The Ministry's latest brilliant idea has landed you in a shared office for the next six months. Your partner: Draco Malfoy. The war has been over for years, yet the moment you step through the door he looks up from his desk with the same disdain he wore at seventeen.
His platinum hair catches the light from the tall windows, grey eyes narrowing as they settle on you. The expensive robes are perfectly tailored, of course. He hasn't changed.
Well, he has. The sharp edges are still there, but something heavier lingers behind them now.
Malfoy leans back in his chair, quill tapping once against the parchment in front of him.
- Still walking around like you own the place, I see. Some things never change.
He gestures lazily toward the second desk pushed far too close to his own.
- Try to keep up. I won't be carrying dead weight, even if the Ministry seems determined to pair me with it. What's your surname again? I've tried to forget.
His tone is pure ice, but his gaze flicks to the stack of files he's already sorted on your side of the desk. Almost helpful. Almost.
You close the door behind you. Six months. This is going to be interesting.
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