DISCLAIMER; I do not own the characters of this story! They belong to J., sole creator of Harry Potter. I am but a humble lover of her works and I have therefore attempted to do her amazing characters justice!
This story takes place two years after the final battle. It revolves mostly around Ron and Hermione, with a hint of Harry and Ginny in there as well. I hope you enjoy the story.
How on earth could she have slept late? Now everything was crashing down around her and she had no idea what people expected of her any longer. No one seemed to care much about her past, so long as she did her job as she was told. Oh well, she knew that it would be fine right? No one would judge her, especially not when she told people about the night she had. That was enough to make anyone cry. Sighing softly, she jogged down the hallway of the building towards her office. It was nice not to have to share an office with someone else. It seemed like all the aurors needed to have to share, but they got off scott free. There really was no reason behind that but the young woman was not going to speak out. She liked to be her own person. She liked not having anything to tie her down.
Walking down the hallway, she flipped through the papers in her arms. She needed to look as though she had some idea of what they were going to talk about. As she rounded a corner, she crashing into a young woman coming around. Groaning, she dropped to her knees, picking up papers. " Just my luck. " she muttered as she got up and looked around to make sure everything was there. Seeing the clip from her hair on the ground, she knelt down once more. Picking it up, she shook her head and just rested it against the folders within her arms. The twenty year old too a deep breath and kept walking along as she passed a few other co-workers. Smiling, a few seemed to get the idea that she was late and moved aside to let her pass.
Seeing the outline of her door, she felt her body relax a tad. There was no one there left and she knew that everything would be okay in the end. She was still early...hopefully. As she walked over to the door, she smiled softly. Taking her key out, she unlocked the office. It was a strange thing in this place, but it gave her piece of mind. Along with all the other protection spells on the place. With a smile, she opened the door to the room and scanned around. No one. Good. Walking to her desk, she put the files down. Everything in the office was neat and orderly. Efficient. Everything the way she had always liked it. Hermione Granger gave a happy smile and looked around her comfortable office. A fire was in the fireplace, adding the comfort of home. Book shelves lined two of the walls, filled with books and novels-both work and non-work related. As she started to look at files, she opened her desk drawers and started to put some of them away, leaving four out. Just in case others didn't remember to bring their own files.
The office was her home away from home. Everything she had here, she needed at her small flat as well. Other then Crookshanks. That was the one thing she couldn't bring here. Sitting down behind her wooden desk, she sat in the comfortable chair softly, waving ehr wand with a smile. A small cup and saucer appeared, filling itself with tea. Breakfast. Finally, she looked at the clip sitting on her desk and picked it up, throwing it in a drawer and grabbing a hair elastic. Carefully, the young woman took the dark curls and pulled them into a messy knot(aka a messy bun), letting it hang at the nape of her neck. Looking in the small mirror, she frowned softly. She wasn't pretty. If she had been, maybe she would have been happily married by now. Not running around, pretending to have boyfriends and lovers. That was only for work. To get the job done. Brown eyes were outlined with dark lashes, though they held a sort of sadness and knowing there. Too much seen throughout the war that had raged for years. A small scar was left upon her throat from where Bellatrix had placed a knife against her neck, ready to murder her, drawing blood.
Getting up quietly, the young woman slipped her heels off of her feet. walking around the office in her bare feet, she sighed quietly. The feeling was wonderful when your feet were so sore. Stopping, she looked at her outfit, to make sure she had picked something workable when she rushed from the house. A simply white tank top with a long sleeve teal V-neck over top. On the bottom, she wore a simple black skirt, which she smoothed the crinkles out of carefully. Waving her wand, black flats replaced the heels she had discarded and she stepped into them before going back to her desk, sipping the dark liquid that she had grown fond of while working. It was better than coffee anyways.
As she flipped through files, a knock came on the door. " Come right in " she called with a smile and looked up as the door open. That is when she almost fainted on the spot. " Ronald Weasley? " she whispered standing up carefully.
A young man strode into the room, flaming red hair just as long as it had been back at school. Blue-green eyes laughed with the essence of a joke that was hidden from her. It was strange to walk into the office of an old girlfriend; epically one that you hadn't seen or spoke to in years. Clearing his throat, Ronald Weasley walked into the office and closed the door behind him with a smile. " Hello there Miss Granger. " he said with a smile and looked at her, smirking. The girl before him looked completely and utterly stunned. With a laugh, he sipped his coffee and walked over to the chairs before her desk and placed his files and coffee down. " It seems, we have both been assigned to this project. I hope we can work-" He said, trying to be pleasant. All too quickly, Hermione cut him off.
" That is more then enough Mr. Weasley. I'm not happy about this, and I would like you to try and act like a mature adult? Now, take a seat and we'll begin working upon the stories, looks and such for this to all work out. Hopefully, it goes as smoothly and painlessly as possible. " she said coldly and sat back down behind her desk carefully.
" Bloody hell Hermione. " Ron said with a frown, only to get an icy look from the brunette before him. " Right..sorry. " he said and rubbed the back of his neck timidly. This was going to be interesting.