Second story. Hope you like it!
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Hermione could feel her heart beating as she neared the big black door. She, hesitantly, lifted her hand toward the brass knocker and felt the cold metal touch her skin. The iciness sent a shiver down her spine as she tapped lightly. A deafening bang erupted from her actions and she jumped back in surprise.
"Come in", a harsh, once-familiar voice called. She obeyed the order and entered the dark room. A pair of cold, grey eyes awaited her, a spattering of hair falling down over them and shading them from her view.
"What do you want?, the voice barked, causing a thrill of fear to course through her veins.
She took a step further, her eyes straining to determine the features hidden behind the curtain of blonde hair.
The person looked up and stepped forward into the moonlight coming through the only window in the room.
"Draco", Hermione breathed.
Hermione woke with a jolt. The dream was back! It had evaporated from her mind for the last month or so as she worried about work but, now that she had relaxed, it reappeared.
"Draco", she whisper softly. She closed her eyes briefly then glanced at her alarm clock. 6:45 am. She sighed and dragged herself out of bed.
In the kitchen she observed that Lavender had already left for work. The toaster sat on the side and a cup of coffee awaited her on the table. She smiled. Lavender was an angel sometimes.
As there were no bread crumbs or dirty plates in the sink, Hermione deduced that Harry and Ron were still asleep.
She drank her coffee and put a few slices of toast on a plate, then, noticing that it was already half past seven, marched upstairs to wake her friends.
She knocked on Ron's door until she heard him move, then opened Harry's door. She sat on his bed and stroked his hair softly as he stirred.
"Mione", Harry murmured sleepily. He opened his eyes and looked up at her. He smiled and sat up, sliding his arm around her as he did. He hugged her then threw back the covers and got up. Hermione left him to dress and returned to the kitchen, shouting that she was going to work but there was coffee and toast on the table.
Taking her bag from where she had left it in the hall the night before and adding the paperwork from the dining room, Hermione pocketed her key and left the house.
Arriving at St. Mungo's, where she was working as Chief Healer to the Aurors, Hermione headed to her desk on the sixth floor. She unloaded her overpacked bag onto the equally full desk and sat down.
Hermione had finished school a year before and got a five-bedroomed, terrace house in Muggle London with Ron, Harry and Lavender. Ginny , who was in her 7th and final year of Hogwarts: school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was planning to move into the fifth bedroom the following year.
Once Hermione had settled into the house she applied for a job at St. Mungo's as a healer, where she finished her training in record time. Last month, however, a promotion was offered to her in the Auror department, which she took in order to protect Harry and Ron, currently in their second year of training.
Hermione's life was pretty perfect and just the way she'd always imagined it. And, in essence, she was happy. After all, she told herself, it's not as if you'd have much of a life with Draco Malfoy!
The truth was , Hermione and the young master Malfoy had had, what you could call a relationship. Malfoy's hatred towards her seemed to evaporate in their seventh year and, as his friendly advances continued, Hermione found herself admiring the Slytherin sex-god. Then he kissed her and everything changed. Their last six months at Hogwarts were spent passing secret notes and meeting in empty passageways. Her affection for the grey-eyed man grew until Hermione thought her heart would burst.
The night before they graduated, he told her he loved her but would not allow her to say it back. She would always remember his words. Those words that made her life shatter.
The next day he married Pansy Parkinson and Hermione knew that she would never be completely happy again.
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