Chapter Two
~Hermione~
Hermione appeared in front of St. Mungo's with a crack. She was dizzy, colors swam in front of her eyes. She was screaming, screaming for Ron who was somewhere inside. The mannequins in the window were scowling at her and a healer appeared and started pulling Hermione inside the cool and dark hospital. Hermione was growing hoarse now, screaming and begging for her fiancé. The ring on her finger was searing cold on top of her sweaty flesh. Healers surrounded her at this point, tugging her in all directions and speaking far too loudly. Hermione's eyes rolled in her head and she turned towards the ground and vomited on the linoleum.
~Draco~
"Lyeaka!" Draco roared, pounding his fist on his mahogany desk, "Where are the reports that you were supposed to file? And bring me my damn coffee!" A petite blonde wearing a navy skirt and white blouse scurried into his office, carefully balancing a paper coffee cup on top of several manila folders.
"Where have you been?" He snarled, snatching his coffee before she had the chance to dump it all over his work.
"G-getting your coffee," She stammered, brushing the blonde hair out of her eyes.
"You left 45 minutes ago. Last time I checked, it doesn't take 45 minutes to run across the street and order black coffee." He watched her flush red, fully aware that she had spent the past half hour flirting with the young boy that worked there.
"Pack your things," Draco drawled, opening up his files, "You're fired."
~Hermione~
Hermione's eyes blinked open. She was lying in a hospital bed with privacy curtains drawn around it. Her name hung lazily in the air above her bed, the golden script flickering in the air. Hermione Granger. She was so used to her stage name that she had almost forgotten the 7 years that she had walked down the halls of Hogwarts and was addressed as simply "Granger". Only Harry, Ron, and Ginny really called her Hermione. Ron. Flinging the bed sheets off, Hermione stumbled out of bed and pushed the curtains out of her way. A sweet looking Healer with a name tag that read "Hanna" stood up and looped her arm around Hermione and started steering her towards her bed.
"No!" Hermione fought her way out of her grasp, "My boyfr- fiancé is here! I need to find him!" Hermione Granger was practically in tears.
"Ssshhh," Hanna smiled, "Miss Granger, I think you should sit down. We have some news for you." She gave up, allowing the Healer to lead her back onto her bed.
"Miss Granger, we ran some tests and we are happy to announce that you are pregnant."
~Draco~
Firewhiskey burned his throat as Draco Malfoy admired the sexy bartender with jet black hair. She had spent the night sauntering up next to him and sliding more drinks his way. Her hair tickled his collar bone and her perfume burned his nose. Her breasts pressed against his back and her hands roamed his shoulders as she asked him what he wanted to drink. Malfoy just smirked back at her winks and advances. Pansy had called Malfoy on his muggle cellphone seventeen times since he had gotten off of work. Her voicemails were all the same, she wanted him to fund her shopping spree and promised him fantastic sex if he complied. These days there was nothing fantastic about sex with her. She was irritable and clingy. Draco was the most eligible bachelor in London, women would kill to wake up in his arms. After the war, Lucius was thrown in prison and Narcissa moved away to their summer home in Italy. Draco was left with the Malfoy Manor and a team of house elves to serve his every whim.
"Miss?" Draco set his empty glass and motioned to the bartender for the bill. She handed it to him, winking and she sauntered away. Draco glanced down and noticed that she had scrawled Shift ends in 10 on top of the total. Tossing a couple of Galleons onto the bar, he grabbed his coat to go wait outside.
"Names Raven," the bartender stepped outside, now changed into a slinky blue tanktop and a leather miniskirt. She took a drag from a cigarette before putting it out.
"Malfoy," he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, "Draco Malfoy. Now how about you and I get out of here?"
~Hermione~
Pregnant? No, she couldn't be. Ballerinas didn't become pregnant, not at the height of their career. Not when their husband is lying in a hospital bed, practically a vegetable. Ron. Oh God Ron.
Hermione stepped inside the ward that Hanna had shown her. Hanna's arm was still gently wrapped around Hermione's waist, afraid that she would pass out again and hurt the baby. Baby. Ron's baby. Their baby.
"He's at the end if you two want some privacy," Hanna patted Hermione's arm reassuringly. She looked so young yet acted with such strong maternal instincts. Hermione had to read the letter three times before she grasped what had happened to him. According to the Healers he was hit in the head by a bludger, fell off his broom to his near death on the Quidditch field. He then slipped into a coma and was residing in the main level of St. Mungo's in the Artefact Accidents ward. Hermione barely recognized him when she had found him. She was only able to distinguish him by his flaming red hair. His body was swollen and bruised, he had suffered several broken bones.
"Ron," she cried and collapsed in the chair next to him, "I'm so sorry baby. I'm sorry I'm late, but there were some complications and-oh God Ron, I'm pregnant. I-I'm pregnant Ron and you're not here. Please wake up baby please!" She started to sob, her body shaking over his. It was so unfair. They were supposed to get married in his backyard then settle down with their child. She couldn't dance now, not with their unborn child in her womb. How could she live if she couldn't dance?
