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Beneath Your Window by Crookshanks.x
 Books » Harry Potter Rated: T, English, Romance & Humor, Draco M., Hermione G., Words: 89k+, Favs: 1k+, Follows: 432, Published: Jun 10, 2007 Updated: Jun 6, 2008
 1,044 Chapter 20: The Office
Disclaimer: JK Rowling is awesome, and so am I, but I think that's where the likeness stops.
A/N: You have no idea how good it feels to update this again! I have felt so sorry for the people who have watched me update 'What if You...' everyday cause it's pre-written, and then waiting patiently for me to update here. This is a new phase of this story, and I hope it doesn't disappoint.
Chapter 20 / The Office
Hermione pulled her curtains shut with a sour grimace, hoping the sun noticed just how menacing her glare was. A playful beam still found its way through a narrow opening and shone upon a small part of her patterned bedcover. She scowled. She scowled very menacingly. It was a superb example of a scowl.
Take that evil sunbeam for daring to mock me!
The sun was just breaking every universal rule. It wasn't supposed to be a beautiful, sunny and surprisingly warm November day when you were all alone, bitter, heartbroken and thoroughly pissed off at life in general. That's when you needed the dramatic thunder roaring overhead, merciless wind, harsh rain and lightening striking across the sky with crackling anger. It was supposed to match your damn mood, not remind you that the world hardly cared that your heart was no longer held together – not even by Gaffa Tape.
She muttered angrily to herself and left Harry's guestroom to bask in the bloody cheerful sun. Ginny and Harry had already left for early meetings, but had left some coffee for her that she launched herself at with vigour. Blissful coffee. She sighed and sat down by the kitchen table, drinking the black piece of heaven in as large gulps as she could without burning a hole in her tongue. Taking a deep breath, she opened the Prophet and found her way to the advertisements, knowing it was time to look around for a reasonably cheap flat. When she ran off she had willingly handed Ron the other one, which was something she regretted deeply at the moment. It wasn't like he deserved to get anything for free from her. She would have to bring that up the next time she saw him. It amazed her how the thought of seeing him again wasn't nearly as frightening as before. She had no issues telling him off if she saw him again, whereas before she would run in the other direction if she saw as much as a flicker of red anywhere.
She circled a few ads and flipped through a few more pages in the Prophet only to stop and stare with her mouth hanging open. It seemed that the Daily Prophet was basking in her dirty laundry, so to speak. Yet another picture of Ron, this time accompanied by a gorgeous brunette, was on the gossip pages undoubtedly written by Rita Skeeter or one of her equally horrible heirs. She saw her own name written somewhere in the article she skimmed, but didn't bother to read the context. It was probably something about her being dumped and thrown away like garbage, not to be seen since. Well. It was time to make an appearance and really give them something to talk about.
The prophet remained folded on the table, open at the page of the ads, as she swung a coat over her work robes picking up a dry piece of toast on her way to the Floo. She bit into the toast as she pulled her hair up into a loose twirl, and stepped into the fireplace. She removed her toast from between her teeth just long enough to call for the Ministry, and soon found herself in the busy Atrium on the 8th level of the Ministry of Magic. She went blissfully unnoticed in the crowd as she munched happily on her dry piece of toast, following the wave of people heading towards the 12 elevators. The months with Draco may well have been the best months of her entire life, but she knew she had missed work immensely. She just hoped she had work to come back to, considering her holiday had turned a bit longer than she planned it to be.
