NOTE) I do not own any Harry Potter characters, or the basis of the plot.
But, I do take credit for Liz and almost all of the incredibly small
details.
Also, before writing this story I didn't even like Harry Potter, but I realized that J.K.R. was a brilliant writer and I really like it now. And, I wrote this on my own accord, you're free to review if you want, but you only really need to enjoy my story and if you're feeling generous leave me a few helpful hints about the story. Thanx ^_^
Chapter 1: Hermione Granger
Hermione Granger, a 22-year-old advisor for Draco Malfoy. She attended the world-renowned Graplefort University of Magic to become the gopher for her old rival.
She lost all track of her old friends, like Harry and Ron, and got new ones, like Liz and.well, Liz is her only friend, but that's good enough.
Hermione lived in a stylish flat in the middle of London with her cat, Phantom. She was almost never home so a cat was the perfect companion. Phantom was a little black cat with white paws and a white belly. He likes to sleep and eat tuna.
Also, working for Malfoy was demanding work. With unreasonable hours and meaningless tasks this job required almost no skills at all. Hermione really didn't have a life so it was fine by her, except for waking up at 3 AM to help the jerk pick out clothes.
At the office Hermione would take calls, schedule meetings, and do everything for the self centered Malfoy. In fact, she kept the whole office running at the speed it did. Because Draco was the lead lawyer for magical lawsuits and the like he needed to schedule his time wisely, which was what Hermione did.
When Hermione looked in the mirror every morning she saw a 22-year-old woman, with curly, frizzy, brown hair, big brown eyes and a good figure wasting her life and education away to help a peevish jerk.
Her routine consisted of waking up at three, taking a shower, brushing her teeth, taming her wild hair with the help of magic, putting on make-up, and heading out for Malfoy's flat.
After driving five minutes to his flat she would pick out a decent wardrobe, make his health conscious diet breakfast, and then wake him up at 5:15 AM.
After that she would drive to the office and check messages, the fax, and then at 6 without fail, Malfoy would call her on her "spell-phone" and ask where she put his clothes and breakfast.
Personally, it was like baby-sitting a 4-year-old child, only 24/7. Then after that it was paper work until 8 at night. Sound fun? Not really. But, it paid well and you can't beat that.
What Hermione really wanted was to teach at her old magic school, Hogwarts. After all, she did have a teaching degree in potions on an 8th year level. Maybe she could show old Snape what she was made of. But, she wasn't there, so this was her life, the gopher of an Idiot, at least in her opinion.
Also, before writing this story I didn't even like Harry Potter, but I realized that J.K.R. was a brilliant writer and I really like it now. And, I wrote this on my own accord, you're free to review if you want, but you only really need to enjoy my story and if you're feeling generous leave me a few helpful hints about the story. Thanx ^_^
Chapter 1: Hermione Granger
Hermione Granger, a 22-year-old advisor for Draco Malfoy. She attended the world-renowned Graplefort University of Magic to become the gopher for her old rival.
She lost all track of her old friends, like Harry and Ron, and got new ones, like Liz and.well, Liz is her only friend, but that's good enough.
Hermione lived in a stylish flat in the middle of London with her cat, Phantom. She was almost never home so a cat was the perfect companion. Phantom was a little black cat with white paws and a white belly. He likes to sleep and eat tuna.
Also, working for Malfoy was demanding work. With unreasonable hours and meaningless tasks this job required almost no skills at all. Hermione really didn't have a life so it was fine by her, except for waking up at 3 AM to help the jerk pick out clothes.
At the office Hermione would take calls, schedule meetings, and do everything for the self centered Malfoy. In fact, she kept the whole office running at the speed it did. Because Draco was the lead lawyer for magical lawsuits and the like he needed to schedule his time wisely, which was what Hermione did.
When Hermione looked in the mirror every morning she saw a 22-year-old woman, with curly, frizzy, brown hair, big brown eyes and a good figure wasting her life and education away to help a peevish jerk.
Her routine consisted of waking up at three, taking a shower, brushing her teeth, taming her wild hair with the help of magic, putting on make-up, and heading out for Malfoy's flat.
After driving five minutes to his flat she would pick out a decent wardrobe, make his health conscious diet breakfast, and then wake him up at 5:15 AM.
After that she would drive to the office and check messages, the fax, and then at 6 without fail, Malfoy would call her on her "spell-phone" and ask where she put his clothes and breakfast.
Personally, it was like baby-sitting a 4-year-old child, only 24/7. Then after that it was paper work until 8 at night. Sound fun? Not really. But, it paid well and you can't beat that.
What Hermione really wanted was to teach at her old magic school, Hogwarts. After all, she did have a teaching degree in potions on an 8th year level. Maybe she could show old Snape what she was made of. But, she wasn't there, so this was her life, the gopher of an Idiot, at least in her opinion.