The Minister

When Hermione Granger, now nearing her thirties, does not get the promotion she earned because she is a muggle-born witch, and in the meantime gets pressured to find herself a husband, she decides to get to the root of all her problems. What better way to do so, than becoming the next Minister for Magic?

"I would watch your tongue," a bored voice drawled from Hermione's doorway. "I wouldn't harass our future Minister, McLaggen. After all, Granger will be your boss one day. That is if she doesn't report you and your actions to your Head of Department first."

"Malfoy," Hermione whispered, taking in her childhood nemesis as he leaned against her doorway, his black cloak draped lazily over his arm.