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tamingthemuseTitle: HermioneAdrian
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompts: #520 – Aid and Abet
Warnings: None
Pairings: HermioneAdrian
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 672
Summary: Adrian approaches Hermione when she arrives for work.
Hermione listened to the engine of the Knight Bus as it drove away. She started up the stairs to the Ministry of Magic, hating everyone's eyes on her.
Usually, she Flooed in, but she was feeling a bit under the weather and didn't want to take the chance that she would land somewhere that she shouldn't. And as for Apparation, she feared she might splinch herself. The Knight Bus seemed safer, even if it attracted the attention of her fellow employees, especially the attention of a particular one, a former Slytherin, Mr. Adrian Pucey.
"A good day to come to the office, huh?" Adrian asked, absentmindedly stroking his owl's feathers.
She shook her head. His bond of utter devotion to Cronus was reminiscent of Harry's bond to Hedwig, and she felt a pang in her chest as she remembered how Harry didn't get to grieve for his lost friend until almost a year later.
"Yes, it is," Hermione amicably agreed, knowing Adrian was expecting her to argue with him, even if it was only on principle
Adrian pressed a hand to his chest in a mock look of shock. "Don't agree with me, Hermione, it makes me very uncomfortable."
Hermione cracked a smile. "I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable, but I do love my work."
"And that's why you're coming in even when it's obvious to anyone with eyes that you're sick?"
"You know I have to prove to the people I work with that I deserve to be here. That I didn't get the job just because I'm the best friend of the savior of the wizarding world. I also don't want people to think I'm here because of my close relationship to the newest Minister of Magic. Everyone should know that Kingsley Shacklebolt would never play favorites, but people still like to gossip."
Adrian nodded, his eyes softening. "Still, coming here sick isn't the greatest idea you have ever had."
Hermione sniffled, realizing her nose was starting to run again. "I know, but I really didn't have a choice."
Adrian took out his wand. "Accio tissue box." A tissue box left the front desk, angering the receptionist, and flew into Adrian's outstretched hand. "This is for you, milady. I think you are going to need it."
Hermione took it gratefully. "Thanks."
Adrian brushed her hair out of her eyes, and her breath caught in her throat.
"Adrian?"
"Even sick, you're beautiful."
Her cheeks reddened at the loving tone of his voice.
"Is the red because you're sick, or is it because of my words."
"A little of both, I think," she admitted.
His fingers trailed down her face and slid across her neck, tickling her slightly, but she sucked in her bottom lip. She would not let him in on the little secret of her being ticklish. If she did, he would never let her live it down.
"I have to get to work. The faster I get there, the faster I'll get done. Is there anything you want?" Hermione asked. She paused, and then as an afterthought, she added, "Other than to annoy me, of course."
"I want you to agree to go on a date with me. And maybe if you play your cards, right, I'll commit a crime, and you'll aid and abet. If you know what I mean."
She took a deep, ignoring the last bit. She could play coy, pretend she wasn't interested. Play hard to get in hopes of cultivating his interest, but she had been waiting for this chance for months. She hadn't been sure what Adrian felt and hadn't wanted to take the chance, but now she knew, and she didn't want to take the chance that he wouldn't peruse her if he thought she wasn't interested. "Yes, I'll go out with you."
Adrian smiled and stepped back. He patted her shoulder. "Off to work you go now, milady."
Hermione nodded. She had a feeling Adrian would be paying her desk a visit around lunch time, and she looked forward to it.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompts: #520 – Aid and Abet
Warnings: None
Pairings: HermioneAdrian
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 672
Summary: Adrian approaches Hermione when she arrives for work.
Hermione listened to the engine of the Knight Bus as it drove away. She started up the stairs to the Ministry of Magic, hating everyone's eyes on her.
Usually, she Flooed in, but she was feeling a bit under the weather and didn't want to take the chance that she would land somewhere that she shouldn't. And as for Apparation, she feared she might splinch herself. The Knight Bus seemed safer, even if it attracted the attention of her fellow employees, especially the attention of a particular one, a former Slytherin, Mr. Adrian Pucey.
"A good day to come to the office, huh?" Adrian asked, absentmindedly stroking his owl's feathers.
She shook her head. His bond of utter devotion to Cronus was reminiscent of Harry's bond to Hedwig, and she felt a pang in her chest as she remembered how Harry didn't get to grieve for his lost friend until almost a year later.
"Yes, it is," Hermione amicably agreed, knowing Adrian was expecting her to argue with him, even if it was only on principle
Adrian pressed a hand to his chest in a mock look of shock. "Don't agree with me, Hermione, it makes me very uncomfortable."
Hermione cracked a smile. "I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable, but I do love my work."
"And that's why you're coming in even when it's obvious to anyone with eyes that you're sick?"
"You know I have to prove to the people I work with that I deserve to be here. That I didn't get the job just because I'm the best friend of the savior of the wizarding world. I also don't want people to think I'm here because of my close relationship to the newest Minister of Magic. Everyone should know that Kingsley Shacklebolt would never play favorites, but people still like to gossip."
Adrian nodded, his eyes softening. "Still, coming here sick isn't the greatest idea you have ever had."
Hermione sniffled, realizing her nose was starting to run again. "I know, but I really didn't have a choice."
Adrian took out his wand. "Accio tissue box." A tissue box left the front desk, angering the receptionist, and flew into Adrian's outstretched hand. "This is for you, milady. I think you are going to need it."
Hermione took it gratefully. "Thanks."
Adrian brushed her hair out of her eyes, and her breath caught in her throat.
"Adrian?"
"Even sick, you're beautiful."
Her cheeks reddened at the loving tone of his voice.
"Is the red because you're sick, or is it because of my words."
"A little of both, I think," she admitted.
His fingers trailed down her face and slid across her neck, tickling her slightly, but she sucked in her bottom lip. She would not let him in on the little secret of her being ticklish. If she did, he would never let her live it down.
"I have to get to work. The faster I get there, the faster I'll get done. Is there anything you want?" Hermione asked. She paused, and then as an afterthought, she added, "Other than to annoy me, of course."
"I want you to agree to go on a date with me. And maybe if you play your cards, right, I'll commit a crime, and you'll aid and abet. If you know what I mean."
She took a deep, ignoring the last bit. She could play coy, pretend she wasn't interested. Play hard to get in hopes of cultivating his interest, but she had been waiting for this chance for months. She hadn't been sure what Adrian felt and hadn't wanted to take the chance, but now she knew, and she didn't want to take the chance that he wouldn't peruse her if he thought she wasn't interested. "Yes, I'll go out with you."
Adrian smiled and stepped back. He patted her shoulder. "Off to work you go now, milady."
Hermione nodded. She had a feeling Adrian would be paying her desk a visit around lunch time, and she looked forward to it.
