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The Uneventful Story

By Snowflake Imp

Rated: R

Chapter 03

Disclaimer: Why must
we fanfic writers be forced to do a disclaimer every time we release a
chapter? It�s pure torture, it is. What would happen if I just started saying
in my disclaimer that Harry Potter WAS mine?
And everybody should pay me royalties?
Would I get arrested? This
experiment will continue in the next post.
For now, Harry Potter is not mine.
Boo hoo.

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Diary Entry No.49, Vol V

When Malfoy announced that he was to be shacking up, indefinitely,
with us, I nearly fainted. US. We barely get through any of our assignments
without getting arrested when no one�s looking. How are we to survive with someone breathing down our necks all
the time? Damn Ministry, don�t they
understand corners NEED to be cut sometimes; that following �laws� isn�t the
most practical thing to do sometimes?
We deliver results, don�t we?
What more do they want?

I would have already thought that we�re royally screwed if
an unbiased, third party manager was assigned to us, but Malfoy? We�re dead.
Utterly dead. I�M utterly dead.

Oh cruel cruel fates, can�t you smile down on me for once?!!

I�m sure that stupid, inbred, albino little rodent has had
it in for me from day one, and now after all those years of plotting, he�s
going to deliver the killing blow.
Oooh, don�t think I�m not going down without a fight. I will take you with me if that�s what it
takes.

Tomorrow morning, I will find Ronald, and he and I will have
words.

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�Roooooon!!!
Why?! Why�d you do it Ron? I thought�I thought we were friends!!� a
voiced wailed down the hall in the Department of Internal Affairs.

�I read the dockets!!
If only one, ONE person nay-ed, the matter wouldn�t have passed! WHY
RON?!!� the wailing voice continued, increasing in volume and octave.

�Hermione!! Stop it!! You�re making a scene!� a very, very
embarrassed Ron hissed. He looked
around frantically, sweating slightly as the crowd was growing bigger.

�N-nothing to see here folks! Heh heh�you know how things go�time of the month�.er,� he said
nervously, a wavering smile plastered on his face.

He quickly clamped his hand on her arm and forcibly dragged
her into the office. Slamming the door
shut, he turned to her, his face desperate.

�Look, �Mione, I�m really really sorry, but I HAD to vote
yes! Your department is costing this
administration thousands of unnecessary Gaellons! Last Thursday�s accident really pissed off a lot of people � you
should have seen it! It was all so pink
and gooey and spiky�..I-I really don�t want to think about it anymore.� He pause, shuddering. He rubbed the bridge of his nose to ease the
pain of the memory. He shook himself.

�A good lot of our people are seeking therapy now � on our
money! Anything pink is now banned in
certain sectors of the Ministry! You
have any idea on how much that�s going to cost? This is serious. I can�t,
in good conscious, just leave your department to its own devices!� He finished, looking at Hermione, hopeful
she would see reason. He paled.

Oh no.

Not that face.

That face being when her eyes grew large,
sparkling with tears. Cheeks and nose
cutely rosey. The wobbly lips.

She delicately dabbed her handkerchief to her eyes. With a sniff, she replied, �But�.but why
Malfoy? I thought you, out of everybody
here, would know that he�s out to get me.
What happened? What happened to us?
� Her voice was perfectly watery,
perfectly pitiable.

Ron groaned, shoving his hand through his fiery hair. Do. Not. Let that voice get to you. Or the guilt trip. How many times had he been a sucker to this? Too many to count.

�It was either him, or nobody, �Mione. I�m sorry, I�m really am. But he�s not that bad anymore, trust
me. He�s still a snarky bastard, and
I�d punch his lights out if I ever got the chance, but,�. he�s different
now. He�s��.responsible. He can do this.� He sat down next to her,
clasping her hand into his.

She coolly pulled it away, turning away from him. Ron sighed.
�What can I do to make this right?
I can�t take back my vote; the decision has already gone through the
channels. Please �Mione, you know I
can�t feel good again until you�ve stop pouting.�

Hermione secretly smiled.
Oh, pouting was the best discovery she had ever discovered, back in 7^th
year. She kicked herself for not
drawing upon this goldmine sooner.
Before, Hermione had to fight tooth and nail to get her way with her
boys, mostly through yelling, glaring, and lecturing. Success rate was barely over 50%, and it took so much effort it
barely seemed worth it in the end. She
had never resorted to pouting because it seemed so�..weak.

But when she realized she was capable of pouting � something
usually reserved for cute, pretty, girly girls � and was damn good at it,
things became infinitely easier.

For her, that is.

