minister.

Minister of Magic. leader for the Wizarding Reformist Party. Supporter of Muggleborn United. wife to ron weasley. mother to rose and hugo. fourty-one.

[ministergrangerweasley]

everlastinglavender​:

She snorted, “That’s what all politicians do, isn’t it? Pay for positive answers. No wonder your don’t understand the other side at all…” she said, chuckling slightly. 

She frowned, annoyed again and put her hand on her hips a bit childishly. 

And once Hermione had began to walk away she groaned. “I don’t see how I’m the bad guy in this conversation!” she said, a bit loudly. “You’re the one who attacked my tarot reading!” 

Hermione pursed her lips, but did not comment. This wasn’t like school - she had to be the bigger person. It hurt, honestly, to know just how much Lavender had changed since school. While they were never exactly friends, the other woman never hated Hermione like she did now. She was never so far against Muggleborns that Hermione would’ve ever expected her to join the group that was not-so-subtly against them.

When Lavender spoke loudly, however, Hermione’s heart began to race, eyes darting to the side to see if anyone else noticed. She turned back once more, quickly, to look Lavender in the eyes. “I apologize for that. I know now you were only talking - loudly - to yourself. I won’t bother you anymore, Ms. Brown. Thank you and good day,” she said with a finality to her tone, turning and walking away briskly before anyone could snap a photo. 

FIN.

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lisagraceturpin​:

Quite frankly, Lisa wasn’t in the mood for a fair. Neither the noise nor the crowds particularly agreed with her headache and she would’ve left long ago if she didn’t know how important it was to show support for the event. Tensions were high, especially in the Ministry, and every person counted. She only hoped she didn’t run into Nott – while she feared she’d make poor company for anybody today, if she came across Nott specifically, Lisa had a feeling she might end up very purposefully stepping on his foot with her heels and as lovely as that would feel, it simply wasn’t worth the trouble.

She’d tried to focus on the different exhibits, but it was hard to marvel at a smartphone when she herself already had one lying around in her purse. She’d always made sure to put effort into ensuring she stayed in touch with her parents and in turn, the Muggle world, even when doing so had been forbidden. She hadn’t broken any law, of course, but she had acquired a nice little stack of letters to send her parents once the no-contact policies were lifted. She didn’t have anything too important to say in them, really, just bits and pieces of her daily life, but it had made the new restrictions somewhat more bearable.

In any case, she hadn’t come to gawk at technology, and she was almost relieved when Hermione spoke to her, enough to make a conscious effort to return the smile. “Everything looks great. The Department of Magical Outreach have really outdone themselves.” That much was true, at least. The event seemed well-organised, even if that was the best compliment Lisa could offer at the moment. “I don’t know if I’d say I find any of the items interesting, but it’s fascinating to see how some wix react to them. It’s funny, in a way, too; their reactions now are very similar to my reaction to the Wizarding World as a whole.”

Surely, if anyone would understand her predicament it would be others who’d grown up in the Muggle world and Lisa let out a small laugh as she was reminded of yet another situation only a fellow half-blood or a muggle-born would understand. “I was actually talking to Terry sometime ago, Terry Boot, that is, and he was convinced doctors were some sort of butchers. I have to admit, it feels nice not to be the clueless one in the situation.”

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Hermione smiled widely at Lisa Turpin. An old classmate. And, while they’d never gotten close in school, Hermione respected her as a witch in the workforce. Lisa, too, had ties to the Muggle world and so Hermione understood when she discussed the curiosity and wonder at which the magical world had given them as children. However, her heart sunk a bit when Lisa said she wasn’t interested in the technology. Was that because she already knew about it or because she didn’t agree with the Initiative?

Hermione didn’t know which was worse. It was hard knowing others knew more about her other world that she did. Hermione had long ago lost touch with the Muggle world outside of the visits with her father - or the occasional one with her mother. Had Lisa been paying more attention? Or just less to the Wizarding World? “Did you already know about all of these, then?” Hermione asks, trying to stay casual, though there’s a strain in her voice, anxiety stuck in her throat.

Lisa went on to talk about Terry, lightly teasing him for his naivety. While the joke was rather cute, it was this that Hermione was working to stop. This us vs. them mentality. Hermione could remember the times where people would snort at the cluelessness of Muggleborns - how they’d assumed she, too, wouldn’t know. She remembered staying up, night after night, soaking everything magical in. Not wanting to fall behind - not wanting to look different.

