I've decided to attempt a Draco/Hermione full-length fic. (: I'm thinking around 12-15 chapters, possibly more. This takes place after the Deathly Hallows, minus the epilogue which did not exist. What epilogue? I think that's it. Well? Get to it! Read! (And hopefully enjoy!)
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Hermione Granger brushed back a wisp of auburn hair as she sat alone in a small meeting room at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Her soft facial features had long lost the innocence of childhood but retained the intelligent curiosity and determination that made her Hermione. The once bushy mass on her head had settled to curly waves of chestnut that fell to her middle back, complimenting her golden-flecked hazel eyes. Her petite frame boasted no particularly eye-catching features but Hermione Granger had nonetheless, grown up to be quite a woman.
Over two years ago, the epitome of evil in the Wizarding World, Voldemort and his Death Eaters, had finally been defeated by Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived. Lives were destroyed, lost, and ruined but life continued. Harry Potter had been nominated for Minister of Magic numerous times but after so much publicity his whole life, had turned down the job and instead gone to be a professional Quidditch player (Seeker, of course) and was earning thousands. He had been steadily dating Ginny Weasley for almost two years. Hermione kept in touch with both of her best friends and knew that any day now they would probably announce an engagement. Ron Weasley, as well as fellow Gryffindors Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan, had gotten a job at the Department of Magical Games and Sports in the Ministry and he and Hermione had stopped dating, but remained friends. She knew that he was dating another girl in his department, and was very happy for him, and relieved of the fact that she did not have to discuss Quidditch with him. Neville Longbottom was assisting Professor Sprout and hoped to teach Herbology one day. Luna took over The Quibbler and with her father, the magazine was as peculiar as always. For the most part, everyone had picked up the pieces of their lives, and moved on.
After all that had happened, Hermione felt that resuming her education had seemed so trivial, but with the part that she'd played in Voldemort's defeat, her excellent academic record, and her pure intellectual brilliance, she'd been hired as a Healer for St. Mungo's after two years of extensive training. The War had been cruel to the Wizarding World and the hospital was still constantly being flooded with patients. Some of the curses and hexes had lay dormant for a few years and then reappeared with excruciating and disastrous results. She'd been assigned to work with a partner, whom she now awaited, to find a cure for a particular hex.
As she looked out the window and watched the bustling witches and wizards of London who were working so hard to get their lives back to normal, her attention was diverted to the door opening. Her mouth formed a small 'o' as none other than Draco Malfoy walked in, his near white-blonde hair falling carelessly to his eyes, swirling silver pools that retained an imperturbable sangfroid. He too, had lost his childlike haughtiness, yet he still moved with an air of confidence and superiority, every action made with an aristocratic grace. Like his parents and ancestors, his presence was commanding and authoritative, but nonchalant and neutral as well. During the War, he had disappeared into hiding after his failed murder of Albus Dumbledore. Due to the fact that besides bearing the mark of the Death Eaters, he had not carried out any punishable tasks of Voldemort, he remained innocent, but watched by the somewhat reformed Ministry. He, however, had trained to work in the Potions Lab of St. Mungo's, and was hired after a series of tests and examination of his academic records. Upon noting Hermione in the room, he concealed his surprise better, but remained silent, testing the waters and waiting for her reaction first.
Each observed the other, noting the changes. Icy silver depths met fiery hazel ones, and the gaze was held for what seemed like hours. The hazel eyes questioned, the silver pools examined. Through eye contact only, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy portrayed the most calm and civilized conversation they'd ever had in their six years of having contact with the other. Finally, the gaze was broken.
"Granger," he spoke, with a collected and impartial voice and a small nod of his head.
"Malfoy," she replied, tilting her head slightly to the side, but otherwise showing no objection or animosity. She reached over and opened a book that had been lying next to her, and began to read as they waited for one of the top healers to come in and provide further instruction. He pulled out a chair and sat down. An unspoken truce had been agreed to. Putting aside past differences, they just wanted to get through whatever these next few weeks should prove to be with as little extra trouble as possible. A sort of peace settled.
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Lurves- Jadyn