Women go crazy for a sharp dressed wizard
Apparently by mean, she meant to the person eating it. Draco watched in horror as she turned a toaster on its side so she could toast the bread with a slice of cheese on it. While that cooked, she opened a tin can of tomato soup, poured it in two bowls, and popped them into the microwave. Draco said nothing, as he was a gentleman, but made a mental note that he would be doing the cooking in the future.
As he picked at the food (if you could call it that), he made an attempt at small talk. “So how long have you been working for the ministry?”
“Oh ever since I left Hogwarts. I went back and finished out my schooling with Ginny, and then applied to the magical beasts department. I had hoped it would help me get closer to freeing elves, but I learned that would never be possible a long time ago. I was able to get some laws passed that stopped the blatant torture of elves, but after that I didn’t know what to do. I was placed in the research division to see if my ‘brain lived up to its publicity’. I suppose it did because they never removed me from the position.” She slurped some (maybe) soup.
Draco was impressed. “I had wanted to go back to Hogwarts, but I couldn’t go because of the house arrest. By the time I finished it I was almost 20. The ministry told me to go to muggle medical school, and at that age Hogwarts really isn’t an option anymore. So I went without complaint.” He took a bite of the “grilled cheese” and tried not to wince at the taste.
Hermione eyed him sadly. “I’m sorry the ministry was so hard on you. I know that everything you did was under duress.”
“They really weren’t that bad to me. They could’ve thrown me in Azkaban. I’ll take anything over that any day. Besides, now I’m a master of my craft. Apparently, I also get called on to do research with beautiful women now too.” He started chuckling, enjoying the face she made at him.
“So do you enjoy this? Making cures and creations beyond comprehension everyday?” He was genuinely curious.
She took a bite of her sandwich shaped food. “I think I do. I like being useful. I love to exercise my brain. I don’t like publicity though. I got enough of that being ‘the brightest witch of our age’. That’s why all of my findings are published under a pseudonym.”
“Oh that must be why I didn’t know that it was you who created the blood alternative.” He discretely spit a bite of the cheesy bread into his napkin. “What else have you created?”
“Well I told you about the elf laws. I’m pretty proud of those. Nibblers being used in mining are now illegal. I discovered another use for dragons’ blood. Oh! Thunderbird feathers can be used as wand cores. I thought that was interesting. I was working on a research study involving thestrals when the merperson disease started, so I picked it up because it seemed more important”. She lifted her bowl up to her both and finished the rest of the vaguely tomato flavored water.
Draco stared at her with amazement. “You’ve done all that, and no one knows it’s you?” He was floored. “You would be famous for just the dragon blood alone!”
“Exactly why I didn’t tell anyone. I was tired of seeing my name in the Prophet. Not to mention Witches Weekly. Every week it would be something more degrading. ‘The golden girl still shines, but her ring finger does not.’ Ugh, I still cringe thinking about it”.
He figured now was as good of a time as any. “So what happened with Weasley while we’re on that topic.” He could do nonchalantness in his sleep.
She sighed. “We split right as my career started taking off. I think he was expecting me to be a stay at home wife and mom. That’s all he knew growing up. That was never my plan though. Both of my parents worked, and I had too many ambitions. We were both unhappy so breaking it off was easy. It’s been long enough now that it’s not awkward when we bump into each other. He married Lavender 3 years ago. They have a son named Fred.”
“So what I’m hearing,” he said while dropping the rest of his so-called food into the bowl and covering it with a napkin, “is that you’re available”. He waggled his eyebrows at her.
She swatted his arm, but Draco noticed how red her face got. “You hush Malfoy! I brought you on this project to contribute brains, not to be a pretty thing to look at!”
“Oh so you think I’m pretty?” He said it innocently, like he wasn’t trying his hardest to be gorgeous.
“Oh Merlin. There’s no winning this is there? Don’t you have a wife that reigns you in now? I thought all pure bloods had to be in a marriage contract by 21 or it would be a massive scandal”.
It was his turn to roll his eyes. “Oh please, I have subscribed to those ideas for 13 years. That includes the marriage contract nonsense. The only thing that keeps me from dying my hair bright green and going full muggle is I still visit my mother twice a month. Speaking of, I have to go this weekend, so you’ll have to suffer my absence for 48 whole hours”.
She stared at him. “I believe that you’re different, but it’s still so weird to see your mouth make those words”.
Time to make my move, he thought. He leaned in closer so there was just a few inches in between their faces. “Well, what would you rather see my mouth do?”
Instead of blushing, this time her eyes darkened. She leaned in a little closer. “It’s not what I want your mouth to do, but your hands”.
Oh Merlin. “And what’s that Granger? Your wish is my command.” There’s no way it was that easy.
She got right up to his ear. “The dishes,” she purred. With that, she got up and walked out. Draco was sure she had more swing in her hips than she usually walked with. He couldn’t be totally sure though, because he was currently trying to convince his rock hard cock to turn it down a notch.