Chapter 5: A Flashback
Before Hermione started her job with The Malfoy and Sneed Firm she had just graduated from the Graplefort University and was job hungry. She had always been an activist for the just treatment of lab rats and fought the cause whole-heartedly; she still devoted some free time to the cause.
But, she needed a real job and sadly, the only place offering was The Malfoy and Sneed Firm, a bunch of money hungry lawyers. To pay for her rent she needed the job so it all started off with JUST paperwork, nothing more and nothing less. Then, the next week after reading her proposals and statements on the rats Malfoy upgraded her status in the firm.
Soon, she was Malfoy's right hand man, or should we say right hand woman. Every little bloody thing he needed done, she did, from darning socks, to writing a capital speech for the court room.
That only started it, he gave her a spell-phone and then her pocket keeper and a whole bunch of other things that would aid him in his quest for making Hermione have a nervous break down.
Hermione recalled one specific evening, it was 2 AM and he phone rang.
"What, who is it?" she asked worried.
"It's me, Draco, I called for a, little help," he said smoothly.
"Do you know that it is 2:01 AM Draco? Do you know that I am sleeping and you shouldn't be bothering me with your problems this early? Did you know that I need to sleep like a normal person and working for you 19 hours a day and then getting calls at 2 o'clock in the morning doesn't help my mood at all?" she said in all one breath.
"Jeez, I only wanted your advice," he said defensively.
"On what you stupid bugger," Hermione said agitatedly.
"Tomorrow, should I handle the Merlin against Disney case with a laid back approach or should I be more aggressive on my stand?"
After letting out some hot air she replied, "I think that you should do whatever the bloody hell you want. I am no mood to discuss business right now, good night Malfoy."
"Someone's PMSing." Click she hung up the phone and laid on the bed.
Do men always accuse you of PMSing if you're in a bloody bad mood? She thought as she slipped off to sleep.
That wasn't the first time he did something like that either, but she couldn't deal with him all the time and sometimes she would flat out ignore him, which never prevailed.
After that incident things only got worse, within 6 months she was his babysitter. She made and broke dates for him, dumped girls, and lastly rejected calls from his mother and father.
Now, she was tired of it and tomorrow things would change.
Before Hermione started her job with The Malfoy and Sneed Firm she had just graduated from the Graplefort University and was job hungry. She had always been an activist for the just treatment of lab rats and fought the cause whole-heartedly; she still devoted some free time to the cause.
But, she needed a real job and sadly, the only place offering was The Malfoy and Sneed Firm, a bunch of money hungry lawyers. To pay for her rent she needed the job so it all started off with JUST paperwork, nothing more and nothing less. Then, the next week after reading her proposals and statements on the rats Malfoy upgraded her status in the firm.
Soon, she was Malfoy's right hand man, or should we say right hand woman. Every little bloody thing he needed done, she did, from darning socks, to writing a capital speech for the court room.
That only started it, he gave her a spell-phone and then her pocket keeper and a whole bunch of other things that would aid him in his quest for making Hermione have a nervous break down.
Hermione recalled one specific evening, it was 2 AM and he phone rang.
"What, who is it?" she asked worried.
"It's me, Draco, I called for a, little help," he said smoothly.
"Do you know that it is 2:01 AM Draco? Do you know that I am sleeping and you shouldn't be bothering me with your problems this early? Did you know that I need to sleep like a normal person and working for you 19 hours a day and then getting calls at 2 o'clock in the morning doesn't help my mood at all?" she said in all one breath.
"Jeez, I only wanted your advice," he said defensively.
"On what you stupid bugger," Hermione said agitatedly.
"Tomorrow, should I handle the Merlin against Disney case with a laid back approach or should I be more aggressive on my stand?"
After letting out some hot air she replied, "I think that you should do whatever the bloody hell you want. I am no mood to discuss business right now, good night Malfoy."
"Someone's PMSing." Click she hung up the phone and laid on the bed.
Do men always accuse you of PMSing if you're in a bloody bad mood? She thought as she slipped off to sleep.
That wasn't the first time he did something like that either, but she couldn't deal with him all the time and sometimes she would flat out ignore him, which never prevailed.
After that incident things only got worse, within 6 months she was his babysitter. She made and broke dates for him, dumped girls, and lastly rejected calls from his mother and father.
Now, she was tired of it and tomorrow things would change.