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Confessions of a Workaholic	By : evilcats Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 16965 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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When Hermione got home Thursday night from work, it was already dark and lightly sprinkling with rain. As she was rushing back to her flat - trying to avoid the bigger puddles, she noticed articles of clothing littering the pavement below her building.
And she was standing on someone’s knickers. Oops. She was already quite wet, so she collected the items in her arms, while precariously balancing her umbrella. They must have been from the apartment below her, who had their laundry up on their balcony but most of it looked like it had ended up on the street. On the way up to her floor, she stopped by the 3rd floor and rapped at the door labelled 3G.
She waited a few seconds before knocking harder. She leant against the door to listen for noises. After a few minutes she sighed and walked up the stairs, fumbling with her keys, purse and her neighbours’ clothes. She was welcomed home by darkness and a large fluffy cat.
“Hello Toxteth,” She said affectionately to the big grey cat that was rubbing up against her legs. As she padded around her flat, strewing her coat and bag on the couch, she considered the small pile of clothes in her arms. She was pretty sure she stomped all over them on the street and they were quite muddy. She weighed up the pros and cons of returning them soggy or washing and drying the clothes magically. Well it couldn’t hurt, right? With a flick of her wrist, she sent the wet clothes in with her washing for the night where it began to scrub itself in the sink. At times like these, she really loved magic.
Toxteth meowed loudly and stared at her meaningfully. “Oh of course you’re hungry sweetie,” She said to her cat, getting out a tin of cat food. “I’ll make you your dinner.”
While Toxteth enjoyed his dinner Hermione then thought about her own and mentally slapped herself. She forgot to go get groceries this week again. It sometimes shocked her how she could manage to feed her cat and not herself. None the less, she extracted one of last meals she had frozen for times like this. She dreaded cooking for herself, one of the few things she never excelled at.
So, she sat down to dinner with the pile of work on her dining table from the night before. A fork in one hand and a quill in the other, she powered through reading the many policies she had to review for tomorrow. After a swish of her wand for clean-up, she unshrunk more work out of her purse and began scribbling down notes for a meeting the next day. She forced herself to make a cup of tea instead of reaching for a big glass of red wine. The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures was poorly funded and understaffed at the best of times.
A loud meow sounded out somewhere in her flat and she snapped out of her train of thought. She looked around her apartment with a neutral expression which slowly slid into a frown. It was a tidy, one bedroom flat. Big enough for everything she needed - herself, her books and her cat. A self-confessed workaholic that was going to die alone like Mrs. Figg with twenty cats. When did her life end up like this? How naïve she was to think that Ron would stick by her side through her career aspirations. How naïve indeed. It had been months since she had moved out on her own and yet…
She smiled grimly at Toxteth who decided to jump on to her lap, seemingly to comfort her. On nights like this, when her mind decided to jump to those kind of thoughts, the loneliness was overwhelming. Resisting the urge for wine again, she sipped at her tea. She really needed to get out.
On the Friday night however, something broke her usual schedule. She came home not just to a dark apartment, but to a white box sitting outside her door. She frowned and picked it up suspiciously. Her eyes flicked through the small note attached to it before rereading it again with a huge smile.
Hello from 3G, I can’t thank you enough for doing that, you really didn’t have to go out of your way to wash my clothes too! That being said, I’ve never gotten my clothes to smell that incredible, you must tell me your secret :)
She kicked open her door and set her things down so she could investigate the box. She flipped open the lid and sitting perfectly inside were about two dozen truffles rolled in dark chocolate cocoa. A wonderful scent of rich, roasted chocolate and the fresh smell of mint wafted up from them. And they had a very distinct ‘H’ seal pressed into them. The Honeydukes seal. Mint chocolate truffles from Honeydukes? The huge grin turned into a concerned frown. They were one of her favourites for sure but that would mean... She quickly cast a poison and curse detecting charm on them. Nothing was amiss but almost kicked herself for not doing it sooner.
She reread the note for the third time and then finally smirked at the cryptic way it was written. How very witty of them. Two can play it that game, she schemed internally. Without another thought, she pulled on her coat again and rushed out to the store. She had to get some things before they shut.
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Sure on the weekends Hermione got out. She usually spent Saturdays with Harry, a very pregnant Ginny and their adorable James. She stepped out of the fireplace early Saturday morning of 12 Grimmauld Place with a large box in her hands.
“Helloo! Harry! Ginny! Good morning!” She yelled out to the empty sitting room. There was a long period of silence before she heard a fumbling from upstairs, then a sleepy looking Harry appeared in his bathrobes.
“So much for going out for lunch,” Hermione said, chiding her old friend. “It’s already 11:30.”
