Since I discovered there's a severe lack of satisfying (geddit) Dramione lemon on the Internet, I decided to write my own.
State the obvious: The characters are not mine and in light of a certain person turning out to be transphobic we don't know wh...
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"Do you have a prior appointment, Mr...?"
Draco directed the full force of his charmingly arrogant smirk at the unfortunate female on the other side of the glass partition.
"Malfoy." He said easily, "And I do not, in fact, have an appointment."
She gulped. "Then I'm afraid I cannot inform the Minister of your arrival, sir."
He nodded. "I am well aware of that. All I wish to know is which chamber I might find her in."
"But..."
Draco picked up the thread smoothly, "But I assure you it is upon a matter of utmost importance that I must see the Minister at once. I'm sure you could make an exception."
The young witch only nodded, apparently having been rendered speechless by the specimen of male beauty in front of her. Then, as if giving herself a mental shake, she abruptly began directing him towards the Minister's office.
Draco nodded graciously, cutting her off mid-sentence. "I happen to know the way. Thank you for your cooperation. You've been very helpful."
He turned on his heel, strode over to the nearest fireplace to grab a handful of Floo powder and disappeared in a puff of green smoke, leaving the girl with her jaw on the floor.
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"I assure you, Mrs. Smithfield, there has been no breakout at Azkaban. You may double the number of aurors if you wish, but we cannot allow any more dementors. I forbid it!"
"Forgive me for barging in on you like this," came a smooth voice from the door. "But I have a matter of utmost importance to be discussed with the Minister."
Several faces looked up from a large animated hologram of the wizard prison.
One of them narrowed her eyes. "Malfoy."
"Granger," Draco returned the greeting, courteously inclining his head.
Hermione sighed. Of course he was here, despite being rejected twice, looking dapper in a business suit and briefcase in hand. What else had she expected?
Draco, on the other hand, was having similar thoughts - except they happened to be of a more explicit nature. He had to admit, she did look rather attractive in formal wear. That suit jacket hugged her curves just right, complimenting the white formal shirt underneath with the top two buttons carefully undone. The modest half-skirt left just enough to the imagination. Her hair was pinned back in a strict bun. Draco could imagine how it would look, wild and loose and splayed across her shoulders as they made mad, passionate...
He was mildly grateful when one of the ladies interrupted his thought process before it could drag his brain completely into the gutter. He quietly filed her away as the woman Granger had addressed as Mrs. Smithfield, just as she began to speak.