“Terry means well,” Hermione said to Lisa with a close-lipped smile. “It’s important we give purebloods the same sympathy of education we expect from them. One who didn’t grow up in the Muggle world would likely not know what you and I do - just as I came into this world with only the knowledge of books. I do hope you took the time to have a meaningful discussion of Muggle doctors with him.”

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sixthbrothcr​:

     Ron can’t help the frown that appears when the Ministry Owl bursts through the window and Hermione acts as if it’d just delivered her first meal in 3 days. He can almost see her fingers twitch to open it, even though he’s about to set their plates down in front of her. It used to be adorable, watching her squirm to read an owl when she’d just started to work - and he’d had to tell her to settle down and relax! 

     But now he’s torn between annoyance and frustration that he’d had Draco at his doorstep the night before to prevent their children from getting in trouble with the Ministry. The Ministry she’s bending over backwards for. 

    Still, he says nothing, pulling up in his chair before grabbing his cutlery. An elbow on the table as he begins to eat, he notices her push the letter away and feels his heart lighten. It gets a bit better even when she calls him love, and he can’t help the affection on his face when he looks back at his wife. He likes when she’s home for dinner. 

          “ Could’ve been better. ” He has spent an evening with Malfoy in the recent days and run in with Lavender fucking Brown. His luck was pretty much shit. “ Well actually, it is better now that I’m home. ” 

     He shoves some of the meat and potatoes, all in one bite, into his mouth and grins a closed mouth smile at her while he chews. 

Ron’s answer would likely be a non-answer to most people, but Hermione can see the cracks through it. If something had really upset him, he might’ve been ranting. If it was a good day, he would be telling her stories. Something must’ve happened, but not enough that he wants to bother his Minister wife with it. Hermione tilts her hand, takes a bit of the food. She’d stopped noticing the way a Weasley boy eats long ago.

“What happened?” she says around her fork. “You have something to say, I can tell.” When had she started the need to ask. She wants Ron to just tell her! While she’s not new to prying with anyone, she wants to be a confidant. She wants him to open up about even the most mundane of his day. 

She thinks about Draco Malfoy - wonders how the conversation she’ll eventually need to have will ruin his day more. He’s happy to be home, he’d said - but what about later, when she’s approached the subject of their Rosie at Malfoy Manor?

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recanteddeatheater​:

Granger looked like she was in a rush, but that was nothing new; the only times Draco could remember seeing Granger not in a rush even back at Hogwarts had been when the rush paused long enough for her to shove her nose into a dozen books for a few hours before she rushed off again to save Potter and Weasley from whatever disaster they’d managed to get themselves into this time. He often wondered whether she found running the entire Wixen World harder or easier than looking after the two of them. Alas, he’d yet to conjure a segue that would have given him a good enough excuse to ask without sounding like it was meant as an insult – and these days he tried not to insult Hermione Granger. At least not intentionally.

It was odd being on a first-name-basis with her – with any of them – but for his son, he would smile through the awkwardness. Knowing that it was at least most assuredly mutual helped; no doubt Granger was even less pleased at having to behave civilly towards him. Not that that stopped Draco from anticipating a hex every time they greeted one another – but once again, the spell failed to materialize so he followed her with a polite, “It’s no trouble. I don’t have your schedule to balance, after all. The upside to being a dilettante potioneer rather than a proper professional, hmm? One can afford to dally more. At least during the school year; I can’t even wrap my head around how you do it, all of this and two children…Merlin.” 

He was chattering too much, but Granger made him nervous in a way that few other things ever did. Well, Granger in general and the subject he had come here to broach with her in specific. It wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have – but his son had asked, so Draco would oblige.

It wasn’t the first time Draco had crossed the threshold of Granger’s office, but he wasn’t a common visitor either by any means; as always, he couldn’t resist the urge to peer around at all of it, from the books and papers and bursting envelopes to the photographs of familiar children and uncomfortably familiar adults. At least her office didn’t have a photograph of his father pinned to the wall like a hapless butterfly, skewered the way he knew Auror Burke and the rest of her department longed to skewer Lucius for his old crimes. The thought brought a transitory smirk to Draco’s face as he imagined how Granger would react to finding a photograph of his father on her walls. Burn the whole office down, perhaps?

