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Hopefully you like my portrayal of Hermione and she is not too out of character.

So; how did it all start...hmn?

That's the question on my lips. How, in the name of merlin, did my life get abducted by a bunch of snakes over the span of a day?

I mean, I have a hunch. Let's go back to my birthday yesterday. Yes... I am that idiotic twenty three year old who is not happy with her lot and wishes that her life could be more exciting. And, just where did it get me?

Sodden underwear and a lot more unmentionable things.

So, back to my birthday.

I had a cake. A nice, big, pink cake with twenty three candles. One wish and all the candles are blown out.

There's the moment of silence as all of your friends look at you for this momentous moment. It happens to us all. Once a year. A tradition that makes an appearance every year.

One wish a year. ONE. So the decision is very big. Though, usually I don't believe in something with so little credibility. I mean I wished for a pony when I was seven... Did I get one? NO! (NO pony, but this you grant me?!) Then again, I did wish to be a witch and that came true. However, I may have also asked for the tree in my garden to turn purple and that didn't occur. As much as this could swing either way... It hasn't. And I firmly believe that all the factors all point to my wish being taken the wrong way and has ended with me being in hell.

What was my wish?

I had all eyes on me. Spotlight moment. Ok, the candles illuminated my face and gave me a superstar fantasy, but then I blew them out, anyway... I made a wish. I wished for an INTERESTING year.

Again, INTERESTING! Not SCARY. NOT FREAKY. Definitely not a year where BLAISE ZABINI has invaded my office after rudely buying the company without my knowledge or permission - not that he needed it, but I mean ... Come on. COMMON COURTESY PEOPLE! Not only that, DRACO sodding MALFOY has arrived. In my breathing space.

Seriously, how could this happen to me? Hermione Granger. I worked hard, I studied. I did everything in my power to move up the ranks. But I am still under Draco Malfoy. My childhood tormentor just dying to dispose of me once and for all – well, maybe I'm being a little melodramatic. I don't think he wants to kill me really, that would defeat the purpose of ANNOYING me and I don't think he is that dumb ... then again, lots of information, excluding scholastic grades, point to the vague idea that he really is just that dumb... (I mean, he did date PANSY PARKINSON in her bitch years!)

I got my wish out of the way. INTERESTING LIFE. Remember that!

Ginny, Harry, Ron and all my other friends took leave, and I went to sleep.

Disaster struck the day after- today... more commonly known as the worst day of my life. Looking back now, I can pinpoint the exact time it went wrong. WHEN I WOKE UP! And that wasn't even the worst thing that happened to me. It just kept getting worse and worse.

This morning, seven fourteen

Have you ever had the urge to dance around while you are getting dressed? Well, I have. I had the urge this morning.

I woke up with a clear head.

I did not wake up with the intention of jumping around in my underclothes and exposing myself to the world. These things just happen.

Can you guess how my morning went?

If you guessed that I did the boob shimmy with only a bra on - in front of an open window, may I add - then you got it bang on right. And not to mention that there was a very - number eight on the scale out of ten - man waving at me.

What am I going to wear on the first date? NOTHING?

Well, it was not like I could just rush over and shut the curtain. That would look way too obvious - and probably be all the invitation he needed to rush over and knock on my door. So, I dance over to my t-shirt and pull that over my head, which is all the invitation he needs to walk on.

I wanted to scream, "Yeah, go find someone else's breasts to ogle at," but I figured that would invite some attention that was undesired by my breasts - and he was hot, which translates to pretty intimidating - so I just left it. And shut the curtain for good measure.

After I had gotten dressed I walked downstairs and got something to eat. Breakfast bar, in case you are wondering. I could say that I had a full English breakfast or a stack of pancakes, but I didn't and now I just wish I had.

I was sitting down watching TV and following my normal morning routine of sulking until the alarm telling me to go to work beeopes (say it out loud, that is what it sounds like... OVER AND OVER. Can you guess why I rush out of the house so fast?!), when I realised that the whole situation could have gone a lot worse.

He could have had a video camera, he could have been a pervy older guy, or – worst case scenario – could have been someone I knew!

But he wasn't. So it was all ok – for that moment in time.

So, obviously my day didn't start out like a ray of sunshine. But, I had higher hopes for the remainder of the day as I stepped out of the house and made my way down the road, breathing in the ... Yep, whatever that was, it was not fresh air and it was pretty rank.

