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My body cries as I wake this morning, the muscles in my neck strain from overuse and I have to rotate my way out of bed. ROTATE! All of this is MALFOY'S fault. He made me SLEEP on the FLOOR. On the FLOOR. A hard, unrelenting place to lay my bones and I will not forgive him. Not that I really think he cares. I just think that he should care. I mean, what kind of establishment would it be if all the employees hated their boss? Malfoy's one? I mean, whatever occupation he could throw himself into, I have high expectations that he would be able to make every single one of his co-workers hate him. With a passion.

All of it Malfoy's fault. Every last straining muscle. Every glancing or throbbing pain. Rolling out of my comfortable sanctuary of covers and blankets I find myself in the shower. Soothing water flows over my head, making me smile and forget my life for a few small moments and I breathe in and out deeply, focusing on the small bit of pleasure that has arisen in my hellish life.

I mean, someone should better warn the devil because hell must have frozen over if I am supposed to force myself to get along with Malfoy for a second day in a row.

I make my way to work using the floo network. I've given up on the health kick; if my life is already on a downward spiral, gaining a few pounds won't matter.

Now, this is what I get when I walk through my office door. "GRANGER!" It's already started. At 9: 02, in fact. "You are LATE!" His blond hair falls into his eyes as he shakes his head at me, quite sternly actually. He's standing in my doorway as I place my bag onto my desk and pull out the files that I had at home that needed to be returned.

Walking over, he flicks his head to remove his hair from obscuring his vision. It's the kind of movement that some girls find endearing; sexy. Trust me when I say I've seen many girls fall weak at the knees when they watch Draco Malfoy flip his hair...but then there are other girls – I think I may have over exaggerated there, there are two other girls ; myself and Ginny Weasley – that think he looks more like a turtle with a bad neck problem. It's like he can't extend his neck properly. He does it again, and I just want to get a hold on his neck and stretch it out properly. URGH!

A snort escapes my lips before I can stop it – he's lucky I'm not rolling around on the floor laughing – and I speak before I can sensor my mouth."By two minutes." My brain starts functioning again, "Sir."

"Zabini may want to keep you around, but I have no trouble removing you from my offices." He flicks his fingers through the files on my desk and then selects a manila folder before making to the door again. He snarls at me as he turns and I shrink away from him. "Look sharp Granger." He walks out. I catch the back of his head disappearing into his office when I poke my head out of mine to stare disbelievingly after him – it seemed fitting to my situation.

The year of the snakes has arrived."You'll catch flies Granger." a man stands there. I only recall the teenage - pimply, mildly attractive, dark haired - boy, but that boy didn't hold a stick to the man standing in front of me. I could just drop dead. I mean, seriously I am about to faint. Here I go. Going. Going. "Granger?" His words pull me back to life and I'm now the one who decides it's fitting to flip my hair. I groan mentally.

"Nott." I nod at him and he smiles before moving into his - larger - office which is located next to mine and then yelling at me to get in there.

I groan out loud this time - which he hears - and then I happen to remind myself that he is my superior, so I quickly make my way in (not before trying to draw strength into my lungs by in taking several deep lung full's of oxygen).

I walk over to Theodor Nott's office; admiring the large and very shiny plaque on his door while doing so, and take the seat he gestures to. "Granger," He smiles, "It's going to feel like potions class all over again, try not to show us all up this time."

"It's not my fault if you don't have it," He smiles and I manage to smile back. Theodor was never directly rude to me; he laughed when Malfoy said something, but no comments ever really escaped his lips.

He used to be the second smartest person in our year at Hogwarts and we used to sometimes share a table at the back of the library - after all of the war issues calmed and the Slytherin's were accepted back into the school social life. There were some I could make my peace with, Theodor Nott being one of them, but others were way past friendship and closer to enemy territory even if there was no war defining people's sides and ideologies. Some didn't even come back to school.

I guess my relationship with Malfoy has reached a sort of plateau; we've had the same snarky comments since we met and I just don't see it getting any better or worse really. It will just continue to be the same. I don't think the universe could handle a world where Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy could interact without any grimaces or rude comments.

Theo cocks his head and bites a lip before scrutinizing me thorough his clear, emerald green eyes. They are like precious stones looking straight into my soul ... I think I have officially gone crazy. Yep folks; Hermione Granger has officially lost her marbles."Your insults never cease to amaze me, Hermione." He smiles, "It's nice to know you haven't changed in the five years that I haven't seen you."

"Could have gone another five, but... I guess I will just have to make do." I laugh and then lean towards him. "You're not going to make me call you boss or sir right? Because I know you are my superior," much to my annoyance, I mean he's been here one day and he has a higher role that a loyal, almost four year employee – ok, maybe not completely loyal ... there was a time in my second year where I started looking for new jobs but that had stopped by my third year; I promise. "And Malfoy has this whole 'call me boss' thing going."

