Hello, Operator?

Chapter 3

Draco read over the interdepartmental memo that had flown into his office first thing this morning. Well, skimmed over it. Blah blah blah, a new position in the ministry...blah blah blah...personally chosen by current minister for magic, Hermione Jean Granger...blah blah blah...qualifications...hours...pay...yadayadayah...more unimportant details...interviews will be held Friday afternoon by appointment.

The pay was double what he was making now. He could quit being a phone sex operator. Draco snorted to himself. With Granger's schedule, here all hours of the night, he might have to quit phone sex for his real job.

He sent a note to Granger's office requesting an interview. Her note was waiting on his desk when he came back from lunch: approved - Friday 4:45pm

He scowled at the note. The offices officially close at 5:00pm. That means he's the last interview before she chooses over the weekend. He'd better not fuck this up.

•••

Should he tell #919 that he's quitting? Or just let her find out when she requests him and he isn't there?

He quite liked the routine of talking to her every night. He wasn't sure he wanted to give up. But she was a bloody stranger!

He felt like he should give her some sort of a goodbye. But what if he wasn't even quitting? What if he didn't get the assistant position? Merlin's balls he couldn't afford to think like that.

Maybe Granger would give him with a practice interview one night? She was certainly here late enough doing Godric knows what.

Draco flipped to a blank page in his notepad and started to brainstorm positive qualities that would make him a good assistant.

He had a blank page.

•••

"#919"

"Hello, love."

"I have a fantasy question for you."

"Go on."

"If you were looking for something in my desk and happened to find my knickers, what would you do?"

"And I can assume you're not wearing any? Not that you're just so overly prepared for everything that you keep extra panties in your office?"

"Right."

"Well then, I think I'd wait for you."

"Oh, I wasn't in the office when you found them?"

"No, you stepped out. So I'd sit in your chair and twirl your knickers around my finger until you came back and saw me and realized I knew you didn't have any knickers on."

"Then what?"

"I'd ask what you're willing to do to keep this little secret between us?"

She laughed. "Oh, so it's a blackmail fantasy now?"

"I like to keep you on your toes."

"Of course!"

"So what are you willing to do?"

"Hmm...I'd straddle you. Let you feel for yourself that you are in fact holding my knickers."

"You're ok having sex in your chair, but not on your desk?"

"I think I changed my mind about that actually."

"Hmm?"

"I think for you I'd want to have sex on my desk."

"What do you mean you think? You're not sure yet?"

"Not yet."

"What would make you sure?"

Draco waited, thinking maybe she didn't know herself, or maybe she did but she wouldn't tell him.

Finally she said, "I'm pretty sure, but I'll be positive soon."

"Oh?"

"Call it a hunch."