The bin men were passing, the rain didn't seem to be on my side - it didn't want to flush the smell away (a flood may have been needed) and it also caused a puddle the size of the world against the curb. Near where I was walking. In my white cashmere jumper - highly likely to go see through if hit...

Now, I should tell you that there are two sides to road when crossing the duel carriage way, so when I thought I was being highly intelligent - something I pride myself on - and very 'clever' when I turned away. I didn't see the oncoming bus. There is a different between 'clever' and intelligence. Intelligence is the smartness. Being 'clever' is when you hold yourself in high regard and believe you have outsmarted everyone else.

'Clever' had me walking to work with my red bra appearing through my jumper. My lack of intelligence made me leave my coat at home even though I knew it would rain today.

You may be asking why I decided not to bother apparating to work? Well; a few years ago I started walking to work (even though I had to pass through muggle and magical towns) because I thought I needed a health kick.

Never had I imagined a day like this.

I find myself at work twenty minutes later, in my chair - with wet underwear (I decided to wait for the bus and sat on a wet bench, don't... Just don't!) since I hadn't managed to get the drying charm that far before I was called into a meeting to discuss the change in managerial roles.

I had seen Blaise Zabini - Italian, tall, sexy, arrogant, obnoxious, a stick up his arse ect. Ect... - and his partner who matches him in arrogance and sheer idiocy, the one and only Draco Malfoy.

I hadn't seen him since I left my job at the Ministry a year after my appointment in the Department of Magical Creatures and their Welfare - I hadn't been able to hack the idea of being shoved aside every day for other 'more important' things, so I decided to find a job handing out more money for less work so I could focus more money and energy on saving to open a sanctuary for Magical Creatures, a place where they could talk to people and where I could try to make a difference in their lives. So far; well, my failure outshines my achievement. But I still have hopes of making it. I have the plans and everything.

Back to the point, Malfoy.

I had to admit that the years had been kinder to him that I had hoped. Actually, I had hoped that they had had a scaring affect on him and he wouldn't venture past his manor gates, but they hadn't.

Blond - I'm sure he does something to it, no one can be that blond without some sort of spell - and his features had rounded out into some sort of god-esque face. Don't get me wrong here, he could be a male model and I wouldn't jump into his bed because of his attitude. I would rather die before acting like one of the other girls here!

"Oh mister Malfoy, can I get you some coffee?" or "Oh Mister Malfoy, can I call you Draco? Ok... Mr Malfoy, can I get you anything..." here is where the office slut - ok, today's office slut because this is totally new behaviour - sticks out her breasts and obviously tries to get him to voice the desire to have her. He says no. Surprising.

Anyway, I get called into the board meeting - wet underwear and all - and Malfoy appraises me, a gleam in his eye telling me that he might somehow know about the wet underwear situation. Now that I think about it, it might have left a patch on the back of my skirt.

I had seen them padding around the day before - I thought they were lost - and had also witnessed the asking of many questions - I was going to call security, but then they left. The one good thing was that I am bloody glad I didn't call security.

"Good afternoon," Great, it had started.

I keep my face neutral as he speaks through the hour - explaining the ins and outs of the change in boss and then tells us that nothing is going to change in our working environment.

He proceeds to fire four members of the six of us. "Ms. Granger," this is it, I'm fired too. "You will take on Mr. Johnstones roll." deputy head of department. I even get an office. Better than my old 'no title' job.

I should probably explain what it is that we really do. There used to be six of us who ran the tests on different cosmetic and medicinal concoctions to produce the leading brands that benefited our boss and gave us a steady - miniscule - wage. There were factories somewhere else that made our products, and then there were other people in this building that marketed, branded, did the accounts ect.

Malfoy continued to watch me, smirking slightly. "Show a bit of gratitude, Granger," I forced a smile onto my lips.

"Thank you, Mr Zabini." I smiled, ignoring Malfoy completely. Malfoy moved in his chair, leaning forward to say something - at least I hopped he was going to say something because the alternatives were that he was moving to hit me, or he was moving to fart. I'm not sure which would be the better option. The hitting, definitely, as it could have resulted in the hopeful removal of Malfoy from the premises because Zabini doesn't seem like the kind of guy to accept violence. Wishful thinking, hey?

"You're very welcome, Ms. Granger." Zabini smiled.

"If you want her to get into your bed you just have to pay her a bit more." This came from Malfoy, making me flush and look to the ground. "No snarky retort, Granger?" he laughed, "Is the old bean failing, too much time with the weasel if you ask me."

