ferret like you."

"That's a lot of talk for a girl who's never had a boyfriend." He mocked.

"I-,"

"Is everything alright in here?" the old wizard popped his head back in the doorway.

"Yes." Draco and Hermione said at the same time through gritted teeth.

"Good. Very good." The old man smiled and walked away.

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Wasn't this supposed to be a one shot?

Wasn't I supposed to studying for exams?

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