Long time, no see, eh? I'm sorry for the longgggg update. I've suffered from writer's block.

At least now, there is no more moody Hermione. Hermione is very cheerful in this chapter! For real!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

As much as Hermione hoped, no humiliation or revengeful embarrassment that she had planned for Draco Malfoy took place that night.

First of all, her boss was there.

Second of all, her boss was there.

Yet, Draco didn't seem to realize his luck that he happened to be a date to the ministress of magic, giving him superhero powers. Draco and Ron seemed to have this everlasting feud between them, mostly thanks to Ron.

The details:

Aw, shit. This isn't the time for details.

You keep waiting for that, aye?

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

"'Morning, Miss Granger."

"Good morning to you, Stan." Hermione replied in a rush. She continued her pace to her office as Stan tried desperately to keep up. He was still a teenager, 19 or so, and just fresh off the boat of Hogwarts. He'd been trying to tag any high official around, looking around for some extra cash that can be earned with some of his useless… er… information.

"So, Miss Grager- still trying to crack the Dublois case?"

No comment.

"Because I got some really neat meat right here with me. I was walking to the park one day, see, and I overhear..."

"Excuse me Stan, but your help is not needed with me. I have nothing to do with the Dublois case. Try Mungo's. They might want to help you a bit there. Good day."

OOhh. Rejection.

He should be used to it by now; practically everyone in the whole ministry treated him with irritation and coldness. Nobody wanted a trash can trailing them 24/7

Stan trailed off, gaping as she swiftly and nonchalantly swept by and made her way to her floor.

"Morning, Miss Granger."

"Good morning." Smile.

"Good morning to you, Miss Granger."

"As to you. Take care!" Smile.

"Hello. How are you this morning?"

"Fine. Thank you." Smile.

"Beautiful day, isn't it, Miss Granger?"

"Yes, absolutely splendid. I love every nicety of it. I'm a sun girl" Hermione grinned as she reached her destination.

"Hey Herms. The sun's shining, and they say the lowest it's going to get is 80's." Hermione stared blankly at the man leaning coolly on the door of her office.

"I got here even before the janitor did. Wasn't so sure if you liked coffee black or mild so I added some milk and sugar for you because, I mean, who can't deal some sweetness around here?"

Draco Malfoy handed her a steaming cup of light brown coffee.

Hermione tood the cup, smiled once more and with no comment pushed the door open and watched it gradually and by law of physics, swing back into Draco's face.

What a beautiful day.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

"Hey, Herms. You've got a little visitor for you. Care to know the sex?" Draco's voice blared through her phone intercom.

"No, not really. Bring him in. And Mr. Malfoy?"

"Yeah, hons?"

"I would like a word with you before lunch about your duties and I would like to show you around if that's all right with you."

"Me? Why, I'd love that but I've got some plans with some chicks, er... ladies I met here. They said they'll take care of me."

"I'm a busy woman, Mr. Malfoy. It's today or never."

"I'm on it. I'm good with rejecting."

"Good. Here's your first assignment." Hermione glanced at the man entering the door and held up a finger to indicate to him to wait.

"There's a boy, about 19 or something and he's the biggest brat you'll ever meet. You said you're good at rejecting so I want you to locate him, and tell him to bug off and never come back to the ministry again. You'll do fine. Ta-ta." Hermione turned the intercom off and turned to face her visitor.

She sighed.

"Ron. How wonderful to see you."

"Hey, 'Mione. And I'm going to pretend you weren't being sarcastic."

"You do that."

"Well, I had a little proposition for you."

"Spill."

"Well, I-"

"Yes..."

"See..."

"Ronald, do you have speaking problems?"

"Uh... Uh... no. I just get nervous when I'm around you, I guess."

"Oh, Ron. You flatter me." Hermoine cried with exaggerated enthusiasm when her intercom beeped and Draco's voice overflowed her office once more.

