I've been reading fanfiction for a while now and this is my first attempt. Let me know your thoughts :) I am planning to update at least weekly.
Hermione stormed into her office, muttering to herself and slamming her door shut so forcefully that it positively vibrated. That had not gone according to plan. Perhaps comparing the entire Wizengamot to babbling baboons hadn't been the best idea. They reminded her of Nifflers, so destructive and bothersome in their sole quest for all things bright and shiny, but instead of wanting to cuddle them you wanted to drown them in the nearest lake. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. She had become so good at controlling her temper, Hermione mused, until she had been forced to spend time with a certain pain in the ass.
Thinking of the ferret brought a rather feral look to her otherwise quite pretty face. She thought back with fondness to this time last year, when the only interaction they had was a slight nod of the head in greeting when they ran into each other at the Ministry. It had been with great surprise when 10 months ago, she discovered Malfoy waiting for her, in her office, in her chair, looking for all the world like he belonged there.
It had been a particularly harrowing day in the Wizengamot, she had been sneered at, ridiculed, and her Muggle heritage hinted at more than once. Just the norm really, but she had worked so long and so hard on this bill, amending it according to their 164 suggestions from last time, that she couldn't believe they had rejected it again. How could they not see giving werewolves free access to Wolfsbane was not only in their best interests but the general publics too? Ignorant assholes the lot of them. To then find Malfoy waiting for her on her return had been the cherry on top and she had decided to hex first and ask questions later.
Hermione started to grin as she remembered the priceless look on Malfoy's face as he realised he had been hit with Ginny's quite infamous Bat Bogey hex. The look of shock had quickly been replaced with one of rage and Hermione had found herself pinned up against the wall with a wand to her throat. She had angrily glanced up to see stormy grey eyes glaring down at her and then he suddenly released her as if she was on fire.
"Malfoy what the hell are you doing in my office?" Hermione shrieked. "Granger, first you hex me and now you yell at me? Is that anyway to treat the guy who is about to make your dreams come true?" He had the gall to wink at her as he smugly sat back down in her chair. "What would you know about my dreams Malfoy?" she spat out. "I know you just had one of them pulverised yet again," Malfoy smirked at her. The urge to hex him again was stronger than ever and her wand hand twitched.
Hermione had however been working on reigning in her temper ever since the Yule Ball in 4th year, when her loss of control had resulted in chunks of flesh being torn from Ron. She closed her eyes and thought back to the breathing techniques her therapist had recommended. Deep breath in for five, hold for five, release for five. And repeat. Malfoy meanwhile began to look rather worried as the seemingly indestructible Hermione Granger appeared to have a breakdown before his very eyes. "Eh Granger you ok?" he tentatively asked. When she opened her eyes she no longer looked like she wanted to skin him alive, but instead she just looked rather weary. "As you have so insightfully realised, today something very dear to my heart was crushed yet again and so if you're here to rub it in then please just leave."
Malfoy stood up abruptly and she opened the door, expecting him to walk out. Instead she found herself being manoeuvred into her chair and a tumbler of whiskey being poured for her. How he had discovered her secret stash she had no idea. She warily looked up at him as he lounged in the chair opposite. "I told you Granger I'm here to make your dreams come true."