Malfoy, the Weather Reporter
Summary: After Lord Voldemort was defeated by Harry Potter, all of his followers are placed in Azkaban; all except for the children who were destined to follow him (including Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, ect...). They, instead, are charged 1,000 hours of community service. And what better job for Draco Malfoy than a Weather Reporter?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter or Harry Potter related, except for my own ideas (for example, the community service, the murder of Voldy, and Draco as a Weather Reporter
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Hermione sat at her desk in her office, writing an article for the Daily Prophet. Okay, maybe I should explain this a little more.
In her 7th year, Hermione, looking 20 times better than she did when she first entered Hogwarts, graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, with flying owls. Of course, that was no surprise to anyone. Though, one thing that wasn't expected, was the job that Hermione chose once she had graduated. She wanted to work for the Daily Prophet.
That job was kind of surprising. I mean, other than a few occasions, Hermione Granger wasn't one to state it clearly, or tell anyone about what she felt, or even talk at all, to certain people. After about 5 years of working for the Daily Prophet, doing sports articles or articles about the latest murders and so on, she was promoted to the job of Editor, after extensive, tiring, years. Now, after a year and a half of being the Editor of the Daily Prophet, she wasn't doing all that badly.
So, after a few years of working for the Daily Prophet, she met up with George Weasley, who also worked for the Daily Prophet, and they got together, and have been dating ever since. So, lets get back to the story.
So, here Hermione was, working on an article for the daily prophet about somebody and what's-his-face, when there was a knock on the door that led to her office.
"Come in!" she called, yet still, her pen scribbled back and forth across the parchment. At that moment, Harry poked his head inside the plain office, his body behind the rest of the solid oak door.
"Hey, Mione!" Harry called. "I have some stuff for ya!"
Hermione looked up from her article and smiled.
"Thanks, Harry. Come on it."
The smile on Harry's face grew larger as her opened the door enough to slip his body inside. Then he closed the door behind him, briskly walking over to the desk.
"Here," he said, dropping a manila folder onto the top of her desk. "The Ministry wanted me to drop this over by you when I told them that I was coming over. But that's not the only think that I've got!"
He sounded excited, like he had some juicy gossip that he was just DIEING to tell someone. It was like Hogwarts all over again.
"What is it, Harry?" Hermione asked, skeptically.
"Guess who I saw, filling out an application down in the Lobby."
"Let me guess. Um...Victor Krum?" Hermione replied, sarcastically.
"No!" Harry said, obviously not hearing the sarcasm in her voice.
"Who, then?"
"Draco Malfoy!"
Hermione's eyes bulged out of her head like a bug.
"WHAT!? YOU'RE LYING!"
"Am not!" Harry said, his smile growing larger. "I talked to Colin Creevy down at the front desk. He said that Malfoy was applying for a job here."
"Oh my god!" Hermione stated, standing up and walking over to Harry.
"You know, he's gotta be interviewed by you before the Prophet excepts him."
"I know."
There was silence for a moment or two, before Harry spoke up again.
"You're not going to interview him, are you?" he asked, skeptically.
Again, there was silence. When Hermione didn't speak up, Harry knew the answer.
"'Mione, you can't possibly let him join the Daily Prophet! You know Malfoy! He's up to no good! He'll put rubbish in the papers. His articles will be loads of crap about how Pure Bloods are better than Muggle Borns and all the stuff!"
"Maybe, Harry," Hermione replied. "But I have to, no matter what. Or at least look over his résumé. Besides, were really low on staff her at the Prophet."
"Hermione, you can't be serious!"
"Obviously I'm not Serius. There are a lot of differences between him and me. For one thing, he's a man and I'm a woman. He's also your Godfather, and I'm just a frie..."
"Hahahah. I get it. Well, you do what you want, but you know, if you hire him, your going to be making a big mistake."
Harry turned around to leave, as he opened the door and was walking out, Hermione yelled out, "NICE TO SEE YOU, TOO!"
Harry gripped the knob and opened the door. As he took his hand off, he gave her the peace sign, then left the room laughing.
"Ms. Granger, I believe that Mr. Potter has informed you of Mr. Draco Malfoy's want to join the Daily Prophet," Mr. Newman (a wizard working for the Ministry) informed Hermione as she was led to the interview room.
"Yes, Mr. Newman," Hermione said. "Thank you, but, I think I can handle this all on my own." She smiled at him as he handed her the papers. "Thank you," and with that, she walked into the room.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Draco Malfoy!" Hermione said as she sat down in across from Draco Malfoy. She placed the papers in front of her on the table than separated the two of them. "Now, I want the truth, Malfoy," Hermione said, looking up. "I don't want any funny business, lies, crap that you would have most likely given me. I want the straight up truth."
She folded her hands together and laid them in front of her on the table, covering the papers.
"What the hell are you talking about, Granger?
"Cit the crap, Malfoy. You know very well what the hell I'm talking about. Now, why do you want a job working with the Daily Prophet?"
"Because I need the cash," Draco answered quickly, eyeing Hermione awkwardly.
Hermione sighed. "You could get the gold anywhere! Why did you choose the Daily Prophet?"
"You want to know the truth, Granger?" Draco asked.
Hermione nodded. 'Course she wanted to know the truth. Duh!
Draco slowly stood up and walked around to Hermione's side of the table. He walked around to the back of Hermione's chair, placing his hands on the back of the chair, and bent down so that his head was leveled with hers. He knelt his head down to the back of her hair and whispered, so that his breath touched the back of her neck, crisp and hot, "Because I thought it would be easier to get you in bed."
Hermione didn't flinch, which surprised Draco a lot. He backed away a bit and leaned back against the table, staring at her. She turned in her chair towards him, and smiled. "You're hired."
"What?!" Draco asked, shocked, his eyes wide.
"You're hired."
"Even after what I just said?"
"'Course," Hermione said, laughing. "How could I 'possibly' pass up an opportunity to get in bed with you?" she said sarcastically.
Draco's eyes popped out of his head. He hadn't expected this from her. He was only joking, and she was taking this seriously.
"Did you know that I was 'forced' to take this job?" asked Draco.
Hermione shook her head.
"It was my 'punishment'. After that idiot friend of yours, Potter, found Lord Voldemort and killed him, the Ministry put all of his followers in Azkaban, but they decided that the 'kids' were forced to follow Lord Voldemort; that we didn't know what we were doing, so we were all forced to give 1,000 hours of community service to the Ministry. Pansy, Blaise, Millicent, Crabbe, Goyle, and I all had to draw sticks for this job. I lost."
"Interesting. Do you want to know something?"
"Hmmmm?"
"I don't care," Hermione responded. "You start first thing today," Hermione said, getting up from her chair. "Follow me."
"Wait, what am I going to be doing?" Draco asked as he followed Hermione out of the room.
"You're going to be the Weather Reporter for Dialy Prophet Radio," she answered.
Draco stopped in his tracks. "You have 'got' to be kidding me!" Draco yelled.
"Come on, Malfoy! Don't want to be late for your first day of community service," Hermione called behind her.
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A/N: So, how did you like that? I hope you liked it a lot! It took me a while to come up with this idea, but, so far, I'm happy with it. There aren't going to be a lot of chapters with this fic. Most likely no romances either. Sorry. Usually, I'm a smut nut (its my nick-name), but this just didn't seem like the right fic for it. Please review, and thanks for reading. SMILE!