"Hey, Herms. It's your favorite man again. Listen. I've found the little twerp and started knocking him out when I figured I'll like my gal to see this so currently, I'm dragging him by ear to your lovely humble abode, I mean office, to show you some of my magic. So get ready and get you lips away from that Weasley because I'm probably about to burst in on you in 10 seconds. 10...9...8..."

"Uh, Hermione? What the hell is..."

"6...5...4...3...2...1...

"OW! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? OH MY FUCK------ YOU LITTLE! ARRRRR" either Draco Malfoy stopped screaming or the intercom died on her.

There was a confuzzling pause.

"Houston, we have a problem." A calm sweaty voice breathed into the microphone.

Hermione laughed genuinely for the first time in days.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

"Um… Hermione?" Ron cried weakly by the door.

"Yeah?"

"We'll talk next time. I… er… guess you're sort of busy right now."

"All right. Take care."

"Hum. Bye, I guess."

Ron left abruptly with a gigantic frown on his face as he watched Hermione fix up Draco on her leather couch. Hermione muttered some incantations as the red marks on Draco's arm began to grow dimmer.

"So clear up for me, what happened exactly?"

"Right- so I was dragging him over and we were right outside your door when KABAAM! THAT LITTLE SON OF A BITCH BITES ME! Bites me full on my playing arm. Arrrr. I will get him one day and BITE him back. Hah. How'd he like that?"

Hermione chuckled. "Done. Your arm will be fine now."

"Thanks a lot, boss. I'm starved. Care to feed me?"

Hermione walked briskly to a pair of cabinets by her desk. She flung them open and after some rustling, she through him a piece of dry bread.

"Sorry, dear. You're on your own." Hermione snickered as she called up food service. A man popped into her room with a tray of steamy pasta.

"Sir, can I have one too?" Draco questioned the waiter who had apparated with the food.

"No." And he left.

Hermione laughed as she happily chewed her ravioli.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

"…No using the intercom for non work related subjects, no ordering the food services in my place, no leaving the office without my knowledge, no flirting with every woman alive in the building, no useless visits into my room, no letting people in without intercoming me, no crazy acts of attention during work time, and finally… just cooperate with me." Hermione wrapped up, the new boss and secretary pair making their way back to their section of the floor.

"Gosh, woman. Am I allowed to breath here?"

"Haha. Very funny."

"What am I supposed to eat?"

"Uhhhhhh… food?"

"But how? Am I allowed to?"

"Of course! Just take a look around. People either bring food themselves or go out to get them."

"But I'm not allowed to move a centimeter from my desk."

"Not on a lunch break, no. Don't worry, oh dear neophyte. You'll figure it out."

o.O was Draco's only response.

"Never mind." Hermione sighed. "It's 2. I'm leaving early today, around 5, so you can leave then too, I guess. For now, could you contact Harry and tell him to come meet me tonight at about six in our regular restaurant? He'll know what you're talking about."

"WHAT? Me? Talk to Potter? Communicate with him? Share bacterial germs with him?"

"Yes. Is that too hard for you to handle?"

"Uhhh… Hmmm… YES."

"You can't just make a single call, or floo?"

"Not to Potter, no."

"I think…"

"You think…"

"I think you two needs to settle your differences. Enough said. If Harry doesn't show up tonight, I will be one disappointed lady. And Mr. Malfoy. You've seen me disappointed, yes?" Hermione reminded and pushed into her room.

"Aw, shit."

"I HEARD THAT!" Hermione cried from her office.

"Shit" Draco muttered.

"I HEARD THAT!"

"What, are these doors totally sound proof or something?" He muttered softlier.

"I HEARD THAT!"

"I heard that" Draco mimicked.

There was no cry of "I heard that" and instead, an ear popping scream.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ba ba baaaam! Short chapter I know. Only about 1300 words.

Maybe I'll have Hermione die and end the story!

YESSSSS.

Sorry for the very unfunny chapter guys. This story is really going down-hill.

Greatest apologies to all of you who actually had enjoyed it previously. I'm awfully sorry. I've gotten this for just for you guys and that's enough. I'll try to get some more inspiration. Care to help? Wink wink.

Ta-ta!