And You Said It Was Impossible

Draco Malfoy was not in a good mood.

And when Draco Malfoy isn’t in a good mood, nobody should be in a good mood. There are several reasons that, in his opinion, completely justify his behavior. First: he had to get up early. Second: he had to go to work – and that always makes him grumpy. Why should he work? Merlin knows he has enough money, right? Why should he be like a normal person, when he could be making fun of them? Mother mentioned something about… was it responsibility? Honestly! She can be so silly sometimes. What does Draco Malfoy know about responsibility? Well, nothing – that is the problem. So, she decided to give him his heritance, but there was only one problem - he had to take care of himself for three years, before that happens.

And there he was, getting at 6 o’clock in the bloody morning to go to the Ministry of Magic. He managed to survive the first two years, and had only a couple of months until the slavery was over. He can make it. Right? He rubbed his eyes, and ran a hand through his blond locks. Getting up from the bed, he took his wand and summoned his work clothes. Slowly coming to the shower, he so desperately needed, he took off his boxers and hopped in. The water was great, and woke him up completely.

After the shower he put on his clothes and looked himself in the mirror. There he was, a handsome twenty-year-old with his aristocratic features and silver-shining eyes. He smirked at himself and, putting his wand in the back pocket of the black trousers he wore, Apparated to the Ministry.

He worked at the Department of Magical Games and Sports… or something. Whatever – he knew it was about Quiddich. His job was to make sure that all Antimuggle spells work as they should when there is a big Quiddich match going on.

Anyway, as he was walking towards the elevator he saw the third reason that made his mood ever worse than it was. Samantha fucking Johnson. Whenever he sees her a scowl meets his face. The girl was annoying beyond the reasons and, one time, she even had the audacity to talk back to him! The nerve of her! She was a nice looking girl. Her dark hair fell over her shoulders and her green eyes could really captivate a person. But not Draco Malfoy! Never him!

He went into the elevator and hoped that she wouldn’t do the same thing. He would have to say something just to get her going – oh, annoyed people are so funny. She was a smart witch – a Gryffindor, for gods sake, and Merlin knows they love to fight. It’s really not his fault. How can he just be quiet? That’s impossible. Before the elevator door closed she managed to slip in and not even bothering to say hello, turned her back to him and pressed the button.

There was a long silence and not a very comfortable one. Being as he is, Draco had to start a conversation. What? He was a very communicative person.

“Johnson,” He said, smirking.

Samantha turned her head and looked at him confused.

“Malfoy,” She replied, with a nod.

“Where is your boyfriend? The-Boy-Who-Lived?” He asked, already prepared for her reaction.

“Ex boyfriend. And why do you care? Leave me alone.” She answered, icily.

He smirked at the bite in her voice, and decided that this would be a very interesting conversation.

“Oh, not very friendly, are we?”

“What do you want, Malfoy? Do you need something?” She asked, sighing.

“No, no… just curious. I mean it’s not every day a person gets dumped by the Hero of the Magical world, right? I was just wondering what the feeling was.” He said, crossing his arms and locking his cold, silver eyes with her burning, green ones.

Calm down, calm down, calm down, she repeated over and over to herself.

Seeing that she’s wasn’t saying anything, he continued talking and smirking evilly. “I mean, you two were together for so long, and now he left you for a Weasley… what a shame, Johnson.” He said, scanning her body with cold, grey eyes and nodding approvingly.

Samantha kept looking at him, trying very hard not to snap. She knew his game, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to let this idiot get to her – she was better than that. On the other hand Draco was pissed off. Why didn’t she say something? She should be the one getting pissed off, not me, damn it, he thought!

He got closer and moved his face inches from hers. Their eyes locked, and for a moment he could notice the pain in the pools of green, but that disappeared as quickly as it came.

“You think it’s a real love? You know, people say they loved each other even back in Hogwarts. Why was he with you then? Pity? I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the catch, really. He probably pitied you and - ”

A loud crack filled the air between them when her palm connected with his cheek, and then there was silence. She kept looking at him, while he rubbed a sore spot with his hand. The slap surprised him, really, but that didn’t stop him from smirking. He knew she was upset, and it felt good to know that someone else’s life is as shitty as his is.

