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Chapter 3 - Unexpected Visit From An Annoying Person

Actual Morning of the 24th of May

Draco walked into a recently painted two-story building by the outskirts of Diagon Alley. The doors automatically opened as he entered. Walking inside the miniscule on the outside but humongous on the inside building, was a lobby with beige walls and pearl white pillars. Up on the bewitched high ceiling like Hogwarts' was a beautiful chandelier filled with enchanted candles. There was a reception area on one side and on the other was a family portrait of the Malfoys.

A grand staircase sat in the middle of the room leading to the second floor. Two lifts on each side of the staircase. The whole building has twenty-five floors. Fifteen of them used as labs and research facilities. The remaining five were used as offices for the employees.

Five or more generations before Draco was born to the world, Braxton Malfoy had aspired to add more to their riches rather than just living off of it. They didn't think their company would be a boom. It was more like an experiment – the reason why they had decided upon the very small building. A few decades after the opening, they had decided on expanding but Braxton felt attached to the place and didn't want to leave it. They had to expand from within as the outside was already cramped up and that is how the Malfoy Industries was created.

Draco took one of the lifts and pressed the top floor. The lift had stopped at a few floors because of employees trying to get on but Draco simply stayed alone. After an incident when he was just the company's president-in-training, the employees made up their minds to not join him on the lift. Draco frightened everyone to an extent. Except for one.

"Hold it, Hold it!" A familiar voice had erupted from the lobby. Draco didn't flinch at the request. He simply ignored it since he knew that no employee would dare ride the lifts with him. Draco was taken aback when he saw someone stepping inside just in time.

Draco stayed at the very back of the lift, scrutinizing the witch who had just entered a hell of a ride. Robes half-ironed, socks unevenly high, a case filled- no, stuffed with parchment, and a distracting mane that reminded Draco of a bush. He rolled his eyes at the sloppy ass witch. Draco thought of who hired this poor excuse for a witch was going to get quite the scolding.

As they reached the fifteenth floor, the witch had finally fixed the messy parchments sticking out of her briefcase and straightened her clothes. Her socks were equally high and her hair was tamed. Draco was actually impressed at how quickly the witch had recovered from her previous… short comings. It was admirable. As he processed that thought, the brunette turned around in her place with a smug look. "What did you think, Malfoy?"

What the actual fuck. Hermione Granger in Malfoy Industries. Who let her in? I mean, there really are no discriminations in here but Granger? It had to be Granger.

Draco's thoughts were taking the life out of him. Something clicked inside of his mind and made him remember something after the battle of Hogwarts. Fuck. He did ask her to be his sort-of made up Business Advisor or something like that. Draco had to come up with something fancier than just Business Advisor. He wanted to smack himself in the head for not remembering this important piece.

"G-Granger?" He stammered but regained his composure with a clearing of his throat. "Impressive, I must say. Are you going to come into work looking like that every day when you ride the lift to intimidate and show off to your colleagues and especially, your boss?"

The brunette blushed at the compliment, at least the beginning. She didn't quite know what to think of the latter so she decided to change the topic. "Anyways, what are we up to today?"

Draco remembered how annoying she was and chuckled at the thought. She followed him around and tried to make odd conversations with him as if they were old friends. It annoyed him to the bones but he knew all of it would be worth it because of who she was. It's terrible to think that he used her abilities but just a reminder, he was her boss. It was in Draco's power to use her abilities to make something good out of it.

Oh and now here's the juicy part since that came up. It started about two months after she joined the company. Things started to get a little queasy between the two. At first, they weren't affected by the flirtatious actions but it got under their skin. It crawled and creeped like a fucking serpent. It didn't take long for them to act on their lust. Draco remembered the first time they did it together. It was steaming hot and Draco thought their passion would set the building on fire but thankfully, it didn't.

The hooking up in between work and even during weekends continued. It was something they couldn't get enough off. They felt complete when one was buried deep inside the other. Like they were puzzles who clicked and fit together perfectly. It was insane. They would simply do it everywhere that was isolated, of course.

Good memories – oh no, that's certainly an understatement. More like, incredibly steamy memories flooded his brain. Just the thought of their little adventures all bloody over the building and outside made his trousers tighten. If he was to think of a few things to describe their escapades, he wouldn't think of only few, but a lot. Instead of listing them here, you'd most likely want to look up the synonyms of the word extraordinary.