"Miss Granger?" Hanna appeared by her side, "Visiting hours end in 10 minutes." Hermione watched her walk away to attend to a burn victim.
"I'm going to have our baby," she whispered, clutching his hand in hers, "I'm going to have your beautiful son. You'll wake up and the three of us will be together forever. I promise."
~Draco~
Draco woke up early the next morning, he was due to have a new secretary today. It would be the third one this morning. He expected to wake up to the grinning face of a pretty girl, but instead a single raven feather lay on his pillow. That sly bitch.
In honor of his new secretary, Draco took great care in his appearance that morning. Lyeaka was four years his junior and incompetent, but besides her he made it his goal to sleep with each secretary. He dressed himself that morning in a crisp Italian suit that his mother had shipped to him matched with a thin emerald tie. Must be a Slytherin thing, he mused, reminded of Pansy's words the other night. She was angry with him for not taking her shopping last night and instead dragged along Zabini which didn't bother Draco one bit. Let him have his sloppy seconds.
Draco picked up his cell and dialed his office, "Connect me to Pritchard."
Graham Pritchard, Draco's loyal assistant, picked up the line, "Mr. Malfoy, how can I be of assistance?"
"Is she hot?" Draco kneeled down to tie his shoes, cupping the phone between his ear and shoulder.
"Totally."
~Hermione~
"Good morning, I'm Hermione Granger," Hermione smiled at her reflection, pinning her curls in place. Today she would the epitome of Hermione Jean, confident and hardworking. She had slipped off her engagement ring and was now wearing it on a thin chain around her neck. She raised the delicate piece of jewelry to her lips and gave it a soft kiss, a promise. I love you Ronald Weasley. I hope you know that. Hermione grabbed her clutch and apparated out of her cramped apartment and into the Ministry of Magic.
"Excuse me?" Hermione approached a grumpy guard with a sweet smile, "I do think that I'm lost, I'm starting work today."
"What department?"
"I'm not quite sure really," Hermione laughed, "I'm supposed to speak to a Graham Pritchard."
"Level 5 dearie," the guard pointed, "Department of International Magical Cooperation."
"Thank you," Hermione dashed off, trying not to be nervous. You are Hermione Jean. Intelligent, confident, even sexy. This is for Ron. Ron had spent 3 days in the hospital and they were already billing her. If she could still dance it wouldn't have been a problem, but that wasn't the case now.
Stepping out of the elevator, Hermione was instantly set back at the vastness of the floor.
She poked her head into a cubicle where an old wizard was sifting through some files, "Excuse me, sir. Can you point me in the direction of Mr. Pritchard?"
The old man gave her a toothless smile and pointed to the end of the hall. She found an office that put the cubicles around it to shame. It was grand with a large mahogany desk, a lounge area, and a smaller oak desk. Sitting on the couch was a pale man with jet black hair who Hermione took to be her new boss.
"Mr. Pritchard? Good morning, I'm Hermione Granger, your new secretary," Hermione gave a rehearsed smile and gave him her hand to shake.
"Not my secretary hon," Pritchard winked, "The mister will be here any minute now."
Heat flushed to Hermione's face. Her well-rehearsed performance had been thrown for a loop. Hot damn, Graham thought, wanting to grab her hand again, Way better than the last one. She was clad in a navy blue and cream striped dress with a brown belt around her slim waist. Romantic curls framed her face while the rest were pinned in a classy updo. I hope Draco knows what he's getting into.
"You can sit down here," Pritchard gestured, "I'll go find out where he is now."
Despite being an unorthodox entrance, Hermione was already recovering her ego and was waiting attentively for her employer. Until then, it wouldn't hurt to slip into the bathroom for a minute. She washed her hands, fixed her hair, and applied a sweet berry lipstick. There, you couldn't even tell that she had messed up just minutes ago. I'm going to be ok. Hermione made the walk back to her office only to find a second man in there, he was finally here.
Hermione stepped in smiling sweetly, "Good morning sir. My name is Herm-" Her boss turned around suddenly and scowled at her. Oh. My. God. Hermione closed her eyes. She turned around and stomped out of the office before apparating away. She was young and resourceful. She could find a better job. Yet when she opened her eyes she was still rooted to the spot, standing in front of none other than her Hogwarts tormentor, Draco Malfoy.
*AN: Alright how was that guys? When I was writing this I listened to "Somebody that I Used to Know" by Gotye on a loop while writing this so you should listen while reading. It really reflects Hermione's and Draco's meeting. Also, I made Draco's desk mahogany (the one that he slams with his fist) for all of you Hunger Games fans. Ugh Effie would kill me. So a few things…
1. The Artefact Accidents is actually a ward in St. Mungo's on the ground floor. It is for cauldron explosions, wand accidents, broom accidents etc.
2. Graham Pritchard was a real Hogwarts students. He was placed into Slytherin in 1984.
3. If you want to see a picture of Hermione's ring, this is it .com/listing/54416969/blue-princess-blue-sapphire-in-14k-gold?utm_source=Glamour&utm_medium=post&utm_content=item&utm_campaign=save_the_date (except with a diamond of course)
Anyway, I love getting reviews and thank you so much for reading*