This is my first attempt at writing my own fanfic. I've always read them, but I've never participated myself. Let me know what you think and if I should continue or only read them in the future. Thanks!
"You have got to be kidding me!" Hermione said exasperatedly. She couldn't believe the Minister of Magic would even consider sanctioning such a preposterous idea.
"Your opinion is duly noted, Hermione, but I'm afraid I see no problem with this." the Minister stated, shrugging his shoulders at her from across his desk. He opened his mouth as if to speak then closed it again. Finally he said,
"I know your history with this event and why you are against it, but with the new security measures I see no reason to fear harm to come to any of the children." The Minister's tone was enough for Hermione to understand the topic was no longer up for discussion.
"Have you chosen anyone to go in your behalf?" Hermione asked, taking in the Minister's appearance. The bags under his blue eyes did nothing for his complexion and his entire body seemed to sag in exhaustion. She knew he was overworking himself, and this tournament did nothing but increase the load. Luckily he wasn't going to attend the planning process occurring at Hogwarts this summer. He was going to send someone to speak in his behalf instead.
"Yes, I have taken it into consideration and I don't think anyone could represent me as well as my assistant." The Minister couldn't help but smile at the astonished look Hermione was giving him. Hermione quickly closed the mouth she had unconsciously opened in shock.
"But Mr. Master, I don't even agree with this! Why would you send me?"
Harold Master gave an appreciative laugh. Leaning his elbows on his desk and smiling he said, "It's not the end of the world, I promise. For one, you would be a great asset having graduated from Hogwarts and would have an easier time designing the tasks. Two, you have had a close relationship with the Headmistress in the past and hopefully you can convince her to go through with my brilliant idea." At the word brilliant the Minister flashed his signature smile that could make almost any girl faint.
Hermione merely returned his smile with a look of disgust, or at least as close of a look to disgust without being disrespectful. She would have continued arguing, but the mention of the Headmistress stopped her. Leaning back in her chair, Hermione surveyed the Minister of Magic. Though she didn't think the Triwizard Tournament should ever take place again, she couldn't help the butterflies she felt in her stomach at reuniting with her favorite professor. She hated herself for desiring to see Minerva more than she desired keeping students safe from harm. She sighed. It a long time since she had laid eyes on Minerva McGonagall. Too long.
"I'll do it."