Draco Malfoy was fidgeting. As comfortable as his chair was, he was uneasy as he tapped staccato beats against the huge, black desk with his fingers. The Ministry had given him an important job - and that was to catch Fenrir Greyback, who had, embarrassingly enough, escaped from Azkaban. Shacklebolt had given him permission to bring an assistant into the complicated job, but so far, he hadn’t found anyone capable of working with him. It pissed him off. Honestly, how hard could it be?
Growling, he grabbed his quill - for the ninth time since the last interviewee left - when he heard a faint, almost unsure knock against the door. He frowned slightly and glanced at the clock. What the hell was someone doing here so late? If memory served him right, he was the only one who stayed in the office this time of the night. With a resigned sigh, he told whoever was outside the door to come in, and froze. Shock clouded his now stormy grey eyes when a familiar witch with bushy hair stepped into his office.
Hermione Granger had.. changed. For the better, he admits begrudgingly. Her wild curls was tamed, her teeth was a bit smaller than they were in their school days, and the clothes she had put on for the day hugged the curve of her hips and the soft swell of her breasts. He locked eyes with her, and tilted his head against the palm of his hand.
“Granger. What a pleasure,” he said, rich sarcasm tainting his tone. Her appearance might have changed, but he knew her personality hadn’t.
"Shove it, Malfoy," she spat, stepping in to his office and closing the door with too much force than was necessary. Draco clicked her tongue at her, smirking when he saw the familiar flash of anger in her amber-coloured eyes. "I’m here for professional reasons," she explained as she took a seat opposite of him.
"Such a shame. I hoped you had come to see me for … social reasons,” he replied, still with the infamous smirk tugging at his lips. It had been ten years since they had graduated, and he still enjoyed getting the know-it-all fired up. There was a certain satisfaction in knowing that he had always been able to cause that reaction in her.