I felt slightly dejected as the tall, broad shouldered blonde rejected my hand and pulled himself up making a huge show of dusting himself off.

"What in Merlin's beard are you doing grudging up a mess in these blasted old office spaces?" The Blonde man with piercing grey eyes spat. Oh I knew those eyes.

"Malfoy?" I exclaimed. "What in the world are YOU doing here?"

"Well if you must know I've been promoted by my boss to help turn this dump into a new department. Probably will go down in Wizarding history," Malfoy said as he began strutting around my office like he owned the damn place. He threw his briefcase onto my desk, grabbed the tea out of my hand and began fingering one of my many knitted hats I made for any visiting house elves. I watched him idly in shock unable to do anything as my blood started to boil.

"Give me that!" I snapped, grabbing the knitted hat with one hand and gripping the tea in the other. "Thats my tea Booky made it for me and I'm going to drink it!"

"No Granger actually I made it and seeing as you were probably sent here to do my bidding I will drink it." The arrogant blonde stated effectively pulling Hermione's hand and the tea cup towards him. He then had the audacity to challenge the stubborn brunette with a raise of his eyebrow.

"I am the Director and head of this department and you are probably here to work for me!" Hermione shouted pulling the drink and Malfoy's arm towards herself with much force.

Unfortunately the word director and implication that a Malfoy would ever work under Granger had him so caught off guard he had placed no effort into resisting the tea grab the crazy little bint had just made. He promptly felt himself brought back to reality as he was crashing towards the ground for a second time, only this time he had Granger underneath him.

His face was less than half an inch from her face but he was too upset and mortified to move.

"How dare you imply I work beneath you!" Draco yelled without even attempting to move from his position on top of her on the floor.

He expected a rebuttal from the feisty Gryffindor golden girl but instead he followed her eyes as she looked down at her now see through, tea soaked expensive white chiffon blouse. He visibly gulped as he watched a murderous glint pass through her eyes as they bore into him.

"YOU STUPID FERRET!" she shouted as she tossed him in the air with a push of her hips, pinned him on his back and straddled him. "How dare you think I would even consider working beneath you! You arrogant, misogynistic, pig headed prick!" She exclaimed making sure to poke him in the chest with her wand after every insult.

Draco stared at her in shock, anger and awe. No man let alone woman had ever succeeded in tackling him down to the ground before. He was the reigning office wrestling champ in their gym. He can't even remember the last time a woman had spoken that lowly to him. He was Witch Weekly's Bachelor of the Year.

"You listen to me Ferret and you listen good!" Hermione continued to yell, "When I find out who sent you here I will not only give them a piece of my mind but you and him will need the entire Aurors department to protect you from my wand!"

Draco stared up into her warm brown eyes. That threat seemed liked a promise and he'd never admit it out loud but with the view up her skirt in her current position, he quite fancied the idea of her chasing him. He pulled his lips into a trade mark smirk.

"Is that a promise?" he said cockily.

"Urgh?!" She exclaimed as she raised a tiny fist in the air gearing up to punch the misogynistic pig just as she did when they were only 13.

Draco quickly covered his face with his arms. As much as he would love to avoid Grangers punches, as he knew she packed a good one, he would never so much push or put his hands on a lady. So instead he braced himself for the inevitable. When the blow didn't come he looked up to find Hermione being hoisted into the air by Harry and Ron.

"Looks like you really are going to need our protection," Harry teased.

Draco felt his face burn up with embarrassment from his position on the floor as he saw Harry , Ron, Blaise and his boss Grant laughing unabashedly.

He quickly stood up and made sure to throw Granger, who had the mind to look ashamed, a dirty look as he faced his boss.

"Sir, is this your idea of a practical joke?" Draco asked, "You can't actually suggest I work with her..." He sneered, missing the look of hurt the quickly passed across Hermione's face.

"Hey you better watch yourself Ferret." Ron defended.

"Draco, is this the type of professional you want to be known as?" Grant said putting on his authoritative tonne as Ron snorted at the word professional. "This is your chance Draco," Grant said giving Draco a knowing look. Draco felt ashamed as he understood the implications and double meaning behind what his boss and what he liked to think of as his only father figure, said. "I'm not asking you to take it. I'm demanding you to take it. Hermione is the director of this department and you are to be her partner for at least the amount of time it takes to get the legalities finished and everything set up. Now be a man you can start by taking off that coat and fixing this place up." With that Grant gave everyone a stern look that even McGonagall would be proud of and left the room.

The four 20 -something's stood quiet for a minute. They all felt a little chagrined like they had just been sent to detention.

Potter was the first to break the silence. "Well Mione you know where to find me. Me and Ron will be checking on you. Can't have you murdering someone on our floor now can we? He laughed and winked over at Malfoy.

"Goodluck Ferret!" Ron said to Draco. That term was now starting to sound like a strange endearment as he and the Golden duo grew closer. What was this world coming too? Draco thought silently to himself.

"Hermione I like a woman who knows how to straddle a man," Blaise said in his smooth Italian tonne. "Nice top by the way, see through is always the way to go in my books." And with that Blaise smirked and quickly ran back to the gym with Harry and Ron on his tail shortly after him defending their best friends honor no doubt.

Draco turned to face the only other person left in the room. Hermione was struggling to cover her chest up with her cheeks flaming red. Draco found himself doing something very un-Malfoy like as he was charmed by her sudden display of innocence. He took off his expensive suit jacket, draped it around her shoulders and fastened the first buttons effectively covering her petite frame which was drowning in his designer wear. Maybe it was the blow to his head earlier but Granger actually looked quite appealing wearing his clothes.

"So..." he started speaking as it appeared Granger was suddenly at a loss for words. "You heard the man I guess we should start fixing this place up. I know a great spell that will turn the walls a nice shade of green."

"Green?!" Hermione seemed to find her voice enough to yell. "I think not Red will be the colour of these walls!"

"Gryffindor red? Over my dead body!" Draco shouted back pretending he wasn't intimidated by her gaze. "I'm your partner and we will do as I say!"

"I think not!" Hermione yelled.

And just like that they were arguing again.