Authors Note: Hey folks! Sevengee here! And im back again, except its not a oneshot... you've got it! I'm making a more than oneshot story, and hopefully it'll be good. its a new thing for me, cause its kind of my first shot. my first ACTUAL shot, went down the dumps before i even waited for more reviews, so my sister deleted it for me. but im trying it again! same plot, different things. i wont spoil ANYTHING xD.

Disclaimer: Jkr owns all the characters. except the plot i didnt get from myself. i was inspired to make it from a movie based on history. you'll know what the movie is once this fic is finished xD.

Summary: Hermione is a journalist, who is assigned to work with Draco Malfoy, to advertise an upcoming event for victims in the recent war. This unfortunate job will force the two together, and bring them much more closer than predicted.

'Dirty Work'

Prologue

Ring. Ring. Ring

"Bloody alarm clock..."

The hand of a young female witch came out of a wrinkled blanket, her fingers groping around for the object that was causing so much noise. She kept her head inside the blanket, hoping not to see the blinding sunlight that would reach her very tired eyes.

The still groping hand, closed on a small red alarm clock, ringing on her bedroom side table. Grasping it with a little "Aha!" She brought it under the blanket, and roughly pushed the button that would stop all the ringing.

"Why in the world did you have to wake me up so early?" She demanded from the innocent looking object. Hermione Granger hated to be woken up in the morning so early. With a glare and a little grunt, she thrust off her blanket, put the alarm clock back where it was and placed her feet on the floor, while stretching and looking all around her bedroom.

Hermione slowly walked up to her window and pushed aside the curtains, revealing the rest of the sunlight that was being blocked. She covered her eyes with her hands, and looked down on the streets. People were already down there, getting ready for work. Which reminded her, she had to get to work at the ministry too. Her job wasn't very fun though.

Quick as a flash, Hermione got changed into her business clothes and walked out of her bedroom door and into her kitchen. There were no doors or walls seperating the kitchen, dining room and living room. They were just all in seperate parts of the flat. With a dull thud, she sat herself on a stool that was placed beneath her kitchen counter and conjured up some coffee. Even though it was a muggle drink, she just loved having it to start off the day.

This is where she lived now. Alone, in a wizarding flat, located not so far from Hogsmeade. This wasn't the only wizarding flat around, though. Not very far from Hermione was Ron, living with his girlfriend Parvati, and Ginny in the same building as he, a couple of floors above him. They all lived tightly knit together, not wanting to be so far apart. However, there was something missing. There was no Harry living close by...

She turned around on her stool to face her living room. It was so empty. Although, she couldn't help thinking, everything felt empty ever since the wizarding world was ripped to pieces during the war, four months ago.

The final battle came sooner then everybody thought, even Hermione. Surprise attacks and ambushes came out of no where on what everybody assumed was a normal day. After the first attack, the Order was informed and everyone on the good side, were battling on the streets for their lives. They, the death eaters, ambushed Hogwarts and held hundreds of children for hostage. This was to be Harry's bait. This was what made Harry come rushing to the aid of his old, beloved school.

He came like lightning, rushing through the bloody mass of people, and pushing and hexing any death eater who came his way, according to the people that were able to glimpse him as they fought. Voldemort was in Hogwarts, waiting, he could feel it in his scar. Though the many people were around him as he rushed up to the highest tower in the school, he'd never felt so alone before. Now, of all times, Harry Potter was probably wishing he'd said a proper goodbye to the woman he loved.

He made Hermione promise. He made her promise to stay in hiding at Grimmauld Place, until she had news that the war was over. He did not want her to fight, or risk her life by protecting others. Harry loved her too much to have her gone, and he didn't want the news of her death in the battle field to affect the result of this war, especially knowing what he had to do.

They were engaged to be married as soon as the war was over. This was what kept both he and Hermione going for so long. The fact that they would wed and live happily was enough for them to make it.

And, as rumour was, this was what brought him through, in what everybody, including himself thought, would be his final moment of living. He confronted Voldemort, face-to-face, with blood-shot eyes. And he defeated him.

The wizarding world was swept with joy, the minute he came down from the tower. But the death eaters knew he had triumphed over Voldemort, even before he burst out the doors, exclaiming the defeat of the evil lord. Their marks were burning, and disappearing underneath their skin, going away, for the master and creator of that scar was weak, and they knew the moment that happened, that He was going to die.

The moment of relief and happiness did not last long though. As Hermione was told, the death eaters were enraged and filled with anger by the death of their master, and lashed out one last time upon the wizards and witches of whom they were fighting.

