Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story except the plot. But I would
be willing to trade that for any of the MALE characters in Harry Potter.
Just something to think about, Mrs. Rowling. Plus, Stacy (mysterywriter)
helped me with this whole story (plus many others) when I got writers block
(which ALWAYS happens).
************************************************************************
Chapter 1: I Wonder If It Rattles When You Shake It
Hermione sat in her office, not liking the way papers kept piling up on her desk, threatening to come tumbling to the ground at any second. She had recently been promoted to head of management in the Ministry of Magic. So, basically, she was Fudge's bitch. Doing his filing, fixing things he messed up (which happened A LOT), and doing other shit Fudge felt he was too good to do.
But the Mount Everest that was her paper work was almost welcoming to Hermione. She always found losing herself in pointless work comforting. That's what she had always done in school, and, now after five years out in the real world, she wasn't planning on changing her method any day soon. You see, this way of burying herself in work was what Hermione had done since first year. Since the day she met Ronald Weasley. Let's see... I think this calls for a little background check.
Hermione Granger had been in love with Ron since the day of Halloween during her first year. She had always thought him to be a stupid red head who laughed at things he didn't understand. But he not only saved her life during the troll incident (she conveniently left Harry out of the picture), but he showed what a loyal friend he was. Unfortunately, Ron, like most men, was completely oblivious to what was standing right in front of him. Instead, he dated every girl in London, searching for his true love. What he didn't know was that she was right there, sitting in the cubical next to his, buried in paper work up to her knees.
But, since Ron was blinder then my grandma Schubert (wow, totally put a random character in there), Hermione was forced to hold back the urges that came over her when he simply ran his fingers though his hair. His wicked smile set her loins on fire. And that body... God, that body. She couldn't even think of adjectives worthy enough to be used to describe Ron's killer body.
But, as more and more girl's numbers were being added to Ron's little black book, Hermione's emotions were pulled to their breaking point. She couldn't take another heart break. She couldn't handle another blond haired, big boobs, anorexic bitch being surgically attached to Ron's arm. Not again. A heart can only be broken so many times before it turns to dust. And that's what Hermione's heart did. All of her emotions and love for everything and everyone around her vanished. And she was left with an empty chest, and blackened soul. And Ron was too busy looking for his next girlfriend to notice.
"Come on Hermione," Came Ron's voice as he entered Hermione's office. She ignored him, and continued typing on her computer. "Let's go to lunch."
"It's ten thirty in the morning, Ron." Hermione said in an annoyed voice, not looking up from her computer screen as she continued to type.
"But I'm hungry." He pleaded, pulling on her arm.
Hermione shook him off and said, "You're always hungry."
"And you always work." Ron pointed out. "Come on, I want you to met someone." He said in a voice that made Hermione die once more. He wanted her to met one of his girlfriends.
"I already met Christy." Hermione said.
"Not her." Ron said dismissively, waving his hand. Oh God. Hermione thought to herself. Not another one.
"Who is it this time?" Hermione asked in a bored voice.
"Her names Brigit." Ron said dreamily. Hermione wanted to vomit. "She's absolutely amazing. You'll love her." He said, pulling on her arm once more. Hermione knew that she was fighting a losing battle. He would plead and beg and show her those puppy dog eyes, and she would finally cave in. So why stall it when it was fate?
Hermione abandoned her computer, told her secretary she was going out to lunch, and reluctantly Apparated with Ron to Diagon Alley.
"Where did you meet this one?" Hermione asked as they started toward the café they were meeting Brigit at.
"She's a model, and was visiting London. We just met at a pub." Ron said, looking around for his girlfriend. Hermione knew who he was talking about now. Brigit was this stupid chick who once went out with Fudge. It was disgusting, considering the very big difference in their ages. And the fact that Fudge was a fat pig who was only a womanizer because he was 'famous.' "There she is." He said, pointing to a gorgeous blond who was sitting in an outdoor café.
