Fixing what you broke

Chapter 10: Surprises

Chapter 10: Surprises

Notes:

Man, it's been a crazy few days! Harry Potter Bar Crawl has been officially checked off the Bucket List and I will be going AGAIN and AGAIN! It was the most fun! The weekends fun activities kept me from posting and writing, but I wanted to get another chapter up!

As soon as the next one is ready, I'll post the next and so on and so forth!

I LOVE how divided people have been about Charlie andddd how much people are willing to jump off the Dramione ship for him haha. I have a soft spot for him and am seriously considering a Charmione! But this is, alas a Dramione.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Monday morning found her hunched over a conference room table with Theo and Blaise. The long oval desk had papers haphazardly strewn over it and notes jotted down on any spare piece of parchment they could get their hands on.

They were constantly asking for "that one piece of paper I just had" and they would shuffle through it all again.

Hermione asked on no less than three occasions if it might be worth it to stop and organize their files to which they had both waved her off. Apparently, they thrived in this chaos.

She did not.

She had piled her hair on top of her head in a messy knot, a nervous habit and after about 30 minutes on her feet, she had kicked her heels off and now stood in her pencil skirt and blouse, barefoot.

She jotted something down and then shoved the quill into her bun, afraid she might lose it amongst the junk that was littering the table.

"So, the raised tax on Dragonhide goods? How much did we anticipate that to generate each year? Could we propose that we allocate those funds towards the Sanctuary?" Hermione asked, brushing a loose curl behind her ear.

"Brilliant, Granger. Truly. Ok, hand me that parchment," Hermione made a face and handed over her notes to Theo. He scribbled on the bottom his thoughts and she scrunched his nose.

He was sloppy. She didn't like sloppy.

"Shit, I've got to run out," Blaise said staring at his timepiece, "I forgot I had a meeting with the hen."

"Hen?" Hermione tilted her head.

"You so aptly named Lady Greengrass the Mother Hen last time, I thought it was appropriate enough to stick," he winked at her and she blushed in good natured fun.

"Drinks tonight? Theo?" Theo nodded absently and Blaise's eyes fell to Hermione, "Granger? Drinks? We can go over this mess one last time?"

"Oh, um, sure! Sure, ok," she stammered.

" Most brilliant witch of our age, my ass ," he grumbled to himself and she couldn't help but have a laugh, "Tonight! Hawthorne! 6:00!" he had his cloak in his hand and was pointing at Theo and herself and jogging out the door.

Blaise Zabini had to be the most charming son-of-a-you-know-what that she'd ever met. He was horribly crass and abrasive but somehow it added to his allure. Not that she would ever see him in a way other than an oddball friend or rather, acquaintance, but it was interesting to watch him.

The Floo roared to life and Theo cursed.

"Shit," he hissed, "Is it really after lunch already? I've a meeting with the Prime Minister of Romania. Can you run into Draco's office and grab me the file I placed on his desk? It's labeled Dragonheart."