A proper professional. That fact that they were at a place where Draco Malfoy could call a Muggleborn that while denying himself the same title was astonding, really. Even during the times of upmost hope, Hermione hadn’t expected a world like this. A world where Muggleborns could unite as one and be taken seriously. She’d imagined it, yes, but had been pragmatic and realistic enough to never let herself believe in the eventuality. It seemed, however, that it had caught up with her. Draco Malfoy was speaking amicable, Draco Malfoy was complimenting her, Draco Malfoy was listening.

He’d come a long way and Hermione could see that, even if Ron could not. “I don’t do it on my own,” she said, her voice a bit more clipped than she would’ve liked it to be. She was once tortured in his house, after all. She was once called Mudblood for the first time from his lips. He had a tattoo on his arm to prove how much he’d hated her, once. “Ron is a parent just as much as I am.” More so, usually. That didn’t need to be said.

She opened the door to her office with a flick of her wand, the lock specifically for her and a few other people she’d allowed through the wards without her there with them. Draco wasn’t one of those people. He would have to follow her in or else the door would not allow his entry. She walked through the threshold first, given her steps ahead of him, and the door easily let him through. She turned and gestured to one of the cushioned chairs in front of her desk. “Please, have a seat.” She walked to the other side and did as well, leaning forward to fold her hands in front of her. “Now, what is it you had to speak to me about? The children, yes, but what exactly about them?”

[ministergrangerweasley]

Date: November 10th, 2020 Location: Carkitt Market, Diagon Alley open to anyone!

Hermione had bitten her nails nervously down to stubs throughout the week leading up to the event. When one of them had started bleeding the night before - after a rather unpleasant conversation regarding Draco Malfoy with her husband - she’d used the salve that she’d bought in the apothecary to clean them up, growing them to a respectable height. 

There would be photographers here - papers reporting on the event. She had to look put together. Had to look like she wasn’t as stressed as she was. In truth, Hermione’s heart was racing ferociously. The technology surrounding her was so foreign. When had she lost touch with the Muggle world in such a real way? Had it always been like this? Since she was eleven, she’d spent only months at home each year, if that. Always racing back home - to the magical world. To Ron and Harry.

She could understand her mother’s anger - her father’s sadness. She hadn’t noticed.

Best to push that back. Not to dwell. She cleared her throat, shook her head just slightly, and gave a bright smile to one of the people attending the fair, approaching a nearby table. “So glad to see you here!” she said brightly, in her best Minister voice. “I do hope you’re enjoying yourself! Is there anything you’ve found particularly interesting?” 

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everlastinglavender​:

Lavender thought she was relatively alone, and stiffed up hearing that voice. She knew who it was before turning around but she grimaced seeing it was actually Hermione, she tried to relax but honestly it made her more tense. 

Lavender narrowed her eyes at the jab at her tarot reading. “Actually Hermione my tarot reading is at an ability you wouldn’t begin to understand and I’d happy to do a reading for you and your career in the Ministry but I guess you wouldn’t believe anything negative about yourself hm?” she said her annoyance rising thinking about how egotistically Hermione really was.  

She shook her head, “hmpft” she replied, “I wasn’t even talking to you! Just talking out loud, are you really so obsessed with yourself that anyone talking around you must be speaking to the Minster of Magic?” she looked down at the newspaper in her hand before looking back up at Hermione, “But are you suggesting the Ministry is lying?” she asked, her eyes opening slightly wide, “I guess you wouldn’t tell me anyway,” but then she smirked at Hermione, “Or they don’t trust you to know everything that goes around here, huh?” 

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“I think I’ll take my advice from the people I pay to give me it, but thank you,” Hermione replied evenly. She wouldn’t take the bait - she wouldn’t! Lavender was clearly angry about Hermione answering her and yet Lavender was the one who spoke first! The logic of some people would never make sense to her. Lavender, while a bit much sometimes, had been an alright person in school. She’d even fought with Hermione in the Battle of Hogwarts! What had happened to her to move so completely to the other side?

“Excuse me,” Hermione huffed. “Forgive me for assuming that someone speaking out loud would be speaking to the person next to them. I can be on my way, then, as you clearly would like to show yourself as mad.” She turned to move away when Lavender spoke again. “I’m not sure why I’d discuss my platform or the Ministry with you, Lavender. You can read about it in the papers, just like everyone else. Good day.” She turned to leave once more - she’d simply spoken and Lavender had attacked. Her few hours off wasn’t worth this conversation. 

