Chapter 4: An Unexpected Encounter
The car pulled up next to Hermione and a familiar face popped out of the window. "Why if it isn't Mione?" Said the friendly face.
"Why, it's Harry Potter!" Hermione yelled excitedly.
"Get in, let's catch up," he said opening the door. Hermione climbed in and they drove off. "So, what are you doing these days?" he asked her.
"I'm a gopher for a stubborn, arrogant, and self centered lawyer," she replied, "but, you will never guess who I work for."
"You work for one of the Weasley brothers?" He asked as if he knew. She shook her head no. "Then who?"
"Draco Malfoy," she stressed the name like it was an evil thing.
"You aren't serious now are you?" She shook her head yes. "That's disgusting, how could you work for him, our old rival."
Hermione shrugged her shoulders and then asked, "what do you do Harry?"
"I am a profession Quidditch seeker. I play for the London Lizards, don't you watch anymore?" he asked.
"I don't have time," she explained everything to Harry from the beginning of the day to the time she fell asleep.
"Poor Mione," he said as he leaned forward and kissed her. She was dazzled, never had she thought of Harry as more than a friend, but here he was kissing her.
"I.I.I must be going," she said climbing out of the car and running back to her flat. When she got back there was a message on her answering machine.
"Hermione, I need you here. Draco," What does he need now? Hermione thought as she put on her coat and went to her car. It was 9:32 and she figured he must need his pillows fluffed so she took out her skeleton key and got into the apartment.
"What is it Malfoy?" she said with mush anguish.
"You need to go to the store and get me some vodka, I seem to have run out and I cannot go to bed without a glass," he said.
When she walked out of the apartment she muttered, "I don't get paid enough to do this," and she got into the car. When she reached the package store there were 12 different types of vodka, so she picked out the three most expensive kinds and wrote out a check in Malfoy's name.
On the way back from the package store Hermione remembered the first year of working with Draco.
The car pulled up next to Hermione and a familiar face popped out of the window. "Why if it isn't Mione?" Said the friendly face.
"Why, it's Harry Potter!" Hermione yelled excitedly.
"Get in, let's catch up," he said opening the door. Hermione climbed in and they drove off. "So, what are you doing these days?" he asked her.
"I'm a gopher for a stubborn, arrogant, and self centered lawyer," she replied, "but, you will never guess who I work for."
"You work for one of the Weasley brothers?" He asked as if he knew. She shook her head no. "Then who?"
"Draco Malfoy," she stressed the name like it was an evil thing.
"You aren't serious now are you?" She shook her head yes. "That's disgusting, how could you work for him, our old rival."
Hermione shrugged her shoulders and then asked, "what do you do Harry?"
"I am a profession Quidditch seeker. I play for the London Lizards, don't you watch anymore?" he asked.
"I don't have time," she explained everything to Harry from the beginning of the day to the time she fell asleep.
"Poor Mione," he said as he leaned forward and kissed her. She was dazzled, never had she thought of Harry as more than a friend, but here he was kissing her.
"I.I.I must be going," she said climbing out of the car and running back to her flat. When she got back there was a message on her answering machine.
"Hermione, I need you here. Draco," What does he need now? Hermione thought as she put on her coat and went to her car. It was 9:32 and she figured he must need his pillows fluffed so she took out her skeleton key and got into the apartment.
"What is it Malfoy?" she said with mush anguish.
"You need to go to the store and get me some vodka, I seem to have run out and I cannot go to bed without a glass," he said.
When she walked out of the apartment she muttered, "I don't get paid enough to do this," and she got into the car. When she reached the package store there were 12 different types of vodka, so she picked out the three most expensive kinds and wrote out a check in Malfoy's name.
On the way back from the package store Hermione remembered the first year of working with Draco.