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The Uneventful Story

By Snowflake Imp

Rated: R

Chapter 02

Disclaimer: I treat
Harry Potter like I do Legolas; I pretend it�s mine. ALL MINE.

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Diary entry No. 46, Vol. V

Well, here it is! My
holiday! My lovely, relaxing, impromptu
vacation! It�s so lovely! And relaxing! And�.and impromptu!

��.yes alright, it�s bloody boring without having anything
to do. The problem with taking a
holiday just at a drop of a hat is that no one else has one. Everybody is working.

Who does that in this day and age!?

Harry is playing Brazil in the playoffs, Ron is
investigating a possible money leech in the Ministry, Ginny is too busy at the
hospital � it IS flu season � and can�t spare a moment�.

The twins� shop is booming and there is an infinite amount
of naughty children (AND adults; I know of two, and their names start with an H
and R) that they need to pander to.

As the last resort, I even resigned myself of visiting
Lavender and the girls, but even they had no time to see me! Who knew a boutique had so much upkeep. Flu season meant gown season as well,
according to their fashion news. And
boot season. Lots and lots of cows and
snakes died for flu season, apparently.
What a noble cause to die for.
God save them, really.

So here I am, sitting all alone in a caf� typing away at
this ridiculously Muggle looking device.
Normally, I am not so insecure as to be miserable when alone, but I�m at
a low point in my life I think, and a little company would be greatly
appreciated.

Perhaps I should stop by my parents� place later on
today. Heaven knows how little of them
I see. Not only does my hectic work
distance me from them, but also my entire way of life is foreign to them. Through the years, we�re finding less and
less things in common, and we�re now reduced to sending cards at the
appropriate occasions.

Merlin, that line of thinking is making me upset. It�s decided then. Time for our next adventure, children:

Hermione goes to Muggle Land, armed with only a toothbrush
in case of a surprise dental inspection.

Curse you coffee and your treacherous staining abilities.

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Around three in the afternoon, Hermione used a Portkey to
appear in a deserted alleyway in Muggle London, near Piccadilly Square. She also promptly appeared on a fresh mound
of dog droppings.

Right upon impact she knew exactly what she had stepped
in. The way her foot was squishing
around and the stench was unmistakable.

<Bloody brilliant,> she thought sourly. <Would anyone else land in a pile of
dog feces? No. They�d have appeared flawlessly without any
sort of embarrassing consequences. I
curse you fate. I curse
you.> If it was one thing
Hermione was good at, it was cursing and damning things. Now the only things left uncursed were
fluffy slippers, water, and shiny jewelry that distracted her.

After a brisk scourging spell, she trudged to her parents�
clinic above one of her childhood favorite delis. Hermione reminded herself to grab a sandwich on her way out. Smoothing out the wrinkles in her modest
skirt and old coat, she knocked on the door and entered.

�Hullo miss, do you have an appointment?� a cheerful
secretary said from over a messy desk.

�Hullo Lucy, it�s been awhile,� Hermione said with a
smile. �Are Mum and Dad in?�

�Oh! Hermione! How lovely to see you! I barely recognized you!� the secretary
cried happily.

�It�s nice to see you too,� she said. �Are my parents busy?�

�Oh my, well, yes, in a sense,� the aging woman said with a
blush. �They decided to have a second
honeymoon and are off in the Caribbean for the next week and half. Didn�t they tell you dear?�

A cold feeling washed over Hermione as she numbly smiled and
said something about forgetting about their honeymoon, silly her.

Well, it�s a good thing her parents� love was still strong,
at least. But oh, the timing!

Unhappy and sullen, she moodily purchased a sandwich and a
cup of coffee, extra black. And
crisps. A large bag. And a bagel. With extra cream cheese.
And a candy bar. Okay, two candy
bars.

She used to Portkey to go to Diagon Alley, quickly stepping
side to side in case of a repeat case of squishing. Thankfully, the Fates decided to give her a break and gave her a
clean runway on which to land on.

She sighed, juggling her goodies uncomfortably. Well, what now? Eating? Then what? Drinking?
No, drinking alone was depressing.
The library? Usually, a good
choice, but today just didn�t feel like a
lock-yourself-up-alone-reading-books-in-a-musty-old-library day. She needed��.human contact.

Sighing again, she began walking down the busy street,
settling for being around humans if she couldn�t interact with one. Maybe she�d drop by the Ministry later and
stalk Ron home. Hermione grinned a
little. Yes, that sounded pretty good.

