Daily Battle of the Muses 13 Years Later

by granger2malfoy

Revisiting our author many years later. She graduated from college and working the typical 9 to 5 job; but her thoughts are not-so typical.

Title: Daily Battle of the Muses - 13 Years Later

Author: granger2malfoy

Rating: T, to be safe

Disclaimer: I owe none of it… not even the stapler.

A/N: Welcome back to my world, years later but some things do not change. Sequel to Daily Battle of the Muses

(found here: s/2471792/1/Daily-Battle-of-the-Muses-just-for-fun )

Summary: Revisiting our author many years later. She graduated from college and working the typical 9 to 5 job; but her thoughts are not-so typical.

**** Thirteen Years Later ****

Ten years after graduating college, our author sits at her desk trying to work through her continually growing in box, both email and papers. But she not alone, she is never truly alone.

Hermione sits next to her going over list of fic and creating a of all the ones that needed finished. "Should we work newest work in progress to oldest? Or the newest first? I mean those ideas are still pretty fresh."

"We are getting to shag in it, right? I mean like at some point," Blaise asks as he sits across from them with feet up on edge of desk throwing a balled up piece of paper up in the air and then catching it.

Draco is staring at the stapler like it a magical creature that is going to impale his eyes if he takes them off of it. He speaks, still not moving his eyes, "I think we should work on the biggest story. The Trials of Love is partially done sequel."

"At least she has written about you in the last few years, not all of us can say the same, " stated Adrian as he is pouting on the filing cabinet with his back to the author.

Fred is rubbing the weary author's shoulders to help with all the stress and speaks up, "You guys are not helping at any way. She is so tense. Besides what about the nice, new little plot bunny about Hermione taking turns with all of us."

Hermione sighs, "We do not need another work in progress. It already seems like we can't finish anything."

"Indeed," commented Snape, who sitting in a spare chair behind in her bosses office flipping through an old book and mostly ignoring all of them.

The author drops her head down on her desk with exasperated sigh and states, "This is why I don't get a lot done on some days."

Her bosses asks from her office, "What was that, hun?"

"Nothing, nothing," she replies as Blaise starts leaning over to kiss on Hermione's neck but is letting a silent scream in her mind.

-*-*- Done for now….. To be Continued …. *-*