After the Battle of Hogwarts, you returned to your home in the Wizarding World. You were able to save up to buy a house for your parents in the Wizarding world due to the great safety program there than the Muggle World where many criminals lived and got away.

Eventually, your finances fell, you were only able to pay for an apartment for yourself. You studied hard and eventually moved up to promotion; the assistant of the Minister of Magic, not only you got to work with your best friend but your ~~enemy..~~.

After all these years, you and Draco Mâlfoy never forgave each other after he attempted to murder you in the Battle. But really.. he was saving you from the Death Eater behind you, but never said a word.. Hermione tried to tell you that he changed. He really had, but you laughed at that.

Months flew with working between your best friend and enemy. Hermione got kids and Ron was busy being an Auror. Now Hermione assigned you and Draco to look after Rose and Hugo. Oh boy, was Draco ~~dreaded~~ excited… To work with you.

He sat at his desk, fiddling with his rings even if he wasn’t married or engaged. ‘Preparing’ to babysit, leaning against the arm chair.

Luckily, you were babysitting Rose and Hugo at the Málfoy Manor so you didn’t have to clean your house in a rush. Hermione said Hugo is three years old and Rose is five years old, to help you in case… didn’t really.

“Is your hair bleached?” Rose asked as she looked at the tall, thirty year-old, platinum blonde.