To reform someone; to change someone; is practically a miracle, and unfortunately not all miracles end well. When was there ever a time when you heard of a miracle in the long run ever really working out? People just end up forgetting all about the so-called miracle that happened and we never know what happened to that person.
I have a point to all of this, so I should probably start at the beginning...
Picture a cottage..
Hermione Granger had never been late in her entire life, especially to the first day of work, and today was the first day of work and today she was late. She was struggling, whipping her wand around, yelling different spells to change into different clothes and the ones she didn't like she didn't have enough time to put back into drawers so they were left scattered on the floor.
As she finally figured out what she was fine wearing, she turned, and as she turned a sock caught around her heel, and she face-planted head first onto the floor. Yelling and cursing in more than one language, she spat blood from her mouth having split he lip open, but the job was much more important than her well-being and she pushed herself up, frantically shoving hair out of her eyes and she stumbled forwards, racing down the stairways and to the fireplace where she disappeared in a flash.
She arrived at the Ministry of Magic's lobby, and still trying to catch her balance from the fall, rushed as quickly as she could to the last magical elevator that was going up, collapsing against the back wall of the elevator.
"In a rush?" came a smooth drawl from the only other person who was standing in the elevator. She could only see their shoes. Male. Alligator shoes. Brown.
"Er, yes, actually. First day." Hermione rushed; stammering.
"Hah! Surprised to see the infamous Granger so distraught over a first day at work."
The first thought that went through Hermione's mind was: shit.
She lifted her head slowly, hair still sticking to her forehead and cheeks to see a very tall, suave looking Draco Malfoy looking down at her with a raised eyebrow and a upper-class smirk.
"Well Granger, contrary to popular belief I am not in Azkaban and I am not wasting my years away drinking fire whiskey alone, or beating a 'wife'."
Hermione faltered, clumsily sweeping the hair out of her eyes again. "I never implied that at all Malfoy!"
He shook his head and made a clicking noise with her tongue as he did, "You know we aren't at Hogwarts anymore. The War is over, and there's no reason to act childish."
It was Hermione's turn to raise an eyebrow to him. Draco had, for some unknown reason still to this day, shown up on the 'good' side of the battle and had even helped put his own father in Azkaban. Right after the War Malfoy had disappeared, no one knew where he had gone, not even his own mother who was dying.
"You do realize you made most of my years at school a living hell, right?"
"Well, I apologize for that Ms. Granger, but you know what they say," he held out a hand to her and tilted his head to the side, his infamous smirk turning into a charming smile, "The past is the past. No need to dwell on it."
She faltered again.
"Don't worry Granger, I don't bite."
Rolling her eyes, Hermione shoved her hand into his, shaking it roughly before yanking it away from him, "Hard, anyways." She muttered under her breath, but it was loud enough for Draco to hear and he let out a chuckle.
"Yes well, Hermione," he started, "I think I can make up for loss time now, and being such a bloody bastard to you."
Hermione looked up him questioningly just as the elevator door's slid open. "Why do you say that?" she asked.
"Because I'm your partner, Hermione." And he stepped out of the elevator, sliding down the long hallway.
Hermione followed him, sulking the entire way.
I own nothing.