Polar Ends
A fiction, by jaded choo
Rated T
Summary: (all OOC) Hermione and Draco used to be the best of friends at Hogwarts. They decided to set aside their differences and gradually began to know each other very well. However, on the last day of school, Draco walked up to Hermione and told her "I hate you" and broke her heart. Now, 10 years later, unbeknownst to each other they have to work in the same ministry, and Hermione tries to make Draco's life as miserable as he did to her so long ago. There's just one catch though. The only reason Draco said "I hate you" was because he loved her. And still do.
ONE: Hermione Granger
"Hey,"A voice shot in the air. It scared me so much that I dropped my books.
"Hey!" I said, turning around. Draco Malfoy stood right in front of me, his face grinning with pride. "I got an A in Snape's class!"
I nod, no surprise there. "Good job!" I say, nevertheless. He bent down to grab my books for me, although they've scrambled across the dirty ground. "It's alright, I got it," he smiled. I can't help but smile back. Against all odds, Draco Malfoy and I, Hermione Granger, had set aside our differences, and became best friends.
"Look, Hermione," Draco murmured, shuffling my books to my arms. I managed to balance myself just as he dropped about five thousand books on me. "Can I talk to you for a sec?"
Well, since he asked politely, I guess so. "What about? Is it something important? Because I really need to go to McGonagall for my valedictorian speech in like, five minutes."
Draco looked troubled. I noticed his hands were suddenly shaking violently. "No, it can wait. Go." He smiled at me, and then turned away, his hands in the pockets of his robes. I stood there, looking stupid, wondering what on earth Jesse wanted to talk to me about.
My apartment, I swear, is the smallest apartment ever. Why did Mr. Jiggles send me to the muggle world again? Oh yes, for a little "business" trip. My career in business management was not bad or anything. It paid well, and I ate, and had my fair share of sleep, and watched Three Weird Sisters perform live just a week ago. Life was normal, I guess. Except it's kind of not really normal for a 27-year-old. I mean, I'm not married or anything. It's not that I'm hideously ugly, besides the bushy hair, I mean. It's not that I haven't had a boyfriend or a commitment. It's that, like, even though I'm engaged to Harry, I still feel something missing in my life. It's probably the apartment. No, I really really think it's the apartment. It's so… hideously small.
Walking around the room, I laid out my clothes for today. A pink tank top with a string of lavender lace around the bosoms, and a pair of True Religion jeans. Plus a black blazer.
My life is like, sooo perfect. Yet, it's so… un-perfect. Know what I mean?
So then my phone rang about fifteen minutes ago. It was Mr. Jiggles. He told me that I have to stay for a month at this stupid Foreign Relations Ministry. Apparently, something went wrong with the account book there and no one could figure out what the problem was. He said I needed a vacation, and a non-enchanted place was just the way to go. Plus, I get to see my Harry tonight! We made dinner reservations at La Chantelle. I hope it's going to be a great night for Hermione Granger, Miss NERDY Nerd.
I walked out of my tiny apartment and drove my Porsche down the road. I guess me dressing normal for one day was nice. I mean, with my Chanel sunglasses on and a pale purple scarf around my neck, I was fashion itself. Man, look at those stares from the street. They envy me, I know. I have it all. Brains, beauty, a perfect fiancée, a good career, a nice car.
I am all.
And yet, I am lost.
I enter the ministry with a wide smile on my face. At the door guarding the entrance is a dark-complexioned wizard dressed in oldie robes, and with a crooked sneer, he led me into the grand hall. The grand hall was much bewitched to be a marble palace with a large running fountain in the center. Circling around the hall in small desks, there were goblins scribbling things onto pieces of parchment. This reminded me of that bank at Catere Alley. How interesting. The muggle world has found its parallel.
I told the wizard my name and who I am here on account of. I also asked him to help me find a Ms. Kloin. From his wide smirk that showed a yellow tooth sticking outward, I inferred that Ms. Kloin was not a nice woman. My thoughts were confirmed when I saw her for the first time.
"Good morning, Ms. Kloin," I said politely, reaching out my hand to hers.
A short, plump woman in half-moon spectacles looked at my hand, ignored it, and walked past me as if I was a ghost. Appalled by her rudeness, I followed her, watching her hunchback back sloping toward the other end, her silvery hair tied in a loose bun. Everything about her made her look, well, hobo-ish.
"Excuse me!" I shouted from behind her. The other wizard has already left, attending to business from other clients. The old lady turned around, a flick of annoyance surfacing her hazel eyes.
"Yes?"
I smile, wanting to give her a good impression. "I am here on account of—" Before I even got to finish, she shoved me an empty cup. "Go fetch me some coffee. Dark, no sugar," she commanded.
How very rude. I'm not her secretary. Although I don't see why anyone else would be. I'd probably stab myself to death after an hour with that lady. Oh well, here I go. I walk toward the café, grabbed a plastic cup for me, and pressed the coffee button. I swear, I waited for the longest time before a rich, creamy smell shot up my nostrils.
Putting my cup of coffee aside, I press the button again for Ms. Kloin's coffee. "Dark, no sugar," I commanded, and the coffee machine slid out exactly what I ordered. Sighing, I place her cup on the table next to the coffee-maker, and began to take a sip of mine. Hmmm… what rich taste! It's been a long time since I've relaxed and actually enjoyed some coffee.
It was then fate played a really weird joke on me. Someone walked into me for no reason and spilled coffee on my shirt. I shrieked loudly, so loud that the whole office turned towards me for some reason. The person who spilled coffee said "I'm so sorry" and tried to clean it off with a napkin he took from the counter.
I cannot believe my very own eyes. It was at this time that my heart started beating super fast too.
I also cannot believe he's there. Right in front of me.
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