Dramione: Skills for life

5. Jobs

Classes for the day went by quickly, at least to Hermione. She didn't mind getting an essay in almost every class, except Astronomy. She particularly liked doing homework, which was clearly frowned upon by most of her peers. She finished the day with Defense Against the Dark Arts, where, much her her and Harry's embarrassment, they were asked for perform a friendly duel to show the other students. Some Slytherin's laughed at them.

"I seriously hope that Professor Urban doesn't make us do that daily." complained Hermione as they walked to the Quidditch Pitch to return to their tiny town. Harry agreed with her.

"I don't understand why we have to take the class! Don't get me wrong, it's my easiest class but why? We accomplished so much last year, defending the damned dark arts." groaned Ron.

Hermione huffed. "Oh please, there is so much we haven't learned!"

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to test that theory? Here."

He had his book in his hand, so he flipped to a random page. It was a spell Hermione had used against the snatchers in Tottenham Court Road. "You see. We know all that's worth knowing. We've known it for a while."

Hermione sighed. "Well enjoy the free time then."

They saw a group ahead of them, that included Ginny. Harry walked a bit quicker to embrace her. Ron mimed vomiting behind their backs. Hermione giggled. They group had waited for them, so they were transported together. When the arrived in town square, they saw Tori standing on the podium.

"Hello, you're all here now! So, today you start your jobs! Excited?" She was met with a few cheers. "Okay! So, I explained that your jobs are in that pavilion over there. Go home and change into comfortable clothing. You have to be back in the pavilion in twenty minutes, or else you'll be docked points!"

Hermione practically bounded home, her excitement only growing. Draco somehow beat her back and was in the bedroom.

"Hello Malfoy." greeted Hermione. Draco gave her a fleeting almost smile.

"Hi. Granger, I have a serious question for you."

"Shoot."

"What the bloody hell is a pipe fitter?" asked Draco.

"A fitter of pipes?" joked Hermione. Draco rolled his eyes. "Honestly, I'm not entirely sure. It's a trade I know that. Piper fitters are more American jobs than English. I think they're like a plumber, which is a person who fixes sinks and toilets."

Draco gaped. "I'm a toilet man! Holy hell."

Hermione smirked as she walked into the bathroom to put on her 'comfortable' clothes, knowing full well she would have to change into scrubs...well, maybe not the first day.

"So Granger, what is a srugon?" asked Draco.

"Surgeon." corrected Hermione, out of habit. "It's a healer who cuts people open."

He made a yuck face as they walked back to the pavilion. Hermione was led by a tall woman with dark auburn hair. She was about mid thirties.

"Hello, Hermione is it? I'm Healer Cherie. I've studied Muggle medicine along with wizard. I'm going to show you the main ropes of both muggle and wizard medicine." said Healer Cherie. Hermione smiled at her as they walked into a room with dummies and a skeleton.

"First I am going to give you a text book." Hermione's eyes lit up, which made Cherie chuckle. "And you'll need to go over chapters seven and eight, which is bones. I'm going to let you do that now, since it's the first day." said Healer Cherie. Hermione spent the next three hours being taught about the human bone structures. When she was let out, she ran into the nearby grocery store. She decided to make lasagna tonight, seeing as Tori had told them that it is their own job to cook food. She walked through the store, pushing her cart and throwing items in. She walked up the grocery store to find she had spent four galleons and six knuts. Hermione shrunk her bags and slipped them into her pocket, before returning home.

"Draco?" called Hermione as she preheated the oven.

"Bloody hell." mumbled Draco, entering behind her. She jumped.

"You scared me!" Then she caught a look of his appearance.

"Oh my..." murmured Hermione. Draco was dirty and he smelled.

"A pipe fitter is a trade in which a person works on industrial heating and plumbing." recited Draco crossly. "I'm taking a shower."
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It had been three weeks since they started the start of term. Hermione and Draco fell into a sort of pattern. Each morning she woke up she would make the licorice scented tea, take a shower, then wake Draco up. While he showered she cooked them breakfast. They would go to classes and go to work directly after. Then they would cook dinner. Draco was extremely unhelpful, but he was learning slowly. He usually went to the store and Hermione cooked. However, today was Saturday. He had stayed at Blaise's the night prior and was just now getting in. The clock on the wall read one o'clock pm.

"Hermione?" called Draco. He got no response. He frowned. He knew for a fact that Hermione was home. "Hermione."

Still nothing. Draco walked into the bedroom, but she wasn't there. He spun around to find the bathroom door ajar. He sighed huffily. "Hermione, why were you ignoring me."

Draco pushed open the bathroom door. What he saw made him gasp. "HERMIONE!"
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Sorry it's so short but we have bigger problems
WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO HERMIONE??
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