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HP Draco - The Minister’s Desk

This was requested, here is the exact request “i love your writing :D can you do a harry potter imagine where you and draco are waiting for his dad to get out of a meeting but you both get bored so draco drags you into an empty office for a hot makeout session…rita skeeter walks in on you while snooping for stories. the next day, you and draco are frontpage news of the daily prophet. turns out you were making out in the minister of magic’s office…on his desk. haha sorry if this is awkward”
Thanks for your request and it makes me so happy that you like my imagines!  I hope you like this one!
Word Count: 908 words
Requests are open, all requests are appreciated!  I am in multiple fandoms.

You are standing in the hallway, leaning back against the wall with Draco’s hand entwined in yours. “How long is your Dad going to be?” You whine as you slide your back down the wall until you are sitting on the cold, stone floor. Draco sighs as he sinks down onto the floor beside you. “I really have no idea, he didn’t say.”  You humph, drilling your nails against the stone as you let your mind wander.  Sadly it doesn’t wander very far and you are left with your thoughts going round in circles, mainly centering around the ‘I’m bored’ thought that seems to be dominating over everything else running through your mind.  

You tip your head back, bored out of your mind but actually end up thumping it against the wall. “Ow!” You rub at the back of your head before Draco gently turns you to see it for himself. “It looks fine.” He informs you before pecking it lightly. The two of you sit for another moment in silence before Draco interrupts it. “I’m bored.” You nod your head, agreeing with him before Draco turns to you. “So what do you want to do?” You furrow your eyebrows. There doesn’t seem to be much you can do.  “I don’t know.”  You loose a sigh as you twiddle your thumbs, just to occupy them.  “There isn’t really much here to do, except talk.  We seem to have run that option pretty dry though.  I can’t think of anything else to talk about.  Except how bored I am, how I wish your Dad would hurry up and how this horrible floor is hurting my but.”  Draco’s mouth quirks up in a half smile.  “Do you have everything you need for Hogwarts?”
”We’ve had this conversation six times already Draco.  Yes.  Now, let’s think for a minute.  Surely we must be able to think of something else to do rather than sit here and complain about our boredum.”  You turn your head to face his and  Draco meets your gaze, frown lines creasing his forehead as he thinks before his eyes light up. “How about this.” He leans forward and touches his lips to yours. It takes you a few moments to pull away regretfully. “We can’t do this here Draco.” He smirks and pulls you to your feet, opening the door to the nearest office which is thankfully empty and drags you inside.

“Draco, what if they come back?” Draco simply smirks again as he shrugs and attacks your lips again. One of your hands reaches up to his neck, twining in his golden locks while the other rests on his shoulder. His hands are wandering everywhere, exploring every inch. He pushes you backwards so you stumble and your back hits the desk. He lifts you up and you perch on the desk, shuffling papers backwards and one pile collapses onto the floor. He brings your legs up to wrap around his waist as he kisses you fervently. One of his hands tangles in your hair while the other continues roaming. He bites your bottom lip, gently tugging and enticing a low moan from you which almost out the clicking of a camera. The two of you spring apart and spin to find Reeta Skeeter standing gleefully snapping photos and narrating the story to her magical pen. “Reeta.” Draco’s voice is warning and Reeta grind. “Yes?” “Don’t you dare publish this.” She laughs, her cackle grating on your ears. “I don’t think so Draco. I happen to think he pair of you ‘making out’ on the ministers of magics desk deserves the front page. “I’ll pay you.” Reeta shakes her head, sneering. “I don’t care about your money. I’ve got a front page story.” She turns on her heel an marches from the room leaving you and Draco to wait anxiously for tomorrow’s paper.


“The paper will have arrived by now. If it hasn’t, he will know about it.” You nod your head. Draco doesn’t seem nearly as bothered about it as you, or as bothered about it as he should be. “I suppose it’s better sooner rather than later.” Draco nods, grasping your hand as you enter the hallway, descend the stairs and brace yourselves for the explosion. “What is this?!” Lucius Malfoy seethes as he clutches the paper in a pale fist. Draco casually walks past him to butter a piece of toast before shrugging and explaining through a mouthful. “It’s us.” He gestures to you and while you blush beetroot he simply grins at you. “On the front page! And on the Minister’s desk!” Draco laughs aloud as he take the paper from his father and reads the first few lines. “Rebellious teenagers decide to get back at Minister of Magic for the laws against magic for underage wizards and witches by enjoying a passionate make out session on his desk. It seems this would indeed have continue and gone on further had Reeta Skeeter not interrupted.” Draco quotes from the paper, laughing as he does so. Unfortunately his Father doesn’t find it quite so amusing. “This is not how it happened. We were bored, we didn’t even know it was his office. But hey, it could have been worse, we could have ‘gone further’ and Reeta could have walked in on us then. Although,” Draco pauses. “I’m sure the world would thank Reeta for a naked picture of me. I certainly would.”
U.S. 'excessive force' comment touches nerve in Israel.  The world knows Israel is a serial killer and Palestinian territory their kill zone.  They try to hide behind grainy video with a US Jewish owned media narrative of what is occurring.  But nobody is fooled.  Why, where, they can go, and live in peace--is closing down globally.
Israel bristled on Thursday at U.S. suggestions it may have used excessive force to confront Palestinian stabbings, and also published hospital images it said refuted Palestinian President Mahmoud Abbas's allegation a teen suspect had been "executed".

Netanyahu is satan. 

If I was in my house (land) and someone came in to take it over (Palestine), me fighting back WOULD BE DEFENSE.  The world knows what Israel has done, is doing, is wrong and they don’t have to accept it or Jews.  Why most globally are saying–not in my neighborhood.  Has nothing to do with their history BUT ALL TO DO WITH CHARACTER.

If you steal one man’s property, you will steal all men’s property.  No other nation is giving them a inch to become majority in their nation or have a voice, platform or footing.  Called self-preservation.

Isreal, you don’t get to tell us what we are seeing.  And, ALWAYS A VICTIM, is a mental disorder.

one of my favorite things about facebook is that it has successfully recreated the state of the internet circa 1995, when there were two distinct classes of internet users: those on AOL, and everyone else.  those on AOL (now Facebook) believed firmly that AOL “was the internet” and used the terms interchangeably. everyone else was exasperated by this, but also grateful that grammy and pep-pep couldn’t escape the confines of AOL News frontpage, AIM, AOL chatrooms, and the spam-infested email servers.

so many of my acquaintances over the age of about 35, give or take, even people I have known for years and in some cases was, or am, relatively close to, regularly ask me “what i;m doing” and “where i am” because it is inconceivable that anyone see internet that isnt curated by the Facebook entity.  that even storied, experienced tech industry people have been suckered into occupying a walled garden with everyone’s racist uncles is an astonishing thing to contemplate in this year of our lord 2014AD.