I'm fast forwarding two days because in my head not much happens there and I don't want to bore you all to death with a dull two days.
Tuesday and Wednesday pass without a hitch. I don't even see Draco Malfoy. I work in my office, breaking for lunch and going home at the correct time, eat alone and then curl up in bed with a good book.
Though the bliss of boredom ends before I can fully appreciate it.
I exit the lifts on Thursday morning; walking out of the dingy box into the bright corridor and having to squint to protect my eyes as they take a little while to adjust, then I make my way through the doors and into the office.
I believe that when I described my office I mentioned that it was all glass. Meaning that I can see all the way through it. As in I'm standing here at the doors and I can see the one and only Draco Malfoy with his feet up on my desk, looking through my designs on the new building. "Enjoying going through stuff that is not yours?" I ask. His head snaps up to look at me, his eyes look darker today and there a dark rings protruding from his pale cheeks.
"What's yours is mine Granger."
"We're not married Malfoy!" I tell him and I grab the pages from his hands.
He flicks something off his trousers and watches as the little lion cub on the desk moves towards him, she takes a few sniffs at his leg and then starts trying to push her way out of the desk to scratch him. Though, much to my disappointment, she can't seem to make it out. "No, but you are my employee, and I guess that's worse for you because I have total control." He smirks, his eyes lighting up through the haze of what appears to be tiredness and then he whispers in a strangely seductive voice, "Total Control, Granger," Once more. I catch myself before I can let that voice drift its way into my sexual fantasies. Cool it, Granger! I tell myself and I look back up at him from where my gaze had trained itself on the ground.
"Are you alright, Malfoy?" I ask and he kicks his feet down from the desk. He rests his elbows on his knees and he refuses to meet my eye.
"Do you know what those are supposed to be, Granger?" He asks me, pointedly ignoring my question and pointing instead to the lion and the snake perched on either side of the desk but seemingly perfectly content with each other.
I smile, "I think I guessed."
"They are supposed to be us. Me and you." He smiles. "They react the same way that we do to each other. When they fight one of us is angry with the other, when they sit calmly, we are both at ease." He laughs, "I can take it off if you want, but I read about the spell and thought that you would find it cool, so I decided to try it out... if you don't like it I can take it away."
"I like them." I say and he smiles up at me.
"Good." He stands and starts to walk out of the door. I watch him go, he's almost at the end of the offices and is just about to take a step into the main corridor as I run after him and call out.
"Are you sure everything's ok?"
"Stop worrying, Granger." He smirks, "You'll go grey."
I return to my desk, finally acknowledging the fact that we managed to get through a whole conversation without arguing with each other.
I look down at the pages. There are hundreds of little 'post it' notes over everything detailing every changes he thinks that I can make, though mixed in there are also funny little comments that make me smile (and make the little lion purr – so I stick a 'post it' over her in hope that she will get the message that being happy over Draco Malfoy is NOT allowed!)
Pansy rushes in about a half an hour later while I'm still digging through the mountains of correction that I have to make.
"I finished drawing up all the contracts for the builders and I'm just going to send them to legal department to get them to look over any possible loopholes." She says, she has taken a seat opposite my desk and is pulling one of her black stilettos off her foot, rubbing the back and deciding how much damage has been done to the backs of her heels.
"New shoes?" I ask, "Here." I pull a box of plasters out of my drawer and throw them over the desk to her, she looks at them with a weird expression and I start explaining what they are. "Anyway, about the contracts, don't bother with the legal department." I tell her, she looks at me questioningly and I start searching through my discarded 'post it's' and find an orange one in the pile. I shove it over the desk towards her, "Apparently they have to be taken straight to Malfoy, I assume he will decide what to do."
She stands, wincing. "Alright, should I take them down?"
"Nah, we can bring them to him before we go to lunch, sit down and take off those shoes!"
At twelve thirty I say that the time has come for us to take a break. "Let's go to lunch." I say and I call over to Theo and Kevin to tell them that we are going. Pansy slips on her configured stiletto/ trainers and we take to the stairs, the documents slipped under my arm all ready for Malfoy's judgement.
