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Hermione Granger
Today 20:08
Draco Malfoy:
Granger, you left your scarf in the Space Chamber. Shall I keep it safe for you?
Hermione Granger:
Oh! Yes, thank you!
Hermione Granger:
Sorry for the inconvenience.
Draco Malfoy:
You could never inconvenience me, for I am your humble servant. I exist merely to live at your beck and call; I await your orders and aim to please, always.
Hermione Granger:
Are you getting persnickety with me?
Draco Malfoy:
I would never dare. I’m delighted to assist the great and powerful Granger herself when the opportunity presents itself. I’m yours to command
Draco Malfoy:
Seriously though. On a normal day you’re the one giving me invaluable suggestions and help. I’m not being sarcastic… any small thing I can do for you is a drop in the bucket.
Hermione Granger:
WHAT! You’re making me blush!
Hermione Granger:
It’s just my job… I consult for all the rooms. I try my best to help!
Draco Malfoy:
And here I thought I was special… how mortifying
Hermione Granger:
Well… Alright, just between you and me. You’re my favorite room to visit
Draco Malfoy:
Oh?
Hermione Granger:
I love the view
Draco Malfoy:
Dare I dream that you’re referring to me?
Hermione Granger:
Malfoy!
Draco Malfoy:
Just teasing. I know what you mean… I love looking at the stars and planets too. That’s why I’m in here permanently, of course
Hermione Granger:
And, your work is all very cerebral. It’s a nice change of pace from the stuffy Unspeakables in Love and Time. Not to mention Death
Draco Malfoy:
Agreed, I hate those morbid old crumblies
Hermione Granger:
LOL MALFOY!
Draco Malfoy:
I know you agree, Granger… don’t worry, your secret is safe with me
Hermione Granger:
Well… all I’ll say is that similar to the view, I much prefer the company in the Space Chamber. But that’s all I’ll say on the matter
Draco Malfoy:
You’re always welcome
Today 21:15
Draco Malfoy:
So what are you up to tonight, by the way?
Hermione Granger:
Well so far, I’ve finessed my schedule down to the five minute marker, but I think I can make it even more precise. Sometimes it pays to account down to the minute. Also I’ve added several new colours to my filing system!
Draco Malfoy:
Oh dear you’re rather unruly tonight
Draco Malfoy:
I hope things don’t get too out of hand
Hermione Granger:
I’m sorry you had to see my wild side
Draco Malfoy:
Will we need to hold an intervention?
Hermione Granger:
It wouldn’t work. My organisational skills cannot be tamed… I’m too prone to reckless bouts of time management
Draco Malfoy:
Merlin, you’re having the time of your life, aren’t you?
Hermione Granger:
I’m having an amazing night
Hermione Granger:
What about you? What’s on tonight in the Malfoy world?
Draco Malfoy:
Mrs Greengrass is guarding the doors to the lift, pacing. I’m hiding in the Unspeakables-only conference room until she leaves
Hermione Granger:
You’re still at work???
Hermione Granger:
You can’t let her keep doing this. Just tell her to fuck off
Draco Malfoy:
I couldn’t possibly!
Hermione Granger:
Channel your younger self. Surely that horrible child is still alive somewhere in there
Draco Malfoy:
Granger it may have taken the conclusion of puberty and an entire war before my comportment classes finally kicked in… but once they did, they locked in permanently.
Draco Malfoy:
I’ve got a whole complex about it. If I’m bad then bad things happen
Hermione Granger:
Oh Draco. That’s not true. Plus you speak freely with me now!
Draco Malfoy:
I trust you. Regardless, I can’t tell Mrs Greengrass to fuck off. I’ll freeze up and be overly polite
Hermione Granger:
Then just stare at your phone and read exactly this out loud:
Hermione Granger:
“Fuck off Greengrass. You don’t own me and the marriage contract is already void. I am not marrying your daughter. Goodbye forever”
Draco Malfoy:
How about
Draco Malfoy:
“I’m incredibly sorry and I don’t wish to be rude, but would you mind terribly if I didn’t marry your daughter? My deepest apologies for the inconvenience and I hope I can make it up to you some other way”
Hermione Granger:
…You’ll end up in a new betrothal contract just to be polite
Draco Malfoy:
A quick, polite marriage
Hermione Granger:
And then what? A cordial shag?
Draco Malfoy:
How else do you think the bloodlines persist? It’s like an affable Pureblood handshake
Hermione Granger:
Maybe just stay in your office
Draco Malfoy:
LOL
Hermione Granger:
But tell me if you need help and I’ll come yell at her for you.
Draco Malfoy:
I’ll be alright, I promise. Just enjoy yourself with your folders and colours, Granger. I’ll see you tomorrow
Hermione Granger:
If you say so