Upon entering his office, shared with the assistant who had scurried off, thankfully, he stepped behind is desk. The office, like his home, was masculine in flavor, but no less put together with everything in its rightful place. Books on potions filled shelves. There were filing cabinets filled with his own personal notes on things he worked on in the past, and working on currently. On his desk was a folder containing the notes he had left, accidentally, the night before. He'd been looking forward to his drinks with Pansy, and so had been forgetful.
He tensed when the door to his office shut. Damn it, why hadn't he realized someone had followed into his office? Had he let himself become so distracted? His hand twitched to his wand now resting on the desk as his eyes rose up, cold and gray. They met vivid green, and he faltered. What the bloody hell?!
His hackles rose. His jaw clenched, and his posture became more tense and ready to spring into action. "I'm sorry to say, Potter, that even now you have absolutely no chance with me." He looked Harry up and down, a sneer on his lips, twisting the soft, womanly features. "I've seen better." Lie. While this body had no obvious indicators, it was shockingly more reactive and in the most embarrassing of ways. Harry did look very attractive in his muggle clothing and Auror robe. So nice it caused a pool of heat to form, and, well, it was disconcerting to say the least.