Should Have Known Better

August 13th, 2004

When I was younger, I'd tell everyone, whether or not they were interested, that I would work at the Ministry someday. I might even become Minister Of Magic.

What a joke. I'm not proficient enough, and would have probably bribed my way to the top.

The cruel irony of life is now that I do work at the Ministry, I hate it. I hate it so much that I almost set fire to my office when I first saw it. Well, they call it an office. I call it a broom closet with a desk, minus the brooms. They probably gave me the dreariest office in this place , out of pure spite.

Then again, probation wasn't supposed to be fun. It's torture for me, especially when Hermione Granger just won't leave me the fuck alone. I don't get it. What did I ever do to deserve this? Every day, she shows up to my office, asking me if I need help with anything — as if I do. I just want these three years to be over quickly, so I can live a secluded life away from the holier-than-thou bullshit that people like her offer. She has some secret agenda, I'm sure of it.

Oh, she just stepped out the lifts, looking as annoying as ever.. and she's holding two cups of coffee.. and she's heading towards me.

Brilliant.

~*~

August 21st, 2004

The walls are paper-thin, so I'm pretty sure the whole Ministry heard the row and between Granger and I yesterday.

I had just started to tolerate her existence, but she just couldn't live without expressing her precious opinion on the Sacred Twenty-Eight: 'Don't you think it's incongruous the way the so-called purebloods are the ones whose bloodlines are polluted with the transgressions of bloodshed?'

What started as a reluctant lunch escalated into an argument, and it didn't take it long to become nothing but a screaming match of personal attacks. She left my office, seething, and hasn't talked to me since—finally, some peace.

Why can't I stop thinking about how right she is, though?

~*~

September 26th, 2004

She's been growing on me. Granger. I sort of even enjoy her company.

She has lunch with me daily in my office. We talk little, and I use it to my advantage by secretly staring at her, memorising the soft lines of her face, dark brown eyes with specks of gold, and her overall bookish but fierce aura. She gets very passionate about the things she loves to the point where she would rant about them for hours, and it's somewhat soothing to hear her talk. I don't know why that surprises me.

I have a feeling time is going to pass fast.

~*~

January 12th, 2005

She broke up with Weasley. Publicly! I was tempted to invite her to celebrate with me over firewhisky, but I couldn't follow through.

Coward.

~*~

March 3rd, 2005

She said yes.

I have no idea how I managed it, but I asked her out.

And she said yes. I started outright laughing because I couldn't believe it. I went to her office with a lot of hope, and when she did agree, I refused to trust my own ears.