So, I have been working on my Wattpad Profile and was on the forums... I was spitting ideas out, and this one came to me. It was so well received I decided to write it instead of giving it to someone else. I haven't written Dramione in a quick minute, but I hope you all are going to enjoy it! This is an Alt Universe with No Magic. Pure fun!

Sam

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The woman was standing there with the pink paper in her hand and glaring. Hermione Granger was livid. She had given this company everything, and now her boss was dismissing her. Kingsley had his hands folded over his desk, and a look of apology was on his face.

"Hermione, it isn't your fault. The board decided that they are going a different direction and family was their choice. I think it is the worse decision they have ever made, but they will have to live with that. I am more than willing to give you a shining recommendation for other companies if it pleases you." His voice held his regret.

She sighed heavily, and her head swayed. "Of course, thank you, Kingsley. It has been a pleasure working with you."

"The package they are giving you is great," he murmured, and she agreed.

"Well, no use dragging this out," she said standing up as she tucked the pamphlet under her arm. "Thank you for five good years."

Kingsley rose from his chair and walked around his desk. He reached for her and embraced her. "I will email you with updates. I know they are going to regret doing this." He whispered, and she choked on a laugh.

"You better, you know that I cannot wait to hear them begging for my return," she murmured, and he stroked her hair.

"They will, just give them time. They don't know what they are missing."

The goodbye was stiff once their embrace ended and she closed her eyes as she went to pack up her things. She was blind-sighted. She had no clue they were going to let her go due to some arsehole's son moving up. It was the biggest mistake they would ever make. Glancing around, she sighed as she grabbed the box she reflexively packed. What was she going to tell her son?

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She was sitting down on the park bench next to Harry Potter. He had just gotten off of work and Ginny suggested taking them all to the park. The young redhead was out at the playground with the children while Harry was giving his friend a heart to heart. She had worked so hard only to be tossed aside; the man knew she needed someone trustworthy to speak to her.

He was rubbing her shoulder as she exhaled slowly. "We won't be struggling, but things have been so hard, Harry. Now, I have to find a new job? How is that even going to prove stability to Teddy?" Hermione expressed, and Harry snorted.

"You are the most stable person I know, Hermione. You have given him so much."

She exhaled slowly and bobbed her head. "I know, but still. I am not sure how to tell him."

"He's eight years old. Tell him you are taking a holiday before starting a new job."

"I promised him when I adopted him, Harry." She paused and scrubbed her face. "I promised always to do the very best I could. Unless I find another job soon, I cannot keep paying for his private schooling."

Harry pinched her side. "Stop, you dunderhead," he hissed with a smile. "I will help if I have to, you know that. Remus made us both godparents for a reason. Secretly, I think he knew you would end up with Teddy if anything happened to them. You are the only woman who could handle Teddy's strong will and obsession with books."

Hermione shook her head and leaned against him. "Harry, you have two children. You worry about them. Hogwarts isn't cheap. At the alumni party, I will schmooze and see if Oliver or Cedric knows of anyone sniffing around for expertise such as mine."

They sat silently for a moment, and the children started to run over to them. Teddy was in the lead with his teal dyed hair almost glowing in the summer sun. He had begged Hermione for the last two years to dye his hair, and she finally agreed. She knew it was because of stories of his mother. Different colors all the time and a sassy attitude that made you love her more. He did have more of Remus's disposition which made her relieved.

"Mum, Aunt Ginny said we are going to Gran's this weekend?" he asked, and she smiled at him.

Hermione nodded slowly, and Teddy leaned into her with a smile. "Why do you look so mischievous?" she questioned, and he hid a smirk.

"Can we go swimming in the pond at Gran's?" he simpered, and she giggled with a nod.

"Yes, we will pack your suit in the bag. Uncle Harry is going to drop you off while I get ready for my party." She murmured as Teddy grinned widely.

"You are the best!" He embraced her tightly and kissed her cheek.

Harry ruffled Hermione's hair, and Ginny walked up with her kids in tow. "Alright, we will do lunch, and then the ladies are going to get ready." She murmured as Hermione let Teddy go.

"Let's feed our clan," Harry declared as he picked up little Albus.

"Right, dad!" James exclaimed with a clap.

"Right," Hermione sighed and masked a smile as they prepared for the day.

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"Mother!" His voice was sharp and aggressive as he sauntered down the stairs.

Narcissa's heels were heard coming from the kitchen long before she entered the foyer. "Yes, darling?"

"Where the bloody hell is Pansy?" He snapped grasping at the cane he knew was sitting by the staircase.

His mother was silent for a moment, and he could sense her discomfort. "Don't tell me, she ran out of here whining," his last word was sardonic as he shook his head.

"Draco, lovely, don't you think-" she paused as the anger boiled on his face.

"I don't care. I don't care if she thinks I am a monster. I require flawlessness. If she cannot make sure things are meticulous so that I am not pricking my bloody finger on staples than she isn't worth the effort!" He spat and strolled forward, his cane grazing the floor.

