Dramione ~ 20 Years Later

Letters and Losers

As soon as the bright red train was out of sight, my hand stopped waving and I took a moment to bury my face in Draco's shoulder. Watching them leave won't ever get easier.

After a few minutes we decided it was about time we got to work- we'd only been given the morning off. We proceeded to leave Platform 9 ¾ with a small frown etched onto both of our faces.

We apparated back home together and I ran upstairs to fix my makeup and grab my briefcase. We'd already had breakfast and Narcissa was looking after the other two kids so we weren't back home for very long.

Narcissa was more than happy to look after Zoe and Leo for the day- they don't start their muggle primary school until next Monday so Narcissa had agreed to look after them on the days that we were both at work.

To floo to work, we tend to apparate to a Wizard's pub just an hour's drive from home (because we don't have our own house hooked up to the floo network). It's only a 2 minute detour so it's never bothered either of us too much.

Upon arrival at the pub, Draco went in first to floo to St Mungos. At the minute, he worked as a bit of an equivalent to a muggle GP. That way, his hours were steadier and he could be home more.

I'd already put up my glamour this morning and made my voice higher pitched so that I appeared like Lea Malfoy, the mysterious wife of ex-Deatheater Draco Malfoy. I sighed in exasperation at the sight of my shoulder length black hair, my forest green eyes and my paler skin. Better than being the raging lunatic that tried to kill the oh-so-perfect Ronald Weasley, I seethed.

I looked away from my reflection to step into the wide fireplace. I grabbed a handful of floo powder (that I kept in my purse) and threw it to the ground as a bright green flame enveloped me.

When the flame receded and the crackling whoosh of floo powder stopped ringing in my ears, I stepped out into the busy foyer of the Ministry of Magic. Black robes swished around people's ankles as they hurried to their department floors. Shouts of, 'excuse me, thank you!' And 'move out the way you overgrown mandrake!' Echoed around the room as everyone rushed to greet people, or talk to (shout at) the poor receptionists.

I followed the mass of people that were heading to the lifts- my department is on the second floor along with the International Associations Department.

I quickly stepped into a gold tinted lift that was already going up. I'd only just made it and I saw a few people muttering in frustration that I'd stopped the doors from closing. I ignored them.

A soft chime echoed through the elevator as we reached the first floor. I watched with a soft smile as paper aeroplanes dove through the doors before the lift proceeded upwards.

As I stepped onto my floor, I was immediately greeted by the sound of my assistant rushing forward to greet me.

One of the perks of being in charge of The Recovery of Magical Creatures Division (RMCD for short) of my department was getting my assistant, Eden. Although, it did mean one hell of a lot of paperwork for me to go through.

"Mrs Malfoy!" She exclaimed as she jogged to keep pace with as I took long strides towards my office, "Mrs Malfoy! The Auror department called, a centaur gone rogue killed a wizard as they were leaving the Leaky Cauldron an-"

"How did they go unnoticed in muggle London?" I interrupted her.

"He didn't!" She exclaimed, "left a lot of work for the Magical Department of Accidents and Catastrophes!"

"Blimey," I muttered, "anyway, what was the point you were making, ?"

"Oh! Right," flicking her long strawberry blonde hair behind her, Eden then proceeded to inform me of all my upcoming meetings and of the different sets of paperwork that were due today.