[ministergrangerweasley]

Date: November 9th, 2020 Location: The Weasley-Granger Household @sixthbrothcr

A owl from the Ministry arrives for Hermione just before dinner about the upcoming festival being hosted in the name of the Technomagical Initiative. Weeks ago, she had expressed concern over the hypocritical nature of the event, but had ultimately agreed with the decision to support Muggle technology in Wizarding Society in a controlled environment. Without Muggles there to spread magic to the internet, they should be safe - though she can’t help but still worry herself over what the public will say.

They’ve been brutal about her reign as Minister so far, despite inheriting a Ministry less-than-equipped to deal with the outbreaks of breaches in the Statute of Secrecy. She skims the owl as quickly as she can while Ron brings the plates of food over to the table, her fingers (which are already tinted black from the ink she’d used all evening since coming home) itching to reply back right now. The event is tomorrow, after all!

She glances up at her husband, however, and frowns. Ron has made it clear his disapproval at just how much work she’s brought home with her since her new appointment. Hermione’s heart races with the anxiety of not writing back, but she sets the letter down anyway and smiles at Ron as he sits.

Not only is it a good idea to enjoy the evening before the festival - where she’ll have to be on all day, Minister Granger-Weasley, rather than just Hermione Granger-Weasley - she also has some news about Draco Malfoy she doubts Ron will appreciate to bring up. She pushes the letter aside subtly, keeping it out of her vision line. “How was your day, love?” she asks, pulling her plate towards her. The food that Ron cooked on his own because she wasn’t home to help.

[imperiarp]

NAME: Hermione J. Granger-Weasley

AGE: 41 (19 September, 1979)

GENDER: Female (her/she)

SPECIES: Wix, Muggleborn

OCCUPATION: Minister of Magic; Party leader for the Wizarding Reformist Party

ALLEGIANCES: Pro-Government (Wizarding Reformist Party), Supports Muggleborns United.

Hermione Granger-Weasley has known discrimination for longer than she can remember. In the Muggle world, it came in the form of her skin color - upon entering the magical world, her blood status was on display. It made her fierce. It made her want to fight. In her younger years, this was full of self-righteous I know what’s best, but she grew as she got better (though the self-righteous thing never did fully go away). When the war came, she did what she had to do - sometimes the greater good meant the greater good. And fighting alongside her best friend Harry wasn’t even a choice. It wasn’t just his fight - it was hers. This was for her people, her livelihood. When they won, it might’ve been a breath of relief had it not been for all the problems that had come out during the war. Systemic pressures and discrimination, sexism within the Wizarding World, old wizards making decisions for the lot of wix. Hermione was done. She would do better! She went back to school, graduated from Hogwarts, and entered into a life of law. Politics and law went hand-in-hand as she lobbied for change - made S.P.E.W. a reality. Even getting married and becoming a mother didn’t stop her. In the end, she became one of the youngest Ministers of Magic there ever was - and the youngest witch to hold office. Her policies were widely accepted by radical groups until a second wave of the Calamity hit and then she was forced between what was right and what was easy. Being in the public eye is harder and more pressure than Hermione ever anticipated - and the question of how she’s supposed to do right by everyone is a harder pill to swallow.

HERMIONE GRANGER is TAKEN. This character is written by KARLI, and played with GUGU MBATHA-RAW.

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recanteddeatheater​:

An Unwelcome Invitation

LOCATION: Ministry of Magic, Minister’s Office DATE: November 8, 2020 @ministergrangerweasley​

It was strange, coming to the Ministry of Magic willingly. Draco felt twitchy, uncomfortable, and like he was on display. He walked briskly up the halls, rejecting the urge to break into a run – that would have drawn far too much attention, made him look far too suspicious – and staring fixedly above everyone’s heads that he passed so there was no chance of meeting their eyes. Draco was glad of his height; even though he lacked his father’s towering stature, he was still tall enough to overlook the glances he could practically feel clinging to his skin without much strain…well, strain of his neck muscles at least. The emotional toll was somewhat heavier, but he ignored that too. He’d gotten used to be being stared at; it only felt different this time because he’d come here by choice rather than summons.