As the elevator door opened Samantha lifted her chin proudly, and with a false smile said, “Have a nice day, Mr. Malfoy.”

With that she left the elevator, and turned to the first corner.

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Samantha couldn’t stop crying. What’s wrong with her? She knew Harry would be with Ginny, for gods sake, everybody knew that. And she doesn’t need Malfoy’s opinion, really. So, what’s bothering her? The truth? Because, she, too thought that Harry was with her because he pitied her – she just didn’t want to admit that. Wiping her eyes with a tissue, she left the bathroom and set at her table.

Hours were passing and she never left her desk. She just wanted to forget everything, so she turned her attention to work.

“Hey, Sam.”

The voice made her freeze. Of course it was him. Why would it be someone else? Life was definitely not on her side – that was proved after that little meeting with Malfoy. Why the hell did Harry come here? Of course – how could she forget that he was an Auror, too? Plus, she couldn’t run from him forever. Oh, that would be great.

“Hi, Harry,” She said, a bit nervously.

“So… um… how have you been?” He asked casually, but the guilt was evident in his voice.

“Ok, I guess. You?” She said, trying not to look very interested.

“I’m great, really. Came here to take some file I’ve been working on. It’s very exhausting.”

“Mhm… listen Harry, I would like to stay here and chat, but - ”

“Harry, there you are.” She was interrupted by none other than Ginny Weasley. Sam got even more nervous and, trying very hard not to glare at Ginny, smiled at Harry.

“Sorry, Harry, but I have to go. I’ll see you later.” With that she left her desk and went towards the elevator. As the door was closing she could see Ginny’s satisfactory smile. Stupid cow. They deserve each other, she thought angrily.

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“Yeah, well, it’s not my fault you’re not capable to do your work! I did everything I could!” Draco yelled angrily at his partner, and grabbing his coat, left the room.

“Would you stop with the yelling already? Spoiled little brat!” Shouted Zachary Smith. “And close the damn door!”

Stupid idiot! I’m working with idiots! Oh, just be patient, and everything will be alright. Soon, I’ll have my money and I’m going to laugh in his face. I’m going to laugh in everyone’s faces! – he though, while heading towards the elevator. A lot of people were in there and he could barely get in, but that didn’t stop him from doing what he wanted. If he wanted to go into the damn elevator, he would do it!

As the levels changed, so did the number of people who were occupying the small space. In the end there was only him – or so he thought.

“What’s wrong, Malfoy?” Asked Sam from behind. “Did someone make you angry? Oh, you poor guy, it must be really hard having a mansion and a job you would be doing for only a couple of months.” She mocked him, ready for a fight. She had to get this anger out.

“No one asked for your opinion, Sarcasmo,” He spat, crossing his arms.

Sam narrowed her eyes, and moved, standing right beside him. “Oh, not in the mood, are we?” She drawled, smirking. Two can play that who-can-annoy-who-better game.

Draco slowly turned to her, narrowing his eyes and coming dangerously close to her. “Why don’t you go and cry for Potter, hm?”

The second slap wasn’t successful, because as soon as her hand went to his cheek he caught it and, with strength of a person that regularly plays Quiddich, pushed her to the wall. “Do not do that ever again!” He said, while his voice was shaking with anger.

For a moment she thought about that, but her stubbornness finally won. Who the hell does he think he is? – she thought.

“Or what?”

Draco got so close that she could feel his breath on her lips. Their eyes were locked for eternity, it seemed, and the way he was looking at her made her feel warm. She relaxed a little, and trying to move her head from the buttons behind, accidentally touched his nose with hers. Noticing a change in her behavior, Draco slowly moved his lips to her ear and whispered huskily, “What’s wrong, Johnson? Am I making you uncomfortable?” With that he slowly licked her earlobe and noticing her shudder, smirked evilly.

Before there was a chance of something else happening, the elevator door opened and she managed to slip from his grip and get out of there. She didn’t know on which level she was, and she really didn’t care. All she wanted was to get as far as away from him.

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