She found out the hard way that being one-third of the Golden Trio wasn't as easy as everyone thought. Sure, it was nothing like her favorite muggle film stars went through, but that wasn't as comforting as it seemed.
Yesterday had been the last straw for her and Ron's relationship. After a year of dating, he was even less mature than he had been going into it. She'd had enough, so in the middle of the Leaky Cauldron, where Rita Skeeter was having a convenient lunch, Hermione had screamed and hexed a year of pent up frustration out on him. Needless to say, The Daily Prophet didn't have a very flattering front page story waiting for her when she woke up.
She sipped her tea, trying to control her growing rage, as she read on about how she needed mental health potions, how no one would ever deserve her selfishness, and how poor Ron Weasley had broken more than bones in the chaos.
If I had to hear one more complaint or critique about my cooking attempts, I would have broken a more appropriate appendage. Maybe it would have saved the wizarding gene pool some idiocy. she thought with a roll of her eyes.
A familiar pecking sounded from the window where Casper, her new white barn owl, had a letter for her. She let him in and untied it from his foot.
Dear Ms. Hermione Granger,
From speaking with Harry and Ginevra, it has come to my attention that you are looking for a job. As it so happens, with Professor Snape returning to his previously acquired position as Headmaster, we are in need of a Potions Mistress. If this offer intrigues you, please send me an owl back with an available date and time for us to meet and discuss certain arrangements.
Sincerely,
Professor Minerva McGonagall
A small smile fell across her lips. She could have just imagined the conversation which took place when Professor McGonagall was attempting to convince Snape to let Hermione in at his old post. Oh, he couldn't be happy about this.
She wrote a quick note of confirmation back and asked to meet the next day, if at all possible. It wasn't but an hour later, she received the 'okay' in return.
Hermione turned in early that night so she could wake up and prepare for the next day earlier than she usually would have. She dressed professionally and did her best to keep her beast of hair at bay. At 9:00 sharp, she flooed to Professor McGonagall's office, "Good morning, Professor."
The older woman greeted Hermione with a smile, "Please, call me Minerva. We are to be colleagues after all."
Hermione nodded and sat across from her, "So, Professor Snape is Headmaster again?"
Minerva nodded, "They, the Ministry, offered the position to me first, but I prefer the duties I already have. In response, they decided to give him back the position after everything he did for us. Despite the things he let happen during the war, which he didn't have a choice but to let happen, he was a decent Headmaster."
"I'll bet the students are none too happy about it," she laughed.
"Au contraire. Now they won't be forced to deal with him as a professor. Instead, hopefully, they'll have you."
"I'd be glad to assume the position, but I'm sure you're aware that my Potions abilities aren't my greatest attributes."
Minerva shot her a wry look, "Considering you managed to brew the Polyjuice potion as a second year, I fully believe you'll be fine."
"Thank you, Minerva. When do you wish me to move in and start?"
"If you wish to go home and pack all of your belongings, you can move in anytime. You have my permission to floo through here later to bring everything with you," she replied.
"Thank you again," Hermione replied. "After a year of doing nothing, it will be nice to have a job to put me to work."
"Trust me, Hermione. You'll wish you were back to doing nothing by the Halloween feast."
This will be my first Severus x Hermione fic. Please leave me a review telling me what you think of the first chapter!