Author's Note: Hey guys! This is my first Dramione fan fic, so I hope it isn't too awful. I recently became infatuated with Dramione (although I'm still a pretty hardcore Ronmione shipper) and thought I'd try a Draco/Hermione fan fic a chance. Please, review, let me know whatever you have to say. I'll appreciate every word from my readers, and thank you so much in advance!
Disclaimer: Last time I checked, I wasn't the most richest woman in England (;
Hermione Granger was awakened from her peaceful slumber by a tapping on her window. Rubbing her eyes sleepily and reluctantly getting out from under her warm sheets, she made her way to the window to see a tawny owl outside of it, hovering outside as it waited patiently for her to open the window. It hooted in happiness as she smiled and petted the bird on the head then proceeded to take the parcel off it. Grabbing a few treats from the drawer of her mahogany bedside table, she made her way back to the owl, feeding it before it nipped her affectionately and flew off. Running her hands through her mussed up hair, she closed the window and plopped back down on her bed and picked up the parcel.
Unwrapping it after waving her wand over it as a precautionary measure to make sure there wasn't anything dangerous inside, she saw that the package contained the issue of Witch Weekly that was dedicated to her. Smiling to herself, she looked down at the cover, where it stated boldly, "HERMIONE GRANGER, THE HEROINE OF THE GOLDEN TRIO" with a picture of herself with her hair blowing and her eyes bright, laughing at the camera in a Marilyn Monroe-esque pose. She laughed to herself, looking in the mirror on her bedroom wall at her crazy bed-ridden hair and thinking to herself how different she looked. For the photo shoot with Witch Weekly, a private team of make up and hair artists had worked on her, making her a thing of beauty and dressing her up in the latest fashion style.
Glancing up at the clock from her spacious bed, she realized that in an hour and a half she'd be starting her first day at work at the Auror department in the Ministry. After the war, Kingsley Shacklebolt had taken over as Minister of Magic and offered her, Harry, and Ron as the new heads of the Auror department, no N.E.W.T.s required because of their services and dedication in the war. Hermione was hesitant at first to take over as one of the heads of the department, for she felt that it was too much power given on her first job in the real world, yet her two best friends Harry and Ron had talked her out of her qualms, stating that it would be an amazing opportunity to keep the three friends together working side by side.
Smiling to herself as she hummed, excited for her first day of work as an adult, she proceeded to go down the stairs from her mezzanine, where her bedroom was located, and into the kitchen downstairs. Hermione's flat was fairly simple- the walls were white and the furniture was modern with glass tables, black leather sofas, and silver chairs, unlike her bedroom and library, which she had decorated with the comfortable and old style of the Gryffindor common room- plush sofas that were big and cozy, colorful rugs, and wooden tables and furniture. Her flat was extremely spacious and gave her lots of room for her thoughts as well as enough room for her flat mate, Ginny Weasley. After receiving with reluctance a considerable sum for her contributions to the war from the Ministry, she had gone out on a whim one day and bought herself the spacious flat, later realizing that she would get awfully lonely in it all by herself. Hermione asked Mrs. Weasley's permission to have Ginny as a flat mate after she graduated Hogwarts and Mrs. Weasley replied with an "of course" and a motherly smile which lead her to her living conditions now, sharing her home with Ginny.
Turning right at the bottom of the stairs, Hermione walked into the kitchen where the smell of breakfast engulfed and welcomed her. She closed her eyes and sniffed in wonderment, then opened her eyes to see Ginny cooking away at the stove, strikingly resembling her mother. Turning around at the sound of Hermione's footsteps, Ginny smiled and hugged her. Pulling back, the redhead said excitedly, "Happy first day of work, Hermione! I thought I'd make breakfast for you today seeing as it's a pretty big day. You better eat up, I made a lot! There's eggs, French toast, waffles, pancakes, sausages…"
Hermione grinned back at her best friend and hugged her again, exclaiming, "Thank you Ginny! You didn't have to do this, you know."
Ginny lovingly made her way out of Hermione's arms to get the coffee and replied, "Of course I did. My big sister has her first day of work today!"
Hermione smiled once more at the girl and sat down at her glass dining table where a whole feast was laid out in front of her. Piling some food onto her plate, she began eating, conversing peacefully with Ginny as she joined her at the table.
Finally, when she ate her fill, she announced as she removed herself from the table, "I'm going to take a shower and get ready. I'll clean up later so don't worry about the dishes!"
Ginny shook her head at Hermione and rolled her eyes playfully, "Mum would be disappointed if I didn't, Hermione. You wouldn't want me to disappoint Mum, would you? I'm going to do the dishes and lay out a wonderful dinner for us for when you get back. Invite Harry and Ron over if you want to and you'll have to tell me all about your day!"
Hermione beamed at Ginny as she made her way back up the stairs to the mezzanine where her bathroom was. She took a relaxing shower, mentally preparing herself for her workday and worked on her hair. After the war, Hermione had become a sort of role model for younger witches- a heroine who went against all the old traditions. She was a Muggle-born witch who proved to be the smartest witch of her generation, who showed the Wizarding world that women were just as capable as men in adventure, and that a girl did not always have to concentrate on her appearance to be accepted. Hermione had started to receive adoring fan mail, and soon enough she was just as famous as Harry and had become a sort of celebrity. Hermione being Hermione, did not bask in the spotlight, yet understanding her position as a role model, took responsibility in all her actions and made sure that she was honorable at all times for all the young witches that were looking up to her, aspiring to be like her.
After finishing her shower, she draped herself in a towel and made her way across to her bedroom. She put on a simple, modest black dress with black heels that were just as simple and modest and pulled on her work robes that she had recently bought at Madam Malkin's. Hermione put some Rectus potion on her hands and ran her hands through her hair, making her frizzy hair turn into natural, soft curls. Now that she was out of school and had more time on her hands, she took maintenance of her hair yet stayed relatively the same, not wearing any make up to prove that girls did not need to be "pretty" to succeed in life.
Looking at herself in the mirror before leaving, she gave herself a confident grin, shouted "Ginny, I'll see you tonight!" downstairs, and stepped into the fireplace in her room in front of her bed, Flooing herself to the Ministry.