Chapter 5- Something new

Hermione walked in the door a little dazed. "Did you get the job?"

"Yeah, I think so, I just filled out all the paperwork and signed the contract. I start work on Monday." She sat down heavily at the table. She was in shock. Her interview hadn't even happened. When she got there the secretary said that Mr. Williamson had forgotten that he had a meeting and had left. They sent her to fill out the paper work for the "Benefits" and all the other stuff as well. She had the job and had barely even tried. She hated Divination and especially Trelawney, but even she thought that this was a sign. Exactly one month from the day he left her she would be starting her first day at work. Granted it was teaching, and she hated teaching, but it was what she was qualified to do. She knew she hated teaching because she had taught for one month at Beauxbatons. They hadn't wanted her to leave but she found out she was pregnant with Willow and Draco didn't want her working. So he moved her as far away from everyone as he could and proceeded to poison her mind with lies and deception. Her mom was going on and on about how great it was but Hermione just sat and stared. It was almost dinner time, she didn't want to cook. Maybe she could persuade her mom to get take-out.



Monday rolled around and she had somehow managed to actually get everything taken care of. The kids were enrolled in their respective schools, Miki had chosen to switch to the school close to Hogwarts, the girls were in the daycare and Hermione was walking toward the castle. She had her schedule worked out so that she could get to work early enough every day to do her class work. She swore she would not bring schoolwork home. Home was for her and the kids.

The classes were more subdues than she had been use to, but she still found herself with a headache after the first four classes. How had Flitwick handles this. 'I'm gonna become the Snape clone. I have to figure out a way to not raise my voice, but they talk so much.' She laid her head down on the desk and began to slip away to a place she had made in her head. A place were her dream guy lived and he was the exact opposite of Draco. She knew she didn't want him back and she knew if he asked she would say no, but it didn't help the situation. This never should have happened. She almost began to break down but caught herself. 'Well considering, that's only two breakdowns, almost one more is not to bad. I could've been completely distraught unable to move or eat. Of course not eating would probably be a good thing. She knew it was time for lunch but she didn't want to socialize. She wanted to sit in her room and dream about the perfect place with this guy who was the exact opposite of ferret boy. She laughed to herself. She had forgotten all about that. The person she married was so different from that person. She had met Draco all over again in college. He was naive, sweet and unsure of himself. He didn't have a very high opinion of himself or his family. She had been there and helped him through it. She had always been there for him. He asked her to marry him after they had only been officially dating for six days. They had an impromptu, unofficial wedding in front of the college fountain and that had been enough. They probably never would've gotten legally married if it hadn't been for the money. They were having a hard time living off of Hermione's wages and Draco small stipend so they applied for assistance and found out they could receive more if they were married. That was it, a very basic ceremony, legal and binding. Ron and his girlfriend had witnessed it as well as a one month old Miki.



Two weeks into her new job and the headaches hadn't gotten any better. She had her set routine, she had control over her classes, she tried to teach them something in the meantime but the only thing on her mind was the fact that she hadn't heard from Draco in a month. She began getting paranoid, she took extra precautions to be sure that Draco couldn't take the kids, should he show up to do it. Every time the fired popped or an owl came she just knew it was going to be him, but was oddly relieved when it wasn't. She didn't want to hear from him, believing that it would be better for all of them if they never saw him again, but expecting him around every corner. She had started having dreams about him, they weren't I-want-you-back dreams. They were either, you-need-to-be-punished dreams, you-need-to-understand dreams or I-hate-you dreams. She kept turning to one thing in all her difficult times, 'If I could just get laid I would feel so much better.' But she didn't know if it was true. She couldn't help thinking that if she did what he was doing she could handle it better, she would have her own life and he would have no power over her. He had been her only one, except for the mistake with Harry if you count that, and she didn't. She needed to feel in control and she didn't. Having to face Snape everyday, or the days she ventured out of her room into the great hall for lunch at least, didn't make things any better.



A/N This is the end of the autobiographical part except for a few flashbacks later. Unfortunately I have not found my Snape yet, it's been over a month and I still haven't heard from "Draco". Isn't life grand, I think I will make that the title of my next chapter.