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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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A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Hermione Jean Granger - her birthday was last Saturday on the 19th! Here’s to the light of my life, fire of my loins (one half of it anyway) Also a dedication to all the lovely people that took the time to review the first chapter of my story :) Much much much love!
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When Draco got home Friday morning, it was still dark – but it had stopped raining so he decided to walk home. Good thing he did, as he noticed something sitting outside his door as he walked up to the door of his muggle apartment. He noticed a bag full of… his clothes? On top of his pants, there was a note with very neat handwriting.
Hi from 4G!
Your laundry had blown off your balcony so I gave it a quick clean and dry with my laundry – I hope you don’t mind. Make sure you peg your things down next time!
He felt the edges of his mouth curve up to a smile. It had been a while since someone had done something that nice and selfless for him - if ever. There was a pleasant lingering scent of jasmine, vanilla and something else... He hovered his hand over the clothes. He could feel the tingling of residual magic on it. There was another magical person living in this building. And they lived in 4G. He had never officially met any of his neighbours so he hadn’t the foggiest who it could be.
Well, that makes life a bit more interesting, he thought.
He grabbed the bag and stepped into his dark apartment. He had moved into the one bedroom flat about month ago from the Manor and he hadn’t regretted his decision once yet. After a lifetime of living in that oversized mansion and after all that had happened there. He didn’t know how his parents could stand it and he knew he was bound to do something stupid if he lived with them a day longer in that place. Both parents under house arrest and the ministry having control of their funds was a huge blow to the Malfoys. To have to jump for their fortune and have their spending scrutinised with a fine toothed comb was humiliating. So, Draco used his allocated funds to rent out a low-key muggle apartment in the Covent Garden area. No questions asked, no one knew who he was when Darius Maleny applied for the flat, cash up front.
Having a place that was purely his own felt right. He planned one day to move back but for now he could bring people back to a place that was truly himself. Not that he really brought people back here on the hours that he worked. He glanced at the clock in the living room. 3:20 am - time for breakfast. He pulled out an array of ingredients from the refrigerator and began poaching eggs.
He found himself with a lot of time on his hands considering the hours that he worked. Not many people liked coming over at 3am on a weekday for breakfast. But he did love his job. Potioneering had always been a big passion of his, and to be allowed to do it for a living was a dream come true. Unfortunately, he was permanently on nights and had been for a couple of years now. Someone needed to brew the potions by the light of the moon or at certain times during the night and that person was him. The head of his department had taken a chance on an ex-death eater when no one else would, so he wasn’t going to go and mess it up.
After breakfast, he set off to bed and magically darkened his curtains so that the morning light couldn’t shine through and wake him up. He actually needed to get up at a decent hour on Fridays.
This was because he usually met up with Blaise for lunch on Friday afternoons. They had organised to meet up at the lesser known Le Café Lierre, closer to the less populated end of Diagon Alley North. Draco was already seated at a small, secluded booth inside, reading a book he had picked up on the way there - Potions of the 10^th Century. Draco looked up when the door tinkled and there stood Blaise. He looked very professional in his work robes as an Obliviator at Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. He had grown his hair out and it was tied a back in a small ponytail. Paired his with dark hair and olive skin, it made him look even more roguish and Italian than ever. The ladies flocked to his mysterious charms as evident as Madam Ivy fluttered to his side before he waved her off and made his way over to Draco’s table. Draco stood as they greeted each other with a hand shake.
“Hey mate, been here long? I got accosted a few times on the way out.”
“It’s not a problem when you pretty much work alone,” Draco replied. As they sat down, Madam Ivy arrived with a bottle of red. “Just in time, thank you.”
She looked star-struck as she grinned and blushed in reply. Blaise nodded in her general direction as she left. “What about Madam Ivy there Draco, she’s eyed you off one too many times.”
“As much as I’d love to woo a witch the age of my mother, that one would definitely go straight to Witch Weekly as a tell-all scandal,” Draco said, rolling his eyes. “You can go right ahead, you have my blessing.”
