Stuck in the Land of Muggles

By: Jeweltheif500 (Bandit)

Disclaimer: I don't own HP, but I hired someone special to tell you!

Severus Snape: As this dunderhead had to hire me and drag me from the Underworld, she obviously doesn't own anything but a laptop, *looks down at script* a brain, and... a broken alarm clock?

A/N Done for potato4's "Closet Challenge." This is a one-shot.

Draco Malfoy gingerly stepped into the elevator. It sure was a pain in the arse to have to visit the Muggle Minister each year. The crazy contraptions always confuddled him...

At the next floor, a bushy-haired woman stepped in. Draco ignored her, until she turned. Of course. Mudblood Granger just had to be here.

"Malfoy."

"Granger."

Suddenly the elevator halted, but the doors didn't open.

"Shit. What was that?"

"Malfoy, the elevator broke. I don't have a cel phone. We're stuck. It's obvious."

"Sure, what if someone needs to get on here?"

"The doors are closed, stupid." Of course Granger needed to remind him of that and crush his hopes of not getting cooties.

"Damn." Draco cursed.

"You said it."

"Did you just agree with me?" Granger hesitated.

"Just because you were voicing my thoughts."

"Oh, of course." Draco pulled out the classic Slytherin Sarcasm that he had taken many a class on, the turned and preened himself in the mirrors that the elevatory was lined in.

"You know there are security cameras here, right?"

"I-I- Of course I do!"

"Oh, of course." Granger copied his earlier words and banged on the elevator call button. It didn't budge. "Freaking kids, putting their bubblegum on the buttons..."

"So, Granger, how'd you get to be in the same building as a Minister? I had no idea you'd be allowed in. Partly why I come here." That last sentence was a lie. He came here because he had to.

"I don't know, maybe because I'm his advisor?"

Draco just turned and went on combing his hair. He had to look good for the- what was it called? Oh. Camera.

"So, what happened to Weasel? He finally get smart enough to leave?" Draco thought, just for a split second, that he hope that was true. Then he mentally slapped himself.

"No, I actually kicked him out. Did you know, Ron cheated on me. Ten plus times. And I didn't even notice! All those belongings, he said they were gifts..."

"That's what my father did with my mother." Draco was confused, how did he have something in common with Granger? Was it even counted as something in common?

"Are they divorced?"

"Not sure. I lost touch."

"Oh." A few awkward minutes passed.

BANG! The elevator started moving again.

"Yay!" Granger cheered. "Oh, Malfoy, call me Hermione. Maybe we can get over this rudeness."

"Only if you call me Draco." He didn't believe Granger would agree, but then a belief is nothing compared to fact.

"Fine." The doors opened.

"Well, goodbye, Hermione," Draco said.

"Goodbye." Gr- Hermione swiftly walked away.

"Oh, Hermione, wait!"

"What?" the doors started to close.

"Would you like to have dinner sometime?" Draco barely caught her answer through the crack in the doors.

"Sure."

A/N Well, that took quite a while! I can't wait to turn it in!