Disclaimer: No, I was not the brilliant writer who blessed us with the wonderful world of Harry Potter. That's JK and we all know it.
Hi! I know that I've been gone a long time and I may have already forgotten how to write. BUT, I'm going to use this story to get me started on writing again. To those who've already started reading LBLT, I might finish writing this before I go back to that. Anyway, please enjoy the first chapter! :)
Never Really Ended
"Good morning Mr. Malfoy." his secretary greeted.
Draco sighed upon seeing the brunette. Each morning his secretary seemed to wear an outfit that was skimpier than the last. He nodded his head in response. "Any owls for me Glinda?"
The secretary scowled. "Again, my name is Diana." Then she immediately gave Draco a sweet seductive smile. "You know Mr. Malfoy,' she purred. "you should've remembered my name by now. But if you need a little help remembering, just say the word and I'll make you scream it aaalll night long."
Draco tried to keep a straight face but eventually settled on giving the woman one of his infamous smirks. "I'm not so sure about that Lara. I don't think I can stand your yammering for more than these little conversations that we have." He then gave the woman a stony glare. "Again, did I receive any owls?"
Diana's face fell. She wasn't used to anyone rejecting her. "I uhmm..." she muttered as she fumbled through the notes on her desk.
"Any time now Dani."
The woman gulped. She wasn't used to pressure either. Her face glowed in relief when she found the stack underneath a pile of magazines. "Here they are Sir." she beamed.
Draco nodded and snatched the stack of letters from his secretary. "Maybe you wouldn't have had such a hard time if you actually did your job." He reprimanded before entering his office.
'You'd think that the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes could hire better staff than these daft nitwits.' He thought as he considered asking his Department head for another, more competent, secretary.
Draco went through his mail rather quickly. He segregated the letters into 'important', 'this can wait', and 'I don't give a shite.' piles, specially since his secretary couldn't be trusted to do so. The only letter that caught his attention however, was one that came in a small brown envelope that came from Hogwarts.
"Dear Mr. Draco Malfoy,
You are cordially invited to attend the 1st Annual Gala celebrating the Reconstruction of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to be held this coming 4th of August.
We hope to see you there!"
Behind this note was one from Minerva McGonagall herself.
I am writing this to inform you that I am expecting your attendance to this year's gala. Aside from a dear old professor wanting to see one of her students, as you rarely visit me these days, you are one of this gala's special guests. We, more specifically I, would be deeply dismayed if one of the benefactors of the school's reconstruction could hardly be bothered to attend an event held in their honour.
Draco tapped the invitation a few times as he stared as his old professor's letter. He understood what the old bat's note meant. He wasn't just being invited to go attend the gala. He was being ordered to go! Damn that old lady! She knew he couldn't say no to her. Not after everything she has done to help him pick up the pieces of his damned life. He held a soft spot for that old bat, especially after his godfather's death.
However, if he were to be honest with himself, he knew that there was only one reason why he didn't want to go. He knew that there was a high probability that she would be there. And a little more than a year isn't really enough to prepare him to meet a certain brunette with chocolate brown eyes.
Hermione let out a frustrated sigh as the potion she was brewing turned into a sickening shade of black. "This recipe doesn't work either!" She grumbled as she wrote down her findings for trial number 12.
Daniel, her co-researcher, laughed. "Don't worry too much about it Hermione. The potion we're trying to create is difficult enough as it is. I seriously doubt that we'll be able to get it right after only a few tries."
Hermione had to smile at the man. Somehow he had a more positive outlook regarding their job. "It's nice that you're trying to be optimistic Daniel. But look at the this gunk! We're trying to create a potion that could change the future of healer diagnosis. Trial number 1 turned into brown slime that smelled so wretched, we were forced to stop working for a whole week. This trial turned into black tar. More than that, none of these trials have even gotten close to becoming useful for diagnosis." Hermione sighed.
Daniel smiled at the witch. "You know what we need? A fresh start. But in order to do that, we need a good distraction. Something that will get our minds off of this damned potion."
She gave her friend a curious glance. "What do you have in mind?"
Daniel flashed her a winning smile before flashing two sets of invitations in front of her. "How about a gala this weekend? Our invitations just arrived through owl."
Hermione groaned once more. "You know that I avoid these things as much as possible."
Daniel snorted. "Of course you do Ms. Granger. What with all those frilly dresses, heels, oh and not to mention having to act like a proper lady. The horror!' He teased.
"Oh. Ha. Ha. You think you're quite funny don't you?" She scrunched her nose up at him.
"Hey, I try.' Daniel laughed. "But seriously, I think it would be fun to go back to Hogwarts again. I haven't been back there since the battle. Have you?"
Hermione started to reminisce about her old school. She smiled sadly when she realized that much like Daniel, she never really went back to her old home.
Daniel waited for Hermione to reply but the witch did not utter a single word. He gave an exasperated sigh. "Honestly Hermione, can't you find even just one reason to attend the gala?"
A handsome face with platinum hair and silver eyes popped up in her mind. "Well, there is one thing that I would like to do... But I don't think a year would be enough..." she whispered.
"Sorry, what was that?" Daniel asked.
Hermione shook her head. "It's nothing. Can I see that invitation again?" She flipped the invitation over and found a letter from McGonagall.
I know you have reservations in attending such an event, specially since you've been avoiding every single one that commemorates the war. However, as this gala is to celebrate the rebuilding of a school we both love. As a special guest and one of my favourite students, I would be greatly dismayed if I don't get to see you on the 4th. Just consider this as a special request from an ageing old tabby cat.
Hermione scoffed at her old professor's tactics. Playing on her guilt was one of the best ways to get her to attend and her professor knew that.
"Oh bollocks! Fine, you guys win! I'm going to the gala."
Daniel grinned and started joking about how Hermione should wear some frilly pink ball gown. However, Hermione's mind was already focused on the possible meeting between her and a certain blonde Slytherin.
AN: Thank you McGonagall! I know, I know, nothing makes sense right now. But it will in a few chapters. I promise.
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