DISCLAIMER: No matter how many times I wave my magic wand I will never own Harry Potter. I am not J.K. Rowling
.....hmmn I haven't tried polyjuice potion (cue maniacal laughter)
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Hermione Granger started banging her head against her worktable, exasperated at the amount of work that piled up on her desk. "This is not what I signed on for!" she remarked furiously to no one in particular. She had been doing paperwork since six o clock in the morning for the past three weeks and she was NOT in a good mood.
Hermione was twenty four years old. She had matured from the bushy-headed insufferable know-it-all she was in Hogwarts.... alright...she was still an insufferable know-it all, but she changed emotionally and physically. She had long brown hair that fell in loose curls down to her waist, deep chocolate brown eyes and an attitude to match, she was pretty and she knew it. The war had changed her, hell... it changed everybody, but that was five years ago and Hermione knew she had to move on.
Voldemort was defeated by Harry, and though he was gone, the spirit of his evil discrimination still existed. His idea of ancient bloodline and purity still lived on through the diminished number of deatheaters in hiding. Even though nowadays blood purists were looked down upon, pureblood breeding was still practiced.
Hermione began to twist her brown hair curling it around her slender fingers, a habit that she picked up when she was agitated or thinking. 'What am I doing? I thought I would be making a difference, not doing paperwork, pushing a desk job!' She thought bitterly.
She worked at a daycare for young wizards and witches, called Wyvern daycare, She worked as an Intern/trainee under the supervising teacher Mrs. Jane Bishop, an uptight elderly woman who walked around as if she had a stick lodged up her...well you get the idea.
The only reason why Hermione didn't find a better paying job was because, Mrs. Bishop reminded her fondly of Professor McGonagall, who had passed on in the final battle of the war....Okay that wasn't the reason, Hermione was one of those people who was naturally good with kids, and smart as hell. She loved teaching, it was a passion of hers, knowledge was the one thing that she could fall back on if she had nothing else. She was a born teacher.
"So why can't Bishop see that and stop chaining me to a desk, and making me do her taxes?"she muttered under her breath. She began to get worked up as she talked to her best friend Ginny Potter. Ginny married Harry right out of Hogwarts and they were expecting their first child, she was seven months along. Pregnancy agreed with Ginny, her red hair glowed like her fiery personality. Ginny worked as the Daycare Healer (equivalent to the school nurse). Ginny got up to get two cups of tea.
"I don't understand!" Hermione complained.
"Ive worked my ass off for two years and she still doesn't trust me enough to let me teach my own students!" she said rubbing her temples, to ease the headache she had.
Ginny walked (more like waddled) back over to Hermione's desk and lowered herself gingerly into a chair across from her. And set down the cups.
"Oh don't worry Hermione, you'll get a class of your own someday, and by the time your through with them, they'll be as smart as you!"Ginny said encouragingly as she took a sip of her tea.
Hermione sighed, and picked up her cup.
"Thanks...but I feel like I'm ready now, If only Bishop would give me the chance."
"Just keep working, you'll get there." Ginny said sympathetically.
Hermione replied "I hope so, I really do."
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Draco Malfoy sat in his office overlooking the view of the city, He had grown up, fast....too fast in his opinion. Over the past five years he had to deal with his fathers death, and his company Malfoy Incorporated , which he inherited from his father. He didn't need a job, because his inheritance was enough to last him ten lifetimes, but he found that he liked to work, because it gave him a sense of normalcy. He was stood at around 6' 2 , with steely silver eyes, and platinum blond hair, that fell into his eyes, it gave him an "I just fell out of bed look", and any woman would be lying if they said he wasn't absolutely gorgeous. But the most life changing thing that made him grow up, was …
"Daddy!!"
'Oh sweet merlin what now?' Draco thought.
"Daaaddddddyyyy!!!" the pitch increased two octaves.
"Ok, ok, I'm coming! I'm coming." He said, sighing. He reluctantly got out of his chair and headed toward the playroom right across the hall. As he walked into the room he nearly got pummeled by a tiny boy about three years old with blond hair and steely gray eyes, who was the spitting image of his father.
"Whats wrong now Alexander?" He said to the hyper little boy.
"Daddy I'm bored, can't you play with me?...please?"
"pretty please?"
"pretty pretty please?" he said jumping up and down. Draco sighed,
"I thought I told you, that Daddy has some very important business to attend to, and not to mention a meeting." He said with a hard glare.
Alex pouted, and hung his head. It seemed like his daddy didn't have time for him anymore.
Draco's expression softened when he saw his sons gloomy face.
"alright then, you got me, how about one game of hide n seek?"
Alex's face brightened instantly, "really?"
'ha ha the pout works every time' he thought mischievously
"One....two... Draco began.
Alex squealed and jumped up to find a hiding place, he looked around the room and spotted a large potted plant. 'ooh he'll never find me there' he gigged to himself, as he ducked behind the leafy plant.
"I know I have to pay more attention to him, but I can't keep him here at work everyday" Draco thought to himself, "The poor kid has nothing to do here." He knew what he had to do.
"nineteen...twenty! I wonder where Alex is?" he mused aloud. Hearing a giggle in a corner he looked at the large potted ficus in the corner of the playroom.
"Hmmmn...... I wonder..." Draco ran to the plant and grabbed Alex, he screamed in delight.
"Daddy you found me! Yaay!" He shrieked. Draco tickled him, and placed him back on the floor.
"Okay little man we need to talk." Draco said grinning at his silliness. He looked at his son, and saw a glimpse of his mother, who as soon as Alex was born ,dumped him in Draco's arms and eloped with his best friend Blaise Zabini. Alex's mother was Pansy Parkinson, a fact that he was not very proud of, though he wasn't exactly sober when Alex was conceived.
Draco tilted the glass up, almost upside down trying to get every drop of fire whiskey, down his throat. He was sitting in a velvet forest green armchair. He threw the empty bottle at the mantle
of the fireplace, it shattered into a thousand pieces. He was in the slytherin common room with the rest of slytherin, celebrating graduation. There was music, and nearly fifty bodies scantily
dressed gyrating and swaying to the music. He didn't feel like celebrating, he was angry, no.....scratch that, he was furious. He summoned another bottle of fire whiskey from Snape's private
stash. He drank, he drank away his anger, he drank away his hate and jealousy, but mostly he was trying to forget. He stopped bothering with the crystal glass anymore, and began drinking
straight from the bottle. The music was pumping through the air. He looked like a mad man, with a sinister look in his eyes. He felt something on his thigh, working its way up.
"What the fuck?" he said his words slurred, his vision faulty. He looked down and saw Pansy rubbing his leg,
"she smiles seductively for a drunk pug' thought Draco.
"Is there something thats bothering you Draco?" she asked coyly, batting her eyelashes. She swung her leg over his and straddled him.
"Maybe I can help to relieve some of your stress" she whispered breathlessly in his ear.
Draco smirked, maybe this was just the thing that could get his mind off...her.
"Daddy?" Alex said quietly
"What did you want to talk with me about?"
Draco had a glazed look in his eyes.
"Oh sorry Alex I just dozed off for a second there" he said shaking his head, as if to rid himself of his memories.
"So anyways how would you feel about going into daycare?"
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