Just wobble the lips, sniff, bambi-up those eyes, and talk
about us, and friendship, and it was smooth sailing. Harry and Ron were the biggest suckers out
of all of them to her pouting act � she just needed to push the right
buttons. So far, her act has 100%
chance of success. This was why
Hermione believed females were by far the better sex. Who else could get their way with a choice of being strong OR
weak?

Now, for the kill.

�Well�.,� she said with a sigh. Ron leaned closer, eager.

�It�s just that�Malfoy may not be Lucifer�s godson to you,
but he is to me Ron! He says awful,
nasty things, and always, ALWAYS finds way to make me feel bad! He constantly calls me names, and he looks
down on me, and he makes everything harder on me, just out of spite,� she said
tearfully, strategically grabbing Ron�s arm.

�He..he�s really that horrible with you?� Ron said tightly,
tilting her face to meet his eyes.

Hermione blinked, a tear falling tastefully down her
cheek. She nodded wordlessly, snuggling
her head in the crook of his neck.

Ron�s breathing was ragged, his ears reddening. �Don�t you worry about a thing, �Mione, I�ll
make this right. I�ll do whatever it
takes to get someone else on the job!
You just go enjoy the rest of your holiday, I need to start doing the
paperwork. He won�t be able to step
foot in your department when I�m done,� he said fiercely.

Hermione had to school her face into one of sadness turning
to hopefulness, not gleeful triumph.
�Oh, thank you Ron! I�m so sorry
about the things I said � you truly are my best friend!� she threw herself at
him, hugging him tightly.

Ron patted her back and lightly kissed her cheek. �Yes yes, I know. You say that every time I give in like a fool,� he said ruefully. �Now get out of here, you silly girl.�

Hermione winked and blew him a kiss as she sauntered out of
his office.

Oh, Malfoy, you thought you won, didn�t you?

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�WHAT IS GOING ON?!� Hermione practically screamed, her good
mood instantly disappearing.

There was moving of desks, papers flying, people
running! Hermione was suddenly not in
the mood for �frantic.� Everybody
halted what they were doing and turned to her.
They collectively shifted backwards, leaving the newbie to stand out in
front.

�You!� Hermione barked.
�Why isn�t anybody working?�

�Um�,� the squeaky boy pipped out. �T-the new manager said we h-had to help him move in�..a-and
clean up after�ourselves?� he finished nervously, looking to his new co-workers
for support.

�I see,� she said through gritted teeth. Him?
Using her minions to do stupid, meaningless, menial tasks
when they had to fracture that poison mod that they found in the alleyways of
Berlin two months ago? They haven�t got
the time!

�Well, you can go tell our new manager he can stick it up
his arse!� she declared hotly. She saw
the alchemists breathe a sigh of relief.
�He has no idea how we work around here, and I�ll be damned if he�s
going to be pushing us around! Back to
work my lovelies, we have a poison to break!�

Amidst their cheering � breaking a poison meant playing with
spiffing potions � Hermione practically ran over to a hastily renovated office
to see a slightly ruffled Malfoy arguing with someone from Supplies via
fireplace communication.

� � why can�t I get the bloody chair? Do you know who you�re denying, you insolent
sod!�

�SIR, I understand you�re upset, but currently, under the
Supplies Distribution Programme, managers are NOT allowed to have executive
leather chairs!� the exasperated intern declared. Oh, just a few more months of this and soon, sweet release to managerial
training!

�All I can do for you is to send up a nice upholstered
swivel chair. Would you like that? Would you like a swivel chair?� The intern attempted a cooing, comforting
voice, but it wasn�t very good.

�Stop talking to me like I�m fecking 10, boy, or I�ll have
you out on the streets so fast�-�

�Don�t abuse your power Malfoy, it makes you look petty and
small,� Hermione interrupted. Malfoy
whipped his head around and glared.

�Rules are rules, and if you break them, what kind of
example are you setting for the rest of us, hm? Mister Watchdog Manager,� she continued with a slight smirk.

It looked like Malfoy had to curb himself from launching at
Hermione in frustration. After mentally
counting to ten, he turned to the fireplace, calmer.

�Fine, send up that damned chair,� he grumbled, turning
around to focus his attention on other things.

�As you wish, sir,� the intern droned, sending a grateful
glance at Hermione. She merely smiled
and waved him off. The fire immediately
died.

�I don�t appreciate you butting into my affairs, Granger,�
he spat while filing some papers.

Hermione instantly retaliated, �I don�t appreciate you using
my staff as your personal monkeys, either!
Getting them to help you set up shop?
Telling them to clean up after themselves?! We�re a poison department Malfoy! We�re not here to look pretty!�

�Yes, I can see that�s quite obvious,� he hissed back,
looking at her up and down. Hermione
gasped, scandalized. The nerve of
this�this�!

