"My sincerest apologies. Fuck off, Minister." She held his heated stare for a moment longer than necessary before turning and exiting the office. Hermione was surprised to only find a very calm appearing Draco sitting casually in the waiting room. He’d been casually flipping through a copy of the daily prophet, a lazy flirtatious smile on his face. If she couldn’t feel the relief ripple through the tingle of his magic, she’d think he hadn’t even noticed her exiting the office. 