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It was hours later when he barged into her office; her assistant's worried voice following him in. She looked up from her papers, and promptly began wishing she hadn't. Malfoy was standing in the middle of her office in only his tighty whities. She would have laughed, only she was having some trouble tearing her eyes away from his exposed skin. (She may not like him very much, but she accepted that he was not an awful looking male specimen... She was appreciating it right now, as a matter of fact.)

A loud cough startled her from her reverie. She looked up at Malfoy again. When he entered her office, he seemed furious. Absolutely enraged. Now though, he seemed amused. And a little cocky. Git.

She raised her eyebrows inquiringly, not wanting to seem flustered. (Showing any sign of weakness to a Slytherin... Well, she knew better than that.)

"Well, Malfoy? What is it?"

"What's what, Granger?"

"Why are you standing in my office in your underwear, Malfoy?!"

He smirked. "Oh, good, you noticed!"

Hermione groaned, "You are in your underwear, Malfoy! It would be hard not to notice!"

She didn't think it was possible, but his smirk grew even bigger. And more... smirky. "I know. I'm quite distracting."

Hermione groaned. Again. "Malfoy, get out."

"Oh, I'll leave. But just so you know, after you left, Astoria Greengrass came in."

"And I care about this why?"

"Well Granger, I thought you should know what happened to me after you left me to Pansy. No – don't talk. Just listen. I was in that stall for hours. And then Astoria refused to help me until I gave her my clothes."

"Ohhhh, so that's why you're standing in my office in my underwear."

"Yes, that's why. And it is all your fault. It's on your conscience, Granger!"

In her head, Hermione pulled off a very Malfoy-esque smirk, thinking that she wouldn't mind being blamed for Malfoy's shirtlessness. Out loud, though, she perfected an uncaring expression and went back to work, pretending she didn't notice Malfoy stomping off.

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