Best of Fifteen

28 years old, armed with a fool-proof plan and a pack of meddlesome best friends, Hermione Granger is back in London and ready to find the spark she never had with Ron. What's definitely not part of the plan is Draco Malfoy, more changed than she ever could have imagined, in the office next door.  Hermione noticed, absentmindedly, that there was only one other light on in the department, in the office just next door to her own. She turned towards it, wondering who her neighbour was and why they were working so late. The answer to that question came in two parts– through the cracked doorway, an instantly recognizable gleam of white-blond hair, and on the door, a nameplate she hadn’t read that morning: Draco Malfoy, Litigator for the DMLE.   Hermione’s head snapped back up as though she’d been shocked. The movement must have drawn his attention, as through the crack, the man’s head turned and his eyes met hers.   Hermione had time for one thought (fuck), before abruptly averting her eyes and walking, at perhaps an unnecessarily quick pace, down the hallway and to the elevator.  *New chapters on Sundays*