"No," He laughs and I thank my stars that I have Theo Nott, in all his glory, by my side.

"Thank Merlin." I say, "I mean I think I'm going to go crazy if I have to keep saying that!"

Theo smirks and then flicks through a file on the desk in front of him, I can slearly see the big, red 'HERMIONE GRANGER' written on the front of the manila folder. "Don't blame you, sweetheart."

"Don't chat up my employees at work, Nott," Malfoy makes an appearance, sticking his head into the room. "She takes cash." Nott laughs and I shoot Malfoy a very dirty look.

I say the first thing that pops into my head and boy do I wish I hadn't. "I'd do Nott for free." I bury my head into my hands, gripping my hair and pulling hard enough to probably rip it out of my head. "Are you happy Malfoy?" I ask, "You have me replying to your crude, inappropriate comments because I can't stand to lose. You were right... God that hurt just saying it! I don't like losing, I don't like having someone like you hovering and making sexual innuendoes because you can. I mean for the first eight years of our acquaintance, putting it nicely because I don't want to be rude to you - you called me a prude. Why don't you just go back to that?!"

"Maybe she does need to have sex, loosen her up a bit." Malfoy gives me a look, "You tense Granger?"

"URGH!" I throw my hands up into the air. "There has to be some sort of code that says 'bosses can't say sexual comments to their employees!'" My face is burning and my hands are inching towards my wand. I have the slight suspicion that Malfoy realises this because he mimics my actions perfectly. I finally realise that I can't curse my employer into the next century, so I relax my grip on the stick of wood in my pocket and wait for him to speak.

"Nah," He shakes his head, "I don't think so." He takes a seat next to mine and then stands again. "Nott," he flicks his finger and I appraise him as he makes Nott stand and switch seats with him. Now that he feels that the pecking order in the room has been returned to order, he seems to get down to business. "So, what is the plan for today?"

I keep my mouth shut, knowing that this is not my place to speak.

Nott sits next to me, his leg shaking and I have half a mind to slam it to the ground because the movement annoys the heck out of me, but I censor my hands and keep them clenched at my side. "I'm going to look over the work that was in progress, decide which ones are worth pursuing and then listen to any new ideas we have," Theo smirks at Draco and then we both wait to hear what he has to say.

Theo and I watch as Malfoy flicks through a folder. A folder with HERMIONE GRANGER written on the front. I suppose he has already seen it, I mean he must have looked through them all to decide who got to stay and who had to leave, but I had a really bad employee photo in my second year – it was not a good year – and I'm pretty sure it's still in there... Yep, he found it.

"Granger, what is this?" I hang my head, my cheeks flaming. "Is this really you?" as he says it he is laughing, hard. Hard enough that Nott reaches over to see what all the fuss is about. My 'superior' who, ten minutes ago, I was thankful for having, has now turned into Personal Enemy Numero Uno. He joins in the laughing. Yes the haircut was pretty bad. I wasn't ready when he took the photo and I was trying to take something out of my teeth at the moment of the click, but it could have been worse. I could have been stuck with it for more than one whole year.

By the time that they have regained control over their mouths and I have demanded that the photo be burned – to which, Malfoy stuck the photo in his pocket and said that he would dispose of it later (I have no doubt that it will find its way into the Daily Prophet by sundown) – the situation has taken a U-turn and we are back to the subject of work. "I get the final say on the new projects,"

"Alright, man." Theo nods and then waits for Draco to continue.

Draco stands and then walks to the door, "Granger, you can help me today." He walks out of the door, not waiting for me to follow.

I swear that he just lives to make my life hell. I slam my head down onto the table a little harder than necessary and then draw myself up again to look at Theo. "That is going to bruise." I say, "Oh great, another thing he can take the piss out of me for."

I stand and walk to the door; Theo sits behind his desk and taps it with his fingers. "I'll see you at lunch, Granger."

"I doubt Malfoy – the inhumane robot – needs to eat, so I wouldn't hold your breath." I say and then I leave the comfort of Theo's office.

Even though we are not actually 'friends', I will accept that we are friendly associates. Further explained with the definition; I do not want to tear my hair out when I am in his company and he is nice to look at.

"You do realise that I am your employee and therefore I believe, but correct me if I am wrong, I should be doing some sort of work?" I look at him. He's sitting on the other side of his ornately carved, mahogany desk, and flicking through files like I'm not here. "I thought time was money?"

He puts the folder down on a stack that teeters precariously before stabilising itself, and then raises his head to look at me. "As much as you are going to hate to admit this Granger, I know you."

"No you don't!" I say, shaking my head and hardening my eyes at him. "What makes you think you know me? Did all the insults give you a startling insight into my life?"

"Oh, shut up Granger and listen." He stands and walks around the room, stopping at a crystal bottle and pouring some amber liquid into the glass, he gestures to it with his head and I reply that I don't want any. I mean, it's not even eleven in the morning, but I'm sure that being Draco Malfoy must be hard enough work to constitute drinking in the morning because it's not like he passes his time nagging other people and milling around pretending to work.