Hearing Brigit talk about her modeling (... 'Some people think that modeling is easy, you just have to walk up and down a run way. But it's more then that. You have to smile too.') and the charity groups she helps (... 'Whenever I see pictures of those little kids in different countries, I just want to cry. I mean, I wish I was that skinny.') and her dog Chi Chi and her agent and even what she had for breakfast (... 'a stick of gum. Sugar free of course.') became a quiet buzzing in Hermione's ear. She was too busy trying to hide the look of disgust that was threatening to show on her face.
How can a woman with such a small waist support those boobs?! I'm pretty sure that, unless they're filled with air, like her head, then she should have snapped in half by now...... Oh God, this girl has the IQ of a button. I wonder if there is even any molecule of a brain in that big blond head of hers..... Maybe it's just filled with rocks..... I wonder if it rattles when you shake it........ Arg! She practically flashed me when she bent across the table for the salt. Where does she shop? Baby Gap?
But Hermione's thoughts were rudely interrupted when her cell phone rang.
"Excuse me a second." Hermione said, getting up from the table and thanking Merlin someone had the decency to call her when she was in a situation like this.
"Hello?" Hermione said, glancing over at Ron and Brigit. Yep, just as she had predicted, as soon as she left, they started making out. Hermione turned her back on them, wishing that a strong breeze would come and blow Brigit away. Far *far* away.
"Ms. Granger?" Came Fudge's voice. Halleluiah! He wanted her back at work! She actually had a reason to leave! And now she could bury herself in her work again, unaware of the world around her.
"You and Mr. Weasley need to come down to Mr. Potter's house right away." Fudge said in a rushed voice. He sounded worried.
"What's wrong...?" Hermione asked cautiously.
"Mr. Potter has been... attacked." Fudge said. Hermione hung up her phone and ran over to their table, knowing that Voldemort had something to do with this.
"We have to go." Hermione said, grabbing Ron's arm and pulling him away from Brigit. She wanted to stay and relish the look of anger and jealousy on Brigit's face, but now wasn't the time nor the place to dance around happily or yell, "go to hell bitch" over her shoulder. Now was the time to go and help Harry... if there was still a Harry left to help.
************************************************************************
A/N: The line 'A heart can only break so many times before it turns to dust' is from the story Fellytones and Fuzzy Slippers: A Love Story by the Treacle Tart. Read it, it's a great story.
BTW: If you want me to e-mail you when I update, just tell me your e-mail address in the review. I'd be happy to (
************************************************************************
Chapter 1: I Wonder If It Rattles When You Shake It
Hermione sat in her office, not liking the way papers kept piling up on her desk, threatening to come tumbling to the ground at any second. She had recently been promoted to head of management in the Ministry of Magic. So, basically, she was Fudge's bitch. Doing his filing, fixing things he messed up (which happened A LOT), and doing other shit Fudge felt he was too good to do.
But the Mount Everest that was her paper work was almost welcoming to Hermione. She always found losing herself in pointless work comforting. That's what she had always done in school, and, now after five years out in the real world, she wasn't planning on changing her method any day soon. You see, this way of burying herself in work was what Hermione had done since first year. Since the day she met Ronald Weasley. Let's see... I think this calls for a little background check.
Hermione Granger had been in love with Ron since the day of Halloween during her first year. She had always thought him to be a stupid red head who laughed at things he didn't understand. But he not only saved her life during the troll incident (she conveniently left Harry out of the picture), but he showed what a loyal friend he was. Unfortunately, Ron, like most men, was completely oblivious to what was standing right in front of him. Instead, he dated every girl in London, searching for his true love. What he didn't know was that she was right there, sitting in the cubical next to his, buried in paper work up to her knees.
But, since Ron was blinder then my grandma Schubert (wow, totally put a random character in there), Hermione was forced to hold back the urges that came over her when he simply ran his fingers though his hair. His wicked smile set her loins on fire. And that body... God, that body. She couldn't even think of adjectives worthy enough to be used to describe Ron's killer body.
But, as more and more girl's numbers were being added to Ron's little black book, Hermione's emotions were pulled to their breaking point. She couldn't take another heart break. She couldn't handle another blond haired, big boobs, anorexic bitch being surgically attached to Ron's arm. Not again. A heart can only be broken so many times before it turns to dust. And that's what Hermione's heart did. All of her emotions and love for everything and everyone around her vanished. And she was left with an empty chest, and blackened soul. And Ron was too busy looking for his next girlfriend to notice.
