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In The Silence Of the City
This story is gonna actually go somewhere, and will be rather long.
Smut eventually, too!
REVIEWS PLEASE.
“Fuck you, Draco!”
Hermione screamed, the once-frizzy brunette whipping her wand out. Finally, the mysterious Draco had gotten to her and gotten her bad.
“Come on, Granger. Don’t be that way; you must know how filthy those veins are.”
The handsome man hissed back, his charcoal eyes slits. Hermione couldn’t help it, she screamed like a feral animal, before letting out a curse so wicked she could hardly utter the words. Her vision saw red, and so the curse came out regardless.
“Crucio!”
She screeched, the man falling down on the ground below her feet.
The seconds….Twenty…Thirty…
“Granger!”
A man barked the patent leather soles of his shoes tapped along the marbled floor of the ministry building. He was a tall man, reaching at least 6’3. His regal attire fitted perfectly around him. Jackson Tetherman, the Minister of Magic himself. He stepped across the floor with such a brisk manor anyone who had been in front of him, had the building not been empty, would have moved in haste. Usually he was a jolly man, always laughing a thundering boom. But now his lips were set in a decent smirk, and understandable at that.
Hermione saw him, and in her shock the cruel curse broke. Beneath her practical heels on the cold floor lay Malfoy trying to catch his breath. He clutched his side, like he had been stabbed by a knife or otherwise.
“Bitch.”
He growled under his breath. The Minister finally stopped in front of Hermione Granger with a look that was past disapproving. He stared down at the small woman in front of him, who was currently tugging on her permanently-straight hair. Her dark eyes stared right back at him. Her manor one of defense.
“Miss Granger, what on earth were you thinking?!”
The man began.
“What you just performed…An Unforgivable! Do you know that the Law tells me to throw you in Azkaban at once!”
Jackson raved, his hands folded across his broad chest, his ebony hands knotted. On the floor, and shimmering-white head lifted to look at them both.
“Then don’t hesitate! Throw the bitch in jail!”
Hermione glowered down at Draco Malfoy, her wand still at attention. Jackson cleared his throat, and her eyes returned to him.
“I don’t know that you understand the severity of this situation, Hermione. I am going to let you go home right now…”
Draco interrupted immediately.
“Are you bi-polar! First you say it’s severe, and then tell her to go home!”
The Minister sighed, and Hermione gave him a hopeful look. If anything, she might get off by being fired. But it was worth it in her own mind. She and Draco were 21 years old. They had both been working in the Ministry for a long time now. Yet neither had gotten over the petty problems they faced. And in return, he still called her names. Hermione could still throw a mean punch but this was far more satisfying.
“The both of you go home!”
Bellowed the Minister.
“Tomorrow, bright in early, and I mean 5 am early, I want both of you in my office. Do not argue and do not fuss with me.”
Turning on his heel Jackson Tetherman walked away from the open-mouthed pair and right into the floo network. Hermione turned then as well, and without a second glance walked from Draco who heaved on the marble.
“I’ll never forget this, Mudblood.”
Draco growled, but she was already at home. He didn’t know just how right he was.
---
Hermione sighed, sitting in the small leather chair that she had bought recently for her new flat, right in the center of London. It was a flat for magical tenants, and therefore she didn’t ever feel the need to hide her floo network, or to keep her blinds shut in the evenings. She held a cup of tea in her chilled hands. The day had gone terribly.
When she had gotten up, her hair had been a tangled mess. No frizz though, she had reported happily. In her last year at Hogwarts Hermione had finally gotten her hair permanently straightened. Even though she still felt like Plain Jane, she didn’t feel like a lion as well.
After dealing with her hair, she had found herself out of food with no time to go out for something. She had gone to work hungry. On a good day Hermione was grumpy in the early hours that she put in as a Muggle Safety Enforcer, but on a morning where she had bad hair and no food she was a little like a monster.
