And You Said It Was Impossible

“Malfoy, damn it!”

“What!?”

“I’m still talking!”

“Brilliant – and?”

“You can’t get up in the middle of the meeting until I finish!”

“I already know what you’re going to say, Smith – we’ve been working on this together!”

“Yeah, and no matter how many times I tell you, you never pay attention!”

“I do pay attention!”

“You were going to leave!”

“But I haven’t left, yet!”

“Just, come back to your seat!”

“Why would I listen to you any - ”

“Now!”

Draco exhaled sharply in annoyance, frowning as he got back to his seat. He was in the middle of the meeting discussing the next Quiddich game and the protection they should put around the pitch, when he suddenly felt like leaving. This was all very boring. He had to stay here and listen to this crap all day long. He could be somewhere else, annoying other people, or better yet, annoying Samantha.

He remembered his plan and smirked evilly. Oh, she’s such an easy target, he thought, – lonely, left by the Boy-Who-Gets-On-My-Bloody-Nerves and completely defenseless against me.

He shifted in his seat and stared at Smith, trying to look like he was paying attention. He couldn’t wait to get out of here and see her – she wouldn’t know what had hit her.

“… so the Minister thought we should employ some of the Aurors, just in case – we don’t know what could happen during the game,” said Zachary, closing the folder that was in front of him.

“Davis, take this,” he said, preparing to give the folder to the young man in front of him, “and give it to Miss Samantha Johnson. She’s on the Auror’s level - first desk behind the corner.”

At the sound of Sam’s name, Draco got to his feet, finally turning his attention to Smith. “I’ll take that.”

“What? Malfoy, sit down and pretend you’re doing something!” snapped Zachary, rolling his eyes.

Draco wanted to answer him back, but chose a wiser move. He put his hands in his pockets and looked at Zachary seriously. “Well, I just though it would be good if I finally do something. You always say I’m, and I quote ‘incapable ass’, so let me prove you the otherwise.”

Zachary, clearly surprised just like everyone else by Draco’s behavior, nodded dumbly and gave him the folder.

Smirking, Draco took the folder from his hands and went to the door. Before he got out, he turned to everyone in there and nodded. “Thank you for your trust.”

He closed the door behind him and the last thing he heard, before he made his way toward the elevator, was Zachary’s shocked statement. “What the bloody hell was that?”

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It was a lunch break and Sam decided to go outside and get something to eat. She was working very hard all day, so all she wanted to do is get out of the Ministry for a moment and breathe in a little fresh air.

That situation with Harry really left her in a bad mood. Even though they broke up, she still had feelings towards him and it was clear as a day that only time can heal that. She remembered his reaction on Luna’s statement concerning Draco, and noticing the anger in his eyes, she may have thought that he still has feelings for her.

But, she was wrong. He proved that she was wrong by mentioning Ginny. “I don’t care what you do with your life, anymore. And I have my own... with Ginny” – that statement hurt her more than she’ll ever admit, and even though she knew that her life must go on, and that Harry and she are over, it was really hard.

Deciding not to think about that anymore and heading towards the Ministry, Sam finished the sandwich she bought and took a sip of her coffee.

Going through the Ministry, she started thinking about Draco and his behavior. She wanted to suppress that memory, but anything was better than thinking about Harry. Even though she thought that Malfoy is a jerk, Luna was right – he was very handsome. They did go to school together, but she never noticed him. Plus, he wasn’t that good looking, back in Hogwarts.

Suddenly, the event from the elevator came to her, and she couldn’t get rid of it. His hot breath on her lips, his silver-shining eyes never leaving hers, his smirk that was in every other situation an annoying little thing, and his husky whisper against her ear, “What’s wrong, Johnson? Am I making you uncomfortable?”

Going out of the elevator, she, too busy with her daydreaming, didn’t notice a wizard that was on her way. She hit him accidentally with her shoulder, which left her with a nice, big coffee stain on the white shirt she wore. “I am so sorry,” she said to the wizard, who only growled in response and went into the elevator.

Sam mumbled ‘Sorry’ again and went to her desk.

“I’m such an idiot,” she said to herself, completely forgetting that she was in fact a witch and could remove the stain with her wand.

“I agree.”

She snapped her head in the direction of the voice, which was very familiar, and groaned.

And there, in her little chair sat none other than Draco Malfoy, with his legs on the desk - her desk, crossed arms in front of him, and that annoying smirk plastered on his face.

“Malfoy?”

“Present.”

She couldn’t say anything from the shock, and tried very hard to gather her thoughts. What the bloody hell is he doing here? “What the bloody hell are you doing here!?”