Technically it wasn’t his choice though, not really; wasn’t on his own behest, at least. Perhaps that made it better. Draco was here for his son, and for Scorpius he could do anything – including walk up to the office of the Minister for Magic and request a few minutes of Hermione Granger’s time at her convenience.

He’d written ahead, of course – Malfoys didn’t just drop in on government officials uninvited, not these days anyway – but Granger had only been able to give him a window of time in which she might be able to spare some, not a proper appointment; Draco had no idea if that was because she was genuinely too busy, or just didn’t want to lock herself in to having to deal with him if she changed her mind and decided she didn’t want to. Maybe, he thought, settling meekly into the chair that Granger’s scowling assistant indicated, she just didn’t want to have the name “Draco Malfoy” appear on her official schedule…

He couldn’t blame her for that. There wasn’t a lot for which Draco Malfoy thought he had the right to blame Hermione Granger for anything.

Hermione’s assistant had told her about Draco Malfoy’s owl three days ago. It had made her heart drop into her stomach, twist uncomfortably, think about all the things that Malfoy once stood for. But their children were friends - and Hermione’s entire platform was about equality. That meant Draco Malfoy, too. It was something her husband had a hard time remembering, especially when it came to Rose and Scorpius

Hermione herself didn’t necessarily enjoy the time forced to spend around the Malfoy, but she would do it. For her career, for change, and for her daughter. The fact that the note had been a personal inquiry rather than a political one made things a bit easier. If there was one good thing that could be said of Malfoy, it was that he loved his son.

She had told the assistant to block out some time, but it wasn’t an official appointment. Considering this was a personal matter, it didn’t feel wrong to keep it private - the public only needed to know about her professional life. Meeting up with Draco Malfoy to talk about policies would’ve been one thing - but their children was another.

She bustled in quickly - these shoes were entirely unpractical, but her public image committee had talked about the importance of appearances - from a meeting in the Wizengamot to her office before rushing to the next. She’d have to eat lunch at some point... perhaps the salad in her desk - a chilling charm placed over it - would have to do on it’s own. Draco might have to share her with food. 

He was sitting in the reception area as she passed. Hermione stopped only briefly to glance down at him. “Draco,” she said pleasantly, but without the warmth that would be there if greeting an old friend. “You may follow me now.” She didn’t wait to see if he followed her, just turned and made her way towards her office. “I hope you weren’t waiting long,” she said over her shoulder. 

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everlastinglavender​:

date: 04 november 2020  location: The Streets of Hogsemeade status: open

Lavender looked at the daily prophet distrustfully. Dragon Pox? Is that really possible? As she scanned more of the article she made a distinctive “eep!” at having green skin and ‘cysts rapidly erupting all over the body.’ Utterly gross. She wondered briefly if a werewolf could possibly contract this disease and then remember that whole week where her skin was red, raw and itchy and she squirmed. 

“Now that I think about it… this makes a lot of sense. My tarot reading I did last night warned of some sort of sickness that would cause unrest with the Four of Swords… but then again the wood in my path told me to be warily of lies… strange..” she said out loud, not really noticing her surroundings. 

Hermione doesn’t really have time for shopping, but it’s important to keep up appearances of normalcy as well. The problem is the nature of timing. If she’s seen out and about too often - people will complain she’s not doing enough behind the desk. If she’s behind the desk - people will complain she’s a stick in the mud who doesn’t know how to stop working.

It’s a conundrum she’d expected as minister, of course - but there are sometimes it’s still surprising just how much she’s scrutinized. Too short of robes... too unfashionable... too modest... not modest enough. They call her loud, which is something she never remembers the papers saying about her predecessor. 

She’s pondering this, keeping an ear on her pocketwatch, which she’s spelled to make sure she doesn’t overstay in Hogsmeade, when someone speaks as she passes. It’s clear - not a mumble as though speaking to oneself - and Hermione assumes it’s meant for her. Lavender Brown. Speaking about divination. Lovely.

“Well, if your tarot read it, it must be true,” she says a bit prickly, sarcasm etching through her tone, though she makes sure to keep herself poised. An argument with Lavender on the streets of Hogsmeade just won’t do. “Is this an attempt at saying the Ministry lies or was there another reason you’re bringing this to my attention, Lavender?”