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The New Minister
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
15,185
Reviews:
66
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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A/N: Thank you all so much for the positive feedback--magaritama, Jessie, bLondeperogi, revampedfallenangel, paigeey07, kazfeist, Jullsy, pheobejs, and of course smurphy. Onto the next chapter, :).
Chapter 2
In the two weeks that followed my visit to Malfoy’s cupboard, I received a memo from him nearly every day with another idea. Unfortunately, he seemed to be rooting around for anything and most of them were pure shite.
But the one that he sent today, that just had to take the cake. I groaned out loud when I read it and immediately got up to walk down to his cupboard. I knocked rapidly on the door and without even waiting for an answer, walked in. ‘Are you kidding, Malfoy? A House-Elf Union?’ I asked.
He looked up at me in surprise. ‘I thought it was a good idea.’
‘Malfoy, the House-Elves just started getting paid, do you think that they could handle having a union so that they were paid a proper wage? They would go ballistic. You have to ease them into these kinds of things. They would never go for a union.’
He slammed his head against his desk. ‘I can’t think of anything else, Granger,’ he said. ‘I’ve been thinking and thinking, but there’s just nothing there.’
‘Think of something,’ I said simply. I rooted around in my mind for some idea to give him an idea. ‘I have an idea,’ I said happily after a moment. ‘Think of your favourite magical creature, your absolute favourite, and then think of something that would better them.’
He stared into space for a few moments. ‘Okay, Granger. Give me a couple days.’
‘Okay. Make it good this time,’ I warned.
‘It will be, Granger, trust me.’
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
It was almost two weeks later until the day when my secretary buzzed me on the intercom and said the words that I had been waiting for, ‘Miss Granger? Mr Malfoy is out here and he would like to talk to you. I told him that you were busy, but he insists.’
‘Send him in,’ I said, probably more excitably than I should have.
The door opened a moment later and he strolled in. He slammed a thick folder down onto my desk. ‘It’s my baby, Granger. Please don’t blow this one off.’
I grabbed it and stood up. ‘I’ll have a look at it, Mr Malfoy,’ I said formally.
He smirked, and I was happy to see him—if not happy—at least in some semblance of himself, rather than being cooped up and miserable in that tiny broom cupboard looking like he needed some major sunshine and probably a good shag. He walked up close to me and I realised then how tall he really was…much taller than myself. ‘Thanks, Granger. It really means a lot.’ Then he bent down the needed six inches and kissed me.
It was quick and chaste, and he pulled away and walked away from me so quickly that I wasn't even sure if he had done it or if it was just my over-active imagination. But as the door closed behind him, I could feel my heart pounding, my chest moving much too fast, and my lips tingling with his taste. I licked my lips.
Definitely in need of a good shag.
Was I talking about him…or myself?
Chapter 2
In the two weeks that followed my visit to Malfoy’s cupboard, I received a memo from him nearly every day with another idea. Unfortunately, he seemed to be rooting around for anything and most of them were pure shite.
But the one that he sent today, that just had to take the cake. I groaned out loud when I read it and immediately got up to walk down to his cupboard. I knocked rapidly on the door and without even waiting for an answer, walked in. ‘Are you kidding, Malfoy? A House-Elf Union?’ I asked.
He looked up at me in surprise. ‘I thought it was a good idea.’
‘Malfoy, the House-Elves just started getting paid, do you think that they could handle having a union so that they were paid a proper wage? They would go ballistic. You have to ease them into these kinds of things. They would never go for a union.’
He slammed his head against his desk. ‘I can’t think of anything else, Granger,’ he said. ‘I’ve been thinking and thinking, but there’s just nothing there.’
‘Think of something,’ I said simply. I rooted around in my mind for some idea to give him an idea. ‘I have an idea,’ I said happily after a moment. ‘Think of your favourite magical creature, your absolute favourite, and then think of something that would better them.’
He stared into space for a few moments. ‘Okay, Granger. Give me a couple days.’
‘Okay. Make it good this time,’ I warned.
‘It will be, Granger, trust me.’
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
It was almost two weeks later until the day when my secretary buzzed me on the intercom and said the words that I had been waiting for, ‘Miss Granger? Mr Malfoy is out here and he would like to talk to you. I told him that you were busy, but he insists.’
‘Send him in,’ I said, probably more excitably than I should have.
The door opened a moment later and he strolled in. He slammed a thick folder down onto my desk. ‘It’s my baby, Granger. Please don’t blow this one off.’
I grabbed it and stood up. ‘I’ll have a look at it, Mr Malfoy,’ I said formally.
He smirked, and I was happy to see him—if not happy—at least in some semblance of himself, rather than being cooped up and miserable in that tiny broom cupboard looking like he needed some major sunshine and probably a good shag. He walked up close to me and I realised then how tall he really was…much taller than myself. ‘Thanks, Granger. It really means a lot.’ Then he bent down the needed six inches and kissed me.
It was quick and chaste, and he pulled away and walked away from me so quickly that I wasn't even sure if he had done it or if it was just my over-active imagination. But as the door closed behind him, I could feel my heart pounding, my chest moving much too fast, and my lips tingling with his taste. I licked my lips.
Definitely in need of a good shag.
Was I talking about him…or myself?