He reached the top floor – it was where his office was located. As the lift doors opened, he loosened his trousers to make the growing bulge a bit subtle in case someone was waiting for him and indeed, someone was.

"What are you doing here?" Draco's face was filled with disgust at the sight of a familiar man's jet black hair.

Harry turned around to where the sound came from and rolled his eyes, "Relax, ferret. I'm here about Hermione."

The blonde man raised one of his eyebrows as he stood from beside his desk – their desk, yes, certainly one for the books but now is not the time. "Oh yeah? You seemed to be so supportive of Weaslette – fuck, she just married you. Anyways, she's still Weaslette because Potterette doesn't have the same ring-

"Shut the fuck up, Malfoy. You make marrying me sound terrible but not as terrible as marrying you, I reckon. I was supposed to support her, Malfoy. But that didn't mean I didn't have opposing thoughts-

"Aren't you supposed to be shagging – oh fuck, just thinking of you sweaty and hovering on top of Weaslette makes me want to throw up. Aren't you supposed to be on your honeymoon with your wife? Get to the point, pothead. I have things to do, people to meet." Draco stated with obvious disdain as he put his satchel on the wooden desk.

"Ginny put it off. She knew things were a little rough with Hermione, so she decided to cancel it." Harry answered with annoyance in his voice. Must be because he's not going to get laid anytime soon. One part of Draco's brain said as the other answered, you aren't either. The thought made him frown in frustration. Scarhead continued, "Well, as you would've guessed I'm worried about her. Are you sure she didn't leave you anything of importance?"

Draco scowled at the-boy-who-lived as he moved to sit on his seat at the opposite side of the table, "No, Potter. Did you not hear me yesterday?"

Harry shuffled in his seat, "Not at all? She could've left a clue or something. Did she not leave you a note or something?"

"Bloody hell, Potter. She didn't leave me anything," Draco paused and stood up. "She did leave something. Some sort of after shag goodbye note."

Harry felt squeamish at what the blonde had said, "What did it say?"

"Take care, Draco. All the love H." Draco recited. He had memorized the short words after reading it for too many times. He read it while lying on his bed after attending the sappy wedding. Also while eating his breakfast and getting ready for the day. Draco left it on the bedside table of his flat in London. He wanted to get it and show it to Potter.

He moved away from his desk and apparated out of his office, leaving the dark haired wizard alone. Draco arrived at his doorstep and opened the oak door. He didn't have time to look around his sitting room or anywhere other than his room. Draco went straight to his bedroom and to the bedside table where a lamp, a glass of water, and a piece of paper. Draco apparated out of his flat and back to his office where Potter waited quite impatiently.

Draco walked to his desk with a sense of urgency and he tossed the parchment onto the desk in front of Potter. The Malfoy heir sat back down on his chair. Harry grasped onto the paper and read it. It was as Draco had said it was.

But the type of paper wasn't quite like the same kind of parchment they use in the wizarding world. The paper had felt smooth. It was almost as if it was glossy but it had a bit of roughness onto it. It was muggle paper! He looked at the backside of the paper and saw a few prints on it but it was enough to tell Harry of what to do next.

-tain Airlines

Granger
-ight 315
27400683

"How the fuck did you not notice this wasn't parchment, Malfoy?" Harry asked. He felt furious at the ignorance of the other wizard.

Draco scowled at Harry, "I'm not you, Potter. I'm not the one who lived inside a damn cupboard for ten damn years or one who lived with muggle relatives. Did you forget I am a pureblood?"

Harry rolled his eyes at his remark, "Malfoy, this is a plane ticket. For Merlin's sake, who knows where she's headed? And here's the hint, we've been waiting for so you must find her."

"Just me? I'm supposed to ride one of those muggle transportation things made out of metal that isn't entirely safe? What the bloody fuck. Hell no, Potter. I would rather wait for her to come back."

Harry looked at him in disbelief and stood up from his seat, "Well, it's entirely up to you. Hopefully, she's doing fine out there, all alone. Maybe, she's found someone in the short time she's been wherever she is."

"Fuck you, Potter."

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