Once she made it to lunch time, all four of her best friends bailed. Luna had a date with Dean, Harry and Ginny had the afternoon off to pack; they would be going on a vacation for their first year anniversary. Hermione remembered the wedding well. Ginny had been striking, and Harry glowing with happiness. Ron had gone with Lavender. Some people never changed. Thinking of Ron, she then remembered that he had yet another date with Lavender. Picking out cakes for the wedding. She and Ron had dated for a while, before he broke it off. The would still had some sore spots on it, though she told them all she was just fine. Once Lavender pushed it in her face, and Hermione had gone home in tears. Ron had not been there to make her feel better.
After eating lunch alone, Hermione was set on a job with her insolent partner Cormac McLaggen. Some muggles had a flying teapot on their hands. Once they were safely oblivated and the teapot was removed Cormac had asked Hermione out. Again. Once again, she had said no. So he sulked the rest of the day, as if it would make her change her mind.
At long last it was near time to go home. She ended up staying an hour late to finish up a case. Cormac was already gone, no surprise. Then finally, at the very end of her atrocious work day Draco had called her a ‘Filthy Mudblood Whore’. When he had tripped over her books that lay near her desk. He had made it to the Atrium before she had caught up. There, she made sure he wished he hadn’t been born.
Once the Minister had interrupted Hermione finally sunk back into herself, the rage at Draco having run its course. Though it had been for so much more than a few mean words. The whole day had just crashed upon her and she couldn’t contain it. Now sitting alone in a penthouse where Crookshanks was her only companion,
Hermione cried. She finally let it go.
“Crooks!”
Hermione called, the mangled cat walking to her, bow-legs warbling as they always did. Leaning over, Hermione reached for her cat.
The cup of tea in her hand tipped, and spilled scalding tea over her cat. He screeched, and let a long gash over her leg before walking away, tail in the air. Once more, Hermione cried.
Standing, she set her tea aside and walked into her bedroom, collapsing on her bed.
“Had the day gotten worse, I may have really lost it.”
She joked with herself, before falling into a fitful sleep.
---
Hermione awoke slowly, her alarm singing tunes in her head. The day had ruined her perfect dream. She had thought of a life where she knew no magic, and she knew no hurt. Her parents still loved her, and did not fear her. When she had told them that she had Oblivated them to save them, they became fearful. Eventually they had told her she should go, so they could sleep kindly. Graciously she had left, though she left her heart with them. It had taken months for her to accept she was generally an orphan.
So now as she woke, Hermione couldn’t help but wish that once, just once she would wake up and the dream would be real. She would be a human girl and no troubles except what to wear that day. In the mean time, Hermione stood herself up. It was 4 in the morning. She needed a shower, some food and a cup of coffee before she could even remotely handle the Ministry, and in addition Draco Malfoy.
Forty-Five minutes later Hermione stood at her floo. She wore a basic navy skirt, a white blouse and a red ribbon holding back her long dark hair. Her heels were soft toned, and practical. Hermione did not feel pretty, though she never did. After the end of her and Ron no one told her she looked nice except a reflection in a mirror. In conclusion, she lived a lonely life. She tried to tell herself she was happy, and sometimes she almost made herself believe that. But she knew she was lying.
Hermione stepped into the fore and popped out in an empty Ministry. Ahead of her she saw a fleck of blonde whip into an elevator and push a button. Hermione knew that Draco Malfoy would rather die than share an elevator with her. She did not blame him.
Inside that elevator, Draco observed Hermione, as he did from time to time. He hated that she had gotten a little better looking than she had been in their school days. And he did believe he loathed her, and therefore would not wait for her. Gentleman, he could be to every other woman and he was. But to him, Hermione was still just a girl who bothered the hell out of him.
Three minutes later, both Draco and Hermione found themselves seated next to each other in a roomy office with a view of the city, just waking up.
“Miss Granger, you and Mr. Malfoy are here because of recent actions. Not just yesterday afternoon but for as long as I can recall, honestly. You two do not get along, to make an understatement. But I have come up with a solution over night.”
Jackson took a breath, and smiled at Hermione, who said nothing. Next to her Draco grimaced.
