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Hermione's POV

"Oh, that Skeeter woman is just asking for it." I growl, slamming the prophet down and heading towards my office door.
"Maam? Are you leaving?" calls Lillian from the next room.
"Yes, I need to visit Rita Skeeter. Didn't you read the Prophet?" I call back, starting to slip on my cloak.
"Well, I would thoroughly support your decision if you decide to get back at her, but don't go just yet." she says, coming out of her room.
"Why?"
"Because there is a gentleman here to see you, he's here for a job, I thought you would want to interview him."
"Sure."
I enter the room with Lillian tagging along behind me, and see a man around my age sitting at the desk. Even though his back is turned, there is no mistaking him.
"I thought I heard your angry tone, Granger."
Yeah, it's him. The amazing bouncing ferret.
"'I trust you read the article, then?"
"Yup."
"So, you want a job."
"Yeah, but now that I know who my boss will be, I'm not sure I still do."
"Make up your mind, I don't have all day."
"Yes, Granger, I want a job." As he says that, I am aware of him staring at my 'Mudblood' scar, which is visible because I had rolled up the sleeves of my robe to cool down. I hurriedly pull my sleeve down, conscious.
"You don't need to hide it, everyone knows who you are, what you have done. You should be proud." his voice is unusually soft, and his expression shows nothing but admiration. Then, he seems to snap out of it and says "Look, I need a job. Are you giving me an interview or not?"
"Yes, I am now, i need to know..."
The interview progresses and gets over in around ten minutes. Looking at his application, I am forced to conclude that he is the best man for the job, the only man for the job.
"Well, Malfoy I really don't have another option... I will hire you-" I start to say, but he cuts me off saying
"Alright, that was easier than I expected I thought-"
"Keep quiet! Did i say that I'm done? Now, I have two conditions. If you agree to both, you get the job. Am I clear?"
"Crystal." He mutters under his breath, like he is trying to control his anger and annoyance.
"Right. First condition- you keep your unwanted, biased remarks to yourself. Second, and most important, no snooping around, reading private files, especially if they are marked with the term 'Project A'. If you do so, I will be forced to fire you and erase your memory. Do you agree?"
"What's Project A?" He asks.
"Well, if I told you that I'll have to wipe your memory. Now, do you agree?"
"Yes, Granger, I agree to your stupid conditions."
"Fine." I say. "Oh, and Lillian!" I shout out. Lillian, who had exited the room, comes in. "Yes?"
"Please give Malfoy his files and work schedule, they are in that drawer, I have to go, I have a meeting to attend. I'll deal with that Skeeter cow later." I tell her, and then grab my coat and head for the meeting with the Minister.
I catch sight of Malfoy's blonde hair as I leave, and I think to myself 'Hermione, Hermione. What have you done? He is the same cockroach who insulted you for six years. Are you seriously going to give him a job?'
"I'll make sure I have to interact with him as less as possible. That could help a bit." I mutter to myself as I walk down the long, dark Ministry hallway. Maybe he is the same loathsome idiot he was back then, maybe not. I guess I will find out soon.