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Much to Pansy's amusement, it seems like things at the Ministry are getting even more interesting for our Draco.

Feel the Burn

"Drake?" Surprise and worry laced Pansy's voice when he opened the door and walked into her office to sit in the chair across from her in complete silence.

She watched for him for a moment, taking in the dark flushed cheeks and the almost embarrassed zoned-out look stuck on his face. That's when she decided that whatever had happened was either very, very good or incredibly bad.

She reached in the bottom drawer of her desk, pulled out two glasses, a bottle of Ogden's and pour them each a drink.

'Oh, this has to have something to do with Longbottom.' At least, she hoped it did. Their little run-in was definitely the most interesting and entertaining thing to happen in her best friend's life in a long time. (If she were being honest with herself, which she wasn't, in her life as well. Indirectly speaking of course.)

Besides, what the man did to Drake before was just beyond fucking hot. The fact that he left before Draco could say or do anything and then totally ignored him since then, somehow made it even sexier.

Draco had surprised her by not going through the normal Malfoy emotions that she would expect from him.

First, indignance: How dare Longbottom put his hands on him!

It was an outrage! Completely barbaric from start to finish. Not to mention totally unprofessional.

Second, indifference: Although it's no surprise, Longbottom is just one more to add to the list of many men that wished to be with him.

That honestly wasn't a lie. Much to the dismay of the entire female populace of Hogwarts, Draco came out during 6th year. Pansy had always known and helped him keep it quiet for the majority of their school days. After his father was sent to Azkaban, he saw no reason to keep up the pretense any longer.

He was a strikingly handsome man. Albeit a picky one. Her friend had only had 2 serious relationships. With his name and his past it shouldn't be surprising that Draco didn't let many people get close to him. But for some unknown reason, rumors spread by tabloids, that he neither confirmed or denied, were taken as facts.

Third, suspicion: Just what was Longbottom playing at, pawing at him like that in the middle of the Ministry? What did he want? Was it a joke? Should he be wary of the things that he ate and drank for a while?

Draco was suspicious by nature. Especially if something so completely unexpected happened. It's not surprising with how he was raised and where he grew up. There was too much hatred and deceit in that manor before Lucius was arrested. In her opinion, his father going to prison was Draco's saving grace.

However this time, he did not revert to the Malfoy way of thinking about things. Actually, quite surprisingly, Draco seemed to remain shaken but calm. Anticipatory, if she had to put a word to it.

'Looks like he didn't have to wait too long to see what would happen next.' she thought.

Draco's hand shook as he leaned forward, took the glass from her, drained it and hand it back to her for a refill before she had even had a chance to sit back in her seat.

She had just started to pour more whiskey into his tumbler when he said, "Longbottom almost made me cum in my pants with his hand under the table in the inter-departmental meeting about a half-hour ago."

Pansy silently gaped at her best friend in disbelief. It had to be a joke, right?

The look on his face told her he was completely serious. Her brain had stuttered to an overheated stop. Instantly forgetting about the whiskey she had been pouring. That was until Draco cleared his throat and nodded at the bottle she still had half tipped in her hand. The dark honey-colored liquid quickly running across her desk as it overflowed from the glass.

Glancing down she muttered, "Oh, bugger it," quickly setting the bottle down and grabbed her wand to clean up the mess.

She couldn't believe it. This was her best friend. The prior Slytherin Ice Prince. Heir to the Malfoy line. The toughest solicitor the ministry had ever had. This is the same man that was now sitting across from her looking dazed and completely shaken to the core.

Not that she could blame him. The only sentence that he'd uttered while he sat there sounded like something out of an erotica novel.

While she cleaned up the mess Draco had reached over and evened out the liquid in both glasses before handing her's back. She'd just leaned back and taken a fairly large drink to calm her own nerves when she heard him say, "If he keeps this up, eventually, I just might let him do that."

She sputtered and coughed as the whiskey sprayed from her nose and mouth making her eyes water. After several attempts at breathing, because it felt like her entire head was now on fire, Pansy couldn't help the laughter that overtook her.