Coincidence

There is a story we all know,
of poor Juliet and dear Romeo.
But have you ever thought
that maybe every storyteller sought
for a love to tell as sweet
and so we have our couple meet.
We do it tragically, to be separated.
Even if it is belated.

So, here we watch as two magicians
move from hate, to love in smooth transition.
But 'tis not as simple as 'twas for young Montague
as the two had shared a teenage feud.
Thus ending with hateful scorn,
that to his distress was sadly born
from his crude actions in Slug Club days,
which now he hopes can be erased.

I think the time for rhymes and introductions past,
for 'Juliet' will now have a blast from the -

"Hunny! No, no, listen to me!" The woman 'tutted' into the microphone as she checked her cuticles for the thousandth time today. "Nah, if you don't show him who's boss, he'll just walk all over you. Trust me, I've been married." Hermione glanced across at her cubical-mate and rolled her eyes as the woman plucked her wand from her precariously set bun atop her head, and levitated the nearest pastry from her desk right up to her cherry coloured lips. Hermione took a deep breath and turned back to her mound of paper work and tried to ignore the woman babbling behind her. Hermione had been somewhat excited when she found out she would be working with another muggle-born witch. But when she arrived and found Courtney - the laziest, loudest, most annoying woman she'd ever met sitting three feet away - she almost cried. That might have been an overstatement, but she has been close to pulling out her hair for at least fourteen week straight. That was, until she decided she needed to let all her anger go. That also happened to be around the time when she met him.

"I'm not sure I understand?" Ginny said, leaning against the aged wood of Hermione's desk. "If you hate this job, why stay?" The red-head stared at her all-but-sister with a pointed look that all who know her had come to fear.
"Because, Gin, I want to be doing something good with my life, and this place - you might not believe it - is helping me do it!"
"Good? Better than saving the world?" Ginny sighed. Hermione rolled her eyes, shaking her head slightly.
"Yes. Plus that was ages ago!" Ginny decided to let it go, and looked around the room skeptically.
"What exactly do you guys do here?" Just as Hermione was about to answer, the elevator doors and the oak doors to their Managers office opened simultaneously. Out of the latter, Heatherfield Crump walked, his face lit up with the dying hopes of children as he sucked their souls out - metaphorically. This man tortured his workers if they didn't give him exactly what he wanted. Sadly for Hermione, that included her 'attention'. He walked past her and Courtney's shared desk and gave her a little wink, not caring that Ginny sat right there, or that the attention of the entire office was split between him and the two men exiting the elevator. Hermione scoffed slightly and shook her head. Her eyes followed Heatherfield as he strutted across the office, looking away when he sent a wink in her direction.

"Who's that?" Ginny asked in that moment, her mouth hanging open slightly as she stared over Hermione's head at the elevators.
"Who is wh-" Hermione turned to look at whom Ginny was referring and felt her jaw drop. Out of the elevators walked a stunningly dressed Mr Pheonix Werrington, the man whose money was supporting the foundation, and behind him stood someone Hermione never thought she'd see again.
"Wait. Is that -?!" Ginny began, then slapped her hand across her mouth and shrunk back into the spare chair beside Hermione.

He was taller, Hermione mused, he had to be. And he's definitely grown into his jaw. How is it possible for someone to look that good in a suit?! Damn!

Hermione had to stop her thoughts there before she found herself salivating over the stubble of none other than Cormac McLaggen, Gryffindor douche-bag. Hermione turned to Ginny, whose eyes were wide as she seemed to be mirroring Hermione's own thoughts.
"Can we be mistaken?" She practically begged in a hushed tone, not wanting to admit that she found someone so repulsive, so attractive!
"I'm not sure, I mean, maybe? But I'm almost positive I'm not." Mr Werrington and Cormac were talking quietly with Heatherfield, all three of them were smiling. Hermione took a moment from admiring her high-school admirer to wonder what they were discussing. She lost herself for a moment in her thoughts, not realising she was still staring at the group, and when she returned her eyes met dead centre with Cormac's. Breathing in a harsh breath, she quickly looked away, a blush forming on her cheeks.
"Jesus Christ!" "Merlin!" The two girls said together, sinking into their seats. Ginny, thinking she was being sneaky, slid up to take a look at the guests - only to find that Cormac was still looking straight at them.
"Oh my Gosh, do you think he recognised us?"
"Yeah, Gin, I'm almost positive he did."

Just then Heatherfield called the whole office to attention with his 'boss' voice (which he claims he hates using, but secretly loves).
"Attention, ladies and gents, our esteemed benefactor Mr Werrington, has come to see how his money is being used, and how much great work we're doing." He smiled at the two gentlemen, giving Mr Werrington a small nod, before turning back and continuing. "He is leaving his vice here, his second-in-command, his -" he stopped when Mr Werrington cleared his throat, and Heatherfield reddened slightly. "He's leaving us Mr McLaggen, who will be watching over us for a few weeks. So be nice."

Hermione looked at Ginny, whose eyes were wide and her face was splitting into a smile.
"Wow! You're screwed," Ginny laughed as conversation quickly picked up around the room. Hermione shook her head and turned back to her work, trying to forget already what had happened. Ginny was watching them men talk, playing with her wedding ring absentmindedly.
"What a coincidence, though," she said softly, glancing back at her friend. Hermione shrugged.
"Coincidence or not, I'm not going to let it change anything."
"You might not, but I can't say the same for him!" Ginny said quickly, and Hermione looked up to see Cormac heading straight for her desk.

"Hi."
"Hi."
"Hi," Ginny added, though Cormac's eyes were focused on Hermione. He looked to her and smiled.
"Hey! Ginny was it? How're you?" Ginny almost took an audible gulp of air as he smiled and nodded her head.
"Great!" She managed to squeak out. Cormac smiled and turned back to Hermione.
"How're you?"
"Fine," Hermione answered blandly. Now that he was here, all she could do was remember how much of a dick-wad he was, so up himself.
"I didn't realise you worked here," he looked between the two of them, and Hermione laughed dryly.
"She doesn't, and I didn't realised you owned 'here'?" She mimicked his style of question and smirked. He just smiled.

There was an awkward pause before he spoke again.
"I'm sorry, for everything that I've done. You know, in the past." He looked sincere, and Hermione couldn't help but feel her harden outside soften slightly. "And I was wondering... if maybe, you'd like to go out for a drink sometime?" Hermione looked up at him, looking deep into his actually beautiful eyes, and down to his stunning smile and said:
"No, thank you."

A/N: Words - 1,324

Flying Lessons #1 - prompt: "I'm sorry, for everything that I've done." The beginning of a relationship...