“Ah yeh, sorry Hermione,” He said, greeting her with a warm hug, “We’ve started having some trouble getting James to bed recently. He’s getting to that age, you know.”
Hermione’s mouth twitched. No, she didn’t know. “I understand Harry, I’ve read the first child can be a real challenge.”
Harry let loud a good natured laugh, one that Hermione would never get sick of hearing. “Of course you’ve read all about it.” He ruffled his friend’s hair.
“Hey, hey, you’ll make me drop the goods!” She yelped.
“Oh? What have you brought for me today?” Harry said excitedly, opening up the container.
“You? They’re for James and poor Ginny - ah and here comes the beauty now!” Ginny was positively glowing as she descended the stairs with little James in her arms. She looked completely comfortable in motherhood – and ready to burst.
“Good morning lovely, I’m so sorry that we aren’t ready to go yet,” She handed James to Hermione to hold. “I’ll put the kettle on, shall I? James and I can have some of your delicious treats.”
“Hey! What about me?” Protested Harry, following his wife into the kitchen. Hermione smiled at the retreating couple and bounced little James in her arms, cooing at the little boy.
“Have you been causing mummy and daddy grief? No? It couldn’t be you, you’re a little angel!”
Many cups of tea and biscuits later, they were at lunch at their favourite trattoria in muggle London.
“Hey, so I heard Neville got the Professorship for Herbology,” Ginny said slyly to Hermione.
“Hmm, is that so,” Hermione replied still digging in to her delightful Pizza alla Norma “That’s great for him though, he’ll be so great in that position.” Hermione fondly remembered Neville almost surpassing her in Herbology without any effort on his part. Malfoy was a good contender for Potions, but besides that she incontestably topped all of her classes. I wonder what Malfoy ever did with himself. She found herself thinking as her thoughts wandered.
“Yep and he’s single and looking really good these days, maybe we should all catch up with him?” Ginny said with a waggle of her eyebrows.
Hermione dropped her fork with a huge sigh. “Oh Ginny, really? I expected this from my parents but not you. I’m really quite fine as I am,” She garnered a glance at Harry noticing his sheepish look, “Are you on this too Harry?”
“Well I don’t know Herms, you just work so hard and it would be great for you to have some time off to just socialise, you know?” He said truthfully. “Hanging out with a married couple and their kid doesn’t count.”
“I don’t know, this is nice! Hanging out with you guys is really relaxing. Work is time consuming but really rewarding. I’m definitely going to pass the house elf rights bill by end of the year!” She said to their unconvinced faces.
Anyway, I get out. I see people,” She said more to herself than them. “In fact, I’m going out this Friday with people from work. So you can’t say I’m not giving it a go.”
Harry and Ginny exchanged looks. “That’s good to hear, get out and have fun! Oh, have you gotten your ticket to the Ministry Ball yet, Hermione?” Ginny queried.
Hermione hummed and tried to avoid their looks. “No not yet…”
“I know it’s annoying but you know we are kind of expected to go. I have to do another speech this year,” Harry said and stuck his tongue out in disgust. “I think they just can’t be bothered to find anyone else.”
“Nonsense Harry, you’re a great orator. And everyone in the ministry loves you.”
“Hey! Maybe you can take Neville!” Ginny interjected.
“Maybe. Do you know if Ron is going?” She said, attemping to bring it up casually.
“I can’t say for sure,” Harry admitted. “He probably got an invitation even though he doesn’t work for the ministry anymore but I haven’t asked him yet.”
“We aren’t going to push you into going if you aren’t ready to face him yet.” Ginny said kindly.
Hermione forced herself not to glare at Ginny. Did Ginny think she was doing her a big favour? Hermione was a big girl, she could look after herself. Right? “Thanks Ginny.”
She usually stayed overnight with her parents Saturday night. They usually spent all of Sunday making use of Hermione's ministry access to approved inter-country portkeys by travelling all over the world, visiting different museums and historic sites or going to art galleries - all of Hermione's favourite past times. At night though, they would ask her, ‘Who are you bringing over’ ‘Weren’t you seeing that one boy’ ‘You mentioned Robert from work the other day.’ She loved them with all her heart, bless their souls but she would love to Silencio them at the dinner table and she could eat dinner in peace.
When she finally melted on to her couch late Sunday night, she spied the box of truffles sitting on her coffee table. She stared at it for a full minute before lifting the lid and eating one. Then another. And another. Followed by four more. It had been a long week.
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A/N: Hello! This is my first fanfic in a long time, you may have seen me have some teething issues with formatting when I first posted - sorry! This hopefully won't be a very long story, just a nice short romcom that I'm writing between exams and assessment :)
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