Dream

“There is an office meeting in 5 minutes, Hermy,” said Orpheus Mott, the head of the Potions department of the Ministry of Magic. Orpheus was a short and stocky wizard with thinning black hair. He was an oddball, but she had never been treated nicer by anyone. He was almost like a second father to her.
“Thanks, Orph. I’ll be there as soon as I can clean this mess up.”
“Well, you don’t need to be late. A representative member from the board of elders is being sent down to observe and aid us in breaking some of the especially bad potions we still haven’t cracked yet. It won’t look good to be late. And I think we can do without the music, don’t you?”
“I won’t be late and I will turn down the music. I promise. Cleaning up as we speak. Can you get me a cup of tea before the meeting? I am about to die of thirst.”
“Sure thing, Hermy.”

“Witches and Wizards,” began Orpheus. “I would like to introduce the Wizard who the elders have chosen to aid the department for a while. He was one of the top people chosen to take on this responsibility and he also has wonderful experience in Potions. I present, Draco Malfoy.”

The tea that Hermione was drinking fell to the floor with a deafening crash. This couldn’t be…not him, not today. This was just what she didn’t need, a distraction (and a sexy one at that).
She simply sat back and observed him as he was being introduced to the members of the staff. She could never get a good look at him while he was roaming the halls of the Ministry.
He looked just as she remembered him, but better, somehow. Especially up close. He had finally grown into his aristocratic features. His long form was well built from his years playing Quidditch both at school and in his leisure time.
He had let his hair grow out and finally got rid of that nasty gel he always used during school. With it flowing to his shoulders, he looked like some mythic god from a long lost civilization. And he still had those perfect hands.

Draco made his way down the line of odd witches and wizards who headed the department, promptly forgetting their names and the positions they held. Soon he found himself being introduced to the breakers themselves.
He wasn’t really paying attention to Orpheus until he heard him say a familiar name.
“And this is our best breaker in the entire department and the witch you will be aiding the most. Hermione Granger.”

He glanced up and was surprised to see the girl that had been haunting his dreams for years. She seemed like a different person from the thing that wandered around the halls. Seeing her up close, and without the dragonfly eggs, was a definite improvement.
Her hair seemed tamer when it was longer and left to its own devices. She had also filled out in all the right places, he noted with a hint of lust. Her full breasts strained against the thin wool of her sweater as if they were in competition as to which one would get out first.

He shook his head and tried to bring his thoughts back down to earth.
“Granger,” he said as he took her hand. “Malfoy,” she said with a hint of disgust. No surprises in her reaction, but he planned to change that. Seeing her made him want to know her better, which scared the shit out of him. But, she could never know about the weakness he had suddenly developed for her.
“Ah, good,” said Orpheus, “You have already met, so we can dispense with the formalities. Since the introductions are now out of the way, we can get down to business. You see, Hermione is working on our hardest potion. It’s an engorgement potion. One drop can render a person so huge, that they are unrecognizable.”
“I see” said Draco impassively. Hermione remained silent.
“She has gathered the ingredients and is ready to assemble the test batches, but she will need some help. Our department could aid, but we are up to our ears in Devil’s Dye potions. Apparently, some witch or wizard came up with a dye that will never come off, and some Muggles got into contact with it. We have them hidden in St. Mungos, but they can’t stay there forever. Hermione made up the counter potion last week and we are waiting for them to turn back to their original color. It only took three weeks for it to wear off the lab rats.”
“Orpheus, you are babbling. I can assemble the potion just as well by myself. I’m sorry Mr. Malfoy, but you will only be in my way.”
“The elders sent me to help, and help I shall. So don’t argue, next to you I was best in potions. Where are your work robes? I want to see what you have done so far.” He decided to make the best of this situation and possibly of his dream. He followed her to the changing rooms, all the while ogling her bottom.