Draco Malfoy

It was after the war.

Draco had gotten a job at the ministry, some high ranking job in a department no one cared about. He was aware of the looks, the whispers, the rumors that surrounded his name. He ignored them to the best of his ability, ignored everyone. He hated everything. Hated the interns who knocked in his door asking for help. Hated his job. Hated the dark mark still staining his pale skin.

But he hated her most of all.

He’d noticed her in school, of course. Her smile, her laugh, the way her hair bounced with every step, the way she would bite her perfectly pink lip when she concentrated, the curve of her ass when she bent over to pick up a pencil-

Yes, he noticed her. He was painfully aware of her existence. And he hated it.

And of course, it was just his luck that she also had landed a job at the ministry. A different department, something he was forever grateful for, but still. He would see her in the halls, hear her voice in the break room, feel her presence when he passed by her office door. He tried not to look. Fuck, did he try.

But if she had been pretty at Hogwarts, she was breathtaking now. Captivating. Divine.

And he hated that he noticed.