Draco x Hermione | M | Complete | 72k
song inspo. league table as it stands.
Finding himself in a relegation fight, Montrose Magpie's manager Harry Potter knows he needs to do something drastic to turn 'round his team's fortunes — something like spend all his transfer budget on striker Draco Malfoy. He's certain that Malfoy will bring something magical to the Magpie's front line. But, he needs Malfoy to settle in quickly, so he turns to Hermione Granger, a player liaison who just might have a bit of magic up her own sleeve to keep Malfoy happy.
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"Well, if you need anything else, you can text me. I'm here to just make sure you have what you need so you can put all your energy into playing well," she said after a beat. "Though, I fail to see how you could need anything else after I completed your extensive to-do list."
"Next time, make sure you actually read the list properly," he said, wanting to rub her face in the one small mistake that he'd noticed. He wasn't going to like Montrose and he certainly wasn't going to like this annoying glorified PA that Potter had stuck him with.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, her voice going a bit shrill.
"I specifically said that I like green apples," he drawled, knowing that he had done no such thing. He'd just asked for apples and there they were, sitting in his fridge crisper. "Not red ones."
He watched something like fury come over her face, her nose twitching while she tried to keep her outburst in. Granger took a deep breath and replaced the anger with something more serene. Odd sort of anger management maneuver, Draco thought meanly.
"I think you should look again," she said sweetly. "Because the apples are definitely green. Granny smith. I picked them up myself." She tried, and failed, to hide a triumphant smirk. "Anyways, I'll be by on Saturday morning to take you to the home game. You won't be playing yet, but do try to look presentable."
Granger didn't wait for him to dismiss her before she was flouncing out of his new flat, leaving him behind with a slam of the door. He barely waited for her to get down the first flight of stairs before he was ripping open his fridge, finding perfect green apples waiting for him there — Granny smith, just as she'd said.
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