It hissed against the tile in a way that made him internally smirk at the housekeepers always having to buff out the markings. He missed seeing the black and white checkers. Draco could imagine how crisp and shining they looked under the chandelier above him. Regretfully, he even missed seeing the archaic paintings on the walls and even the look of displeasure he was sure his mother was giving him now.

"Draco," his mother started, and he thumped his cane on the ground.

"Yes," he growled, his extended tool checking for the chair in front of him.

"You cannot keep treating them so poorly. Your father would tell you that if he was here." She responded as he manipulated himself in front of the table.

"But father isn't; he is dead. He left me almost no better. That savage drunk ruined my life," he snarled as his hand slammed down in front of him.

He could hear his mother's dress rustling as she approached him. Narcissa's hand touched her son's cheek, and he could feel the tension in her fingers as she stroked his face. "You are going to be a man and decide if you can handle the affairs, Draco. I can always call in Severus for assistance if you are done. We can take a holiday and maybe ease your mind."

"I do not need my mother holding my hand!" he snapped, shrinking away from her grasp. "Find me another executive assistant, mother. Pay her double if you need to. I am not giving up on my ambition because tarts cannot keep their tears at bay," he finished with a vicious sneer curling his lips.

Draco felt his mother erect from her bent posture. "I will give Regulus a call and see if he has any recommendations." She said, a defeated tone to her voice.

"You best. I only demand someone's full effort. We pay them a bloody decent amount. I want someone who can actually apply the skills." He grumbled and hemmed. "Ramsey! Where is my bloody lunch! Do I have to cut a damn finger before you bring it?" He shouted and heard the shuffling on heavy footsteps.

"Master Malfoy," the droll voice of Ramsey entered his ear as the sound of a plate was in front of him.

"Both of you are dismissed. I am going to eat and make some phone calls," he snapped and the butler's footsteps moved from him.

"You may work at home now, but I am still your mother, Draco Malfoy. You best fix your attitude," Narcissa retorted, and her heels clattered on the floor and out of the room.

The dark. His old friend. He enjoyed hearing the clock ticking in the distance. The birds outside the open window. He could smell his lunch; a corned beef sandwich. The breeze brought in the sweet scent of the roses his mother tended to as therapy. His fingers ran over his face, and he sighed heavily. He hasn't seen his appearance in four years. Draco could feel the rough textures of his facial hair and the small divet of scars on his cheekbones. His eyelids and brows felt normal, but his eyes were his awful bane. He had asked his mother several times if she could see a difference in them, but she always gave him the same reply.

No, darling, no one can.

Such a load of ballocks. He went from the most eligible bachelor in London. A fine catch and an ambitious businessman. Now, he was in the dark every day of his life. No beauty or paradise. No sunsets or sunrises. He cannot even watch porn like an ordinary man or see the gorgeousness of a bare woman. It was all the same. Darkness.

No longer feeling hungry from his broody attitude, he stood up and took his cane in hand. "Ramsey! Bring me my phone. I am going to make my phone calls outside," he shouted and slid from the side of the table.

He mentally counted his steps to the door before reaching out and grasping the handle. "Coming, Sir," Ramsey murmured behind him, and Draco snorted.

"Quick to be rid of me today?" he snickered and heard the man chuckle.

"No, Master Malfoy. Your phone was on the other side of the table."

Draco tapped a bit to find the stairs and sighed. "Yes, well. Just another day at the office," He said bitterly to the butler.

"Yes, Sir," Ramsey said as Draco descended. "Your mother mentioned a party invitation..." he trailed off, and Draco snorted as he found the gazebo.

"Toss it. Toss them all, Ramsey. I don't want to see anyone from that wretched school," The Malfoy responded sharply.

"Yes, of course, Sir," The butler declared and Draco heard the sound of his phone being placed on the bench.

Draco sighed softly and nodded. "Thank you, Ramsey. You are a good man," he said.

"Anything else, Sir?"

"No, I shall be fine. Have my mother come get me in an hour."

"Yes, Sir," Ramsey declared, and Draco listened for his steps to fade before the door opened and shut.

He felt for his phone and pressed the button. It made a pinging sound, and he cleared his throat. "Call Blaise," he told the device before pushing it to his ear.

It rang a few times before the phone connected. "Hey, wanker. I need a new EA. Parkinson dipped."

Blaise laughed roughly, and there was a feminine groan in the background. "You bloody cock, Malfoy. When are you going to learn?"

"Draco is calling?" he heard the woman ask on Blaise's side.

"Are you mid-shag, Zabini?" Draco snickered, and the man laughed.

"Well, knob sucking, but close," he murmured, and the woman moaned again.

Draco sneered, and a huffing retort came. "Well, find me another competent woman, Zabini. I need someone who can actually work. Not someone who has a boss fantasy. Pansy was completely rubbish. Call me back when you are done getting your cock polished."

"Right-o. Tracy says hello when her mouth isn't full," Blaise declared, and Draco groaned.

"Goodbye you dumb fuck," he said and heard the call disconnect.

Draco wished he could do the dramatic look upon the vast estate and contemplate life's existence. He wanted to see the white peacocks in the distance by the water. They were chattering and filling the air with their songs. The man desperately wanted to feel... grounded. All he felt was defeat and the dark.