I have to leave it with Zabini because Malfoy has decided to up and disappear.
It's Thursday night and I know that it seems like I spend most of my time at the burrow these days, but it's the official dinner night tonight. This is the night where everyone is invited and everyone has to turn up. "Ginny." I smile as I walk over the threshold and step onto the threadbare carpet. She's sitting on the floor flipping through Witch Weekly and rating them all on a scale of one to ten with Tonks.
"Mione." Both Tonks and Ginny stand up to greet me and then the take their seats once more. An argument ensues over a rating, it's quite comical actually, and I get pulled into the discussion.
"I give him a nine." I tell them, Ginny looks put out – having only rated him a four – but he has those baby blue wonder eyes and he keeps winking up at me. Definitely a nine already and I haven't even describe the washboard stomach and bulked biceps of one; Gregory Goyle.
Oh my God.
Oh my GOD. I did not just think he was hot, Gregory Goyle was hot!
OH my GOD.
OH MY GOD! He looks hot! HERMIONE!
"Did you read the name Ginny?" I ask and she looks down, taking in the name and then she starts laughing. "You were the one who gave him a nine! I gave him a four; I can still claim complete sanity, though I think you need to check yourself into St. Mungo's."
"UGH! This is why I don't play this game." I just had a very vivid image of something along the lines of, what Ginny calls 'sexy time' with the Gregory Goyle. Not the one from the photo. The one from school, stuffing his face with cakes and then trying to kiss me.
"Hermione loves Goyle!" Ginny cackles and I shove a pillow into her face. Wow. Was I the only one from school who life wasn't amazingly kind to?
I turn around to find someone else to speak with and Harry's holding out some sort of picture – a baby scan. It still looks like a bunch of lines to us all, but Harry starts pinpointing the head and body and we all finally start to get it.
They had another ultrasound done yesterday, Harry is insisting that as well as the magical checkups, they also use Muggle procedures as well, and the non–moving picture seems to startle all the Weasley Clan.
The picture of their baby makes me remember to ask Sirius if he has spoken to the witch carrying his future Heir. I think that Sirius gathers that I am going to want to speak to him, so he inclines his head to the back door and we both make our way into the garden. These clandestine meetings are becoming a regular night time activity for us now and I am quite surprised that no one has noticed anything suspicious.
Ron must have gotten his obliviousness from somewhere, so the Weasley's are excused, but Harry usually cottons onto things straight away. I just want someone else to find out so I don't have to keep the secret any more. Please note that this is not my selfishness here, I just suck at keeping secrets and I don't want to abuse his trust by slipping accidentally!
I want to tell Sirius that no one will judge him on this and that we will all be overjoyed for him. But he knows all of this and he needs the time.
"How did it go?" I ask and he motions for me to keep walking until we are definitely far enough away from the burrow so that no one can hear us... and so that the gnomes are biting us for standing in their territory! "So, how did it go?"
"I have four months, Hermione." I look up to him. "She gave me four months to turn into the man she thinks should be in her child's life. No more drinking, no casual flings... nothing."
"Look at things on the bright side."
"I am, Hermione!" He tells me and he sits down on a little stone ledge that juts out of the wall surrounding the garden. "I get a child. A son."
"She already knows?" I ask and he nods his head, his black hair falling into his face. Though it seems like a quick time to find out the sex of the baby, I remember that Harry found out very quickly too. Something about the magical charm used to confirm a pregnancy glows a specific colour for a certain gender.
"A boy." He smiles, his eyes lighting up and his voice getting thick with emotion. "But I don't know how to act like a mature adult!" he says, "I never have been. I'm good at being a child."
"But you aren't a child anymore." I tell him and he looks at his hands, playing with his fingers and sliding a black signet ring with the Black family crest on it round and round his finger. "You need to grow up Sirius." I stand and walk back to the burrow. I know that I am being mean. I know that they say you shouldn't kick someone while they are down, but if this is what it takes to keep his son in his life, then I will be the biggest bitch on the planet to make sure he gets to see his son.
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