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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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The following Monday morning, an owl tapped at her window while she ate her porridge. The letter was from work, informing her that she was going to be sent to Wuppertal, Germany with Luna Lovegood as soon as possible. At this stage in her life, nothing much surprised her anymore. They were to investigate a rare appearance of a wild Norwegian Ridgeback roosting in the area. As it was not laying in a reserve, they had to monitor the area carefully. Their main task was to set up wards, as if poachers learnt about the laying mother’s position, things may get nasty. Hermione had a lot of experience with illegal dragon egg trading.
As she finished reading the note, Hermione felt herself get excited – she hadn’t been out in the field for such a long time. Her position recently had been essentially a desk job at the Ministry. At the same time, she was a little irked as she had a lot of paperwork to get done. She had a feeling these legal documents she had been working so hard on were about to get very side-tracked if dragon laying season was beginning.
She was well versed in packing quickly and efficiently and had her things ready to go for her trip in less than 15 minutes in her trusty beaded bag. Before she left, she found herself obsessively checking her front door for any notes that may have appeared since last night. The box had disappeared from outside 3G, but there had been no indication of communication since then. She felt a small tinge of disappointment as she walked to work but convinced herself she was being ridiculous as it had only been less than 2 days.
When Hermione arrived at Whitehall, she found Luna waiting in the Atrium staring up at the new fountain. From what she had heard, a lot of the ministry repairs were funded by old death eater money. That included the replacement fountain which had replaced the awful eyesore that was the Magic is Might monument. The replacement was similar to the previous fountain, but instead of the wizard and witch standing about the creatures, they looked to be standing tall together, all looking into the distance. It was also a commemorative piece to remember those lost at war. The names of the lives lost were inscribed into the marble around the fountain base.
She greeted Luna on her arrival who had grown into a stunning young woman. Her trademark long, dirty blonde hair was hidden not so successfully under a sun hat. She was dressed like she was about to go on an archaeological dig – but more floral. As it turned out, Luna - a magizoologist, was hiking around Wuppertal looking for Hepzerfuds (as well as other interesting magical creatures to observe).
She had almost walked straight into the nest while wandering the area last week. Luckily, the mother was gone when it happened and Luna had thankfully gotten out of there quickly. They would usually have the aid of a Dragonologist like Charlie, but as it turns out the whole of Europe was in laying season and it was all hands on deck for them. Fortunately, Hermione had dealt with many of these cases and was well versed enough with dragons now to complete the mission unassisted.
Luna spotted Hermione and began to wander over in her direction. It looked as if she wasn’t going to stop when Luna collided into Hermione’s body with a long hug.
“It’s been too long, old friend,” the blonde said into Hermione’s shoulder. Luna’s hands cupped Hermione’s face, looking meaningfully into her eyes. “How have you been?”
“Great!” Was Hermione’s squished reply.
Luna gave her a sad smile. “The fuzzleumps around you say otherwise.”
Luna knew the exact location of the nest, so she sidelong apparated Hermione to the spot close by. Hermione took in her surroundings - a peaceful spot, nested in the mountainside. Perfect for dragon laying. The mid-afternoon air was still crisp, a world away of a difference from foggy central London.
It was late August, so it was starting to cool down. They set up their small camp site well away from the nest. Luna hung onions around the exterior of the camp grounds ‘just in case’. Over the next few days, they needed to be very cautious and set up wards as quickly as possible. After all, no one wants to be on the receiving end of a roosting dragon.
Through Hermione’s precise directions and Luna’s proficient spellcasting to aid her, they got the job done in record time. Hermione sometimes forgot Luna was a Ravenclaw. During school Hermione often thought she was always in a house of her own. Since they had the supplies and the extra time, they decided to stay for a little longer - hiking and talking about life. Luna admitted she once ran into Newt Scamander’s grandson in the Belize wilderness and wished to meet him again. She seemed pretty sure that she would.
On Thursday night, she flooed home completely burned out. Her muscles ached from disuse. She had just enough energy to pull out a wine glass and a bottle of red before collapsing on the couch. She poured herself a healthy glass and almost drained it completely. She then popped a few truffles from her coffee table into her mouth, reminding her to check if her friend had left her anything.
She awkwardly manoeuvred herself so that she flipped on to her stomach before leaning over the edge of her couch to look at the door. From her current position, she couldn’t tell, so she pulled herself further over the edge and craning her neck. There was indeed a piece of paper that looked like it had been pushed under her door.
She almost fell in her eagerness and the silly position she had gotten in, but she managed to get herself on the floor before crawling over on all fours. She grasped the note in her hand and a she was filled with an unexpected feeling of happiness and excitement. Revelling in that moment for a second, she finally opened the folded paper. This time, it unashamedly looked like parchment and ink.
Marry me and bake for me all the time. I definitely did not eat them all in one sitting
Her face cracked into a smile and she heartily laughed at the note before picking herself up from the ground. She went to her desk and quilled out a reply without another thought.