�Oomf!!� Hermione would have said more, but there was a more
at stake than her pride at the moment.

Must. Save. FOOD.

In a clumsy attempt at saving both coffee cup and bag of
gastronomical delights, she ended both spilling the coffee on her old white
coat and dropping the bag.

�I�m terribly sorry,� a clear, strong voice remarked.

Tearing her eyes away from the hideous stain spreading on
her coat, she looked at the owner of the voice and paled.

Alex Grace.

And��companion.
Pretty, girl companion. Who was
desperately trying not to giggle.
Hermione wished to inform her that she failed miserably. She gets an F for tact.

<No! NOO! DAMN YOU FATES!> she screamed as she spiraled into a wave
of embarrassment.

�Oh no, don�t apologize, it was my fault, really,� Hermione
said weakly, wishing there was a grate for her to ooze into and die. Instead, she chose to dab the coffee with
some tissue.

�I�d offer you a handkerchief but I�m afraid the Minister
used it yesterday,� Alex said ruefully.
�You wouldn�t happen to have one�.?�
He turned his head to the blonde and beautiful woman.

She reluctantly replied, �Well, yes I do, actually�..� She walked up to Hermione and hesitantly
handed over a silk, pink, and flowered Louis Vuitton handkerchief. Hermione blanched.

�That�s really alright, no need to wreck both a coat and a
lovely handkerchief,� Hermione said quickly, doing some quick mental
calculations. If she was right, and she
usually was, that scrape of cloth was worth more than her entire outfit
combined!

�It�s so old anyways, I was looking for any excuse to get
rid of it,� Hermione continued to blabber.
<Why me? WHY ME?!!>

Alex looked doubtful.

Hermione flushed.
�No, really, there�s no need to worry.�

His lips quirked up slightly. �Fine, if you say so.�

And then there was silence.
The worst sort of silence.
Awkward silence.

Hermione coughed and eyed her surroundings nervously. In an attempt to keep busy, she picked up
her bag of food and twiddled with the plastic handles. Alex and companion appeared uncomfortable.

�Er�so, how are things at the lab?� It was her last stab at conversation and she
prayed it would work. Alex Grace was a
man of few words, so hopefully talk about the office would at least make him
say something.

�Well, things aren�t running as smoothly as when you�re
there,� he said. �But thankfully
there�s still some sort of order.�

Hermione sighed with relief. One of the reasons she never left for a vacation was due to her
overwhelming fear that the lab would turn into a vortex of chaos and
candy. God did those mad scientists
love their candy.

�Oh, that�s so lovely to hear. My minions are learning,� she said happily.

�Excuse me�.your what?� Alex asked, puzzled.

�Er��my co-workers.
My co-workers are learning.
Um�.to�stand on their own�.uh, their own two�.feet�� Hermione trailed
off, mumbling. Dear heavens, did she
just say �minions� outloud? In front of
a sophisticated bunch like Alex Grace and company?!

�A-are you sure? I�m
pretty sure you said min-�

�Co-workers,� she said firmly. Believe in your words, and they will believe; believe in your
words, and they will believe, she chanted to herself.

Alex decided to let the matter drop. �Alright.�
He turned to the blonde girl.
�Do you need to go, Amelia?�

�Yes, actually. I
have an appointment with Candie in fifteen minutes,� she said, trying to not sound
anxious to leave.

Hermione winced. She
could practically taste the cutesy warping of the name. Absolutely disgusting.

�Oh, then I won�t keep you.
It was very nice bumping into both of you,� Hermione paused. �Well, not really.� She gestured to the stain.

And then something amazing happened. For the first time since Hermione has known
him, Alex laughed. Hermione had to hold
back a gasp of surprise. He had a wonderful
laugh. Rich and genuine.

Still with a rare smile on his face, he waved goodbye to
her. �Enjoy your holiday, Hermione.�

She nodded dazedly, waving back. After Alex and the blonde disappeared around the corner, Hermione
managed to whisper, �Yeah, thanks�.�

She shook herself out of her stupor and looked into her bag
of food to see if anything was smushed.
When finding nothing wrong, she looked at the stain on her coat,
wondering if she should save it to remind herself of this day.

�Honestly, are any of you of magical abilities?� an even
deeper baritone voice asked.

Hermione froze.
There was only one voice that sounded that aristocratic, that annoying,
that dangerous��.