“Well, since neither one of you perfect, little Aurors couldn’t come to Smith’s meeting regarding the next Quiddich game he decided to send his partner who would do the job for you.” He took the folder on her desk and opened it. “I came here to deliver this to you.”

“But, I thought that the meeting was supposed to be tomorrow?” asked Sam confused.

“Yes well, life is unpredictable, Johnson,” he replied, uncrossing his arms.

Sam narrowed her eyes, now annoyed beyond the reason. “Well, now that you gave me this, would you be kind and get the hell away from me,” she snapped, angrily. The day wasn’t even finished and she already felt like she's going to have a mental break-down.

He paid a little head to her remark as his gaze caught hold of something else, and he squinted to try and make out something. “How To Bewitch Your Wizard – Seven Ways To Steal His Heart,” he read sarcastically from the cover of one of her friend’s magazines, lips curling into a grin.

He snatched the magazine from her desk, avoiding her attempt to wrench it out of his grip by getting comfortable in her chair – again and flipping to the correct page. “Bloody hell, Malfoy -you can’t just take other people’s stuff!”

He snorted at this, while his smile grew with every word he read. “What, you mean this isn’t yours?”

“As a matter of fact, no!” Sam said, feeling strong enough to strangle him on the spot.

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Johnson,” he replied, putting the bloody magazine down. “I’m just having fun, is all.”

“Well, can’t you have fun in other place… like Azkaban?” she stated, staring at him angrily.

He smirked at her and knowing that she was upset and not wanting to cause more trouble (because he was such a nice bloke), he stood from her chair and went behind her desk, now facing Sam, who sat in her chair and glared at him.

“So, Johnson, I was wondering if - ”

“Look, Malfoy, I have a lot of work to do and a little time, so why don’t you do me a favor and leave,” she growled, feeling extremely frustrated.

“Leave?” he said, acting surprised. “But… why would I leave such a beautiful, sexy woman?”

Even though she knew that was a bunch of crap, she couldn’t help herself – she blushed visibly. Malfoy may be an idiot, but he sure as hell knew how to make a girl blush.

Sighing irritably, Sam glared at him, praying to Merlin he gets the message and leaves.

After a while, he smirked (will he stop with the smirking already – Sam though irritably) and shook his head slightly. “All right, Johnson. I’ll leave you alone. But…” he paused, putting his hands in his pockets, “we’ll see each other, soon. Oh, and nice stain you got there.” With that, he went behind the corner towards the elevator, leaving a confused and pissed-off Auror behind him.

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“I heard you and Malfoy got in the elevator,” Fred announced the instant his eyes met Sam’s, roguish grin on his lips. George immediately elbowed him in the ribs, saying through gritted teeth something that sounded like ‘I told you not to say anything!’.

Sam merely brushed the comment off, going into the elevator and standing next to the twins. “Hi, guys.”

“Samantha,” George greeted, shooting daggers at Fred, “you look wonderful.”

“Thanks George” she answered, feeling nervous. Did the whole bloody Ministry know about Malfoy and her?

“How have you been?” asked George, while Fred was smirking and looking at her strangely.

“I’m… fine,” she answered a little confused by Fred’s behavior. The elevator stopped in the Atrium and Sam and the twins went out. They went towards the fireplaces, stopping in front of the first one. “Well I should go… are you using the Floo, too?” she asked, zipping her bag and tucking her wand in her coat safely.

A wizard from her lever – an Auror, too, went past them and greeted Sam, who didn’t see him. She jumped a little and noticing Fred and George’s stare, smiled uncomfortably. “Um… I’m a little nervous - had a really awful day at work,” she explained lamely.

“Ah, snippiness,” Fred intoned gravely, leaning over to George with a rueful expression, “side-effect of snogging your enemy.”

Sam glared at Fred, praying to Merlin to give her the straight, so that she wouldn’t do something that could send her to Azkaban.

George chuckled, but noticing Sam’s glare, pretended that he was coughing.

“I wasn’t snogging Malfoy, Fred,” said Sam, through greeted teeth. “Nothing happened in the elevator.”

“That’s not what Harry had told us,” he said, but George hit him in the ribs again, causing Fred to turn around and glare at him.

“Harry? What did Harry tell you?” Sam asked, confused.

“Oh, nothing important, but I can tell you he was very pissed - ”

“Fred, you better shut up, or we’ll be hexed into the next century,” George interrupted him, grabbing him by his arm. “Let’s go… and Sam, um… just forget we ever told you this.” With that, they disappeared behind the first corner, leaving Sam utterly confused.

“No, guys, wait… what did you mean…” It was too late – they were already gone. Sighing in frustration, Sam grabbed a handful of Floo powder, and went into the fireplace, finally heading home.
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A/N: I want to thank all of you for reading my story and feel free to review it... Love you.