"Come on Hermione," Came Ron's voice as he entered Hermione's office. She ignored him, and continued typing on her computer. "Let's go to lunch."
"It's ten thirty in the morning, Ron." Hermione said in an annoyed voice, not looking up from her computer screen as she continued to type.
"But I'm hungry." He pleaded, pulling on her arm.
Hermione shook him off and said, "You're always hungry."
"And you always work." Ron pointed out. "Come on, I want you to met someone." He said in a voice that made Hermione die once more. He wanted her to met one of his girlfriends.
"I already met Christy." Hermione said.
"Not her." Ron said dismissively, waving his hand. Oh God. Hermione thought to herself. Not another one.
"Who is it this time?" Hermione asked in a bored voice.
"Her names Brigit." Ron said dreamily. Hermione wanted to vomit. "She's absolutely amazing. You'll love her." He said, pulling on her arm once more. Hermione knew that she was fighting a losing battle. He would plead and beg and show her those puppy dog eyes, and she would finally cave in. So why stall it when it was fate?
Hermione abandoned her computer, told her secretary she was going out to lunch, and reluctantly Apparated with Ron to Diagon Alley.
"Where did you meet this one?" Hermione asked as they started toward the café they were meeting Brigit at.
"She's a model, and was visiting London. We just met at a pub." Ron said, looking around for his girlfriend. Hermione knew who he was talking about now. Brigit was this stupid chick who once went out with Fudge. It was disgusting, considering the very big difference in their ages. And the fact that Fudge was a fat pig who was only a womanizer because he was 'famous.' "There she is." He said, pointing to a gorgeous blond who was sitting in an outdoor café.
Hearing Brigit talk about her modeling (... 'Some people think that modeling is easy, you just have to walk up and down a run way. But it's more then that. You have to smile too.') and the charity groups she helps (... 'Whenever I see pictures of those little kids in different countries, I just want to cry. I mean, I wish I was that skinny.') and her dog Chi Chi and her agent and even what she had for breakfast (... 'a stick of gum. Sugar free of course.') became a quiet buzzing in Hermione's ear. She was too busy trying to hide the look of disgust that was threatening to show on her face.
How can a woman with such a small waist support those boobs?! I'm pretty sure that, unless they're filled with air, like her head, then she should have snapped in half by now...... Oh God, this girl has the IQ of a button. I wonder if there is even any molecule of a brain in that big blond head of hers..... Maybe it's just filled with rocks..... I wonder if it rattles when you shake it........ Arg! She practically flashed me when she bent across the table for the salt. Where does she shop? Baby Gap?
But Hermione's thoughts were rudely interrupted when her cell phone rang.
"Excuse me a second." Hermione said, getting up from the table and thanking Merlin someone had the decency to call her when she was in a situation like this.
"Hello?" Hermione said, glancing over at Ron and Brigit. Yep, just as she had predicted, as soon as she left, they started making out. Hermione turned her back on them, wishing that a strong breeze would come and blow Brigit away. Far *far* away.
"Ms. Granger?" Came Fudge's voice. Halleluiah! He wanted her back at work! She actually had a reason to leave! And now she could bury herself in her work again, unaware of the world around her.
"You and Mr. Weasley need to come down to Mr. Potter's house right away." Fudge said in a rushed voice. He sounded worried.
"What's wrong...?" Hermione asked cautiously.
"Mr. Potter has been... attacked." Fudge said. Hermione hung up her phone and ran over to their table, knowing that Voldemort had something to do with this.
"We have to go." Hermione said, grabbing Ron's arm and pulling him away from Brigit. She wanted to stay and relish the look of anger and jealousy on Brigit's face, but now wasn't the time nor the place to dance around happily or yell, "go to hell bitch" over her shoulder. Now was the time to go and help Harry... if there was still a Harry left to help.
************************************************************************
A/N: The line 'A heart can only break so many times before it turns to dust' is from the story Fellytones and Fuzzy Slippers: A Love Story by the Treacle Tart. Read it, it's a great story.
BTW: If you want me to e-mail you when I update, just tell me your e-mail address in the review. I'd be happy to (