Hermione Granger: A Mudblood No More

Draco Malfoy: The Auror

A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry this took so long to update, too much to think about and not enough time to put it in. Hopefully the next chapter won't take so long to update. Well, I'm done with this author's note. So enjoy and review!

Draco's POV:
Draco Malfoy sat at his desk and ran his fingers through his, already messy, platinum blonde hair. Sighing, he got up from his chair for a walk around his office, to stretch his stiff legs. He had been at the Ministry of Magic since early that morning, trying to control the massive stack of endless paperwork that had been flowing onto his desk for the past few months. It had only recently gotten really bad. The dark wizards were not usually so consistent with their work. But the one for this case was. Draco paced around the small office space, reviewing in his head what the files had consisted of so far.

For the past few years, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and it's Aurors had been stuck on a case that had been very hard to crack. Not only were they dealing with a high profile criminal, but said criminal was also a well known former hero. Or rather heroine, in this situation. And it was none other, than Hermione Granger. 'Granger', Draco thought shaking his head. 'Who would've thought that the Gryffindor Princess, of all people, would end up being the darkest witch in the history of Wizarding Kind. Voldemort,' he gave a mental wince, 'would have been an angel compared to her. That is, if Potter hadn't defeated him in the war.' He rolled his eyes at the last thought, and immediately regretted it, because it succeeded in giving him a massive headache.

He closed his eyes and stopped pacing to give his temples a tentative rub. When the pounding in his head dulled, he sat back in his chair at his desk and went back to the stack of insufferable paperwork. He let out another sigh and went back to shuffling through the sheets. 'Break-in, illegal dueling, stolen property, thirteen dead, break-in...' He stopped flipping through the pages and almost dropped them in surprise. "Wait what?! Thirteen dead? How many wizards were attacking them?" Draco scanned through the report and what he saw shocked him. "One!" he let out a surprised gasp. He looked at it again and read some of the more crucial information, "'One witch was spotted at the scene of the crime, and was later identified by Aurors as Hermione Granger."' he blinked slowly, letting the information sink in. Then after a moment, he kept reading. "'Hermione Granger is a former war heroine, and member of the infamous Golden Trio from her years at Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But the Brightest Witch of Her Age has become the dark witch everyone knows and fears in the present.

At 2:13 PM, Granger was seen strolling through the town where the witches and wizards of Allensville were killed. She was seen with blood covering her clothes, and the sword that she used in the killing in her belt loop. Granger had no signs of serious injury and left her usual mark on the building behind a pile of bodies, a heart with her initials HG in the middle, all drawn with blood from her victims. No witch or wizard was able to recall the story, as Granger had killed all witnesses. See next many pages for continuing details on Hermione Granger's previous killings.'" He finished reading and sat back processing all of the information. "Merlin's beard Granger." Draco had already known that Hermione was a killer, but he had never thought of her as one to slaughter all, even the witnesses, so that no one could tell the Aurors the story. He had thought she was different at Hogwarts, he thought that he had known her. Her true self. But who was that? Was Hermione Granger ever just the know-it-all Muggle born who lived to save Potter and Weasley?

Everything that Draco had learned and been taught, had immediately flown out the window after the war. And Granger being nearly perfect, in the eyes of everyone at Hogwarts, had been right there with it. He could still remember the first time he had gotten the report of her first killing. She had been forced to kill dark witches and wizards in the Battle Of Hogwarts, as everyone else had, but this had been an intentional killing. Who the dead wizard had been, was even more surprising. He was as well known as Granger, and the father of Draco. Yes ladies and gentlemen, Hermione Granger had killed Lucius Malfoy. Blonde aristocrat and hater of anyone who wasn't a Pureblood. Especially Muggles and Muggle-borns. Draco had long given up hope of approval from his father that hadn't been because of the Dark Arts. And in the end, had end up hating him. His obsession of the death on anyone "as unworthy and disgusting as the dirt below his imported Italian leather shoes" was annoying as hell. Draco had gotten sick of him and his unusually high expectations. He had almost offed Lucius himself, but decided not to try and earn himself a one-way trip to Azkaban. The fact that Granger had done it instead was nothing less than a happy coincidence and miracle.