“I can see the front page now, ‘My Night with a Death-Eater’ pages 12-34,” Blaise laughed. “But anyway how has work been?” Blaise said he watched the bottle magically pour them both a glass of wine.
Draco sighed as he swirled his spoon in the stew that appeared in front of him. “Its work. I’ve been doing some extra work again on developing some new potions but I don’t really want to push my luck with Potioneer Autenberry like last time. But I could whinge all day about work as you know. You?”
“Mmm yes, alright at the moment but that never lasts. We had a huge case a few days ago. Someone was doing Charms experiments in their basement. By the time we got there the whole village was running around with elephant trunks on their foreheads!” Draco let out of long laugh as Blaise rubbed the bridge of his nose. “You laugh now but the paperwork for that case has been a nightmare. As soon as I walk out of my office there are at least five people on my back about it.”
When they had finished their entrée of Bouillabaisse, their mains of Duck Confit with turnip puree appeared on the table. Draco suddenly recalled the note in his pocket which he handed over to Blaise.
Blaise quickly perused the note before gesturing to it. “What did they want in exchange?”
“Nothing! It’s strange, right?”
“Well you should give her something back to be polite,” Blaise said bluntly.
“Her? How do you know they’re female?” Draco replied curiously.
“You can just tell by the handwriting. I learnt this from my Grandmother. May I?” Draco nodded so Blaise extracted his wand from his pocket and began to mutter under his breath. The words magically lifted from the page and he began to examine them carefully. “Well what do you want to know?”
“I don’t know,” Draco shrugged. “Is she single?”
“Hmm… heh well for one she’s passionate, sexually frustrated and open for anything.”
Draco leaned back in his chair and smirked. “Oh yeh?”
“But she’s also cautious and blunt. And…she’s unpretentious, inquisitive, kind and loyal,” Continued Blaise.
“Sounds like a bloody Gryffindor,” Draco snorted. “But what are the chances of that. It’s highly unlikely that someone who went to Hogwarts in the flat directly above mine.”
“Sounds like it might be a fated meeting, mate,” Blaise said assuredly.
“Get over yourself Zabini, you sound like Trelawney,” Draco scoffed.
“Having to work with the Department of Mysteries is rubbing off on me,” Blaise shrugged. “I was actually thinking about applying for a transfer there actually after all this.”
Draco’s eyebrows raised at that. “Will I ever see you again?”
Blaise smiled back. “Going to miss me?”
“Yeh, I’m going to miss hearing you spout all your conspiracy bullshit,” Draco countered.
“It’s just a thought at this stage. I don’t even know if I’m cut out to be an Unspeakable,”
“Not with your big mouth, maybe not!” Draco laughed.
“Whatever. You know how the saying goes, time waits for no one, unless you have a time turner. You should think about that too, Draco.”
Their café au laits arrived and they both silently began to stir at least a tablespoon of sugar – they were both known for being big sweet-tooths.
“You should test if she is a Hogwarts alumni,” Blaise said after a while.
“What if she’s a Hufflepuff,”Draco protested and pulled a face jokingly.
Blaise winked back at him. “She’s a smart girl, she’ll figure it out.”
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On Saturdays, he played casual Quidditch league out at Surrey with some ex-Hogwarts friends - Blaise, Theo, Adrian and some Ravenclaws; Michael, Terry and Roger.
Their team, the Thunder Hawks were currently top of their ladder (and they would tell anyone who is willing to listen about it). Today they were versing a team called the Billowing Billywigs. Draco could hear Pansy screaming at the top of her lungs from the small stand with a big sign. She and Roger had been dating for a few months now so she had been showing up to all their games.
“Will you shut your bird up, Davies,” Theo muttered to Roger who was waving at Pansy enthusiastically.
“Hey, none of your girls can be bothered to make it out here. She’s our one woman cheerleader,” He said proudly, beaming at her and blowing her a kiss.
Draco rolled his eyes at them making eyes at each other. “You guys make me sick. If I’m off my game today you know it’s because I caught sight of them and I needed to puke.”
“Malfoy, I don’t want excuses today I want that snitch!” Blaise interjected, jabbing at Draco in the chest.
