Author note:
Disclaimer!
In this story there is no Voldemort. There is no hatred of muggleborns, mudbloods and such. Harry, Ron and Hermione grew up normally and went to school with Draco at Hogwarts. They didn't like each other much in school, but that is over now. Now they are all grown up and adults living in the Wizarding world.
Expect short chappies initially and none that will be too drastically long, just trying to do a laid back story here.
Happy Reads!
Chapter 1
Hermione Granger ran through the pouring rain with a folded copy of the daily prophet held over her head, attempting to keep her hair orderly and dry. Her heels clicked erratically as she hurriedly cut across the muggle street and dodged a soaked black BMW. Relieved that she had finally reached her destination, The Leaky Cauldron, she sighed heavily and yanked open the heavy wooden door of the pub. The atmosphere inside of The Leaky Cauldron was the complete opposite of the torrential onslaught of rain outside. Buzzing with witches and wizards who spoke jovially amongst one another, with drinks flowing and a roaring fire in the middle of the pub it was warm and friendly. Hermione tilted her head and looked around the outskirts of the pub as she replaced her copy of the Prophet back into her black purse. She paced around several tables and frowned when she realized that though she was running fifteen minutes late, the person she was there to meet seemed to be running late as well. "Damned rain," she muttered to herself as she headed toward the bar to take a seat until he arrived. She ordered mead and sipped smoothly while she pulled out a file from her purse to read in the meantime while she waited.
Hermione Granger had graduated in the top of her class from Hogwarts nearly 8 years ago. Although she could have gotten a job anywhere with her grades and reputation Hermione had surprised everyone by selecting a path in politics and law upon graduation. She attended a Wizarding Law school where she graduated early, again top of her class, while she balanced high profile internships at the Ministry of Magic. Then had surprised everyone, yet again, by taking on a most unlikely and controversial job title: campaign manager for the muggle Prime Minister. The Prime Minister had won the election with more votes than any other previous Prime Minister in history without using any magic besides Hermione's high intelligence. The Prime Minister himself, as well as almost all of Britain knew that it was all because of Hermione Granger and her particular brilliance. The Prime Minister had naturally offered Hermione a job on his staff once in office; however she had turned down the offer and returned to the Wizarding world, but not before breaking the news to the newly elected Prime Minister about the Wizarding world. When she returned there was a flurry of job offers all of which she had no interest in. Hermione in light of her campaign experience had made the decision to establish her own consulting business. She now worked for herself and had private clients who would seek her out and that she would serve for as a variety of things: lawyer, counselor, investigator and adviser. Her list of clients often held significant posts of power and prestige and Hermione enjoyed her work immensely. At twenty five years old Hermione Granger had built a reputation that she was determined to protect and be recognized as a force to be reckoned with. She was brilliant, powerful, a self proclaimed workaholic and beautiful. All of which mattered greatly to her next client.
Hermione shuffled through the papers in the file she had removed from her bag and sipped her mead as she looked down a list of transactions from Gringotts over the past six weeks. Her current client was a widow who was certain that her recently deceased husband had left behind a mistress and a fat trust fund for her greedy most likely manicured claws. Hermione had been on the case for less than forty eight hours and could clearly see that the widow's suspicions were accurate and didn't even know why the woman had hired her. Sometimes when things were obvious, but painful people's denial would suddenly kick in. Hermione believed that was the case in this situation. She replaced the paper and tilted her head back finishing her mead. A man dressed coolly in blue suddenly took a seat beside Hermione and ordered not only himself a drink, but her as well. "A double firewhiskey please, and another mead for the lady." Hermione gasped and choked on the mead in her throat. She knew that voice anywhere. Faster than a bolt of lightning striking she twisted in her seat and looked wildly at the unmoved man sitting beside her.