“Now I’ll tell you first off, I could never send you to Azkaban, Hermione. Like it or not you’re a war hero! What type of person would I be?”
Draco snorted, but was silent with a look from the Minister.
“So I tell you now, both of you. If you do not agree to what I tell you to do, you will both lose your jobs, and will not work for the Ministry as long as I am Minister! So I suggest you think things through before making a hasty ‘no.”
Jackson warned, and then smiled again. He leaned back in his large chair, his balding head shining with morning light. His face crinkled into a kindly smile. Adjusting his blue tie with a large hand, he leaned forward once more.
“You will both give me your wands. Then, you will go home and pack. Next you’ll come back here. Then you will go to this address…”
Jackson showed them a paper. Both Hermione and Draco had gaping mouths already.
“It's in Muggle London. You will both live in that apartment. You will live as a married couple, who work at the Muggle Government building just a block over. For one month, you will be Draco and Hermione Winston, of 457 Minks Lane, London, England.”
Hermione was the first to gasp, as Jackson leaned back with a pleased smile. He was not trying to be unpleasant, rather teach a lesion. One that he intended to work very well.
“You’re kidding right!”
Hermione cried, her eyes becoming wild.
“I can’t live with…with…THAT!”
She screeched, pointing at Draco who still sat in silence.
“Then I suggest you both go pack up your offices and leave now.”
Hermione fell silent once more, and Draco finally spoke.
“What time should we be back here?”
He had agreed, silently. He didn’t say one mean thing and would not. Simply, he would sleep on the couch, and never talk to the horrible wench. They would act as if they were not around each other at all times. Really it wouldn’t be too bad. Worse things, they had both been through them. This he could and would handle.
“Be back in an hour, in the main Atrium. The work day stars at 8:00, and its 6:30 now. So he here quickly and we will get you to your new place.”
---
Hermione stayed silent as she packed her clothes, and set a screaming Crookshanks in his carrier. Never before had her fate been chose for her. Ever before had she been told what she would do. But the choices were easy. Interrupt her life for a month, or for the rest of her life.
Draco or no Draco, she would make it through this month. She had to.
Smut eventually, too!
REVIEWS PLEASE.
“Fuck you, Draco!”
Hermione screamed, the once-frizzy brunette whipping her wand out. Finally, the mysterious Draco had gotten to her and gotten her bad.
“Come on, Granger. Don’t be that way; you must know how filthy those veins are.”
The handsome man hissed back, his charcoal eyes slits. Hermione couldn’t help it, she screamed like a feral animal, before letting out a curse so wicked she could hardly utter the words. Her vision saw red, and so the curse came out regardless.
“Crucio!”
She screeched, the man falling down on the ground below her feet.
The seconds….Twenty…Thirty…
“Granger!”
A man barked the patent leather soles of his shoes tapped along the marbled floor of the ministry building. He was a tall man, reaching at least 6’3. His regal attire fitted perfectly around him. Jackson Tetherman, the Minister of Magic himself. He stepped across the floor with such a brisk manor anyone who had been in front of him, had the building not been empty, would have moved in haste. Usually he was a jolly man, always laughing a thundering boom. But now his lips were set in a decent smirk, and understandable at that.
Hermione saw him, and in her shock the cruel curse broke. Beneath her practical heels on the cold floor lay Malfoy trying to catch his breath. He clutched his side, like he had been stabbed by a knife or otherwise.
“Bitch.”
He growled under his breath. The Minister finally stopped in front of Hermione Granger with a look that was past disapproving. He stared down at the small woman in front of him, who was currently tugging on her permanently-straight hair. Her dark eyes stared right back at him. Her manor one of defense.
“Miss Granger, what on earth were you thinking?!”
The man began.
“What you just performed…An Unforgivable! Do you know that the Law tells me to throw you in Azkaban at once!”
Jackson raved, his hands folded across his broad chest, his ebony hands knotted. On the floor, and shimmering-white head lifted to look at them both.
“Then don’t hesitate! Throw the bitch in jail!”
Hermione glowered down at Draco Malfoy, her wand still at attention. Jackson cleared his throat, and her eyes returned to him.
