Hello everyone! It's been a long time since I've written a story on here, and personally I think I'm suffering withdraw symptoms. So this is my attempt at getting back into the game, tell me what you think with your constructive criticism and thoughts!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter related (even though it would be awesome if I did)

School hadn't ever been the hard part, the hours of reading had actually stimulated her mind, and it didn't bother her that she had never attended a single high school dance. In fact sometimes she would see pictures of girls wearing tight dresses, faces caked in makeup, and shudder quickly before shutting off the computer and returning to the book she had just picked up at the library. Life as a teenager had never been hard, if anything it had been effortless and fantastic. It was almost as though Hermione had been made for school and the structure of a child living under their parents' roof. There wasn't anything that was beyond her comprehension and reach. Adulthood though, adulthood had started giving her a run for her money.

When you are in high school and a teacher gives you an assignment in your art class, it's easy to hop onto pinterest, find a picture that makes your hands itch to dance across paper, and recreate it in time for the submission deadline. But when you're a top executive assistant at one of the highest end interior design firms in the country, there are only so many hours you can pore over pinterest pages before the daunting truth is written in front of your eyes in curly artificial print: you're on your own on this one hunny.

This was very new to Hermione, she hadn't ever had to try. Sure she had put enough hours in to make any regular high schooler's head spin, but she never considered that work. That was fun. The challenge of getting that 'A', of beating her personal standards, had been an adrenaline rush. Now, the countless sleepless nights spent pouring out her mind onto paper, trying to add finishing details to a proposal that would meet her boss's standards, were not fun. They created no adrenaline rush, instead they made her want to fall asleep. But to rise to the top of a company, in a male dominated workforce, had always been a challenge Hermione was more than willing to except, and she was going to accept nothing less than triumph.

With that constantly in the back of her mind Hermione got up every morning, donned her slimming black pencil skirt, chosen top of the day, and shiny black heels. Working at the company she did required nothing but dedication and perfection, and Hermione easily rose to the challenge day in and day out, sacrificing almost everything to achieve her goal. Work was number one (if you didn't count her cat, Crookshanks) and she had done a very good job at maintaining that lifestyle, until a certain client was forced into her life. And packaged together with this gorgeous distraction is the chance to achieve her ultimate dream, a top spot in the company she has poured her life into. But will he prove too much for her to handle, will level headed Hermione be able to overcome the challenge presented in front of her? If it means she gets to sit in those comfy leather chairs, then she's going to have to.

So there it is, in all of its beauty. I know this was a precursor, a little taste of what is to come if you will, but if you guys like what you read I'll definitely be writing more! Just let me know what you think, it's always hard to judge your own work.

Thanks and much love to all of you