Me? Own Harry Potter? I think not, people.
Hermione's POV
"C'mon Herms, wake up! You're gonna be late." Ron's voice woke me up. I still haven't found my parents yet, so I was staying at the Burrow with Harry and the Weasleys.
I willed myself up. I grabbed my uniform off the back of my chair and apparated to St. Mungos. I headed towards my office on the third floor when Jane, my assistant, caught me by the arm.
"Hermione, I've been promoted! I'm, like, your partner now! But I won't leave you empty handed, oh no! I found you another assistant! How great is that, Hermione!" Caffeinated, my friend was a danger to the world.
"Great. Where is she?"
"He."
" What?" I asked bluntly. I trained girls only. Jane knew that. Didn't she?
"C'mon, Hermione! Just once! Everyone else is full!" Grrrrrrrr. Oh well. I'll cope, I guess.
"You'll thank me for this. He's H-O-T HOT! Drakie, come meet your master! You have to do everything she says, okay?"
Oh God. No. No! NO! NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Draco Malfoy glided into the room. THE Draco Malfoy. The same Draco Malfoy that had tortured me for years. The same Draco Malfoy that was a death-eater. THAT Draco Malfoy.
"He's my partner?!" Disbelief colored my tone.
Draco's POV
Supreme force that did this, thank you. Thank you very, very much.