“I don’t know that you understand the severity of this situation, Hermione. I am going to let you go home right now…”
Draco interrupted immediately.
“Are you bi-polar! First you say it’s severe, and then tell her to go home!”
The Minister sighed, and Hermione gave him a hopeful look. If anything, she might get off by being fired. But it was worth it in her own mind. She and Draco were 21 years old. They had both been working in the Ministry for a long time now. Yet neither had gotten over the petty problems they faced. And in return, he still called her names. Hermione could still throw a mean punch but this was far more satisfying.
“The both of you go home!”
Bellowed the Minister.
“Tomorrow, bright in early, and I mean 5 am early, I want both of you in my office. Do not argue and do not fuss with me.”
Turning on his heel Jackson Tetherman walked away from the open-mouthed pair and right into the floo network. Hermione turned then as well, and without a second glance walked from Draco who heaved on the marble.
“I’ll never forget this, Mudblood.”
Draco growled, but she was already at home. He didn’t know just how right he was.
---
Hermione sighed, sitting in the small leather chair that she had bought recently for her new flat, right in the center of London. It was a flat for magical tenants, and therefore she didn’t ever feel the need to hide her floo network, or to keep her blinds shut in the evenings. She held a cup of tea in her chilled hands. The day had gone terribly.
When she had gotten up, her hair had been a tangled mess. No frizz though, she had reported happily. In her last year at Hogwarts Hermione had finally gotten her hair permanently straightened. Even though she still felt like Plain Jane, she didn’t feel like a lion as well.
After dealing with her hair, she had found herself out of food with no time to go out for something. She had gone to work hungry. On a good day Hermione was grumpy in the early hours that she put in as a Muggle Safety Enforcer, but on a morning where she had bad hair and no food she was a little like a monster.
Once she made it to lunch time, all four of her best friends bailed. Luna had a date with Dean, Harry and Ginny had the afternoon off to pack; they would be going on a vacation for their first year anniversary. Hermione remembered the wedding well. Ginny had been striking, and Harry glowing with happiness. Ron had gone with Lavender. Some people never changed. Thinking of Ron, she then remembered that he had yet another date with Lavender. Picking out cakes for the wedding. She and Ron had dated for a while, before he broke it off. The would still had some sore spots on it, though she told them all she was just fine. Once Lavender pushed it in her face, and Hermione had gone home in tears. Ron had not been there to make her feel better.
After eating lunch alone, Hermione was set on a job with her insolent partner Cormac McLaggen. Some muggles had a flying teapot on their hands. Once they were safely oblivated and the teapot was removed Cormac had asked Hermione out. Again. Once again, she had said no. So he sulked the rest of the day, as if it would make her change her mind.
At long last it was near time to go home. She ended up staying an hour late to finish up a case. Cormac was already gone, no surprise. Then finally, at the very end of her atrocious work day Draco had called her a ‘Filthy Mudblood Whore’. When he had tripped over her books that lay near her desk. He had made it to the Atrium before she had caught up. There, she made sure he wished he hadn’t been born.
Once the Minister had interrupted Hermione finally sunk back into herself, the rage at Draco having run its course. Though it had been for so much more than a few mean words. The whole day had just crashed upon her and she couldn’t contain it. Now sitting alone in a penthouse where Crookshanks was her only companion,
Hermione cried. She finally let it go.
“Crooks!”
Hermione called, the mangled cat walking to her, bow-legs warbling as they always did. Leaning over, Hermione reached for her cat.
The cup of tea in her hand tipped, and spilled scalding tea over her cat. He screeched, and let a long gash over her leg before walking away, tail in the air. Once more, Hermione cried.
Standing, she set her tea aside and walked into her bedroom, collapsing on her bed.
“Had the day gotten worse, I may have really lost it.”
She joked with herself, before falling into a fitful sleep.
