#v:postwarera

[ura-wizardharry]

Brilliant

@prefectineveryway

Harry sat in Hermione’s flat staring at her for a moment too long. Realizing this, he shifted his gaze to stare into the fire, not quite sure why he’d come, only knowing he’d needed to see her. He’d just shown up on her doorstep unexpectedly and just as if the years of being basically estranged hadn’t passed between them, she’d somehow allowed him in. He cleared his throat and swung his gaze back at her. They’d been sitting like this for at least a quarter of an hour and he’d waited for her to say something.... anything. He blinked and finally he needed to break the silence.

“I’m sorry.”

[0---hermione-jean-granger---0]

The Elusive Unicorn

Hermione held her digital camera in the thin hands perched on the edge of her bench seat. She was on assignment to document the remaining populations of unicorns on the continent, as per her job as Head of the Department of Magical Creature Protection and Law . She was posing as a tourist today  before taking more observational data in the coming weeks. She wore a thick pith helmet brimmed with a cream ribbon and authentic safari clothes. She looked a little like a period piece but with some colored contacts and a magic wand she managed to look simply eccentric and unlike  herself unless you looked .   The camera wasn’t charmed like everyone else’s and Hermione reveled in the fact of it. The carriage  ran over a rock and Hermione was rocketed off her bench  and against the Man next to her “ OH shoot!” She dropped her camera into her lap  having hit her funny bone on the seat “Are you okay?” @mistermalcolmbaddock-archive @mistermalcolmbaddock

[ura-wizardharry]

An Auror in Need Finds an Auror Indeed

@hopefulpuppet

Harry smiled at Mary, whom he’d just called to his office. She was part of his team and this time he needed her help desperately. It was just a touchy subject and not one he was used to confronting. Rubbing his hand over his mouth, he felt the last day’s stubble prick at his palm. It had been months now that he and Ginny had decided to go their own ways and he was having trouble concentrating still.

“So,” he began, clearing his throat and shuffling through some paperwork. “We’ve rounded up a few more Voldemort Loyalists, but among them was a young muggleborn witch, 16 years old, and she seems to have been both physically and mentally...” Harry stared at the word tortured and spoke the less offensive word, “..abused. I’m going to need your assistance with this, Mary. I understand you’re exactly the right person for this job.”

[0---hermione-jean-granger---0]

Mixing Work and Pleasure

Hermione grit her teeth. She had a killer headache that she knew only charms kept at bay by now. She shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot in her stockings which if she had known  this fun ‘outing’ was occurring she would’ve worn slacks to work. She and the rest of the upper level Ministry officials had been rewarded with an all time low budget surplus with a ‘VIP evening at  a world Class Quidditch Match”. Hermione swore under her breath when it had been announced and lo and behold, Ginny way playing tonight so Ron and the kids would be in the Weasley family Box  so Hermione couldn’t fudge some last minute emergency with Ron pertaining to the custody of their kids. It was his weekend and for that she was cursing Merlin. The box was open air and the sound of balls and brooms made Hermione reach for her mug of butterbeer more than she would think is socially acceptable at something work related. She HATED Quidditch and made Ron promise she always come and supervise whenever Rosie ( and soon Hugo) would get on a broom in the Burrow Backyard. The worst part is her assigned seat was placed  next to Minister of Magic  hopeful Tosser Draco Malfoy. She knew someone did it as a prank to test her tolerance. Hermione could stand him less than she did in school. She took another Sip and saw him giving her a look from a few feet away. When he walked away from the conversation Hermione walked up to him “Why on earth do you keep giving me looks whenever i take a sip. Please there’s no need to be shy, Mr Malfoy, I am all ears.” @drxcxmalfoy

[ura-wizardharry]

"Wait. I can explain!" (i don't know if you're still accepting but i couldn't resist...)

He rounded on her, then, unable to fully leash the fury he’d felt when one smirking, half-dressed Draco Malfoy had earlier opened the door to Pansy’s flat to let him in. She’d rushed in wearing what appeared to be her fellow Slytherin’s missing shirt.

“I think I can suss out what’s happening here,” he ground out, “Contrary to what you Slytherins believe. Hermione’s not the only Gryffindor who’s got a working brain.” Then, before he made his way down the front stoop, Harry leaned in so his next infuriated words could only be heard by Pansy alone. 

“Either you want me, Parkinson, or you don’t. You can’t have us both.”

@ofparkinson

[ura-wizardharry]

"You shouldn't have trusted me to begin with."

Harry stared at her, his mouth agape. Blinking behind his glasses, he tried to comprehend the scene in front of him. Laying naked beneath his equally nude financèe was none other than a flustered Dean Thomas… who incidentally, Harry had sworn was gay. “Dean?” Harry managed to strangle out.

@sizeisnoguarantee

[ura-wizardharry]

*taps on his office door before peaking in* "hey potter... do you ever escape this place?" She teased gently with a soft genuine smile.

“Usually there isn’t a reason to. Seem’s like I have reason now,” he smiled at her from behind the piles of parchment atop his desk. “How’ve you been, Elena?”

@elenahawthornegryffindor