"I know you." He repeats the statement as he closes the bottle and sets it back onto the marble topped, wooden counter that stands against one of the green walls, I don't respond this time. I just roll my eyes and zip my mouth shut. "And I know that you quit your job at the ministry to work here, but seriously after four years I would have thought that Hermione Granger would have been in a higher position."

I know my hands around each other. "Not everyone can by their way in to places!"

"You said something similar to me in second year." He laughs and I join in.

I think back onto the day where Harry, Ron and I found out that Draco Malfoy was Slytherin's new seeker. "Yeah, I think I've finally run out of material!"

He pushes my shoulder gently, and I realise that he's moved closer to me. Standing in front of my chair with his bum perched on his desk and one hand holding the crystal glass he really does look like a young tycoon. His expensively tailored muggle suit doesn't change the image at all. "Really? I didn't think that could happen!" I didn't think he would ever wear muggle clothes, but they sure as hell look good on him. Too good, I bet he used some sort of charm. "Anyway, why have you not put anything forward for consideration? All of the products have been thought of by someone else and all you do is test them. I bet you have loads of ideas."

"Nothing that you would be interested in anyway." I say and then make to stand, but he pushes me back into the chair with his hands on my shoulders. I'm starting to think that this chair is more of a prison than something to sit on. I mean, when I get in it, it seems like I'll never get out again! "Furthermore, I have to get back to my job of testing other people's ideas, so I have to take my leave." I smile and dodge around his body which is too big for the small space that we have between us.

He lets me walk to the door in silence, but then he opens his mouth and the whole day takes a dive bomb. "If you don't come up with an idea that I intend to continue to the test phase by this time tomorrow, you are fired."

"Yes sir." I almost kill myself before I say it, but I refrain from letting my blood spill onto his carpet and walk down the hall on shaky legs.

The rest of my day is spent brainstorming ideas and complaining to Ginny by using my mobile phone. A few weeks ago I finally managed to make a breakthrough on the idea of mobile phones with my best female friend and she has figured out how to answer incoming calls. She's still a little iffy on the whole idea of texting, but the world wasn't created in a day, was it? No. So, I'm confident she will crack the idea of texting in no time. At least, I hope because I can't go through the arguments again. I just can't take it.

"Ginny, I don't think I'm going to have a job to come back to!" She decided that reminding me that I should be 'thankful to have a job' just made me crack. And I don't think she liked my attitude, if the dial tone ringing in my ear is anything to go by.

I ring her back and she answers, "You hung up on ME!" my voice escalates in volume pretty quickly and I can just imagine her holding the phone away from her ear. I sigh, "I'm sorry." I say and she sighs on the other end of the phone.

"Are you sure he was being serious?" she asks and I roll my eyes. "I mean, it is Draco Malfoy and he does just say things."

"He also fires people for no reason, so I don't think I'm going to be any different." I collect the papers in front of me into a random order and then shove them harshly into a drawer. "He just got me to move into the office and now he's going to kick me out. I mean, that's just cruel."

"Don't you have any ideas?" Oh innocent, naive Ginny.

I stand and make my way to the doors, I've manages to avoid all the new employees today and I have high hopes of continuing this feat as I make my way to the floo fire places on the ground floor. "He's not going to like any of my ideas, is he? This is Draco Malfoy! It's probably just an excuse to fire me." I join a large group in the lifts and head down.

"Don't be so sure, he might surprise you."

"Surprising would be Draco Malfoy growing a new head. Him changing his attitude towards me would be a bloody miracle, and if I'm not mistaken... and I'm not... my life has been missing miracles for a bloody long time." I whisper into the phone; you don't know who can be listening to your conversations. "I mean, if I had an ample amount of miracles floating along behind me, I would not be working for Draco Malfoy in the first place."

She's quiet for a few moments and then she says, "I guess it is Draco Malfoy we are talking about."

"Never mind, let's just pretend this isn't happening. I'm good at that." I smile to myself, knowing that that couldn't be farther from the truth. In fact, I'm pretty sure both Ginny and I know that I am going to be up the whole night fretting about my situation.

"Do you need me to come over?" By this point I'm at the floo and queuing to be able to make my way home.

"No, I'm good." I say and then I step into the green flames. They flicker around my body and then I find myself spinning through the tunnel until I find myself stepping out onto the carpet of my home. Parsley – long story – my cat (after Crookshanks found his end due to old age), winds his way around my ankles. "I'll see you this weekend," I say after a brief pause and don't wait for a reply before I shut the phone, scoop up Parsley and make my way to the sofa.

And that is where I stay for the rest of the night. I have no brilliant brain waves. I don't think I could anyway seen as I am half asleep and still dreading tomorrow, but I am still awake enough to hope for some miraculous idea that will just shuffle its way into my brain.

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