Nothing belongs to me in this story. The story is kinda short and choppy, but chapter two will be much better. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Wow," Hermione sighed to herself, "this all belongs to me." She stared up at the beautiful Victorian mansion. She had worked hard on getting this far, as soon as she left Hogwarts, which was three years ago, she started working at a secret spy service that only few witches or wizards ever knew of. It was the E.M.I. (Europe Magical investigators.) Basically all Hermione did to begin with was paperwork for the head of Disguise, Bruno. But, shortly after was sent to training to become a full-fledged spy. She went in at 5:00am, and trained till 4:00pm. For the first three hours she worked on hand to hand combat, then worked till noon on spells. After that she had a two hour long break, and then practiced disguise with Bruno. Fortunately she only had one more month.
Although Hermione was very happy with her work, she was saddened by the fact that she had practically lost all contact with Harry and Ron. Ron was working in the Ministry of Magic as head of accidental spell reversal, because God knows Ron knows a lot about that. Harry.... well, Hermione wasn't too sure what had really happened to Harry. After his defeat of the Dark Lord he'd become distant, and decided he was going to travel the world. The only contact Hermione had with him was a letter once a month telling her where he had been, and always promising that he'd see her again.
Hermione walked up to the front door of her new home, and said the password, "Sunshine daises" and walked in. All of her furniture had already been put in the house, and she smiled at the lovely picture sitting on the mantle above the fire place, it was really old, it had been taken the summer before Sirus's death. They were all there, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Sirus. She trudged up the stairs and went into her magnificent bedroom. She lay down on the large canopy bed, and nearly instantly fell asleep.
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The next morning, Hermione awoke she was in a delightful mood, she quickly changed into her work-out clothes, and threw her hair up into a pony tail. She walked out of the house whistling a cheerful tune, and appareted to the safe zone. Jack, the security man checked her in, and she went quickly to her training area. The layout of the place was very jumbled, there were dead ends, doors that lead to nowhere, and all sorts of things, she had only just managed to figure it out with out the help of Jack a couple of months ago. She went into the room that had a spell on it so that you could not physically hurt anyone, and waited for her hand to hand combat practice to begin. Tom strode into the room, looking uncharacteristically happy. Tom, was tall and built. Black curly hair, and dark brown eyes. He only called Hermione by her last name,
"Granger, got some good news for you! You are to start training for your first mission!" Tom beamed.
"My first mission? But, I haven't finished my training yet," Hermione said confused.
"This is part of your training. In fact this is your test to see if you pass."
"Oh." Hermione said, relaxing, "What do I have to do?"
"Sit down, I'll explain it to you." Hermione did, and Tom leaned against a padded wall and crossed his arms, "After Voldemort died, he obviously left some Death Eaters behind. I'd imagine a good 50 or so of them. Well, we got an undercover man in there, and he's reporting to us that they have to decided to carry on their ways that Voldemort would have wanted. Here in a week they are planning on having a huge party, a ball even. It's for all the old Death Eaters and whatever young girls they can capture and bring with them as their "dates" You are to go with our spy and pretend to be his captured girl and learn the ways of the Death Eaters, together you and your comrade will be able to help us defeat all of the remaining Death Eaters. Do you accept your mission?"
"Yes, of course I accept. By why doesn't the E.M.I. just go to the ball and kill all of them then?"
"Granger, if only it were that simple. The Death Eaters, I'm afraid are almost as powerful as Voldemort himself was. They have spells and enchantments on the castle they are in that will not allow us in."
"I understand." she sighed, who am I supposed to go with?"
"Granger I know your an excellent fighter, one of the few that can beat me. So I'll have to ask you to not touch me when you see him. Okay?"
"Uh, all right," Hermione said hesitantly.
"Oy! Come on in!" