Full Summary: After the war with Voldemort was finally over, Hermione felt she could live a normal and peaceful life. But when she lands a job as personal assistant to the new Minister of Magic, things were going ok. But when it turns out to be George Weasley, her life could become anything but normal!
Chapter One
Everything was going perfectly fine. At least for Hermione Granger, that is. The time had come and passed when Harry, Ron and her had defeated Voldemort and the whole wizarding world knew about it and the Golden Trio was even more famous then they were before.
Always grabbing the front page of the Daily Profit and several other popular wizarding newspapers. Hermione was happy with the way things turned out after the war, though she had to admit it wasn't how she pictured it.
At least Harry and Ginny ended up together after the gossip of the war had passed. And all the people who were involved with the war got what was coming to them. So to speak, Lucious Malfoy and family were shut up in Azkaban the moment they were captured.
No need of evidence to place them there. All of them but Draco Malfoy are sitting in their cells as this story keeps going. The dementors draining them at every moment of all their happy memoies. Though I find it hard that any Death Eater would have any 'happy' memories to be taken from them in he first place.
Now back to Draco. He had turned against Voldemort right before the final battle began. He lost his life in the battle as he tried to save Harry from the killing curse, Avada Kedavera, that had been a surprise move sent by Voldemort.
And his funeral was one of the most tragic anyone had been to. Harry had even gotten on his knees before Draco's grave to thank him for his gesture. It was all really touching, besides the fact that he was buried at Azkaban. Dumbledore wasn't able to prove his innocence before he died.
Ron was doing okay as well. Maybe not as good as Harry and Ginny in the romantic department, but doing well all the same. A few of the Weasley's had died during the war, including Arthur, Charlie, Bill, Percy and other distant Weasley relations.
But let us get back to the main point of this story. Hermione. She had lost so many friends from Hogwarts during the war but always seemed cheerful and brave to keep everyone elses spirits up. Many people had noticed this, and once graduated from Hogwarts, Hermione was offered many job offers as a top Healer in the wizarding community from the best around.
Of course being Hermione, she turned them all down. She felt like she didn't really earn them as much as other people would have. The only thing she did during the war was heal the people that were hurt by the curses. While Harry and Ron did the actual work.
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Hermione was heading to work early that morning, as the newest personal assistant to the newly appointed Minister of Magic. One she didn't even vote for in the first place. In fact, Hermione didn't vote at all, so she had no idea what the person looked like, let alone his name!
She was happily walking down the darkened hall to her new office, a cup of coffee in hand aloing with a stack of paper work she was to do that day. The clicking of her high heals echoed off the tall walls that made up the small corridor of stone.
The hall she was walking down was only for the assistance and special staff the Minister of Magic talked to every day. That being her new job, Hermione like the fact that she could go somewhere in the overly crowded building where others weren't
She came to a stop before a door she assumed to be her new office, seeing as her name was printed in big spider like cursive across the plaque on the door . "Well, can you believe it." Hermione thought as she took a chug of her coffee. "I get a name plate and everything!"
With one last look at her name in the gold writing, Hermione pulled open the door and stepped inside. The room was fairly decent for what she was concerned. She had the image that she was going to have possibly even a smaller office then Arthur Weasley with her job. " I guess my part is even more important then I thought it was." She said when she noticed two more doors, one on either side of the room.
Her curiosity got the best of her as always, thanks to the influence Harry, Ron and Ginny, and searched behind the door on her left. To her amazement it turned out to be a small bathroom, complete with shower and everything.
"Is that a hot tub in the back?" Hermione arched her neck to get a better look around the big shower that was standing in the middle of the room. A loud pop was heard right behind Hermione and she jumped in surprise when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Eeeeeeeek!" Another hand soon found it's way to her mouth to stop her shrieking. Hermione was a little more then freaked out at the whole situation, and kneed the person in the place the sun doesn't shine. At least it's not supposed to shine there…
Hermione calmed her breathing down a little and turned to face her 'attacker.' She immediately cursed herself. It was George Weasley. Hermione rushed to his side and put her hands around him as she tried to life him onto his feet.
George looked at her and started laughing. A Weasley triat, Hermione guessed. "Sorry Geroge! I thought someone was going to hurt me." Hermione's voice was barely keeping her laughter hidden. George stood up and walked over to Hermione's desk.
Hermione watched him curiously, as he fiddled with pens and pencils that were in the cup holder. "George, if you don't mind my asking but, what are you doing here?" She said as she walked over to the chair positioned behind her desk. She sat down and waited for his answer, but it never came.
Instead, he laughed. He looked at Hermione once his fit of laughter was calmed down, flashing her a devilish smile. "I work here." He said, with the most hope that Hermione would keep asking questions. She looked at him and frowned. "I sort of figured out that part of this puzzle, George."
"I want to know what you are doing here in my office?" Hermione put down her coffee and paper stuffed folders and got situated for the rest of the day ahead of her. George on the other hand, was smiling at her, not being able to believe she worked on this floor.
"If you do work here George, then what happened to the Weasley's Wizard Weazes?" That was one thing she wanted to know. He wasn't the type of person to give up something he worked on for a lower, and less exciting job.
"My work here is going to start the company with a new lead of products and popularity. It will be known world wide as the best wizards joke shop in the wizarding world." He said in a rather bored tone, as he stopped messing with the pens and pencils and went to turning the oil lamp on and off.
"Well I'm afraid you must go, for I have a lot of work to do and the Minister of Magic should be here at any minute." Hermione stated while grabbing a folder and opening it. George just looked at her with a dangerous smile before saying, "But Hermione, the Minister of Magic is already here."
Shooting her head up and looking all around the room, Hermione was desperately trying to fix herself to appear presentable to the new Minister of Magic. George laughed yet again at her antics but pushed it aside.
"Where is he! George you should go now, I don't want to get you in trouble or anything!"
Hermione started pushing George across the room to the door. George stopped and looked at. "But Hermione, I am the Minister of Magic." Georges face couldn't be any more serious then it already was.