From that day, Draco had gotten more and more reports of the former heroine becoming an alleged killer. He had no idea why his father was the first on Granger's list, but he was happy that she had given him what he had deserved. His father was also one of the reasons that Draco had joined the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. He wanted to make sure that all dark wizards would be behind bars for their crimes. That, and he wanted revenge on the bastards that had made him the most hated person at Hogwarts. He had no real friends while he was there, except for one. Crabbe and Goyle were all muscle and no brains. While Pansy Parkinson was an annoying pug-faced freak of nature. With an unhealthy obsession with him and their non existent relationship. The only one he could call a friend was the Italian charmer known by the name, Blaise Zabini. He had become Draco's best mate because of the fact that everyone else in their house was an airhead, who knew only of blood superiority and cunningness. None of them could match either boys' intellectuality. Draco enjoyed a good mind-challenging conversation, and Blaise was the only one who could hold one. So they had eventually drifted together, and became best friends. Neither boy had ever let the other one down, and never planned to.

Joining the DMLE had been a decision that Draco had thought of as an accomplishment. It had also eventually helped to clear his family's name. It had taken a good few years of hard work and trust, but the name Malfoy was no longer a disgrace. Especially with the death of Lucius. His mother, Narcissa, had gotten off easy like Draco. They both had to go to trial to find out their punishments. Potter had ended up defending both her and Draco's cases. He had no idea why Potter would help him, but he had a guess why he helped his mother. Lying to Voldemort, to save Potter's life, was the reason for him to help Draco's mother. Draco was glad that they hadn't been sent to Azkaban. He wasn't sure he'd be able to survive even one day in there. They say that a wizard loses his sanity in there, when left only with his darkest memories. It made Draco shiver just thinking about being in a place with all of those Dementors, sucking the happiness out of your life, making each day more unbearable than the last, leaving you to rot until you finally give up and die. Draco shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts of that miserable place. Back to the topic at hand. Where was that again? Oh right, Granger and her killing spree. He was going to have to investigate the crime scene when he had the chance. Which should be fairly soon. He could identify the dead bodies, and try to figure out what they had done to piss off Granger.

He was glad that she hadn't found him yet. But he was also confused. He had been horrible to her for seven years of her life. Why hadn't she come and killed him? Not that he was complaining of course, but he was a curious individual. And his curiosity must be fed with facts and details. Draco was almost positive that she was waiting for something. Something that she could lure him into with. Like a bug in a spider's web, he could one day fall into her trap. Although if that were to happen any time soon, he hoped that she would let him die with dignity. He gave a snort of disbelief. 'Yeah right' he thought, 'Like Granger would ever do that for you. She'd probably kill you as soon as she saw you.' Draco gave another sigh, it was something that he'd been doing a lot of lately. He then checked the time on his office's wall, yes he had a clock but it was magical, so it didn't count as a Muggle thing. Seeing as his work day was close to being over, he decided to pack up. He put away the files in his box that he called 'Draco's-Box-Of-Things-That-Need-To-Be-Done-Eventually-But-Not-Right-Now' and put on his coat and his scarf. Then he clocked out and apparated out to his flat. He'd given up hopes on living in Malfoy Manor, ever since he wasn't able to get the memories out of having Voldemort staying there. It had constantly given him nightmares. So he had used some of his savings and bought a modest sized flat in London, of course still in a Wizarding community. He may have been over blood status, but he still wasn't crazy about Muggles, or the strict rules of minimal magic in their towns. He'd much rather be in the world of magic, than be stuck without it, and learn the ways of Muggles, including the cursed driving. After apparating, Draco went and changed into his comfortable clothes and passed out on his expensive leather couch. He may have been lowered to the standards of other wizards, but that didn't mean he couldn't live in style.