Dream

Ch. 3

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Hermione arrived at work at her usual time, which was rather early as compared to the rest of the wizarding world. It gave her time to enjoy a silence she was not able to enjoy at her flat. Ginny did have rotten talent when it came to music, and especially when she decided to play it.
She dropped her things in the employee’s locker room and silently changed from her Muggle clothing of jeans and a Weird Sisters concert t-shirt into her work clothes and robes that were still slightly stained bright green from last week’s Devil’s Dye potion.
On her way to her work station, she stopped by the vending machines and bought a Daily Prophet for some light reading and a cup of tea. She enjoyed her quiet time, but sometimes she wished she had someone to share herself with.
She still had a while before she started to take a crack at a particularly nasty engorgement potion. One drop could make a person so huge that they become utterly unrecognizable. She had to break the potion soon, because some witch or wizard thought it would be funny to put some in a Muggle’s teapot. The entire Muggle Defense Department spent all of that afternoon trying to wipe the memory of the nasty incident from the victim’s minds. They are currently being held in St. Mungo’s until she finished the potion.
“Well, better get to work on that antidote” she said to herself.
She pulled on her dragon hide gloves and turned on the stereo at her work station.

As Hermione began the rather difficult task of concocting an antidote, Draco was just arriving at the Ministry. He slowly made his way to his office, noting a kind of heavy air surrounding the Ministry. He dreaded going there, because, he knew the elders on the board would want him to go and supervise some tedious lecture or observe someone doing something equally boring.
He was their “little, blonde errand boy”, he thought with a grim laugh.
Sure enough, as soon as he entered his office, he found a rather distinguished owl perched upon his leather chair. Cursing silently and hoping that the chair wouldn’t be ruined, he stalked over to his desk and violently broke open the seal of the document that was delivered.

Mr. Malfoy,
Would you pleas report to my office as soon as you arrive. The elders and I have a rather important thing we wish to discuss with you. Thank you for your cooperation, and do be punctual.

Sincerely,
Cornelius Fudge
Minister of Magic

“Dammit!” He said as he violently ripped up the note. Picking up a quill, he wrote that he would be in as soon as he answered his mail. Tying the note to the owl’s outstretched limb and politely tossing him out of his office, he began the chore of answering a few of the letters he received from various offices he came into contact with.

“Come in,” was all Draco heard from the enormous Mahogany and Dragon-hide door. With a deep breath, he slowly opened the door and strode in as if he owned the world. He reasoned with perfect Malfoy logic, that if a person had enough confidence, they could get away with anything.
This was not the case for today, however. He was given a folder with information on some nasty potions that were trying to be broken by the Ministry’s Defense Department Potion Breakers.
“You are to go and observe or aid the potion breakers. These potions are especially difficult, so we have our best breakers on it, but even they could use help on some of the harder potions to break,” said the Minister.
“Yes, Sir. I will do my best.” Draco replied and silently left the room.
“I know you won’t disappoint.”