I knew it was dangerous, but I found my voice, "I didn't." this time it was my turn to smirk, "And anyway, spending time with a weasel is better than spending time with a ferret any day." Blaise laughed and the other man at the table - Kevin Daniels - smirked even though he didn't even know what I was referring too. I think everyone just wants to take Malfoy down a peg or a million.

"That's it, Granger." he paused, "Your fired."

Blaise laugh and winks in my direction, "Oh swallow your pride Draco." he clicked his tongue as he turns on Malfoy, "She's no such thing."

I sighed, relieved. Thank Merlin. I mean, hating them was one thing - but being out of a job and being fired by them would just have finished me off.

"Thank you," I said again and walked out with my head held high when he dismissed the remaining two of us.

"So," Kevin Daniels began to speak, and I knew exactly what was coming next, "How do you know Mr. Zabini and Mr. Malfoy?" Kevin, who is a good decade older than my twenty three years was not a Hogwarts when I was.

"Hogwarts," I said and then I turned to him, stopping him in his tracks, "They are not very nice people."

"I know," He said, of course he knows I mean the Malfoy's have a double page spread in the Daily Prophet every other Wednesday just for breathing, you can't have that air of arrogance and superiority without being a little bit of a bastard. I don't still hold the events of the war against them, but they never really seemed that remorseful - Draco and Narcassia were fully pardoned, and Lucius got away with only a year in Azkaban (they say it changes people but his royal bastard doesn't seemed to have changed all that much) - and it makes you a bit more than a little wary. I don't think I'll ever be very chummy with the Lord and Lady Malfoy and their pigheaded son - and I believe that I am right to assume that they are ecstatic with this fact.

"Not because of what they have done in the past," I hissed under my breath, even though being a death eater does point in the direction of psychotic, though that was five years ago. "They are just bastards, they don't care about other people. Did you see how they just fired everyone?"

"But us," He smirked and then nodded seriously. "I get it."

"Spreading rumours about us already?" Malfoy walked past, shoving me out of the way and making me fall into Kevin so there was the uncomfortable pause where his arms circled my waist and I didn't know how to extract myself politely.

For some reason, my mouth decided to open itself. "They are not rumours if they are true." I said. Against all contradictory evidence that there might be, I really don't go looking for difficult situations to shove myself in. I keep my head down, my eyes down and I focus on my work. But, Malfoy just seems to attract my bad side - a side I keep well hidden from others.

"Get in my office, NOW." Malfoy wrapped a hand around my upper arm and dragged me down the corridor until he threw me through the door of his office.

"Now, Granger." He walked around my chair a few times before stopping in front of me and leaning closer, his hands on the arm rests of my chair. His breath smelled wonderful - I know, but that was really all I could think of at that moment. Well, that and the fact that the years have been REALLY kind to him. "I always thought that you were a bit of a bitch, but really? Gossiping about me on my first day?!" I cowered back against the chair. I have to admit that I may have forgotten that I had a wand. He's really intimidating.

"Can you blame me?" I hissed back at him, regaining the back bone that I had lost control of for my first few minutes in the office, "You were the one who insinuated that I was soliciting my body for money."

"You are the one who showed up with your bra showing through your top!" Ok, I thought no one had seen that. Obviously I have to work on my stealthi-ness. "It was deserved, you put the idea in my head."

"I got soaked in the rain. I didn't DO IT ON PURPOSE!"

"I am your boss Granger, and you will treat me with respect." He hissed, so close to my face that his eyes were merging into one.

I blinked, my head spinning from having something so close to my eyes, it gave me a slight nauseous feeling and I really didn't want to throw up over his shoes. "Yes, Mr. Malfoy."

"Boss." He said and I shook my head confused. "You will address me as boss or sir."

He had to be kidding me right. "You have got to be kidding me."

The glare was enough to know that he was. DEFINITELY NOT KIDDING! Nope. He was not kidding.

"Yes Sir." Oh god. He had that expression on his face when he knew that he had me trapped. Trapped like a bloody hamster in a cage. I breathed in deep. Maybe it would have been better if I was just fired.

"You may go Granger." I rushed out of the door faster than a firework going off, but he poked his head out of his door after me and called, "Granger, move your crap into your new office because other people need your desk. You're holding everyone up." Really? But I guess I have learned my lesson about answering back, so I keep my mouth shut.

"How did it go?" Kevin was slouched in the chair in front of my desk, looking up at me - without offering assistance, may I just add - as I was perched precariously on top of a chair trying to open the bloody window. "Just use your bloody wand woman!" I turned to look at him, my expression hard enough to make him hold up his hands in apology.

