Hermione Granger.
Beautiful, smart, confident, and brave. Twenty-four years old.
Single and yet not dating.
A beautiful and smart attorney for Wizards and Witches.
She had gotten the idea of becoming an attorney when Harry had his trial back in fifth year and when she did all her work with S.P.E.W.
People paused to watch as she apparated into the building. She was famous, not only because of her adventures with Harry and Ron, but because of the many cases she's solved in only a couple of years. Her brown curly hair bounced as she walked and her hips swished seductivelly, but not purposefully. She didn't beg for a man's attention, she didn't really have to. Her work kept her busy and going, only leaving enough time for the two most important men in her life.
Harry was doing well. After the defeat of Voldemort, he settled down with Ginny Weasley and together they were raising two beautiful little girls.
Ron was . . . okay too. He started seeing Luna Lovegood sometime after the war, leaving Hermione a bit high and dry, but the whole dating thing between them hadn't seemed possible when they tried it for a little while. They were still very good friends.
As for Hermione, she was happy. She had everything she could ask for.
SHe opened the door to her own section of the building. Janice was sitting there at the front desk, her head glued to the phone. She was an attractive girl of only about twenty. She came in there, asking, no begging, Hermione to give her a job so that she could pursue her dream of being a magical attorney like Hermione, herself.
"Hello, Janice," Hermione said, walking up to her desk. "WHat's the news today?"
Janice looked up and Hermione noticed she looked a bit flustered. A slight pink tinge was on her pale cheeks and her blond hair looked a bit wild. "Um . . . your first appointment is here."
"Already?" Hermione said, looking up at the clock. Nine on the dot. "But their appointment wasn't until eleven."
"He was very insisted to wait for you if he had too. Brace yourself, Ms. Granger. He's a bit . . . well, he's very good looking. Almost, breathtakingly so."
Hermione grinned. "For the hundreth time, Janice, call me Hermione. And i don't easily fall for a man of good looks."
Hermione knocked on her office door and opened it. "I'm glad to see you are prompt," she said as she entered. "Extremely prompt. I don't see that too often."
Hermione set her briefcase down and looked up, all bravery, confidence, intelligence, and beauty falling away.
In front of her, his arms laying casually across the arms of his chair, was a very attractive man . . . but he had always been rather good looking. His blond hair fell over his steel gray eyes and a cocky grin settled on his cocky face.
"Hello, Granger," Draco Malfoy said.