Chapter 2

After the show of the girl, no, woman, named Alessandra, of course Reid assumed that it wasn't her real name, and there was an evident bulge in his lower region.

Harry looked at him accusingly, "Mate, when was the last time that you had a nice shag?" Harry laughed at his embarrassment. Blushing from head to toe, Reid looked down in attempt to hide his red face. "Uhmm... what are we supposed to be doing here?" he asked, hoping to stray the conversation away from his practically non-existent sex life.

"As I said earlier, we're supposed to be meeting the person who will train you." Harry said, looking around for the said person.

"But was that really necessary?" Reid asked, still red in the face.

"What was?" Harry asked, feigning innocence.

"That-that show." Getting redder by the second, as if that was even possible.

Suddenly, there was a chorus of hoots and wolf-whistles as the crowd at the side of them parted slowly, shouting;

"ALESSANDRA! I LOVE YOU!" A bald man, in his sixties, wearing a business suit, said. As if ogling and drooling at the sight of her was not enough.

"MARRY ME!"

Reid's eyebrows rose at the increasing volume and his jaw dropped as the female from before, Alessandra, he remembered with a start and of course from the drunken shouts, made her way towards them, still scantily clad but is now wearing a very see-through robe. He could see the various men literally drooling as she walked by them and felt his face grow hotter when she stood in front of them.

She gave them a coy smile.

With the gesture of her finger, she said very alluringly, "C'mon, boys."

They followed 'Alessandra' as she lead them to the 'VIP BOOTH'. The inside was a typical vip booth, a lounge with velvet cushions, a table, and of course the stripper pole at the centre of the table. They went inside and Reid found that he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

"Great show, 'Mione!" Harry teased.

She glared at him, saying, "Oh sod it, Harry! You know that I can't stomach those pricks ogling at me. If this wasn't for the sake of the greater good, I would never have done something like this, not even if Ginny forced me to." She huffed, slumping on to the couch.

"Well, you're actually quite a natural up there. Right, Dr. Reid?" he said looking at the petrified man, who was now sitting. "Dr. Reid? Reid! SPENCER!" He then nudged the man.

Reid jumped, clutching his side.

"Ow! Hey!" he exclaimed.

Alessandra raised an eyebrow at him while Harry snickered. He blushed all the way to the tips of his ears.

"Uhm."

Harry cleared his throat loudly, his lips still twitching, trying to hold a laugh.

"Dr. Reid, this is Hermione Granger, your trainer. From now on you'll be spending most of your time with her."

Hermione gave him a smile, hands outstretched towards him. He quickly enfolded it in his, shaking it slowly, still dazed.

"I-I'm pleasured to meet you-I mean! I'm Dr. Spencer, uhh... Dr. Reid, I mean, I'm Spencer Reid." Shaking her hand nervously.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, too, Mr. Oh, I mean, Dr. Reid." Her response making him blush more, "Hermione, my name is Hermione Granger or as the program said Alessandra. It was extremely sad that we got to meet because of these unfortunate circumstances."

Harry laughed at the exchange. He then stood up. "Now that we're done with the introductions, I'll leave Dr. Reid to you, 'Mione." Harry said, fixing his clothes.

Hermione stood, also fixing herself, "We might as well come with you."

Reid scrambled up to a stand, making the chairs squeak against the floor and the table wobble. Hermione looked at him, an eyebrow raised.

"Are you alright, Dr. Reid?" She asked.

"Uh-I-I'm-Um-Yeah."

He saw Harry snicker in his periphery and blushed a tomato red, avoiding Hermione's gaze.

"Let's get going then." She stated, throwing Harry a look.

Harry immediately straightened up, face expressionless, giving a deep bow to Hermione.

"Honestly!" she said, transfigurating the see through robe to a coat, seeing that they were in a Muggle establishment.

They quickly exited the booth and waded through the thick crowd of men vying for 'Alessandra's' attention. Hermione heaved a great sigh when they finally got outside.

"Well, I'll be off! Those paper works aren't going to sign themselves as you keep reminding me, 'Mione." Harry Potter said, disappearing a second later.

Reid blinked, still unaccustomed to their modes of transportation. Hermione gave him a friendly smile. Reid struggled to prevent the flush on his neck to spread. He cleared his throat and asked, feeling awkward,

"so, are we going to be –ah- disappearing like that too?"

Her smile turned into an amused grin.

"It's called Apparition. You do it by thinking about the place that you want to go to, flick the wand like this-" she flick her wand like so, "

"So, it's like the portkey..." He said, more to himself than to her.

"What was that, Doctor?" she asked him curiously.

His face once again turned red.

"Um, n-nothing. So, where are we going?"

She smiled fondly, as if remembering a treasured memory.

"Grimmauld Place. It was our safe house when we were hiding from the Dark Lord-"

"Dark Lord? Grindelwald?"

"No." She said, shaking her head.

"Voldemort, a wizard as, if not more powerful than your grandfather. He killed Harry's parents, among thousands of others."

"Oh." It was strange to think that someone more powerful than Grindelwald had once terrorized the magical world, that there was someone more powerful than Grindelwald, but then again, there are the various unsubs/criminals/serial murderer that the team deals with almost every day.

"Anyway," Hermione continued. "Grimmauld place was also the meeting place for the Order of the Phoenix, an order of people made by Albus Dumbledore, the one who defeated Grindelwald years ago. He created it in order to defeat Voldemort and minimize his terrorism, prevent him to reach the Muggle world-Voldemort had an intense hate for non-magical people, and had killed many Muggleborns- Muggles with magical powers-because of it, actually the same reason why your grandfather became a Dark Lord, blood purity."

He nodded, listening intently to her as he watched the expressions crossing her face, there was a pain there-he expected it was a lingering hurt from the dark lords' reign – but there was something more, only he couldn't put a finger on what it was.

She shook her head and turned to him, nodding towards the sidewalk stretching ahead of them.

"C'mon. Grimmauld place is just a few blocks away."

She started to walk and he immediately followed her, keeping a few inches between them, so that she was walking a little ahead of him.

They were quiet as they walked, Reid feeling hopelessly awkward with the silence, glancing now and then at Hermione, who had a thoughtful expression on her face. He wanted to talk, just to break the silence surrounding them, but he knew that the statistical probability of not embarrassing himself was low, he decided not to speak at all. He was intrigued by the woman in front of him, wanting to ask thousands of question and not knowing where to start and if his curiosity was going to be welcomed. He knew that it was the genius in him that wanted to know these things.

AUTHORS NOTE: I AM SO SORRY. It's been what? Almost 4 years since I started this? I know that you want to strangle me right now, I too want to strangle myself. I just finished college and I'm unemployed, so my life is kind of in shambles right now, I guess, that's why I'm publishing this extremely under cooked chapter. I just want want to jump into it as fast as I can.

*runs off to hide from the inevitable tomatoes*