"I should be able to open it manually, I'm not giving up until I get the stupid thing open!" I cursed colourfully and then went back to wrestling with the window. Now, before anyone decides to make fun of my lack of strength, it was not just me. I am of adequate strength and I had been fighting it for a good fifteen minutes, I was sure I was almost there.

So, you can see how happy I was when I thought I opened it, "I did it." I turned around. Malfoy stood there with is wand out. "Put it back Malfoy!" I moaned and then I turned back to the window, "Sir." I added on at the end, a little sarcastically and way too over the top but he just raises a blond, almost translucent eyebrow.

"You're a witch Granger, act like one."

Kevin smirked at me and then turned and spoke to Malfoy, "That's not the point," his words were laced with sarcasm. KEVIN! Right, he is off the Christmas gift list!

"I know the point," Malfoy smirks, "Granger hates losing, she doesn't like not being able to do something, isn't that right Granger?"

"No, I am perfectly happy losing." I turn back to my window, "Now, will you put my window back to the way it was." he laughed and then my window returned to its natural 'I will not open' state.

"Now that we have the fat that you are a compulsive winner, and a liar, out of the way, I need you to come to a meeting Granger." I tapped the window with my hand, reminding myself that I had to come back and force it open later, and then I straightened my skirt and hopped off the chair.

"Why?"

"Uhmn?"

"Sir," I hissed, in my mind screaming ARSEHOLE! to his back and even though I knew he could not hear me, it made me feel instantly better.

"You are the deputy head of this department, you not have to deal with all departmental meetings along with the head of this department who will be arriving tomorrow."

"May I ask who that will be?" I headed towards the door and he followed me out. I had a hunch on the type of person who it would be, but I kept my mouth shut.

"Theodor Nott." He said and I felt my shoulders sag, "Adrian Pucey will also be taking a position in this department, as will Pansy Parkinson. I'm sure you remember them all."

"Yes, I'm going to be swimming in a lake full of snakes, aren't I?"

He smirked and then pushed me into the board room before him, "I can't promise we won't bite."

"Wonderful, Ms. Granger." Zabini smiled at me as I took my seat and then turned to the rest of the room. Consisting of four other people. "The rest of the people taking these seats will arrive tomorrow."

I zoned out for the rest of the meeting. Take control, make sure that you bring all good ideas to the boss, ect ect. Blah blah blah.

"You may go."

I stood and walked out.

The rest of the day past pretty slowly, but thankfully it was uneventful.

I got the window opened. Yay.

I got more rude, inappropriate comments from Draco Malfoy, but I managed to keep a cool head and ignored them. I'm quite proud of myself for that fact.

And I made my way to the doors with my head held high and feeling pretty good about myself. Yep, I could get through this.

"Granger," Who was I kidding? I wanted to rip his head off his body before he even said anything. "You are going to have to stay, Zabini and I need your help... Could you be a good little girl and run and get us some takeout? Have you ever had this food called Pizza? It's great." I wanted to scream that I knew what Pizza was. That I had known since I was born what PIZZA was, but I kept my mouth shut and took the money in his outstretched hand.

So this brings me up to date with where I am in the day.

I am standing in a Pizza Take Away shop and watching as they make a super hot chilli pizza because that is the only thing that I can think of doing to try and dish Malfoy out some of what he sold to me. Yes. A Spicy Pizza. And I bet he even loves spicy food.

I get a mushroom one too, for me and one with a lot of crap on it because there must be something that they like in it. I mean, I don't want to loose my job.

"Here you are."

"Thanks." Zabini smiles and Malfoy just snatches the boxes from me. "Didn't you get yourself anything? Were going to be here all night." I sigh, but don't mention that they stole my pizza.

"I had a big lunch."

"You were at the meeting during your lunch break." Oh, just give it a rest Zabini.

I sigh, "Fine, my pizza is the one with mushrooms."

"Why didn't you just say so?"

Yeah, why didn't I say so? "Because..." I trail off an sit down on the floor.

Actually I sit there for most of the night. They only ask for my input on small things about once every hour. A waste of a good evening if you ask me.

I fall asleep on the floor.

"Granger!" I jerk awake. "You are dismissed." um? Dismissed?

I fall through the floo network and land in my living room. So much for walking!

Right now, all I want to do is sleep. Then kill Draco Malfoy. But sleep has to come first.

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