Ok, well, this is just an idea I've had in my head for the longest time. It has a slow sort of start but it'll get better, I promise. I have no idea when I'll update it next but it'll be within the next two weeks, probably. It's probably also an overused plot line but hey, why not do it? So I'd really appreciate any feedback from those of you who are reading it. Thanks!

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. They are all owned by J. K. Rowling but I do own those characters which you don't recognize.

Hermione Granger was a twenty four year old witch. She was a twenty four year old witch and happened to be one of the top Aurors in Britain. They had no problem accepting her after seeing the scores that she received on her N.E.W.T.S. There was also the added bonus that she was a friend of Harry Potter, also an Auror, who was currently out of the country on his honeymoon with his wife, formerly known as Ginny Weasley.

Hermione also happened to be best friends with Ron Weasley who was coincidentally also an Auror. Ron, his father, and his oldest brother, Bill were very involved in the ministry. They had all received a countless number of awards from the Minister. Ron was currently out of the country visiting his brother Charlie in Romania.

She was, a person would say, living a life of luxury. She had everything that she wanted. There was nothing more that she could ask for.

There was one slight problem however. Being an Auror required you to workwith partners. Hermione was partnered with none other than Draco Malfoy. During the war, Draco had betrayed Voldemort and come to the Order hoping that they would give him a second chance. Much to his luck, that was exactly what he got. He shunned the Dark Side and ended up being one of the heroes of the war along with Ron, Harry, and Hermione. The war had changed him a lot though. Unlike Harry and Ron, who had become much more cheerful, he had become cold towards everyone. People feared him even though there really was no reason to.

This arrangement displeased Hermione a great deal but being the mature witch that she was, she reminded herself that without him, they might have not won the war.

This particular morning, she went to work with a feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach. Without Ron and Harry there, the Auror department was going to be very noisy that day.

As soon as she stepped through the fireplace at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic, she was greeted by a mousy brown haired witch with thick rimmed glasses.

"Good morning, Miss, Granger," she stammered out handing Hermione a cup of coffee.

"Good morning, Evy." Hermione took a sip of her coffee as she started walking and said, "As usual, this is delicious."

Evy followed behind Hermione and said, "Thank you...err, you won't mind if I go and get another cup, will you?"

Hermione frowned at Evy as she sipped her coffee. "Evy, you don't need to ask me to get yourself another coffee."

Evy turned slightly pink and said, "Oh no, Miss Granger, it's not for me. It's for your partner, Mr. Malfoy."

Hermione nearly spit her coffee out as she heard what Evy had said. "Malfoy asked you to get him coffee?" Evy nodded as she looking at Hermione with a distressed look on her face. Hermione merely nodded and said, "You might as well get it for him, but if it happens again, please come and tell me."

Evy smiled weakly at Hermione and rushed off to get another cup of coffee. Hermione sipped the rest of her coffee with a feeling of distaste lingering in her mouth. It had been less than a day since Harry and Ron left and Malfoy was already beginning to bug her. Why he needed Evy out of all people to get him his coffee, she didn't know.

Hermione walked into her cubicle and swung her bag off her shoulder and dropped it on the ground. Then straightening her robes, she walked out of her cubicle and into the cubicle that was straight across from hers. Draco Malfoy was sitting at his desk and deeply engrossed in some sort of paperwork. She glared at his back and walked up to him. Shetapped him on the shoulder and said, "Malfoy."

"Granger." His cold grey eyes turned to look at her. "What do you want?"

"Can't I come in here to have a friendly chat with my partner?"

Draco turned back to his papers and said, "Both of know that that's not what you're in here for so why don't you get on with it and tell me what you really want."

Hermione rolled her eyes and looked back at Draco who smirked at her. "You have personal assistants, don't you?" Draco didn't answer her so she continued, "I'm taking that as a yes because this whole office knows that you have personal assistants. About ten of them."

"Get to the point, Granger," he muttered lifting his feet of the ground and placing them on his desk right in front of her.

Hermione looked at his polished black shoes with disgust and said, "A desk is for writing, not for keeping your feet."

"My office, I do what I want. Is that all you wanted to say?"

Hermione glared at the blond and said, "Why did you ask Evy to get you coffee when you have ten other people to get it for you and don't you dare say that none of them were here because I passed a bunch of them on my way here."

"She was in your office with some papers with I came, this morning. Naturally, I couldn't resist asking her for something. That is her job, isn't it? Besides, haven't you heard of sharing?" Draco stared at her with a bored look.

Hermione shoved Draco's feet off the table and placed both her hands on the desk. Draco scowled at her and placed them on the table again. "I share with people who don't have what I have. I don't share with people who have ten times what I have."

Draco rolled his eyes at her and said, "That is without a doubt untrue. You've shared your assistant with Potty and Weasel loads of times and they both have three assistants."

Hermione smiled and replied, "Yes, that is what friends do. We share no matter what. You are not my friend. I see no reason to share with you."

Draco stood up and leaned over the desk. Their faces were only about ten inches apart. "If you think that I'm going to let you talk to me that way, you're mistaken so get out, mudblood."

The look he was giving her felt as though he was staring right into her soul. "I-I don't have to leave. We're partners; I can be in here any time I want."

Draco looked at her with disgust and said, "You want to be in here because I sure as hell don't want you in here."

Hermione glared at him and replied, "I came in here to ask you not to ask Evy for anything. Use your own assistants. You have ten of them." Hermione made to leave but instead walked around the desk. "If you ever do this again, I will be very unhappy."

Draco would have normally replied but instead a glint appeared in his eyes and he took a step back from her. "Are you going to leave now?" he asked coldly. "You're hair is shedding on my floor."

Hermione looked at him astonished for a second then turned and left his office. She ran her fingers though her hair and imagined stabbing him with a knife. Her hair was not bushy anymore. It was more curly than bushy. It didn't stick out everywhere thankfully.

She marched back into her office only to see the mound of paperwork that Evy had dropped off this morning. She let out a deep breath as she started working. It seemed as though today would be a normal day; Paperwork, paperwork, more paperwork, and a few interruptions from Malfoy. She would live. Forgetting all about what had happened just moments ago, she busied herself with it. Life was normal for the time being.

Little did she know that it was just the beginning.