Chapter 1: That was so cliche.

It didn't seem one-hundred percent real until I was moving my belongings into the tiny desk space in the new office. I'm going to be a publisher! No, I am a publisher.

This job couldn't get any better.

"Ms. Granger, I assume that you will be able to handle things from here?"

"Yes, and thank you again, for everything."

"You have no reason to thank me, Ms. Granger, I am merely repaying you a favor. You helped save the wizarding world the least I can do is give you a tiny job offer." a warm smile began to form on Aberforth's face, and one found itself on my face too.

I was beyond happy. I was beyond grateful. And I was beyond relieved. This depression the wizarding world has been in has shattered, and I am thankful. Life can be peaceful now. It can be simple. I can be in love with Ron and not worry about loosing him every time I turn my head. Harry is finally safe, and he can be with Ginny, the love of his life. Everything can go as planned now. No interruptions by some bald headed, no-nosed, snake tongued freak. Just bliss.

And then there is this job. This job means everything to me. Getting payed to read? It's every bookworm's dream.

I placed the final stack of pencils in their place and stood back to admire my work. Everything was coming together.

Like pieces of a puzzle.

That was so cliche.

Like pieces of a pie?

"Granger?" I stood frozen in time as a rush of cold almost knocked the breath out of me. I knew that voice. That voice that had taunted and teased me for years and years in end. And with the voice comes the eyes. Those silver eyes that were cold as ice as he watched me being tortured. I could have sworn he was in Azkaban with his damned father.

But here he is. The cold voice, with cold eyes to match. So much for bliss.

I clear my throat and turn around slowly, trying to prepare myself for his hateful glare. But nobody could have prepared me for what I did see. It shattered me, broke my hate into tiny microscopic pieces and threw them into fire.

He was sad. So sad. And broken. His striking blond hair was up on ends and he had bags like an old witch under his eyes. His tie was wrinkled, along with his shirt, and his pants were a little to short for his legs.

"Malfoy?" My voice came out tinier than I had wanted. Tension hung in the air like thick smoke; it was suffocating me.

"You work here?" He asks casually, running his hand through his hair, raking it out of his eyes.

"Uhhh...I uhh...yeah, yeah I do?" I stuttered and his perfect blond eyebrow shot up.

"You don't sound too sure." He asked with a smirk on his face. My cheeks flamed, "it just surprised me that you work here, that's all." I said quietly and his deep laughter filled the room, bouncing off the walls and echoing into the hallway.

"I'm surprised that you aren't staying at home and being Weasel's little bitch."

My eyebrows shot up. Ouch. That stung.

"Yeah, I'm surprised that you aren't in Azkaban. I specifically remember you being a death eater." I spat without looking at him. I knew that would hurt him. His laughter stopped and he stood still for a second before leaving my office and closing the door softly behind.

My hands came up and rubbed my face, could I be any more of a bitch?

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Sooooooo I had this new idea and decided to play on it. Why not, right? I would like to know how you like the beginning. I know it's short but that's only because I'm just trying it out. It's a sort of Demo, so to speak. But if I go through with it, then it will be around 25 chapters long. Anyway, thank you for reading, ily!

P.S. : I have this story posted on another account here but i forgot the password to it so im posting again...