Disclaimer. I already have a few chapters written on this one. Each chapter is in a different point of view. Draco and Hermione's.

And sorry for any spelling errors, I'm a terrible proof reader, and I tend to misspell things quite a bit.

Chapter one; That was unexpected [Draco]

Today is my review at work, my son's ninth birthday and my wife Asteria's sister anniversary party. The plan is to go to my review at 11:30, keep it short and snappy, get in get out, get promoted, the works, then be home by 12 at least wish Scorpious a happy manhood and lastly drool my way through Daphne and Theodore Nott's anniversary party. Easy plan.

Not exactly. I had not been promoted like I expected, but demoted. It was not part of my plan to be demoted, but it especially wasn't part of my plan to be demoted by my new would-be boss. A Ms. Granger. Hermione Granger.

My morning routine was, well, routine. I woke up, ate breakfast with my family- my least favorite part of the day- prepared myself for the day; brushed my hair, teeth, slipped into one of my fine black suits, had my wife straiten my tie, all the usual.

The Ministry of Magic was packed, as always, random assorted wizards cluttering the halls, many of them in predicaments of magical sorts as usual. The elevators were crowded with messages and tall, obnoxious wizards, and even the halls of the upper Ministry were cluttered with disgraces to the Wizard name.

I walked the hall with a bored indifference, going over my plan for the day, mostly the part about what I was going to say to my son. I know he was young and really didn't care, but I cared. He would one day carry my legacy so I'd have to teach him the trade.

When I say that I was surprised upon seeing the sight of a much taller, much more grown version of one of my childhood rivals, would be understating it. When I walked into my office to see a Hermione Granger waiting on me, I was thoroughly astounded.

My office is big, well organized, and of course tacked with pictures of myself and my family. It had always been home to me. It was awkward seeing Hermione Granger in my home.

I paused upon entering the room, my eyes caught hold of those big coffee orbs of hers, and I faltered in step.

I recognized her on the spot. Curly brunette hair, smooth skin, pink lips. I knew her face like I knew my own. It had haunted me as a child. I tilted my head at her and she regarded me in attentive silence.

"Granger?" I addressed her. "May I ask what your doing in my office." She answered me by taking a seat.

She smiled at me softly as I picked up step again, walking around to my desk. I sat on the other side of the stack of papers and watched her uninterestedly through my hands as soon as I gained the right posture.

"Draco Malfoy. It's been so long." The tint of nostalgia that hinted her pretty voice was confusingly sweet. "I've always wondered what I'd do when I saw you again after so long, but now that I'm here I'm so empty." Her eyes locked on mine. "I can't think of anything to say."

I squinted at her. "Let me get this strait, you came all the way into my office to tell me that you have nothing to say to me?" I asked, smirking.

She rolled her eyes. "You haven't changed."

I tilted my head. "Really now? I'm serious Granger, is this all you have to say because I have a job to do…"

"Not anymore…" Her voice cut in between mine with a limber curtness.

"Excuse me?"

She blinked twice. "The Minister gave me two options, take a job just under you, or just take your job." She grinned. "In three weeks I'll give him my decision, and you're job will depend on that. I came here today to attempt to reason with you. I am no secretary Draco Malfoy. I will not accept a job that doesn't use my skills properly."

My mind picked up every word in slow motion. The world around me stopped and contrarily my pulse sped up intensely. "Your…Taking my job?" I asked slowly, leaning forward.

In a mirroring motion, Granger leaned back and crossed her legs. "I can take your job Malfoy. I have the ability, that doesn't mean I have to. That's why I'm here." She grinned. "If you honestly want your job, show me that your worth it. Prove it Malfoy." Standing unexpectedly gracefully she leaned in, placing both of her hands on my desktop. I noticed irrelevantly that she had on a wedding ring. Old, not quite tarnished, just second-hand. Probably a family heirloom. "If your really the Draco Malfoy I know, you wouldn't loose. Especially to me."

With that she reached in her pocket and set a letter on my desk, turned and walked out my door without saying another word. I listened to the small heels of her business-like shoes tap all the out my door and into the hallway feeling a hot sweat come to my skin.