Chapter 2: Suspense

With a shocked look on her face, Hermione exited the room, through the door she went in. Still in a bit of a shock she walked the hallway, back into her office. Hermione was gathering up her things, when her mobile rang again. "Hello?" she said, her voice sounding a bit dazed, as if it didn't belong to her. "Mione? What's wrong, honey?". It was her Mum. "Oh nothing Mum, just busy with work and such. I'm doing important work here, can I call you back later? Love you." she said, hoping her Mum would hang up, so she could get herself together. "Love you too honey." her Mum said and hung up. Hermione finally got her things, and checking the time, she apparated to the Potter's home.

"Mione! I missed you so much! It's so nice to see you!" Ginny rushed over and hugged her so tight, she couldn't breathe. "Gin, you're crushing me!" Hermione said through tight breaths. "Sorry, Mione! Won't you join us in the dinning room?". "Of course!" Hermione said, rubbing her stomach. If one thing was sure, it was that Ginny was just like her mother in the kitchen. She was the best cook Hermione had ever met! She walked throughout the house, and noticed just how much it looked like the burrow! The only thing it was missing was the Weasley clock!She walked into the dinning room, and gave a big hug to Harry. Then she looked at all the food with a big smile, she hadn't had a homecooked meal in ages! "Well, let's eat!" Harry said.

During the delicous meal, they talked about the new and old. How life was now, and their glory days at Hogwarts. "I wonder what Hogwarts is like nowadays?" Hermione asked. "Well, I suppose now they actually have an education, now that Harry is gone." she teased. They talked and talked, mostly nice subjects, but sometimes the occasional dark topic."So, what was the news you said you had, Gin?" Hermione said, feeling a bit tired now and ready to head home. "Well, let's just say that the THREE of us really enjoyed having you!" she exclaimed, her hand on her stomach. Hermione's mouth made an "O" shape, showing her surprise. "That is amazing! I am awaitng the newest Potter with the highest level of suspense!" she said. "Oh, come on Hermione, don't be so professional all the time!" she joked.

As Hermione apparated into her house, she started thinking about how little she had actually acheived in her life. Sure, she was a member of the golden trio, but by herself, did she have anything to be proud of? Other than her outstanding work record, she wasn't married anymore, she didn't have any kids, she couldn't even cook a stupid meal for her own Mum! Suddenly, she remembered the "thing" in her pocket. Hermione reached into her coat, and pulled out a folded sheet of copy paper. She unfolded it and found a letter. It read:

Dear Granger,

I know you felt the urge to check your pocket ALL DAY, and I also know that you didn't. I just wanted to inform you that first of all, this isn't a hoax or a hate letter, this is a real letter, not meant to be crude.

The idea of us working on a project together may not exactly thrill you, but we have to. I don't like it either, but we may as well make the best of it. What I'm trying to say is that, from now on, I'm not going to be rude to you, or make fun of the gryffindor princess (last time, I swear).

On that note, I look forward to clearing up this case as fast as possible, so we can get on with our normal routines. I would've owled this to you, but I figured this might have more suspense.

Sincerly,

Draco Malfoy

"Suspense! What an interesting word!" she spoke aloud, although there was no one to hear her in the tiny apartment. "I wonder what he meant by suspense?" she let her thought fly astray torwards an area in which she should never be thinking that way of a co-worker. She blushed, and went to bed, even more confused then when she didn't know what was in her pocket. In a mixed haze of confusion and sadness, Hermione cried herself to sleep, wondering what Draco Malfoy was doing at this very moment and wondering also why she cared in the first place.