Fic: Community Service (Draco/Hermione)
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Title: Community Service
Author: kalina_blue
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Word Count: 531
Summary: Draco has a complaint for his parole officer.
Warnings: Post-DH
A/N: Written for dmhghalloween 2010. The prompt was pumpkin.
Thanks go to my lovely beta, uniquepov. I hope everyone likes the drabble. Happy Halloween!
"Granger, you must be out of your mind if you think I'm going to do this!"
Hermione looked up as Draco Malfoy stormed into her office, a piece of parchment with the Ministry's logo on top of it clutched in his hand.
"I'm sorry; do you have an appointment?" she asked, feigning a glance through her calendar.
"You bloody well know that I don't have an appointment," Draco fumed. "It's not like I knew in advance that you would send me this intolerable missive and that I would need to come down here in person to tell you that you are by far the worst parole officer I've ever had."
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that. But seeing as you have already managed to scare off every other parole officer in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, I'm afraid you're stuck with me."
"I'm not doing it," Draco said, throwing the piece of parchment onto Hermione's desk with disgust.
"You don't really have a choice," Hermione replied unapologetically. "Due to your youth, the Wizengamot opted not to send you to prison for joining Voldemort's ranks and becoming a Death Eater, but you're still on parole, and part of your probation is that you are to do community service."
"Fine! I'll donate a thousand Galleons to some pathetic cause, then," Draco spat.
"Again, I'm sorry, but it doesn't work like that. If you're willing to spend a portion of your sizable fortune on those that are less privileged, it's a remarkable gesture. But it will not help you get out of community service."
"In that case, I'll just say that I'm sick and can't go." Draco crossed his arms in front of his chest in defiance, and Hermione had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing out loud. He really looked like an overgrown, pouting five-year-old.
"That might have worked," she admitted, "but you've clearly come down here in excellent health and your service starts in just under three hours. I don't think it very likely that you will fall ill before then. So unless you have a statement from a Healer at St. Mungos…"
"You stupid-" Draco started, but Hermione interrupted him.
"You would do well to remember that insulting your parole office is also a violation of your probation. Just like missing your assigned community service," she said, handing him back the parchment with his community service instructions.
"You're doing this to get back at me for all those times I called you a Mudblood in school," Draco accused.
"I don't like what you're insinuating, Malfoy," Hermione replied, with a perfectly straight face. "This is a perfectly good assignment. Many people would find this job to be very rewarding."
"But it's plebeian, completely pointless and messy."
"Don't you think you're exaggerating just a little bit?"
"No. And I'm not going to-"
"You are going to the Muggle orphanage and you will help them with the pumpkin carving contest. End of discussion."
"Make no mistake, Granger, I'll get you back for this," Draco threatened before storming out of her office, slamming the door behind him.
"Have fun with the pumpkins," Hermione called after him.
Title: Community Service
Author: kalina_blue
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Word Count: 531
Summary: Draco has a complaint for his parole officer.
Warnings: Post-DH
A/N: Written for dmhghalloween 2010. The prompt was pumpkin.
Thanks go to my lovely beta, uniquepov. I hope everyone likes the drabble. Happy Halloween!
"Granger, you must be out of your mind if you think I'm going to do this!"
Hermione looked up as Draco Malfoy stormed into her office, a piece of parchment with the Ministry's logo on top of it clutched in his hand.
"I'm sorry; do you have an appointment?" she asked, feigning a glance through her calendar.
"You bloody well know that I don't have an appointment," Draco fumed. "It's not like I knew in advance that you would send me this intolerable missive and that I would need to come down here in person to tell you that you are by far the worst parole officer I've ever had."
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that. But seeing as you have already managed to scare off every other parole officer in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, I'm afraid you're stuck with me."
"I'm not doing it," Draco said, throwing the piece of parchment onto Hermione's desk with disgust.
"You don't really have a choice," Hermione replied unapologetically. "Due to your youth, the Wizengamot opted not to send you to prison for joining Voldemort's ranks and becoming a Death Eater, but you're still on parole, and part of your probation is that you are to do community service."
"Fine! I'll donate a thousand Galleons to some pathetic cause, then," Draco spat.
"Again, I'm sorry, but it doesn't work like that. If you're willing to spend a portion of your sizable fortune on those that are less privileged, it's a remarkable gesture. But it will not help you get out of community service."
"In that case, I'll just say that I'm sick and can't go." Draco crossed his arms in front of his chest in defiance, and Hermione had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing out loud. He really looked like an overgrown, pouting five-year-old.
"That might have worked," she admitted, "but you've clearly come down here in excellent health and your service starts in just under three hours. I don't think it very likely that you will fall ill before then. So unless you have a statement from a Healer at St. Mungos…"
"You stupid-" Draco started, but Hermione interrupted him.
"You would do well to remember that insulting your parole office is also a violation of your probation. Just like missing your assigned community service," she said, handing him back the parchment with his community service instructions.
"You're doing this to get back at me for all those times I called you a Mudblood in school," Draco accused.
"I don't like what you're insinuating, Malfoy," Hermione replied, with a perfectly straight face. "This is a perfectly good assignment. Many people would find this job to be very rewarding."
"But it's plebeian, completely pointless and messy."
"Don't you think you're exaggerating just a little bit?"
"No. And I'm not going to-"
"You are going to the Muggle orphanage and you will help them with the pumpkin carving contest. End of discussion."
"Make no mistake, Granger, I'll get you back for this," Draco threatened before storming out of her office, slamming the door behind him.
"Have fun with the pumpkins," Hermione called after him.