"Hermione, dear, you should have been out of here over an hour ago."

"I know Paulette, I know. But I really need to get this documentation about the finalization of the French ambassador's sojourn finished." She was leaning over her desk with her curly brown locks in her view of the papers.

"Dear, haven't you heard? They've decided to back the Ministry of Oracles."

Hermione Granger looked up at the full figured woman standing in the doorway of her office at the Ministry of Magic. She had just turned 24 and was the 'Head of International and Socially broadcasted Relations' within the Ministry, she never thought after fifth year that she'd ever work for the Ministry but that had all changed after the Second War, a few years ago Harry was named Minister of Magic. Which made her life perfect, Voldemort was defeated, her boyfriend was the Minister of Magic and she had passed her NEWTS and degree with flying colours. Nothing could have been better.

Until the Ministry of Oracles came around. That was when everything started slipping through her fingers; the public had decided that they wanted two parties ruling the Wizarding World of London. Even though many loved Harry, the key figure who rid the world Voldemort, many believed he wasn't capable of running a country, so the Ministry of Oracles was introduced, giving the WUK (Wizarding United Kingdom) two Ministries and Two Ministers. Presenting the Minister of Magic H. Potter and the Minister of Oracles D. Malfoy.

She rolled her honey-brown eyes and sighed annoyed at the new information.

"Again? That's two bloody countries in five weeks," She paused, tired with everything around her. You would not have thought this young woman was 24 but instead 42 years old. "What do they seem to have that we do not?"

"I think you already know the answer to that, love."

Hermione just wanted to scream at the old wench 'Stop with the bloody pet names!' but she knew that her words spoke truth. Hermione did know the reason why everyone seemed to support the Oracles, it was obvious. They were honest, everything promised to the public was given, the workers were happy, the jobs were glamorous and heck everyone who was anyone worked at the top few steps of the ladder. They outnumbered the Ministry of Magic in many ways but here she was. Hermione Granger: only still working in this hellhole for one reason. Her long term boyfriend.

"Then I'm going home." She was half angry at that stupid Draco Malfoy and half annoyed at Harry for not telling her.

"Say hello to the Minister for me, won't you?" She gathered up her now useless paper work and shoved it into her battered briefcase then made her way to her private fireplace. She nodded her goodbye to Paulette and picked up some Floo Powder.

"Harry Potter and Hermione Granger's Apartment, Godric's Hollow!"

When she arrived in the fireplace, she was greeted with the sight of her two best friends, wands raised at each other's necks.

"Harry! Ron! What're you doing?" Both boys looked at her upon her arrival, laughed and lowered their wands.

"I was just telling Ron about this muggle movie that I saw the trailer of." She smiled and flipped through her organiser.

"We're going to go see it tonight, want to come 'Mione?" asked Ron.

"Do you have paperwork to do about the ambassador of France?"

"I'll do it when we get back, mum!" Harry said, giving Hermione a cheeky grin then a kiss on her pale cheek.

"Are you coming or not, 'Mione? The movie starts in twenty minutes!"

"Can't tonight guys, Blaise asked me a week ago to go to dinner with him."

Both boys stiffened at the mans name.

"But 'Mione he's a slytherin, plus you've already got Harry for dinner, why'd you need Zabini too?"

"Ron-ald!" Hermione said in the ever so annoying way only she seems to manage. "Seeing as we're out of Hogwarts now I don't think houses matter much. And I know I have Harry but I'd like to go out with Zabini, who is my friend."

"Why'd he have to be head boy?" Harry thought aloud.

"Because unlike you both, he worked hard and made sure he pulled his grades up and kept a good study routine and never failed to do homework and-"

"Ok we get it. Have fun." Harry said before apparating with Ron following suit.

Hermione arrived at the muggle Chelsea restaurant at around eight. She looked at her surrounding for Blaise until she finally spotted him, perched in a comfy yet posh armchair near the window.

"Hey.." Hermione said approaching the black haired man in front of her.

"Evening 'Mi. How was you're day?" He got up, kissed her cheek and waited until she sat down before seating himself.

"Tiresome. I see the Oracles managed to sweep the French ambassador from right under our feet?"

"Why of course not! His people came to us and said a young woman with an unruly mop of mousy hair was forcing them into signing."

"Haha, so very funny Mr Zabini."

