For the drabble, if you're still doing them: 113. “Is there a special reason, as to why you’re wearing my shirt?” Bc I live for H wearing D's shirts. Thank you! <3
Sorry for waiting so long with my next drabble, I had a chapter for my WIP that wanted to be written first… However, I do hope you enjoy it! :-)
It’s supposed to be a sequel of sorts for the drabble based on the Fury quote…
Your coffee, Minister
She was running late. The Minister never ran late, for Merlin’s sake!
“Morning, Minister,” her secretary, some young ambitious wizard called Jeffries, greeted her, and even made a point of standing up.
“I told you before that you don’t need to get up every time I pass you, Jeffries,” she replied, barely holding back from rolling her eyes. He was otherwise an efficient worker, getting the things done she asked him to, and who respected her privacy. If only she could teach him to stop being so irritatingly adamant about proper greeting etiquette… “And good morning to you, too.”
“I’ve put everything on your desk that demand your attention today, Minister,” Jeffries said in his professional voice and sat back down to work on the next file from his pile. “And you have a–”
Hermione didn’t hear the rest of his sentence, as she closed the door behind her, enjoying the moment of silence in her office to take a breath. Damn Malfoy, she didn’t even have the time to get herself a decent coffee before starting another long day trying to get anything moved in this place. Damn him for keeping her awake most of the night with his teasing hands and his wicked tongue. It was only supposed to be a date after that annoying council meeting with maybe some snogging! Maybe damn herself for being so weak?
She opened the door again and pushed her head out. “Jeffries, get me a coffee—a good one!—then join me in the office to see through today’s schedule.”
A short while later, the door was opened again, but it wasn’t Jeffries entering. “Your coffee, Minister.”
Hearing the familiar amused drawl, she perked up, only to see Draco standing in front of her desk, a cup of coffee in each hand. Her initially shocked expression quickly turned into a warm smile, and she leaned back.
“Good thing I know your coffee preference,” he said, handing the cup in his right hand to her. He smirked when she grabbed it eagerly.
“However, I have come with a question, and your secretary was nice enough to let me in… I think he was glad not having to go get your coffee.”
She nodded, relishing the perfectly brewed coffee that finally graced her tongue.
“It’s just, was there any special reason as to why you put on my shirt this morning? I mean it certainly looks good on you–”
“Wait, what?” She almost let her cup fall. As soon as she had it safely back in her hands, she looked down. Damn him! It was his shirt! She did fight with the buttons this morning for a moment, but never quite realised it in her hurry to leave for work. Instead of checking the shirt, she had just used her wand to close the buttons magically…
His grin broadened when she started blushing deeply. “As I said, looks good on you…”
“I-I was late, thanks to you!”
“Glad to be the reason for it; we could definitely repeat those in-depth discussions about council matters.”
She raised her eyebrow at his words. A repeat of last night? A small delightful shiver ran down her spine as the memories of the night flashed through her mind, and her lips curled up in a suggestive smile. “Friday. Your treat.”
“Whatever the Minister requests,” he replied with such a seductive tone to his voice that she felt her insides melt a little. “Wear that shirt, and I’ll be all yours,” he added and got up to leave her to her work.
“We’ll see.” Oh, Friday couldn’t come fast enough!