Deal

HP is not mine.

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“Okay here’s the deal. You will meet him at the Dancing Witch. Give your name to the Maitre d', and he will take you to the private room for your date. Be there at seven and look stunning.” She should have known he was up to something when he told her she was meeting her date rather than him picking her up. But really this was just insane and ridiculous.

She arrived at the restaurant and was promptly led to a back room. When she walked through the door, she was met with the back of a head covered in long, blond, flowing hair. She groaned at the sight.

His head turned around and he spotted her; a slight smirk reminiscent of his son played at the corner of his mouth.

“Ahh, Miss Granger, I should have known. This is something my son would do.” He mumbled something else under his breath, but she didn’t quite catch it.

“Yeah, right, like I’m going to believe you didn’t have a hand in this. Nice try.” A click sounded from behind her, and she turned to see that the door was now closed and most likely locked if the click was evidence of that. “Oh great, just great!” she exclaimed with anger as she plopped into the plush chair across from him.

“Well, this is definitely a new and interesting predicament. It appears we are locked in here for the night; whatever shall we do?” he said, a purr slowly rising in his voice.

“Don’t even think about it, Malfoy,” she ground out. “We will get out of this; a waiter has to come in at some point. We can jump them and make a break for it then,” she said with optimism, which was quickly lost as plates of beef appeared in front of them and their glasses slowly filled with a deep red liquid. She groaned with annoyance.

“So, Miss Granger, since we are trapped here, we might as well take the time to learn something about each other. What do you do for a living?” She stared at him, her mouth agape. “Hello, anyone home?” he asked, waving his hand in front of her face. “Don’t make me splash your wine on your face.”

“Did you… was that a… you just made a joke,” she said with realization.

“Yes, despite popular belief I do actually have a sense of humor. Oh, and I’ll let you in on a well-kept secret: I also have a heart AND a soul. I know, it’s positively shocking,” he said mockingly. “Now I do believe that I asked you a question.”

“Well, ummmm, I work with Draco at the Ministry in the Department for Magical Law Enforcement. I love my job, although some days I want to punch some people in the face for their stupidity. I actually feel like I am having an impact on the world, and I love that feeling. How about you? What does the wealthiest man in the Wizarding world do?”

“I dabble in many things. I have my own corporation. I am one of the School Governors, and I do a few other things. Just because I have money doesn’t mean I shouldn’t work. Why else do you think Draco is working? I have enough money for both of us to not work for at least two lifetimes, but that isn’t right. You shouldn’t spend if you haven’t actually worked. That work could be anything, you don’t have to get paid, just have to work,” he stated as he swirled his glass of wine under his nose and placed his knife and fork on his plate, showing he was finished.

“I may be mad at the prat, and may kick him in the balls next time I see him so I hope you don’t want grandchildren, but I must say that knowing that makes me have more respect for both you and him. And on top of that the fact that he thought of everything for tonight so that we couldn’t escape at all is also impressive.” He chuckled at her declaration.

“Yes, he inherited his thoroughness from me. I am the same way; anal retentive to the core, and I think of everything, which is good and bad.”

“Agreed.”

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that? I’m not quite sure I heard you. You couldn’t possibly be agreeing with me; isn’t that beneath you?” he questioned with a quirked eyebrow.

“Beneath me?” she sputtered as she stood up and moved around the table so she was standing directly over him. “Excuse me, but I think your memory has been erased. You were the one who was chasing after me and my friends, who attacked us, who held us captive in your mansion and watched as I was tortured by your sick twisted bitch of a sister-in-law, and you think I think you are beneath me? Clearly you have been knocked in the head. You have always seen me as the lowest of the low. You are such a pompous asshole, you don’t know me or my beliefs so do not presume to know what I think and feel. I can’t believe that you would do such a thing. Actually, you know what, I take that back, I can believe that you would do such a thing. You need to learn to look past prejudice and blood. You need to see what is inside a person, their personality and their inner beauty. Hell, you could even just look at their outward appearance and think they are hot, as long as you don’t judge by blood. You are so frustrating! Is it so hard to accept someone for simply being who they are? Gods!!” she shouted to the ceiling.

“Would you shut up, you exasperating woman,” he shouted as he grabbed her waist, pulling her towards him, leaning down and kissing her long and hard. He nibbled on her bottom lip and pushed his tongue into her mouth to stroke hers. She was enveloped with a warmth that flowed in her blood; she had never felt like this, not with Charlie, not with anyone. They heard the door click behind them. He ended the kiss and as he pulled away her body leaned towards his, following him. He grabbed his cane and left once again with a swish and click, leaving the dumbfounded and gob smacked brunette standing by the table, wondering what on earth had just happened.

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Thanks to sirsevchick for betaing this.

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