A/N: Well, in the spirit of the Cursed Child and the fact that this is LONG overdue and I hope that there is still some interest in this little fic of mine, I am forging forward. I am pretty over the moon that there are a 100 follows on this story and some positive comments, I really appreciate it!

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Chapter 4

Day 5 of 14

"I stand corrected. Maybe you shouldn't be in the interviews…" sighed Hermione as she watched her top candidate rush through out of the room.

"I don't see what was wrong about me inquiring about my 2 am brainstorming meetings. It's a job requirement," stated Malfoy stubbornly.

"Do you maybe think that your expectations are too high? That people like that do not exist?" inquired Hermione feigning politeness while shuffling through the papers.

"Well, no. I mean you're living proof of that right there, Granger. Come on, use that overly qualified brain of yours and find me someone good," Draco responded in a bored tone leaning back in his chair.

"All I'm learning Malfoy," said Hermione closing her eyes and leaning back in her chair, "is that one, I was crazy to agree to do all that work for you and two, I should have negotiated a higher salary."

"Yes, you absolutely should have you crazy girl," Draco shook his head, "don't you dare let anyone take advantage of your obsessive need to be the best at everything."

She popped open an eye and looked over at him. His eyes were also closed.

"And if you knew you were doing it why didn't you stop? Might have been able to keep me longer…" her irritation was apparent.

He kept his eyes closed but smiled, "I wanted to know what it felt like…"

Both her eyes were open now.

"Wanted to know what what felt like?" her tone was suspicious.

"What it was like, the golden trio's friendship. Did they ever stop?"

"You're a terrible boss."

"That's because I never tried to be yours."

Day 6 of 14

"Granger…I need your opinion…I finally looked over the Muggle-cation deal and…" he trailed off as he wandered in to her office seeing her angrily cleaning.

"Ah, you're angry cleaning, that must mean…" he continued.

"How DARE he," she seethed, not looking up at Draco while continuing to shred papers and throw out things on her desk.

"I always knew he was a bit of a traditionalist, but just EXPECTING me to drop everything, the audacity!" her voice was as hard as steel.

Malfoy took his usual seat in front of her desk and waited patiently.

She looked up and he swore he saw a flash of Voldemort. She was scary when she was mad, she was terrifying when she seething.

"So tell me Malfoy. You come from a traditional pureblood family with a strict upbringing. Did you expect your wife -"

"Ex-wife, darling."

"Did you expect your ex-wife to just follow you around like a puppy and jump at your every command? Is that what you men all want?!"

Her anger was not directed towards him but he still felt a chill down his spine.

"Well, my beloved ex-wife had neither the inclination nor the ambition to be anything other than a perfect pureblooded bride. That included the manipulation and philandering as you are well aware. I'll never forget the time she sent Daphne to seduce me…" he stopped seeing the impatience waning on her face.

"However, should I be blessed with a partner of the highest ambition and desire for success, I should be happy to let her do what she needs to accomplish this…I would have no problem being the house husband if needed," he drawled expecting her look of approval.

Instead, she looked slightly disappointed, but said nothing.

"I just don't understand why he thinks I would be happy touring with him and watching him fly all the time. I barely watched the boys Quidditch matches and I don't like watching his either. It's a dangerous and barbaric sport and those brooms are NOT safe! No, sir. I told him I'll make more of an effort to see him, but I'm not acting like a lovesick fool…and I hate flying!" she wailed at the end, barely noticing Draco had gotten to his feet and flung his folder on her desk.

"Well Granger, I can't say I am not ELATED that you've finally scraped that Krum off the bottom of your shoe. I can't be sympathetic towards that, but we must address the more important issue at hand. Come along," he said gripping her shoulders and hauling her up. He took her by the hand and dragged her out of her office ignoring her protests along the way.

Day 6 of 14 - evening

"Just put both your hands around it. No, not lightly like that. It won't be easy to handle if you do it that way, you need to grip it slightly harder and there you go, that's a girl."

"If anyone would have every told me that I would be here, in this position…with you! I'd die of shock, Malfoy."

"Come now, concentrate. Don't let it slip. You're slightly intoxicated so I'm going to position you and hold you in place."

"I would never say this sober, but you're a pretty good coach ferret."

"It never ceases to give me flutters in my chest every time you call me ferret."

"Really?"

"No. That was sarcasm."

"Oh. You're not very good at it."

"Thanks Granger. Now, pay attention. Move your wrist ever so slightly. I think the problem with you is that you get so scared and nervous and you want to make these big movements, but it's all about the control and making the right moves at the right time."

"You know, Victor always tried to get me to do this, but he wasn't very good at talking me through it. Mostly he would get frustrated and then want to go and do it himself."

"I've always said he's a krummy bastard. You're Hermione freaking Granger. You are nothing less then spectacular at everything you do so it is our duty-bound honour as mere mortals to teach you something you don't know. I frankly am extremely pleased that you decided to do this with me. I thought one of the wonder boys would have gotten you on board years ago. You gave in to everything else with them."

"Well, every year we were flying something new, a hippogriff, a threstral, a dragon, I was too traumatized to even consider flying for fun and they knew that. I still have nightmares sometimes…"

"You do?"

"Yup."

"And you still agreed to come with me?"

"Well you dragged me. And I mean, its Hogwarts, and despite us starting on the Quidditch pitch where a major number of Harry's injuries have occurred…it felt safe. I don't know. I understood what Harry felt all those years despite having my own parents and somewhere to go for holidays. Hogwarts…its home. I don't think Ron ever really felt that completely. To him, home was wherever his family was."

"Such heavy thoughts Granger. This was supposed to be fun and get your mind off of things, not make us depressed. My god, you're a depressed drunk aren't you – oof!"

"Oh be quiet you and let me have this moment. I'm not depressed. I'm telling you things, now shut up and listen if you have nothing to contribute. I get that people don't understand that connection to Hogwarts, I mean you had a lavish life to get back to, Hogwarts probably did feel like a boarding school to you."

"Granger?"

"Yes, ferret dear."

"If my first thought was to bring you flying here to our fairly dilapidated boarding school which despite Potter's best efforts is in need of constant repair, instead of the lavish land of Malfoy complete with it's very own state-of-the-art Quidditch pitch, what do you think my connection to Hogwarts is?"

"Oh."

"Yes, oh. Frankly, I just realized they haven't put up the new stands, I requested. I will have to look in to that."

"Malfoy?"

"You know you are very heavy Granger, leaning all your weight on me like that."

"Would you like for me to move?"

"No, I never said that. It was just an observation and its cold, so just stay where you are."

"Malfoy."

"And…now we have at least one nice memory of us at Hogwarts."

"Malfoy!"

"Geez, what is it?! First you want me to contribute to your depressing conversation and then you keep interrupting me!"

"This isn't my first nice memory of us at Hogwarts."

"It's not?"

"I mean how could you forget Ferret Malfoy and infamous Hippogriff slap memories."

"Haha, I meant nice memories for BOTH of us chipmunk."

"Jerk."

"Granger?"

"What is it Malfoy?"

"Does it count if I say it while I'm sober and you're slightly drunk?"

"Not really."

"Would it help a little?"

"It would."

"Granger. I'm sorry. For everything."

"I know. Thank you. Malfoy?"

"Yes, Granger?"

"I would pick this memory over the other two any day."

"Thanks Granger. I'll remind you that when your hungover tomorrow."

"I may slap you again."

"I would expect nothing less."