Boys Night, Girls Night

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Draco had decided to stop by Hermione’s office. He was leaving for the night and wanted to know how late she was going to be.

Bullshit. He couldn’t even lie to himself effectively.

All day he was thinking about her. It wasn’t like he hadn’t wondered what was under her layers of clothing. He was a man, after all. But somehow he had convinced himself that she was an average witch with average needs. Never in a hundred years did he think she had those types of clothes in her closet. Never in a thousand years did he think she would wear them in public. And never in a million years did he think it would rankle so much that she wore them out in public and he never got to see before.

The truth of the matter is that Hermione Granger had grown up, filled out, and had him in a slow burn all day with a head full of fantasies.

When he was down the hall from her new office- he saw her assistant walking towards him with every intention of leaving for the night. Maybe Granger had already left? After a brief conversation he found out that, no, she was still here in her last meeting with Krum. He thanked her and sent her on her way.

There was nothing in it. Just a meeting he made her set up to complete the job he gave her.

But there was something in it. Ex boyfriend. Longest relationship ended only months ago. Late meeting. Sending Julie home.

Those clothes. He propelled himself forward.

He would just listen outside the door. If it sounded official then he would leave and try to distract himself until he saw her later that night.

At first he heard nothing but voices. A scuff of a chair pushed out of the way. When he started questioning his sanity- he heard it. It was hardly louder than a foot step on a tile floor, but that whimper has his blood boiling and outrage flowing freely enough to wrench the door open.

The scene that awaited him made him freeze.

At first all he saw was Hermione. She was deliciously disheveled. Her clothes in disarray, blouse undone, and skirt hiked up. Her hair tumbling coming loose and wild, color high in her cheeks, lips red, eyes glassy. When she noticed him, there was a brief moment when their eyes locked. That look was pure lust. However- pure anger followed it.

He never saw anything so sexy before in his life.

Then Viktor ruined it by turning his head to see what the hold up was. He then remembered why he was so angry.
How dare he touch her.


Hermione could feel a full on fight starting to brew. She was literally moments away from a fantastic shag and now she might as well forget it. Frustrated she started putting her clothes right. Draco fucking Malfoy was going to have a lot to answer for.

“Malfoy, do you mind? We are a little busy right now.” Krum was supremely unconcerned. He hadn’t moved from his spot on the desk, didn’t try to mend his shirt or re-button his pants.

“I need to speak with Granger.” Came the reply. Hermione glanced up when she heard that tone. On the surface it was calm- but there was something underneath that made the hair on her neck stand up.

“Can’t it wait? We both have things we need to accomplish here tonight.” He stood up stretching to his full six foot frame.

Draco’s face darkened. The contempt and anger created an almost visible aura. He didn’t need to stretch- he already towered at six foot two. “I said- I need to talk to her.” Each word was clear and concise.

His expression was such that Krum didn’t retort. He kissed her on her forehead, gathered his things, and left.

There was a stalemate of sorts. She watched Draco staring at her, grappling with words. So, un-inclined to help him, she glared back watching each unconscious display of emotion that crossed his face. It was a treat of sorts. He kept his personal emotions under such strict control- his father’s influence no doubt.

There were three things she was sure of while staring at him.
One: He was very angry. Was it a misstep on her part, or another problem altogether?
Two: He seemed to be struggling with something. He had taken a few steps towards her before stopping abruptly.
And then there was little number three. While he tried to hide it- there was a flash of jealousy that couldn’t be ignored.
Curious.


During this, Draco felt like he was seeing Granger for the first time. This asexual being he classified in his head as Hermione Jane Granger was laughing at him. He was angry at both of them; Krum for making a move on her and Hermione being more than he knew. Then of course was the private embarrassment he felt at being so ignorant of her.

Subsequently – there was this need he felt; the need to take those minor steps and crush those already swollen lips to his. To show her that it was him that she really wanted. It was strong enough to already take a couple steps without giving his body the permission to do so. Envy was mixed in, along with jealousy, a surprise guest. Jealousy; after this morning, she picked Krum.

“You know wizard and muggle manners dictate you knock before you enter a room.” Came a pissed off voice breaking in his reverie.

Fine, he’d settle on anger.

“And the ministry rules dictate no fooling around in the office.” His voice came out harsher than he realized, and he saw her body stiffen.

“And since when are you a follower of rules? But since you obviously turned purist, then why stop at that one? Why not also observe the rule that you’re not suppose to enter until invited in?” She was settling into her battle mode. They hadn’t had a decent fight in months. There had been no need to.

“It’s common courtesy not to act like a tramp in public.” Draco snapped. The instant it left his mouth he wished he had kept it shut. He couldn’t understand why he was getting all worked up over this.

There was a pregnant pause until she realized what he said and that he wasn’t going to take it back. After it was clear that he wasn’t going to apologize, she said her words slowly and with such vehemence that he almost recoiled.

“Last I checked this isn’t a public place. Last I checked you’re neither my mother nor my guardian. The LAST time I checked, you’re the very last one to be able to lecture me on what classifies as whore behavior or proper courtesy.
SO don’t you dare barge into my office uninvited, interrupt my work and my personal life, and somehow figure you have the right to call me names you hypocritical bastard. Don’t throw mud that can stain your own clothing you PUREBLOOD ASSHOLE!” Her voice had risen with each sentence, the emotions in the room were able to be cut with a knife.

Draco was torn. On one hand he wanted to continue to rant about her, but common sense was also coming back into his head, and he truly didn’t want to drive a wedge between them.

“I’m sorry. I just- I don’t know what came over me.” His smile was small, voice stiff- but sincere. She realized that was as much of an olive branch she was going to get.

“Let’s just say you owe me one.” She was trying to buy time to resolve this problem. When she found it, she furthermore knew that it was going to come back and haunt her. She exhaled, packed up her briefcase and put on her trench coat.

“Ginny stopped by earlier.”

“Oh. Really? How is she?” Draco stood holding the door open.

“Something is up with her, but that is irrelevant. She asked me to relay a message.” She charmed it locked, and allowed him to take her bag for her.

“Playing Hermes, Hermione?” He asked with a mocking eyebrow.

“Calling Ginny a God, Malfoy? She’ll be happy.” She gave him a saucy wink.

“I must have misspoken. I meant Hermes, the guide to the underworld.”

She let out a chuckle. “I always thought I would wear devil horns well. Hannah said she would be at your place at 8.” She watched his face light up, then fall.

“But that would be kicking you out.”

“No- I have some things to set right with Krum. Just have her out by twelve, ok?”

He felt some anger about her finishing things with Krum, but then again who was he to judge when he had Hannah coming over? “Just like Spinderella.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “It’s Cinderella, Malfoy.”