Just posted chapter one- if this is humor/drama, can it be called a humama fic? J. K. Owns Harry Potter, and I, well, I wrote this. That's something.
One week after the previous chapter
Hermione walked through the door, reading a book as she walked and carrying Lord Voldemort's daily tray of chocolate donuts.
Voldemort frowned at her from his chair at the head of his meeting table. "If you weren't holding my favorite donuts of all time I would strike you dead right now. How many times have I told you not to read while walking? You could fall down a flight of stairs and drop my donuts! Or, even worse, my laundry!"
"Only four times, my Lord," Hermione replied. "My apologies, my Lord. How can I make it up to you?"
As usual, most of Voldemort's followers- the ones that hadn't died in the battle- watched in amazement as Voldemort instructed Hermione Granger, of all people, to go back to her office and finish his paperwork.
It was a shock, it was, but some were used to it. Lucius Malfoy and some of the other Death Eaters, for instance.
Lucius Malfoy was also angry, in addition to most others- he would never have thought that a muggle-born witch would ever work for the Dark Lord.
But, as Voldemort had explained, she was nothing more than a slave. Still, he was beginning to trust her with tasks only his highest and most loyal had done before, and that made his other followers jealous and irritated.
The only reason Hermione wasn't dead or even half-dead or even injured at all was because of the man that constantly followed her around and guarded her- Theodore Nott.
Theo was stealthy enough that he hadn't been noticed until Draco Malfoy had tried to kill her on her second day.
Then Theo had tried to kill Draco.
Nobody understood it, not even Hermione herself, but it was beginning to be accepted as normal around here.
Hermione looked Voldemort straight in the eye and nodded as he instructed her to do pick up his dry-cleaning, get him his lunch, and other chores that were starting to be just an average day.
Theo Nott was hovering outside the door, and he followed after Hermione as she gave Voldemort another quick nod and a bow, then left.
"Are you okay?" he asked her, for the millionth time that week.
"Yes, of course," Hermione answered him with a quick smile. "Thanks for asking... again."
"The others seem to be settling down a little."
"Yes, I suppose they are."
"Could I speak with you over lunch about something? There have been a few more storms in peoples' offices, and it's kind of getting out of hand."
"Yes, of course."
Theo and Hermione both nodded, smiled, and returned to their usual silence as they walked.
And, after glancing around for a moment, Hermione pulled out a book and began to read as she walked.
Theo tried not to grin and failed.