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Chapter two; Horror or Comedy?[Hermione]
Leaning down I tucked my two kids into their respective bed, kissing them on their curly heads.
"Good night Rose, Hugo." I told them before turning out the light. Rose's ringlet curls were divided on either side in a pretty little braid and through the darkness I could see her blow a stray strand from her eyes and smile at me.
Both of my children laughed simultaneously. "Night Mummy." They said in unison.
"Night." I grinned.
Turning I shut the door behind me and shut off the hallway light. From head in the den, I could hear my husband coming in from work.
As I continued down the hallway I heard him throw his shoes off, toss his big bag down and I heard the shuffle of his taking off his jacket.
When I emerged in the den I saw his face. His kind, loving grin, those tired, charming eyes. My husband. My Ron Weasley.
"Your home late." I told him and he drooped his shoulders with a sigh.
"Yep. I had to train a new guy today." He informed me, coming strait over and holding out his open arms. I stepped into them lovingly and he squeezed my shoulders tightly, breathing deeply into my hair.
I smiled and he lead me to the couch. Pushing me back into the cushions, he winked at me. "I'll be back." He whispered and true to his word he returned a moment later in his pajama's. The ones with the red, yellow and tan stripes and the embroidered RW on the chest pocket. They paralleled the one I was wearing, A knee length nightgown, made by Mrs. Weasley of course, with a HW at the bottom left, just about the hem. It was striped white, baby blue, and a light sea green. I really liked it, and I wore it often. Molly had made it for me quite a few years ago, for my birthday.
When I was younger, I used to wonder why the boy's always wore Molly's clothes, even the less attractive ones, but now that I'm in the family, I know. They're all incredibly sweet, and they would never risk hurting their mum's feelings. I guess I fell into the same pattern.
I grinned. "Those are the new ones right?" I asked. He plopped beside me, nearly squishing me, and ignored my question.
"So, Mrs. Weasley, what is it tonight? Horror or Comedy?" He asked with a smile, kissing my temple.
I laughed. "Surprise me."
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In the morning I dressed quickly making the kids breakfast then dropping them off at their grandmothers house, after kissing my husband goodbye.
I had been thrilled when the Minister told me he wanted me to head the department of Mysteries.
However, when I heard the details of the job, it became more complicated really. Much harder to face. It was when I learned who it was I'd be working over. It was him. Draco Malfoy.
In order to have my dream job, I had to confront him. The bully of my past. The nightmare of my childhood dreams. He had once been the reason I hated walking the halls of Hogwarts alone. He made me feel disgusting, unworthy and sometimes whether it was right or not I let him get under my skin. Even when I knew better.
The very first time I had seen him since Hogwarts was yesterday. He was leaner, slimmer, firmer, and if possible, smugger. Though admittedly he didn't have the same hostile atmosphere about him.
He had on an admirable black suit, a smooth silk grey tie, and I noticed, a white gold wedding band. His hair was longer, and less strained as it was in his younger years.
He gave me that precious Malfoy attitude but I noticed it lacked the same threat as it had once possessed. He was less strict as he had once been and it was obvious.
Around his office were pictures of his family. I had been briefly confused upon seeing an individual picture of Pansy but it seemed to hold no significance.
There were portraits of Lucius and Narcissia, his parents, assorted in several places. One particularly striking one of the two dancing, twirling around the dance floor. Narcissia was smiling brightly, her l blonde hair was as polished as her eyes and Lucius looked content at least.
Directly on his desk were pictures of his wife I assumed and his son. I noted that he had married Asteria Greengrass. A charming girl. Much better than her no good sister. She was the only Slytherin that ever talked to me. I remember the night of the Yule ball she came up to me at the refreshments line and told me that she thought I looking dazzling. In the picture she was playing piano and her son, their son, was sitting beside her on the bench smiling at the picture taker.
Another of Draco himself holding a small boy, maybe age three, in a brilliant dining room, smirking down at the child. The look on Draco's face was priceless and it made my heart jump to see him looking so fatherly. I never pictured him as the type.
Sighing I entered the small muggle coffee shop with nearly closed eyes. I hadn't even started work yet and I was already tired. "I'll have a mocha frappe chino." I told the man at the desk softly, rubbing my eyelids.
"Tired?" I heard a voice from behind me and I jumped in place at it's familiarity.