�What are you blithering on about, Malfoy?� she asked
coolly. Of all the days to bump into
him�.

Draco Malfoy. The
biggest thorn in her side. Never mind
that he was one of the most decorated war heroes next to Harry and Ron. Never mind that he risked life and limb for
the Order. To her, he was still that
bratty kid from Hogwarts that lived to annoy her. Except more sexy. Which,
surprisingly, made her dislike him even more.
People that pretty needed to be beaten in the face in order to make
everyone else in the world feel better about themselves.

He was now the head Chair of the Ministry Department of
Funding � a position that practically made him the King in their
administration. Anybody who needed
funding needed to go to him, begging, pleading, and crying for the money. Even Arthur had to kiss up to him smarmy
arse. The position did nothing to
deflate his ego. And in Hermione�s
case, he always, ALWAYS, had to make her jump through hoops for him every time
they needed even the tiniest beaker replaced.
Sadistic bastard.

Draco pointed his wand at the huge coffee stain. �Scourgify!�

And Hermione�s everlasting memory of Alex�s laugh was
forever removed. She stared at him
aghast. Her�..her precious souvenir!

�Now Granger, I know what you�re thinking,� he said
imperiously. �But despite your
surprise, I am, in actuality, a wonderful, wonderful man. Full of kindness, compassion, and love.�

�I know you�re full of something else�� she muttered
unhappily. Oh, would he just leave so
she could sulk properly? She�d be
damned if she let Malfoy know how much she treasured a stain.

�Tsk tsk,� he chastised.
�Is that what you say to someone who lent a helping hand?�

�This isn�t going on our bill, is it?� she asked
suspiciously. Draco had created
(�Specifically for you!� he had crowed) a tab bill for her and her entire
insane department, and subsequently billed her for things from lab equipment to
taxes on �high body temperature, thus causing the Ministry to increase Cooling
Charm energy by .000385%.� It was a
good thing her department enjoyed frozen and freeze-dried food for lunch
� they could afford no better.

He laughed. Hermione
hated to admit it, but when not being snarky and evil about it, Malfoy had a
nice laugh too. Deep and rippling.

�You�re on holiday, aren�t you? I�m not so cruel as to dock you out on the streets,� his lips
curled to a sinful smirk. He began
playing with his ridiculously expensive cuffs and cuff links. Oooh, they were sparkly�.

�So tell me, how are you going to spend all two�all
two�.weeks�� He narrowed his eyes when he realized Hermione wasn�t paying
attention to him in the least. He
followed her eyes; he moved his arms to the left.

Her head turned with them.

Swish.

Turn.

Swish.

Turn.

Swish swish.

Turn turn.

He heaved a sigh as he removed the shiny cuff links. He grabbed her arm and shoved them into her
hand. �Dammit Granger, these are the
third pair I had to relinquish in order to get your attention,� he said
gruffly, straightening his sleeves.

She moved the links in her hand, enjoying their sparkling
clinking. She quickly put them in her
pockets for later ogling.

�First off, no one is making you give them to me. Secondly, your stupid bill cancels out the
costs of these cuff links,� here he coughed haughtily. He doubted even her yearly salary could
equal the price on any of his belongings.

�THIRDLY,� she continued loudly, ignoring him, �It�s not
like you can�t afford a bit of charity once in awhile. You spoiled poof.�

Draco sneered.
Seemed some of his good humor was beginning to wane. Hermione enjoyed nothing more than to break
through his stupid �I�m better than you, thus you can never touch me emotionally�
fa�ade and reveal the bratty, childish, true face of Malfoy.

�Yes, I suppose charity is needed, especially in your case,�
he said nastily. �You can�t do any
better.�

Hermione glared.
True, she technically started the nastiness, but oh, the words that come
out of that gorgeous mouth. She
straightened herself and began marching past him.

�I don�t need this from you today, ferret,� she said
angrily. �We can continue this in two
weeks. Until then, go wreak your
despair on some other poor soul.�

She didn�t wait for his response and after turning the
corner, Apperated back to her apartment.
With a heavy sigh, she sat down with a thud on her ugly sofa. What a day.
Her one ray of happiness had come with a big price.

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Diary Entry No. 47, Vol. V

I saw the one who I�ve had my eye � oh, bugger it. I�ll write it out in plain view.

