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Crossing Lines, Laws and Love
By: Lumos Maximum

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Chapter one:
See You Tomorrow

It all started in my office really, a normal day with important papers that needed attention, books that needed to be read and investigations that needed to be done thoroughly. I was attending to these very important things but got interrupted by someone opening my office door with a wrinkled nose, staring at my office extremely disliking and then at me we with the same kind of look.

There was a silence in the room all the sudden, not the comfortable one I strived to keep but a stiff, tense one that made me feel and perhaps look dumbfounded.

"I know you hate me Granger," Malfoy started when he walked very poised and calmly towards me with determines in his steps. What an opening line.

"I do," I confessed. "I hate you a lot." Guess he has more brains than I gave him credit for.

"And you help innocent people?" Malfoy asked when he got seated in front of me in a very aristocratic fashion, smirking because he knew the answer already.

"Depends," I told him. "I don't help innocent scumbags."

"Not scumbags? I thought you were a lawyer," Malfoy continued amused by this conversation and stating the obvious, again. "A very good one if the rumors I've heard are true."

"I don't know of being a very good one," I said, slightly modest while sitting in front of my wall with plaques. "Rumors are rumors."

"That's what I said to Blaise," Malfoy said causally while he pierced me with his gray eyes. "I told him I would believe him when I saw the miracle with my own eyes."

"Really?" I said, offended but not surprised by his lack of heart or manners, socially accepted manners at least. "Sorry, Malfoy, but I am not for display."

"That could be arranged," Malfoy's bored tone assured. I didn't agree.

"You're in my office now aren't you?" I replied venomous. "Perhaps I should arrange for you to leave?"

"Please," Malfoy said, still using the bored tone to aggravate me more. "Even if I'll get tossed out by those wannabe Aurors you call Potter and Friend, I'll find my way back."

"Harry and Ron," I corrected.

He yawned. "That's what I said Granger, Potter and Friend."

"Get out," I ordered. "Get out of my office now Malfoy."

"I'll get out," Malfoy assured and stood up to straighten his unwrinkled gray suit. "I'll see you tomorrow however," he said, still with the icy stare fixed at me.

"No you won't," I told him and tried to hide the Goosebumps his fixed stare gave me.

"Yes I will," Malfoy said now, calmly and almost bored by these events that I never saw coming. "You can't stand not saving the world Granger."

"You're not worth saving," I told him grimly.

"See? There's where you're wrong because I am worth saving. I am the world," Malfoy said, cocky and self-absorbed and defiantly out of his mind.

"You're not the world" I snapped while thinking if I could get him declared as mentally deranged and make him end up in St Mungos?

"Perhaps not now, but I will be" Malfoy assured. "See you tomorrow, and the day after that and the day after that until you accept to take me as a client and ultimately saving the world"

"You are not the world!" I burst out, now standing in front of him behind my desk and realizing how small I really am when he looks down at me.

"Not yet Granger, Not yet." Malfoy said and turned and left with me more than boiling mad.

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"Lawyer Granger, has a ring to it, doesn't it?" Malfoy said while he turned my desk up-side-down, simply because he could.

"Leave that alone," I burst and tried to save my stapler.

"Muggle things, rich," Malfoy said bemused while he clicked the stapler.

"Go!" I snapped. It had gone a week since Malfoy had come to my office the first time and since that day he came back every day, always at 2 P.M and with some kind of trick up his sleeve.

"Take my case," Malfoy repeated for the eleventh time this visit.

"You never told me what it was about!" I reminded him but he ignored me tactically.

"I'll tell you eventually" Malfoy said, still clicking away with the stapler. "Take my case"

"I have things to do!" I tried to tell him, angry with his annoying presence.

"Lawyer Granger, Lawyer Granger… No, sorry. Don't buy it yet." Malfoy snickered to himself. "I saw you as a boring version of McGonagall"

"Seriously?" I said, unwillingly offended by his comment.

"Dead serious," Malfoy told me while he pocketed the stapler without asking for permission. "Will you take my case then Professor McGonagall?"

"Go!" I burst out, furious with Malfoys bullying and the loss of my nicest stapler.

"Fine, I have errands to run, girls to swoon" Malfoy declared. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"I know." I sighted but Malfoy didn't mind, he smiled, warmly. "Don't smile like that, you look kind."

"Copy that," Malfoy said but did something even scarier. He hummed on his way out.

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"I bought you flowers," Malfoy declared when he entered my workspace at 2 P.M to my annoyance.

"I don't care," I told him buried in my papers and refused to give him the pleasure of my attention. I am a very important person, mind you.

"Come on, have a look," Malfoys voice said from a far. "They're your favorites."

"I still don't care, just go!" I said but after two weeks of this daily torment I knew he wouldn't go anywhere.

"I am sure that Potter or Friend never brings you these kinds," Malfoy assured and I stopped scribbling on the same line on the parchment I've been scribbling on since Malfoy entered the room.

"Ron, Ronald Weasley," I told Malfoy without even glancing up.

"Nevertheless," Malfoy said, ignoring my correction completely. "I brought you flowers to celebrate our two weeks and you don't even glance up."

Unwillingly I looked at Malfoy who stood in front of me on the other side of the desk, suited in dark blue for this day's occasion, blond hair slicked back and gray teasing eyes observing me with triumph. He was long and slim and I noted extremely pale, paler than I remembered him from Hogwarts and paler than I remembered him being since he started ruining my work. A small stray of blond hair fell into his eyes but he kept his attention strictly on my eyes. I forgot what I was going to look up for when we stared into each other eyes, they were so gray and cold and...