“Hey hey, who’s team captain here. Alright gentlemen, let’s smash them like we do every week.” Draco grinned to his fellow team mates. “If we lose to a team called the Billowing Billywigs I’m going to be right pissed. Let’s get to it!”
Draco loved playing Quidditch on Saturday afternoon. The only day where his brain truly got to switch off and all he had to worry about was avoiding bludgers and catching the snitch. The roar of wind in his ears, the weightlessness of the broom under his hands, the afternoon sun bathing the pitch – how could anyone not love flying? After taking a minute to enjoy kicking off, he immediately flew high above the pitch to start pinpointing the snitch’s location.
Besides his questionable taste in women, Roger was an incredible Keeper and always managed to keep most quaffles out before Draco could hunt down the snitch. Blaise, Theo and Michael worked amazingly well together as Chasers and had already scored a few times. Adrian and Terry were surprisingly heavy hitters and Draco felt much safer on the pitch in their capable hands.
His previous team had barely gotten third in the last season but with his current team - with the newly added Ravenclaws, he was sure they were going to be top. Especially since 30 minutes into the game, they were already up 80 to 30 and Draco had just spotted the snitch. The Billywigs seeker was nowhere to be seen so Draco went for it, revelling in the rush of blood to his head. In the distance he could hear the noise of the small yet decent crowd cheering and yet his mind faded away to silence as he closed in on the snitch.
After a brutal victory against the Billywigs, they went to a local muggle pub (to avoid the annoying prying eyes of journalists) for a round or three. Pansy was there gushing over Roger who looked very pleased with himself. He did make very impressive saves this time and Draco would be more than happy to see more of them in the next game, even if it meant Pansy hanging around them. Even though they had dated during their time at Hogwarts and amiably split, she tended to get on his nerves after being around her for too long.
After their drunken celebration, the portkey landed them in an alleyway near Charing Cross Road. They said their goodbyes and went in separate directions. Draco took the short walk home to Covent Garden and thanked the Gods he did. On his way up, he followed up a particularly nice behind up the stairwell. He was very glad she couldn’t see his eyes glued to her ass. He didn’t notice he went passed his floor until he was at level 4. This gave him a sneaky chance to see if she was his girl from 4G. She walked straight past it and went straight to the door labelled 4F. Not the girl he was looking for, but he wasn’t going to complain about seeing her walk away.
He jogged back down to the third floor and spied a box outside his door. Curiosity sufficiently piqued, he kicked open the door with the box in hand. After re-enlarging his broom and placing it in the broom cupboard, he sat down to investigate the box. Atop it, was a small note.
Hi again from 4G!
Those were my favourite chocolates, how did you know? You really didn’t have to, it was such a sweet gesture. In exchange I offer some biscuits I made, hopefully you’ll at least find one you’ll like.
P.S – My laundry secret is a touch of magic
The box was full of biscuits of all kinds: Macarons, Jammy Biscuits, Shortbread… Cauldron Cakes. The homemade Cauldron Cakes looked very innocent, nestled between the more ordinary sweets. He briefly considered the possibility of eating the whole box of biscuits for tea but had to strongly remind himself that he was 25 years old and needed to have some semblance of responsibility. With a few of the biscuits in hand, he sprinted back up the stairs and rapped on the door. He expectantly waited for a minute or so before slowly returning to his flat, munching on shortbread. He paused and looked at the shortbread.
He closed the door and picked up the note again trying to glean more clues from it. A female student from Hogwarts lived above him. It had been seven years since he graduated so it could literally be anyone. He was enjoying their sneaky back and forth interactions and she was obviously quite an intelligent girl, being very scant with her clues. Smart and sneaky… A Slytherin or a Ravenclaw?
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On Sunday mornings, Draco ritualistically visits the manor and would stay overnight. Since both of his parents were under house arrest for another five years, he felt compelled to help with the boredom. After the house elves greeted him at the fireplace and took his night bag, he went straight to the greenhouse where his mother was already working on her plants. Narcissa Malfoy had quite the green thumb - ‘Topped Herbology every year, thank you very much’ she would say to him growing up. His memories of her during his youth would centre around the garden and her increasing amount of rare and unusual plants.