It was like a domino effect, the way people were being murdered one by one by the killing curse. Screams of pain and torture filled the air, and what they thought would be a happy ending, was turning out to be a nightmare. The death eaters would not give up. Harry did everything he could, attacking those who were murdering and putting those who were torturing in an unconcscious state.

Amongst all the war, while the death eaters were fighting back, nobody noticed a large group of the youngest members of the Order, this being young seventh years of Hogwarts and a few of the older, sneaking out from the forest. They gathered all the centaurs, unicorns and thestrals, getting ready for an unexpected attack.

Hermione tried everyday not to think about this. How difficult it must have been for all those people to fight in the war. She wished so bad that she had been there, helping as much as she could, but it was no use. She knew that she probably would have died, if Harry had not made her promise. But she wishes all the time that it was her instead of Harry.

In the end, what stopped most of the death eaters, were the youngest of the Order, and their most smartest plan of using the Forest Creatures. Gifts, the people called them, to the wizarding world, to aid them in the final battle. And it worked.

Harry stood on the highest hill of Hogwarts, where everyone else was surrounded, and held up the wand of the fallen Voldemort. Cheers and claps came from everywhere, no matter how injured or bloodied up they were. But this is when it happened.

A death eater, thought to be dead, laying down on the ground, picked up another wizards wand. He aimed it at Harry, and with all the fury he could put into his words, whispered the killing curse. Nobody was quick enough to realize this, except Harry. He looked as if he were a deer caught in the headlights for a moment. A green flash filled the area, and every witch and wizard covered their eyes in fear.

When the eerie light had disappeared everyone looked up. A scream filled the air, as they saw on the hill, the wand of Voldemort on the ground, and the body of Harry Potter no where to be seen.

Hermione twisted on her stool. She hated to think about this and what must have happened. His body disappeared. Everyone was almost sure they'd heard a dull thud of a body and a surprised gasp, so it must have been Harry's. But where was his body?

This bothered Hermione beyond anything else. Everyone was convinced he was dead, but sometimes she would just look into the mirror and feel his presence far off. And not only did this disturb her, but the fact that the remaining death eaters, apparently, took Harry's body which rolled down the other side of the hill, and did not give it back. Not even for a proper burial. Nothing. Who knows what they could have done with it? Instead of a proper burial, he was given an Order of Merlin, First Class, and a fancy tombstone, in a wizarding cemetary.

This was never going to be enough for Hermione though. As far as she could tell, she was still very much in love with her fiance, no matter how long it had been.

She placed her cup full of coffee down on the counter and sighed deeply. Her days were always going to be like this. Thinking everyday about the death of Harry that she never saw, and the war that she never was included in. She stood up. It was about time she stopped thinking about this, it always ended up ruining her day.

Hermione walked quickly to the living room, realizing that her few minutes in thought had almost made her late for work. She remembered she had so many things to finish. She picked her bag up, and as Hermione turned around, the red hair of a man suddenly popped intno her living room fireplace.

"Hermione!" It called.

She jumped, startled. "Ron! What're you doing? I'm almost late for work."

"Your always late for things now, Hermione."

"I know, I know. I was just... thinking."

"About - ?"

"Yes. I have to go, I can't talk about it at the moment." She turned to the door, ignoring the face in the fire.

Ron sighed. "You've got to stop thinking about it, Hermione."

"Yes, I know, Ron. But I'm late for work. We're meeting for lunch, remember? I'll talk to you then."

"Oh alright. Take care of yourself, Hermione."

She turned her back on him and opened the door slightly. "I will. Have a good day at work, Ron."

"You too. And stop thinking about it!" He added, as she made to shut the door. She sighed in exasperation. Hermione had him telling her that fifty times a day. For goodness sake. She would think about it as many times as she wanted.

"Goodbye, Ronald." She waved her hand at the fireplace, and slammed the door shut.

Ron, her best friend, was still lingering in the fireplace. She had woken up grumpy every morning ever since.

He exhaled a slow breath and said sadly, "Harry would want you to." And with one last look around her flat, he disappeared from the fireplace.

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TBC.

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A/N: How was it? Not so bad for my first "more than oneshot fic?" Hopefully not! I also hope I didnt get into the war to much. i was trying to explain what happened, for future chapters... btw, the more reviews i get the faster i update people! nyahahaha.

And dont worry. im going to get into all that DMHG you all are waiting for. next chapter, its more into Hermione's JOB! dun dun dun... Be patient and just review in the meantime!

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