"I have that effect," Malfoy murmured with his eyes still paralyzing my mind. Slightly.

I gazed at the well dressed and obnoxious man in front of me. "What effect?" I asked him curiously and added "Malfoy" to make my question less personal.

"The effect that makes women forget things," Malfoy smirked. "Like you forgetting the flowers I never bought you."

I blinked. Flowers? I blinked again. Flowers!

"Out!" I yelled, this time furious at him and his bloody effect on me. "Go out and don't bother coming back tomorrow Malfoy"

"But I will bother," Malfoy told me grinning.

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"Malfoy," I said, gesturing to the chair in front of me as soon as he opened my office door, not a minute later or early, he was there two sharp.

"Improvement," Malfoy said while tugging his black tie and sat down in front of me.

"I don't have a choice now, do I?" I asked. I had to ask because if there was a shot of getting rid of this two o clock pain I would've seized it.

"Not when I made up my mind, no," Malfoy confessed.

"Fair enough," I said and got a note pad and a ink pen out, mostly to annoy Malfoy with the use of Muggle equipment. "Tell me about your case"

"Don't pretend Granger, you read the daily prophet as much as I do," Malfoy said dryly but his eyes locked onto the ink pen in my hand. "Muggle things, extremely amusing those muggles no wonder…"

"Careful," I warned and Malfoy looked startled at me.

"Alright," Malfoy said, clearing his throat. "I need help with the Death Eater hearings."

"Yeah, those cases are unbeatable. Too much evidence, angry mobs and shattered families supporting the mobs" I paused. "Aren't those hearings strictly for Death Eaters?"

Malfoy burst into a hysteric and extremely unnatural laughter, high pitched and painful to listen to and I forgot what I was going to say. "I might've blinded you with my charm and wits but you seem to forget one thing"

"What?" I asked briskly. I never forget things; I am always on top of things.

Instead of telling me he hauled up his sleeve to show me the mark. I suddenly remembered the manor, the pain and the screams when I saw the hideous mark burned into one of my former classmates. One, slightly obnoxious but bearable man I've been visited by everyday for three weeks; he had been one of them and it looked horrid against the paleness his arm was. I felt the pain of the curses that hit me that night. I saw the fright in Rons eyes when I stared at the face of Malfoy, just like his fathers and Harry, what would Harry say?

"I won't help your father," I heard myself yell somewhere outside my own head and I continued bravely. "He is a rotten man and I won't help any of those filthy…"

"Me," Malfoy interrupted me and stood up like being in the same room hurt him gravely. "It's me who need. . . aid"

"I, I" I stuttered, choking on the lump in my throat. So many memories were attached to Malfoys face, so many horrible memories.

"I'm sor — I apol." Malfoy stopped in mid sentence and glanced at me with a look I think was worried. "Forget this ever happened."

Just as he turned around and walked to the door something in me stopped Malfoy. "Wait. You'll be coming back tomorrow, right?"

Malfoy seemed to consider this. "If you want me too?"

I hesitated. I really didn't want him coming back and the word 'No' was my ticked out. Instead of uttering a simple word there was a silence, a too long silence. Merlin, why did I pause this long?

"I'll be back tomorrow," Malfoy said shortly and somehow I was glad that de decided this for me. "I'll be back until you take my case."

And he left.

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"Granger," Malfoy said, 2 P.M sharp in my office as always.

"Go," I replied, as always.

"I'll see you tomorrow then," Malfoy said coolly.

"Go, go, go," I repeated without even trying to come with a comeback like I've done the last month. Things were stiff since last week but I got to hand it to Malfoy, he came back determined and even brought me the flowers he promised (and two days later with my wand too close to his throat he admitted that those were from the Friend in Potter and Friend).

"Granger, you know what, okay," Malfoy looked beaten for a while when he watched me wave my hands with fury. "I'll go permanently."

"Go, go". I stopped with my hands in the mid air and my facial expression in an awkward freeze. "What?"

"I said okay," Malfoy said with a sincere voice, or what I assume was sincere because it was still cold. "You should do something with your face though, that expression doesn't suit you."

"Oh, shut up," I said, slightly embarrassed that still in his defeated state he was able to be the superior one. "You said okay, to leaving. Forever."

"I recall that moment yes," Malfoy said calmly from the opposite of my chair.

"Don't play games Malfoy," I ranted.

"That's the only thing I know," Malfoy explained. "Games and fine wines."

The conversation paused and then I chose to speak.

"Fine, if you'll stop intruding my workspace like this every day I'll help you with your case." I told him.

"Okay," Malfoy said without bothering to thank me. He stood up in ordinary fashion and straightened his unwrinkled suit, black today, and headed towards a door I've shut in front of his face multiplied times this month.

"I'll see you tomorrow then," Malfoy said facing me one last time. "And the day after that and the day after that until my case has been won," Malfoy added casually.

"I expect nothing less Malfoy," I said. Because, after this long month, how could I?

"I knew you would soften up eventually, Granger," Malfoy said and turned his back towards me to leave the room. "Of course you'd want to save the world."

I could hear his lips smirking as he spoke those words and I, kind of, liked it.

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SwedishA/N: Damn, I started writing H/Hr but it turned into Dramione! First time I've written Dramione though so Feedback would be excellent guys :).
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