---
Hermione awoke slowly, her alarm singing tunes in her head. The day had ruined her perfect dream. She had thought of a life where she knew no magic, and she knew no hurt. Her parents still loved her, and did not fear her. When she had told them that she had Oblivated them to save them, they became fearful. Eventually they had told her she should go, so they could sleep kindly. Graciously she had left, though she left her heart with them. It had taken months for her to accept she was generally an orphan.
So now as she woke, Hermione couldn’t help but wish that once, just once she would wake up and the dream would be real. She would be a human girl and no troubles except what to wear that day. In the mean time, Hermione stood herself up. It was 4 in the morning. She needed a shower, some food and a cup of coffee before she could even remotely handle the Ministry, and in addition Draco Malfoy.
Forty-Five minutes later Hermione stood at her floo. She wore a basic navy skirt, a white blouse and a red ribbon holding back her long dark hair. Her heels were soft toned, and practical. Hermione did not feel pretty, though she never did. After the end of her and Ron no one told her she looked nice except a reflection in a mirror. In conclusion, she lived a lonely life. She tried to tell herself she was happy, and sometimes she almost made herself believe that. But she knew she was lying.
Hermione stepped into the fore and popped out in an empty Ministry. Ahead of her she saw a fleck of blonde whip into an elevator and push a button. Hermione knew that Draco Malfoy would rather die than share an elevator with her. She did not blame him.
Inside that elevator, Draco observed Hermione, as he did from time to time. He hated that she had gotten a little better looking than she had been in their school days. And he did believe he loathed her, and therefore would not wait for her. Gentleman, he could be to every other woman and he was. But to him, Hermione was still just a girl who bothered the hell out of him.
Three minutes later, both Draco and Hermione found themselves seated next to each other in a roomy office with a view of the city, just waking up.
“Miss Granger, you and Mr. Malfoy are here because of recent actions. Not just yesterday afternoon but for as long as I can recall, honestly. You two do not get along, to make an understatement. But I have come up with a solution over night.”
Jackson took a breath, and smiled at Hermione, who said nothing. Next to her Draco grimaced.
“Now I’ll tell you first off, I could never send you to Azkaban, Hermione. Like it or not you’re a war hero! What type of person would I be?”
Draco snorted, but was silent with a look from the Minister.
“So I tell you now, both of you. If you do not agree to what I tell you to do, you will both lose your jobs, and will not work for the Ministry as long as I am Minister! So I suggest you think things through before making a hasty ‘no.”
Jackson warned, and then smiled again. He leaned back in his large chair, his balding head shining with morning light. His face crinkled into a kindly smile. Adjusting his blue tie with a large hand, he leaned forward once more.
“You will both give me your wands. Then, you will go home and pack. Next you’ll come back here. Then you will go to this address…”
Jackson showed them a paper. Both Hermione and Draco had gaping mouths already.
“It's in Muggle London. You will both live in that apartment. You will live as a married couple, who work at the Muggle Government building just a block over. For one month, you will be Draco and Hermione Winston, of 457 Minks Lane, London, England.”
Hermione was the first to gasp, as Jackson leaned back with a pleased smile. He was not trying to be unpleasant, rather teach a lesion. One that he intended to work very well.
“You’re kidding right!”
Hermione cried, her eyes becoming wild.
“I can’t live with…with…THAT!”
She screeched, pointing at Draco who still sat in silence.
“Then I suggest you both go pack up your offices and leave now.”
Hermione fell silent once more, and Draco finally spoke.
“What time should we be back here?”
He had agreed, silently. He didn’t say one mean thing and would not. Simply, he would sleep on the couch, and never talk to the horrible wench. They would act as if they were not around each other at all times. Really it wouldn’t be too bad. Worse things, they had both been through them. This he could and would handle.
“Be back in an hour, in the main Atrium. The work day stars at 8:00, and its 6:30 now. So he here quickly and we will get you to your new place.”
---
Hermione stayed silent as she packed her clothes, and set a screaming Crookshanks in his carrier. Never before had her fate been chose for her. Ever before had she been told what she would do. But the choices were easy. Interrupt her life for a month, or for the rest of her life.
Draco or no Draco, she would make it through this month. She had to.