At least take me to dinner first
She stared at those words for a long time. Was she being too forward? She was partly joking but at the same time, she really wanted to meet the mystery neighbour. But she was starting to question if anyone even lived there, every time she knocked no one answered. She thought she was being flippant enough that he may construe it as a joke or hopefully take her up on the offer. Whoever they were seemed like a funny, witty person whom she had rapport with. If they didn’t get along well, that would be that – she barely saw them anyway. If not she may get a new friend out of this and that was appealing to her as it was.
It was about quarter to 8, a polite enough time for an unannounced visit. She arrived at his door and gave it a few good hard knocks. She cleared her throat and straightened herself out. She was suddenly slightly self-conscious of her attire and hair and internally cursed for not cleaning herself up before she paraded down. After a while, there was no answer. She was partly relived as she pulled out the note from her pocket. With a big push of courage (part of it was liquid), she quickly slid it under her door so she couldn’t pull it out again. It was done. She went back to her apartment where a bottle of wine was calling her name.
On Friday after work, Hermione was getting ready to go out. The 2 other younger people in her Department were also overworked and underpaid and were keen so to let off some steam. They had planned it so far in advance that Hermione was almost disappointed getting the Dragon’s Egg assignment if it meant having to miss it.
Mainly because she really, really, really wanted to get shagged. It had been much too long and dwelling on it was just painful. And all the conversing she’d been having with her downstairs neighbour had compounded her craving for human companionship. Luna had accepted her offer to as her date and the plan was to hit muggle London with a bang.
She thought she looked quite nice tonight. Since it was a rare occasion, she had put a little bit more effort than usual, breaking out her cute heeled ankle boots (with a stabilising charm of course). She wore dark tights with a short but modest pencil skirt in an aubergine and a slightly sheer blouse. She threw a blazer over her outfit in case she got cold and her hair was in a loose bun.
She met up with Luna first in the alleyway outside her flat so she could sidelong apparate with her. Luna arrived wearing a dressy yet casual muggle bohemian look in a long flowing skirt which completely suited her style. When Luna asked her innocently if she had just come from work, she almost turned around and changed. Luna assured her that she looked fantastic and the skirt made her bum look good.
They all ended up in Spitalfields in a dimly lit bar that was very crowded and very loud. She met up with her colleagues Emily and Stuart who had found a spot outside. She bought them a round and they all toasted to getting smashed tonight. During the night, she flirted with a few males at the bar when she went up for rounds and they flirted back which was nice.
They stayed there for a few hours after a few rounds before moving on to a place where the music was louder and more up tempo. By this time, Hermione was on her 5^th or 8^th drink and was looking forward to a good dance. At this bar she met a guy named Mark or Daniel (she couldn’t hear what he said) who offered to buy her a drink. She declined and bought him one instead. They talked about something, she could barely hear him but they ended up dancing together. He was pretty fit from what she could tell in the dim light of the club.
He moved in to kiss her which she kindly accepted before moving over to a darker corner to continue. It was a little clumsy to say the least, they were both pretty off their faces at this point. He yelled in her ear that they should get out of here – she was pretty sure that’s what he said.
She managed to make it over to Luna and ask her if she was alright to get home. Stuart and she had been all over each other from the last bar, so Luna expressed that she was ok. Leaning on each other for support, Hermione declared that she was hungry so they went to the closest eatery nearby which happened to be a dingy kebab shop.
They ordered kebabs and Hermione was still aware enough to not get onions on hers. After eating, they made their way to the station and they took the tube back to her place. Apparently Daniel was not that aware and now tasted strongly of whiskey and onions. They were kissing on the train for almost the full half hour journey. She was well sloshed and was definitely happy to get laid – it had been much longer than a few months. Perhaps half a year? But who was counting.
They had some troubles getting up to level 4, but once they were in her apartment they also had a struggle getting to her bedroom. Then a battle to get their clothes off without falling over.
After flopping on the bed, she positioned herself between his legs and got to work on his semi-hard manhood. He seemed to be enjoying himself very much, so Hermione in turn also enjoyed herself. It wasn’t too long before he let out a snore that she realised he had fallen asleep. She rolled off him and sighed. Her clock said it was 4am. She hadn’t been out this late in a long time and exhausted, but her bed partner was snoring quite loudly now.
Hermione arranged herself carefully under the covers next to him before zapping him with a charm of her own invention– one that created a sense of extreme urgency to get home, like the feeling you get when you may have left the iron on or the bathtub running. She kept her eyes shut as she felt him jump off the bed. She heard him almost trip over himself putting on his pants and bolt out the door.
As soon as she heard the door slam, she opened her eyes. She remembered why she hated picking up in bars. What a night.
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Looking up fashion in 2005 is painful. I went through and was like yep, owned that hideous number.
I seem to also only write during exam period... I wonder why? :P I'm also working on a darker Draco/Hermione murder-mystery/crime which will hopefully be good! Much love to everyone!!
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