The plant she was currently breeding and working on were ones to help sufferers of the Cruciatus curse. They would sing a haunting melody to help stop further regression and she planned on donating to them to the Janus Thickey Ward at St Mungo’s. Potentially, patients would no longer need frequent attention from hospital staff and perhaps be sent home with their family and a plant.
“Oh come here my boy,” She gestured with open arms as Draco entered the greenhouse. The Malfoys didn’t get many visitors so having their only son over was usually an ordeal. “Let me look at you, it’s been so long.” She said dramatically.
“Mother, I visit every Sunday, calm down.” He muttered as she smothered him with hugs and kisses.
“Draco, I need some reason to get excited, don’t you take this away from me,” She said grabbing his face in her hands and looking into his eyes that matched her own. “Since you’ve been gone I’ve been doing some adjusting and sent them over to St. Mungo’s! What do you think of them?”
She let go of his face so that he could inspect the plants. They were a strange shade of purple and were currently closed. These looked larger than the last few he had seen with larger buds and thicker stems.
“Mother they are looking fantastic, these are definitely your best yet. Did the soil booster I made help much?”
“You can see the results of your talents, Draco. Don’t they look fantastic,” She said beaming at her plants and her son, carefully touching its expansive leaves.
“You know that’s all your genius, I just watch,” He said, leaning over and kissing her on the forehead reverently. “Although, I have to stop doing that, I think my Senior Potioneer might be getting suspicious about missing ingredients and I don’t want a repeat of last time.”
“Oh pish, it sounds like they are taking advantage of you anyway. Why don’t you leave that place and come back home, we miss you ever so much,” She pouted, making doe eyes at him.
“I’ll think about it,” He mumbled in reply, his default response.
Posey the House-Elf popped in to the greenhouse with an extravagant array of pastries on a tray balancing on one hand, and hovering cups, pots and other dishes behind her. After placing the tray laden with fresh baked apricot and cherry danishes, flaky croissants and still warm scones complete with fresh clotted cream and raspberry jam, she began setting the table. As the mother and son sat down, Draco addressed Posey politely, “Posey can you get me some Wideye potion, I forgot to bring some with me.”
Posey gasped in shock. “Master Malfoy, yes! Please eat to lots to stay awake!” She squeaked and disappeared with a pop.
“Draco I don’t know if taking too many of those is good for you,” Narcissa Malfoy sniffed. “You should really talk to that woman about at least getting a job with a normal schedule, honestly.”
“Someone has to do it mother and that person is me,” Draco replied, using his default response.

After helping her experiment with soil types and repot plants into larger or smaller pots, they would stop and have lunch with his father.
He would then help his father with researching loop holes in their expansive library to get them out of their current legal predicament. They did have all the books on getting out of many legal predicaments after all.
Lucius Malfoy was also an avid reader and would always send Draco home with a small pile book recommendations. Over the years of confinement, he had become increasingly over eager for someone to discuss books with. Draco had noticed he had been sneakily slipping in muggle work between the other books and pretending not to notice. Unluckily for Lucius, if you wanted to discuss a book, you needed to acknowledge its existence.
That night, Draco was preparing for bed in his old room. He moved the Sleeping Draught next to his bedside table for later and jumped into bed. He picked up one of his father’s recommended reads – the first one on the pile was a book by a muggle author called The Da Vinci Code. Draco chucked to himself softly as he thought about how stubborn his father was being. As he started reading, he found his mind was still thinking about who this mystery girl was in the flat above him. He really hoped Blaise was right about her being female.
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AN: If you’ve noticed a timeline shift, you are correct! I’ve gotten Draco’s weekly schedule mixed up, oopsie. I had to add in a bit more to make it more cohesive too. I’ve also been fixing up the spelling and grammar errors I’ve noticed from the consequences of writing at 3am. Fun fact - The Da Vinci Code was on the New York Bestseller list consecutively for 137 weeks and was outsold in 2003 by Order of the Phoenix :3
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