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After-hours

Without
lifting her gaze from the leather folders she was carrying, Hermione hurried
into the elevator and distractedly slammed her palm against the button of the
ground floor.

“Staying
after-hours again, Granger?”

Hermione
flinched at the voice that had spoken over the metallic rattling noise of the
golden grilles sliding shut and cast a glance over her shoulder at the man leaning
against the far wall. She bowed her head in reluctant greeting.

“I’ve
got… paperwork,” she muttered, turning away and trying to ignore the heat
creeping up her neck.

“Sure.
Paperwork…” hummed Malfoy, drawing out the last word in an almost indecent
purr. “What about taking this paperwork somewhere else?”

Hermione’s
gaze flickered to the golden grilles; they were nearing the Atrium. Malfoy’s
office was the closest but they would still have to go back down a few levels.

“I was actually
going to suggest my place,” sounded his voice again as though he had guessed
her thoughts.

Hermione
turned around, a crease appearing between her eyebrows.

“Malfoy…”
she started.

“Yes,
Granger, I know…” sighed Malfoy, rolling his eyes. “As soon as we take it
home it becomes personal. After six months of your repeating it every other
night, I get it. What I don’t get is what would be so terrible about it?”

Hermione
stood still, taken aback, as the elevator screeched to a halt.

“I don’t- I don’t know…”

“Right,”
cut her off Malfoy, his face suddenly shutting, although she glimpsed a flicker
of bitterness in his gaze. “After you…” he said coolly, waiting for her to exit
the elevator.

Hermione
didn’t move.

“I was
going to say I don’t know your address,” she said quietly, stepping out into
the half-deserted Atrium.

Next
moment, she felt a hand settle in the small of her back, firmly steering her to
the row of fireplaces.

“Well, that
can be easily fixed,” whispered Malfoy’s voice into her ear.