The Battle of Like Minds

by measurebeyondwit

Hermione Granger is in a high position of authority in the Department of Mysteries. Draco Malfoy however is simply interested in getting a job, any job. Life after the war has been remarkably different for both of them, and sometimes, even a simple job interview might be enough to show them both that the past is the past, and moving on is the real war being fought.

1. The Loaded Gun

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, all credit goes towards JK Rowling for making remarkable characters that I adore.

Yes, this is the first chapter, no I have no idea how many more I'll have.

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The large office was a bit chilly, there was a draft coming from the 3 panned windows, and the space between the dark wood flooring and the light wood door was expansive. But other than that, Hermione Granger had no other complaints. Her position was high enough now in the Department of Mysteries that she got a fantastic view, brilliant pay, and finally the ability to hire those who would be working under her. It was a tedious job, and a secret one at that. This wasn't the sort of job that a social aristocrat should have been interested in, but Hermione Granger had an interview with a potential employee, and he happened to be Draco Malfoy.

Hermione was nervous, although she wasn't quite sure as to why. She had been through this process several times, and already knew what questions she would ask, and what qualifications would be necessary for a person to obtain a job in this Department. But this was Draco Malfoy. This was the boy that for so many years tortured her, and spit vulgar names at her simply because of her blood. This was the boy that tried to kill Dumbledore. This was the boy that when forced to take sides chose the wrong one, but then chose his family in the end. This was the boy who most certainly was still not a boy, and who happened to be knocking on her sturdy door.

Bam Bam. Bam Bam.

"Come in!" Hermione squeaked out, composing herself behind her desk in the most professional manner possible before standing up to receive him.

The large figure twisted the door knob, and walked with surprising grace over the threshold into the office. His grey eyes were wary, like he was waiting for something, or someone to jump out at him at any moment. Actually, his entire body was rigid, like he could smell the potential for a fight in the air and had to be ready at a moment's notice. Other than the rigidity, he just simply looked tired, like he had been running for years without stopping and just now was catching his breath. Hermione knew that post-war would be a difficult world for someone like Draco to live in, but she wasn't under the impression that it would be as difficult as to make him look like the living dead. Not that he didn't look attractive, and not that she was sympathizing with the school bully, but, well, he did, and she was, and this interview was going to be a bigger challenge than she thought.