She gritted her teeth.
Must. Not. Tell him that he�s soon to be sacked if Ron did things
right. Let the news come as a big
surprise. A delicious surprise she
would document second by second.

�I bet you say that to all the ladies,� she growled. She walked briskly up to him and glared at
him. �I don�t care what kind of manager
you are! I set the rules here and I
won�t be undermined, do you understand?

�My staff�s main priority is to work with poisons and
remedies, not cater to your every rich-boy needs. I won�t tolerate you changing rules and behavior around this department! You�re here to assess damages and
funds. Nothing else. Don�t you forget that.� With that, she turned around and began
walking out of the disarrayed office.
She would�ve walked straight out too, if he had not reached out and
firmly grabbed her shoulder. Hermione
whipped around, smacking his hand off her.

�Don�t you DARE touch me, you disgusting man!�

�Calm down Granger!
Dammit, take a seat, we need to talk,� he bit out, kicking a wooden
chair in her direction. She merely
glared balefully at it, defiantly remaining standing. Draco let out a huge breath in an attempt at regaining his
composure.

�You want to stand in those ugly, and frankly, uncomfortable
looking shoes? Fine!� he snapped. Hermione told herself she would not let that
comment on her shoes affect her.

�Look, I know we don�t have the best�relationship,� he said
awkwardly, stumbling over the last word like it was some sort of foreign
language. Hermione snorted.

�But this is work. I�m trying to make this place more efficient, Granger, can�t you
see that? And merely sitting around
tallying up costs and charges isn�t enough!
If I see a method that could be changed to help the Ministry, it�s
within my powers to change it. You
won�t tolerate me changing things around here?
I won�t tolerate you clinging onto your old ways like a spoilt
child just because you don�t like me!� he finished with a jab of a finger in
her direction.

�And I�m to believe you�re not going to turn the place
upside-down just to satisfy your power trip?
Yes, some things could be changed to make things more efficient, but you
don�t know this staff! All the
mad scientists, all the A.D.D geniuses, all the reject prodigies from all over
the world are here.
Normal methods don�t work with them!
Everyone, including the Ministry�s precious money, would benefit if you
just don�t meddle with something that works!� she explained, exasperated.

�Things most certainly are NOT working! Were you here Thursday?! Did you see that�pink�.tragedy? I assure you, that bloody incident is clear
evidence that this department needs some reform!� Even Malfoy seemed affected by the incident Thursday. Whatever it was. He seemed a bit pale.
More than usual, that is.

�Speaking of pink tragedies, what was Thursday all about
anyways? No one will tell me.� Hermione was peeved with this. Not even Rudy would let her know what had
happened. Hopefully Malfoy would let
her in on the secret � unless he too appeared to be too traumatized to talk
about it.

�You don�t need to know about that,� he dismissed with a
wave of a hand. Yup, traumatized. �In any case, I�m done with this
discussion. My judgment of the situation
can be trusted and I can make this work. You�ll just have to learn to deal with
it.� He appeared to be in a better mood,
as his tone was once again snarky and arrogant.

Hermione gritted her teeth.
It was like talking to a brick wall.
�The only reason I�m going to not continue this discussion, Malfoy,
is not because you say so, but because your very presence nauseates me. If you want to change anything, and I mean
anything, down to the miniscule detail, you will bring it up with me first!�

With that, she once again began leaving the office when his
voice stopped her dead her tracks.

�Oh, and Granger?
Weasley won�t be getting rid of me anytime soon,� he said confidently,
his voice oozing like dark chocolate.
�He doesn�t have the power. Not
this time.�

Not daring to turn around, Hermione shakily replied, �I have
no idea what you�re on about.�

She quickly left, not wanting to continue the
conversation. She was a terrible
liar. Damn! How did he find out so quickly?
Or was he merely guessing? Oh
damn damn damn!! Damn him!

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To: Minister Arthur Weasley

Subject: Retraction
of Vacation

Type: URGENT

Dear Arthur, I am writing to you to
announce that I have decided to cut my holiday short and will be returning to
work promptly tomorrow morning. Please
make sure the Data Department record the change correctly. Thank you.

Sincerely,

Hermione
Granger

Ministry Department of Poisons and
Remedies

Head Alchemist

P.S. � Tell Molly thank you for the
lovely pound cake. I ate it all in one
sitting.

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Sorry for the short chapter, but that�s all I can think of
for now!! I hope you all are enjoying
it!! Thanks for the nice comments � I live for them like I live for Krispy
Kreme doughnuts. Mmmmm
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