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What You Love Is What You'll Receive	By : margaritama Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 9541 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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This was written for the Dramione Remix. I chose Han/Leia (Star Wars). I love Star Wars, my husband loves Star Wars and my son loves Star Wars. Leia and Han are one of the most wonderful romances never truly told or brought to life on screen. Their story was best told in the books that picked up after where the movies left off. I just adore the depth and passion of each, and their histories are so rich that they aren’t done justice in the films. Kudos to Mr. Lucas for creating a world unlike any other AND pre-Avatar, thank you.

Please note that I borrowed quotes from the movies and incorporated them here. I noted with an asterisk whenever I used lines from any of the films (note that it may apply to only a sentence in a full line, however). In some instances, I modified the original lines, so I didn’t mark those. Thank you.

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Not too long ago, in a wizarding world, not too far, far away . . .

Episode VIII, PEACE, LOVE AND KNEAZLE TAILS. It is a period of rebirth and rebuilding in the Wizarding world. With the defeat of the Voldemort, British wizards and witches have slowly reclaimed their lives. Peace and a sense of new hope have replaced fear and terror. But with a newfound course for the future, comes a wave of change. In its midst, it breaks and crashes over old traditions and leaves in its wake a fresh way of thinking. Hermione Granger races towards her new life with dreams of eradicating prejudice and injustice against those in need . . .

Hermione Granger was quite comfortable in the certainty of her morals and virtues. That she was intelligent, there was no doubt. But she prided herself in being diplomatic and level-headed. She worked hard to rise to a high position within the Ministry of Magic.

Hermione had certainly grown up from an awkward slip-of-a-girl into an educated, confident and lovely young woman. She had learned to control her, somewhat, volatile temper, find her inner confidence and, learned the art of subtle tact and elegant negotiation. She could argue a point and nary raise her voice yet always hit her mark. It was due to her professional conduct and poised demeanor coupled with her direct nature and resoluteness to get the job done right that had gotten her promoted to Deputy Director of International Wizarding Relations.

In her new role, she was responsible for conducting important high-level meetings with a wizarding federation of senior diplomats and politicians. From global economics, Muggle relations, wizarding embargos and political alliances, being a member of this group required skills which Hermione had honed since the end of Voldemort, ten years past now.

She had also outgrown her school-girl crush of Ron Weasley, whom she still considered a dear and close friend. Ron was now a full-time Quidditch player and married to a sweet American witch he’d met during a stint overseas. They had one child and another on the way. Harry Potter had become head of the Auror division and was engaged to marry his childhood sweetheart, Ginny Weasley. Whilst she, Hermione Granger, at the tender age of twenty-eight, had risen to a position of power which she’d earned, and she wouldn’t let anything ruin this for her.

Of course, she hadn’t factored in the resurgence of Draco Malfoy.

Parcel and package of her new role was her own security detail. Unfortunately, Draco Malfoy was not only assigned to her but was the head of her team. Consisting of six experienced Aurors assigned by Harry Potter himself, this group monitored her comings and goings, traveled with her as well as guarded and protected her. They shadowed, nearly, her every move. And Draco Malfoy oversaw all of them. Upon hearing who was assigned to her, Hermione very nearly lost her carefully controlled temper. The same temper she held in check for the last ten years.

No one got past her coolly constructed walls of measured calm that involved deep breathing exercises. All marveled at her impeccable self-control. But Draco Malfoy was the only one could get under her skin. Worse, the bastard knew it. How Harry could have committed her to this misery, she didn’t know but it was a done deal signed by the Minister himself. She was stuck. To make matters worse, they were to be traveling companions for two weeks, as she was to take part in a global symposium on treaties and alliances held in Paris, France. Hermione was sure she would probably hex him by day two. Merlin help her, she was going to kill her best friend.

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Harry Potter sat calmly behind his desk, waiting. It was clear to Hermione he’d been expecting her. Holding up his hand, he cut her off before she could utter a word.

“He was the best man, Hermione. End of story. I won’t hear a single complaint from you. You’re my best friend and I’ll be damned if I don’t assign my best Aurors to protect you. And, believe it or not, Draco Malfoy is my best.”