"That I am Miss Granger. Or should I be calling you Mrs Potter now?" At her less than thrilled look he loudly clicked his fingers twice. A short fat waiter, who seemed to remind Hermione of Peter Pettigrew appeared.

"Hello Mr Blaise! Can I get you and your Lady anything Mr Blaise?"

Hermione gave Blaise a pleading look but he seemed to ignore it.

"Just a bottle of Chateau L'Eglise Clinet 1959 , Todd"

"Fine choice, Mr Blaise! Anything else, Mr Blaise?"

Hermione used the full puppy dog look now. Blaise couldn't help but roll his eyes at her shenanigans.

"Oh alright! Could you add some of those chocolate mints you do please?"

"No problem, Mr Blaise!" With that Todd left.

"So how are things with you and that marvellous man you're currently dating?"

"You don't even need to ask Blaise, you seem to always know the answer."

"Ah, so I'm right in saying you're bored of him then?"

"Not so much bored. More along the lines of exhausted of him."

"Aren't we all? It's just us Slytherins tend to see sense before anyone else." He said giving her a wink.

"Why must we always go back to the houses! I've just had an argument with Ronald about this!"

"Stop trying to avoid answering."

"You didn't ask a question." Hermione stated.

"Fine, you win. Pray tell Hermione, why are you exhausted of the poor boy?"

At this moment Todd decided to come back over to the table, pour the drinks and leave the delightful chocolates near Hermione. It seemed this routine was a familiar one.

"Boy? Isn't Harry older than you?"

"Elder: yes. Experienced: No." Blaise said swirling the burgundy liquid around in the glass.

"Blaise! You're crossing the line again."

"So sorry but remember you brought it up. Now for Merlin's sake answer the asked question!"

"It's just sometimes I feel held back, you know? I'm the brightest witch of my age and I'm stuck in a dead end job for the rest of my life. Not to even mention I'm living in Godric's hollow! Not even Crabbe and Goyle would sink down there!"

"I suppose, but Hermione why don't you just quit?"

"I could but where would I go? I mean I could probably work anywhere but I'd be betraying Harry! I mean I'm his girlfriend, I can't just leave him."

Hermione popped a small chocolate into her mouth and a mouthful of wine.

"This wine's good!"

"It should be, £399 per bottle." Hermione- who had been taking a sip from the glass at this time- choked. "Hermione don't you ever listen to yourself? I'm sure if Harry really loved you – which I'm not saying he doesn't- he'd let you move on or maybe even get a promotion. And really, you wouldn't be betraying him at all, do you see the Weasel working his arse off down there too? I don't think so."

"You're right. I'll speak to him tomorrow about everything." Hermione's expression didn't change, one by one she picked up a chocolate and stuffed it in her mouth avoiding Blaise's gaze at all costs.

"'Mi, seriously I'm worried now, honestly tell me what's wrong?"

"It was that," she looked mightily uncomfortable at this stage. "But it's something else too."

"Go on…"

"I think I might cross the line of comfort." The line of comfort was something that they had made up in their 7th year as Heads together when Hermione had come out of the toilet screaming the castle down about how bloody annoying her period was getting.

"I'll tell you when you've crossed it."

"Well I'm having trouble climaxing with Harry."

"Ok Line crossed."

"Thought so."

Hermione arrived at work the next day ready to battle anything and everything. She whistled her way up to her office, sending greetings to everyone as she did. She was wearing a knee high black skirt and a loose un-tucked shirt. She felt great after her evening with Blaise. It was so funny, once Rita Skeeter had published an article about how she and Blaise were having a wild passionate affair. Well at least she and Blaise found it hilarious… can't say the same for Harry and Ron.

She walked into her office to find Harry already there sitting at her desk.

"Hey Harry. What's up?"

She set her briefcase down in front of him, then noticed the cleanness of her desk.

"Uh, Hermione, We need to talk."

"What's going on?"

"Well uh, we've, I mean the Ministry…"

"Yes?"

"We've, the Ministry and me, no! Not I."

"Harry?"

"The Ministry have decided that, um."

"Just tell me!"

"As Minister of Magic, I've been or-ordered to tell you that you're services are no longer needed here."

AN: HEY! Here's My new fic! I know much doesn't happen in this chapter but I'm trying to set the scene. Can you see where Draco's going to come in? If not I give you one word: REVENGE! Yay! Well PLEASE review. I'm not too happy with this chapter. But I hope it's all in character. REviEw! REviEW! REviEW! And you get a free Draco lifesized toy!