A mostly pointless drabble to get me back into this a bit… Please review.
Word count: 236
First week
She had spent so much of her schooling hating him that she had almost forgotten that despite all the 'I'll tell my father', Draco Malfoy was a clever boy.
Well, man now, Hermione corrects herself as she watches him put the last touch to their first week's report.
It is a little strange to think that little less than five years ago, they wouldn't have been to even sit in the same room without trading insults.
The war changed everything, and everyone.
For the better, she thinks, because their generation is finally shaping a magical world they can be proud of – and it starts at the smallest levels, like here, right now.
"Granger, I'd personally like to get that report sometime this week so I suggest you start working now instead of daydreaming!" Her both yells from his office, and Hermione looks back at her still blank piece of paper.
Yeah, she should probably get started on that report.
(and she pretends not to notice the way his lips pull up in the slightest amused smirk – after all, he says nothing of her burning cheeks, even if he would have jumped on the opportunity once upon a time.
They all have to start somewhere and why not with the mere acceptance of the fact that they will be seeing a lot of each other for the next year? It's an easy beginning after all.)