Hermione knew he would defend his choice. In truth, Draco was a top-notch Auror, having joined right after the end of the war. He’d set out to prove himself and taken everything the Auror Academy, and the rest of the wizarding world, threw at him. He’d broken convention and ended an arranged betrothal with Astoria Greengrass. Following his graduation, he’d moved out of Malfoy Manor and was rumored to be living in Muggle London, of all places. Draco had worked equally as hard as Hermione in the last ten years to distance himself from the taint of the Dark Lord. The only memento was the faded dark mark on his right forearm, not that Hermione had ever seen it herself. Draco Malfoy might be redeemed but he still hated her, of that she was certain.

She knew he and Harry had become close friends, yet when she’d arrive at events or gatherings where they would bump into each other, he would throw out stinging barbs, careless quips and insensitive comments. He seemed to want to annoy her to no end with endless and inane remarks, and childish behaviour. He drove her barking mad.

Narrowing her eyes, Hermione dropped her bag on the floor and sank into a chair facing Harry. “The best? Really? That man hates me, Harry. He hates me and now you’ve assigned him to protect me? Please excuse my disbelief if I don’t exactly agree with your assessment of Draco Malfoy.” Breathing deeply, she pleaded with her best friend. “Help me, Harry. You’re my only hope.”*

The dark-haired wizard smiled weakly. “Oh, Hermione, I’m sorry. If it’s any consolation, I can assure you that he doesn’t hate you. He’s just . . .”

Sitting back, she waited. “He’s just what?”

Sighing, Harry leaned forward and closed his eyes. “He’s complicated, alright?”

“Complicated? Please, Harry, he’s a stuck up, half-witted, scruffy-looking, nerf herder!”*

A deep, masculine voice made Hermione jump. “Who's scruffy looking?”*

Turning, she spied the object of her ire leaning against the door frame. Damn him. He didn’t look scruffy at all. No, he was a right handsome prat. Standing at six feet, he was no longer a gangly boy. Draco Malfoy was now a man with hard muscled body. His trademark hair sat shaggily in his face, shorn and styled in edgy layers that framed his visage in model-like fashion. His mercurial eyes were a beautiful grey that darkened with his mood. Hermione had witnessed his anger on occasion and been subjected to his icy gaze.

Seeing Hermione, he stiffened but then slowly smiled. “Well, hello, Granger; or should I say ‘Your Worship?’”*

Eyes widening, she stood in indignation. “Pardon?”

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Princess. I saw you walking towards Potters office and I merely wanted to say hello. We’re going to be working together, after all, aren’t we?”

“I can assure you Auror Malfoy, you hardly affect my knickers.” She took three steps towards him. “And as for working together, I believe it’s more like you’ll be working for me. I don't know who think you are, but from now on you'll do as I tell you?” Turning to gather her bag, she glared at Harry and then brushed past Malfoy.

“Look, Your Worshipfulness, let's get one thing straight. I take orders from just one person: me.”*

“It's a wonder you're still alive.”* Hermione snorted in an unladylike fashion.

Harry rose. “Listen, you two . . .”

“Quiet!” Both shouted at Harry, gazes locked on each other.

Narrowing her eyes, Hermione sauntered towards Draco and poked him in the chest with a single well-manicured finger. “Don’t push me Malfoy, or else.”

“Oh, I’m so scared. Will you make me beg as well?” He grinned as he called after her. “And don’t worry, Princess, I won’t leave your side.”

Hermione growled as she slammed the door behind her. She heard Harry groan and Draco laugh.

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Draco Malfoy was certainly a man of his word. He never left her side. Ever. Not ever.

The only moments she had breaks from his insufferable presence were when she used the loo and retired to the sanctity of her room in the evenings. All other hours of the day, he was there. Like an unwanted pimple on her arse – uncomfortable when she walked, stinging when she sat. He was just . . . well, there were just no words.

And he just couldn’t seem to shut up.

“Princess, don’t you love having a great looking wizard like me around all the time?”

“You know what I think, Princess? I think you begged Potter to have me here, didn’t you? You’re such a minx.”

“Come on. Admit that you like me. I mean, I am right sometimes, aren’t I?”*

Hermione tried her best to not let him bother her but she just couldn’t resist and before long they often were engaged in heated exchanges of witty insults. Through it all, he would tower over her, an amused smirk gracing his lips and a scowl painted on her face.

What truly irked her most was that she found herself ready to battle from the moment she left her room until she returned in the evening. Dealing with Draco kept her on edge, charged and feeling out of control. Her job relied on her maintaining a calm and cool demeanor; she was revered for never losing her head or raising her voice. She was the epitome of diplomatic grace.

And it all went to pot in the presence of Draco Malfoy.
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