Draco was awoken the next morning by a tapping noise.
He groaned, and squinted his eyes in the direction of the sound to see an owl rapping at his window. As he moved towards it, he put a hand over his head, a throbbing hangover already beginning to form.
He knew it was a ministry owl, specifically hers, by the prissy look the thing gave him as he opened the window, and perched on the sill.
"By all means, come in," he said through gritted teeth, and took the letter.
The owl exited back out of the window without another glance.
His lip curled at the envelope, but he opened it immediately, tearing through the ministry seal, and finding her handwriting under the stamped letterhead:
Mr. Malfoy,
This letter is to inform you that after inspection, your household(s) have been deemed appropriate for the continued employment of the following:
-Risly the Elf
-Ceely the Elf
Thank you for your continued cooperation during this time of transition as we work together towards better welfare for free and employed elves.
You may expect an owl in three months time to discuss your next appointment.
Regards,
Hermione Granger
Coordinator of Elfish Welfare
He stared at her name for some time, before eventually pursing his lips, and flinging the letter on his kitchen counter.
It disappeared eventually, Risly, he, assumed, having stowed it away, or discarded it
~*~
Several weeks later he received another owl from her secretary, inquiring about times he and the elves would be available.
They settled on August 1st.
~*~
If he was honest, he had thought about the... encounter many times in the last three months, especially late at night. Draco had become quite the recluse in his adulthood, so he chalked the rather concerning day dreams he had begun having about the bushy haired heroine up to loneliness.
Hate sex. He had told himself. That's what that was. One of those things that happens when you are drunk, and traumatized, and bold, and...
He shook the thought out of his head as he entered the lift at the Ministry of Magic, elves in tow.
Ceely held Risly close, who was rather trembly again. Draco didn't have many people over to his flat, so Risly felt rather nervous to be around so many witches and wizards today.
"Mr. Malfoy is taking Risly and Ceely to see Miss Granger," Ceely had cooed in Risly's ear, calming her slightly.
Draco was feeling nervous himself, but for other reasons entirely as they exited the lift and followed the signs to the O. E. W. office. He might have attempted to avoid it all together if his mother was in any state to attend, but alas, duty and all that rot.
The signs led them to a door embossed with gold letters that read:
Office of Elfish Welfare
And in slightly smaller font under that:
Hermione Granger, Coordinator of Elfish Welfare.
On the other side of the door was a secretary desk, and— Salazar Slytherin's bloody taint— if it wasn't the Weasley girl perched on it.
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Shots in the Dark - Dramione
Fanfic"We have to stop doing this Draco, it's not healthy. It has been almost 8 years since the battle of Hogwarts, and Draco Malfoy would like nothing more than to disappear... but he has a sick mother to care for, an estate to manage, and an appointment...