ALEX GRACE, the one I�ve been secretly admiring all these
years, has not only seen me in my worst form, but I have visual confirmation
that he�s seeing someone. And she was
bloody gorgeous. Of course Alex would
go for someone like her. With looks
like his, he has the luxury of picking and choosing.

I wonder what he sees in her. Alex doesn�t strike me as the type who would just fall for a
pretty face. Knowing my luck, she�s
probably a genius, a prodigy that our generation should bow down to. Witty, sophisticated, cultured. Merlin I have never been so close to hating
a person out of jealousy before. I must
control myself.

It�s just that Alex is so�.so�perfect. That�s the only way to describe him. I�ve never been the type who just falls for
people � it takes me a long time of evaluating and questioning and thinking
before deciding that yes, yes I do like him.
Most don�t make the cut. But
Alex fits every criteria that I have for a perfect boyfriend and more. He�s grounded, confident, but not arrogant,
loyal, experienced, intelligent, reliable, handsome, well-liked, a man of few
but meaningful words��and the list goes on.

Of course someone like him dangling right in front of me for
so long would be snatched away. The
hurt and disappointment hasn�t really settled in yet. I�ll try to avoid it for as long as possible.

Instead, I have to deal constantly with people like Draco
Malfoy; his physical appearance makes you ache, but if you had one iota of a
brain cell, his personality would make you gag with disgust.

NO! No more thinking of that ferret! He should not waste anymore more of my
precious diary space.

TO THE EATING.

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One week into her vacation, Hermione was growing bored out
of her mind. The days were getting
longer, and there was only so much time one could spend reading books in the
library UNRELATED to her field of interest before feeling restless. So with a heavy heart, she made a decision. Early Monday morning, she snuck back into
the lab to take some reports and documents home to peruse over. Nothing too dense, just enough to keep her
up to speed and focused. Tip -toeing
out of her office, she noticed something was peculiar in the atmosphere.

Tense.

Nervous.

��LUST?!!

Her laboratory was no place for copulations!! She smartly barged through the double
swinging doors to the lab to find all her minions crowding around in a
circle. Most were oblivious to her
presence. Until�.

�Dr. Granger!� someone cried.

�Oh nooooo!� someone else to the left wailed. �We�re not prepared!�

She looked around.
�What�s going on here?� She
worked her way through the crowd into the center. Only to discover the devil in blonde hair.

�Malfoy?!!� she yelped.
�What in God�s name are you doing in the dungeon?� Another cute name for the lab.

�Dungeon? How kinky
of you Granger,� he murmured. There
was�..something off about him today.
His eyes�.

They were sparkling.

�What�s going on?
What�s happening?!� she asked frantically, looking around for
answers. A glittery-eyed Malfoy meant a
pleased Malfoy, and a pleased Malfoy��

�You couldn�t have come at a better time! Kudos to your wonderful timing,� he said
gleefully. It looked like he was desperately
trying hard not the rub his hands together like a villain.

Typically Slytherin habits.

�Since last Thursday�s ah�.unfortunate accident,� he began,
interrupted by some moaning in the crowd.
�The Ministry and the departments of Funding and Internal Affairs
collaborated and have come to a final decision. As I�ve just told everyone else, this research department, out of
all of our research departments, has had the most accidents, incidents, and
interventions ever recorded.
Unfortunately, it�s also one of our most important departments, so
funding is crucial and cannot be pulled.�

She sighed with so relief; at least they weren�t going to be
axing anybody. She was too used to
there being�.accidents to be properly outraged anymore. She�ll ask Rudy later. He was the department�s top gossip monger.

�Therefore, voted unanimously, starting today, this
department will be having a watchdog manager to help prevent accidents and
properly assess funding on a constant minute-to-minute basis. Prior to this method, there had only been
blanket estimations for the department, leading to either unnecessary increase
in cost to the Ministry, or lack of proper funding. And the one who will be doing the assessing, Granger,� here he
finally turned to her, his eyes practically mad with delight.

�Is me.�

And a pleased Malfoy meant a truly, honestly, completely fucked
Hermione.

�Think of me as the producer to your entertainingly quaint
play!!� he cried to the crowd, unhealthily pleased with the situation.

The crowd hesitantly clapped. They were confused. The
words coming out of his mouth were disturbing, and the glint in his eye was
scary��but the enthusiasm! And
prettiness! Who could not clap to that?

The clapping grew stronger.

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Diary Entry No. 48, Vol. V

Reasons why my life is shit, cont.:
1. Draco
  Malfoy is alive.
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