Drabbles

Draco grumbled as he shuffled the papers at his desk for the umpteenth time that day. He’d filled out so many forms he was starting to see double of everything again. It didn’t help that it was supposed to be only an eight-hour day but he was currently working on hour thirteen.

It also didn’t help that he had to continually work with the swot of the century in his office. 

Counsellor Granger.

She was a force to be reckon with, that was for sure.

And Draco found he rather liked egging her on, more than he ever did in school.

There was just something about the way her eyes lit up with fire at every challenge he gave her.

Of course, it didn’t exactly help that he also rather enjoyed a few fantasies whenever he managed a glimpse of her lace bra down the front of her blouse.

Oh, how he wished he could lick up that valley…

Now though he was having to finish this god-awful paperwork for Robbards before he could go home to his rather sad flat. He had pointedly ignored the office gossip as the rest of the teams filed out to head to the pub together.

Just as Draco was about to leave, he noticed a light on in an office down the hall.

Counsellor Granger's office to be specific.

Maybe she had left a candle on? Maybe she was just working late?

Draco decided he was too curious for his own good and started down the hall, the click of his boots echoing on the black tiles.

He knocked twice on the door, hearing a soft “enter” before opening it.

And there she was. Draco felt himself grow uncomfortably hard at the sight. It was one thing to have to see her in her tight pencil skirt that hugged her arse perfectly In her soft, silky blouses that always showed just the right amount of cleavage, or her perfectly sculpted legs in sheer black stockings and her black pointed heels that were currently discarded somewhere. It was pure torture to see the vision as a whole, worse now that she was partially bent over the extra desk in her office. She was perked up on her toes as she reached across for some paper.

He thought fate was a cruel temptress right now and she was really testing him.

“Oh Malfoy, at least it’s just you,” she laughed a breath as she righted herself.

“That doesn’t feel reassuring, Granger.” he raised a brow at her.

“Oh! I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry. I was worried it was Harry or Ron or Ginny, honestly. They’ve been incessantly nagging me about this blind date they want to set me up on.”

She laughed at the idea and Draco fought back the urge to growl. He had to keep himself composed. Granger wasn’t his. She would never be his, she was too good for him. So what if she had a date with someone, who was he to get upset about it? He was nobody.

“Oh. you don’t sound too enthused at the idea?” he asked, trying to not sound hopeful at all.

“Oh, I’m certainly not,” she moved with such grace grabbing books and papers that she practically danced around her office. “I’ve been telling them no for weeks and even though they’re my friends they just can’t seem to take the hint.”

Draco bit the inside of his cheek at that. His friends had tried the same with him. But after just one very stern “hell no”, they thankfully dropped the subject. He thought that Granger’s friends would at least do the same for her. 

“Too busy for dates or just worried they’ll have some sop who will be awestruck at being on a date with Counsellor Granger?” He slightly smirked but cursed himself for giving such a compliment. 

It seemed Granger enjoyed it as she beamed at him for a moment. 

“Awestruck? You really think they would be?”

“I don’t see why not,” he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe finally relaxing, “even I’ll admit you’re a fearsome sight most days.”

And it was true. He’d watched Granger go to fight her cases with a bold voice and her words as weapons. Such fire in her eyes every time. He couldn’t help but feel proud of her for never backing down and fighting for her causes.

Fuck, he was uncomfortably hard again. At least in leaning against the doorframe, it was a little easier to hide it. Though that didn’t make it any less uncomfortable. He wondered how he could make an excuse to leave which caused him to miss Granger’s question.

“Sorry, what?”

“I said you look a little off, maybe you should head home? I don’t want you to feel obligated to keep me company if you’re feeling ill.”

The look of concern on her face made him feel terrible. He didn’t want her feeling bad for him. 

Oh gods, he was a poor sap who was crushing on Granger wasn’t he? It was one thing to simply want to shag her. It was another to actually care for her. But then again, she was a friend by this point, wasn’t she?

“No,” he cleared his throat,” no, I’m quite alright. My mind was somewhere else for a moment. I know it’s hard to believe it but I actually enjoy talking to you, Granger.”

Her smile made his stomach flip. 

Oh, fuck again…

“I enjoy talking to you too,” she turned back to the table and Draco resisted the urge to bite his fist. He settled on glaring at the ground for a moment. “I do wish things would’ve been different back at school. I think we would’ve been good friends. But it happens.” She turned back to him and his eyes shot up to hers. “You were a bit of a prat,” she smirked. 

His stomach flipped again.

He couldn’t help but smirk back and he swore he saw her blush, “And you were a bit of a swot. Still are but decidedly more tolerable.”

He wondered if maybe…maybe if he asked her to dinner, she might say yes? Could he take that chance?

Well, what better timing?

“Granger?”

She raised a brow, “yeah?”

He put his hands in his pockets and chastised himself for suddenly being nervous. But he somehow kept her gaze. “Do you think maybe you’d like to have dinner with me sometime? Or even lunch?”

She beamed at him again, “I’d really like that, Malfoy.”

He nodded and stood to leave, “it’s a date then, Granger.”