Getting Over Weasley

You Shouldn't Have Seen This

Draco walked down the hallway of the Magical Law Enforcement wing, heading towards Weasley's office. The blonde had managed to find where some of the last Death Eaters were in hiding, and despite their feud in high school, he found that Weasley had the greatest amount of discretion and understanding, barring Potter of course.

Upon reaching the ginger man's office, he walked straight in, as the blue light shining to the left of the door relayed the message that Ron wasn't in a meeting. However, as Draco crossed the threshold he realized that Ron wasn't in a meeting because he wasn't even in the office. Before he could leave, the chair at Weasley's desk spun around.

"Hello handsome," the curly headed witch said as she turned. "I was hoping we could – oh shit."

The breath momentarily left Draco's body as he stood in awe of the witch. That couldn't be Granger in...in lingerie could it?

"You weren't supposed to see me in this, so I'm just gonna go." Hermione quickly summoned her trench coat and slipped it around her shoulders before standing up. Malfoy sighed quietly, sad to see the sweet and supple skin disappear from his view.

"You know Granger, I never thought I'd be jealous of Weaselby in my entire life, but you have definitely proved me wrong."

"Oh shove off Malfoy. Who doesn't knock on their way into someone else's office?" Granger grabbed her bag off of the desk and made her way to the door. She was nearly out of the office, when she found her path blocked by the blonde man.

"Someone who sees that Weasley is not in a meeting. I figured he'd be interested in what I had to say. Why are you here?"

Hermione huffed and a puzzled look crossed her face. She seemed to be debating whether or not she could trust Malfoy. In the end, she decided she had nothing left to lose.

"Well if you must know, Ron and I have split up. His choice. Not mine. And I was hoping this could rekindle something of ours. Usually he eats lunch in his office, so I thought it was the perfect time, but I suppose I don't know him as well as I thought I did." She paused then, looking up at Draco. "Go on, laugh; I can't imagine how pathetic this is to you."

Draco looked down at the witch with tears threatening to spill down onto her coffee skin. He brushed a thumb across her cheek, causing her breath to hitch.

"I hardly think it's pathetic Granger. You clearly are still hung up on him and need something to get your mind off of it. I'd like to offer my services, if you'll have me."

"I'm not sleeping with you Malfoy, if that's what you're asking."

Draco laughed. "That's hardly what I'm saying dear, but thank you for the clarification." His words seemed to have stung Hermione, as he continued on. "Believe me, it's not that I don't want to, especially after seeing you in this incredible attire," Hermione blushed furiously. "But, I was raised to be a gentleman despite also being a Death Eater, so you'll forgive me if I don't take advantage of a woman who is clearly in distress. I was thinking something a little more tame. Like flying, or throwing things." It was Hermione's turn to laugh now. Draco wiped the stray tears from her face before continuing. "How does that sound?"

"That sounds quite fun actually. But before we start I need to put some proper clothes on I think."

"Hold your horses Granger," Draco said, and Hermione stopped smiling.

"I knew this was about sleeping with me. Bloody hell, Malfoy, you really had me falling for your gentleman shit and –"

"Whoa, whoa, cool it Granger. All I was going to say is that I can't go this second. I am a working man after all. I do have a job." Draco tried to hide the hurt on his face with a smirk. As Hermione looked up at him, he couldn't tell if she was buying the look or not. There was something in her eyes that he couldn't identify.

"Oh, right. Of course. I'm sorry Malfoy, er, well I've made quite an ass of myself now haven't I?" Hermione fumbled along.

Draco had never seen the brilliant witch at a loss for words and off her rhythm, and he had to admit that he quite enjoyed it. "Hardly. The only ass about you is the incredible one hiding beneath that coat." Hermione shot him a glare and he chuckled to himself. "Kidding of course. Now I must be going. Work and all. I can come by your place around seven? Are you flu connected?"

"Yes I am. I'll see you at seven."

"Bye Granger."

Hermione slipped out of the office and shut the door behind her. Draco stood there for a moment, staring at the door and wishing she would come back through it. As if the universe had heard him, the door opened again and...Weasley entered.

"Oh, Malfoy, what are you doing here? Any more information on those Death Eaters that have been eluding us?"

Draco stood there for a moment, disappointed. Then, suddenly, he was filled with an overwhelming sense of irritation towards Weasley. One that rivaled how he had felt about him in school.

"They're hiding off in a neighborhood in Muggle Liverpool. I'll get the information to you. Must go."

"Oi Malfoy are you alright?"

Malfoy turned back from the door to face Weasley. "You're just an idiot, that's all."

Ron began to protest but Draco had already walked out the door and back into the hallway. What has gotten into me, he wondered. But he was afraid he already knew the answer.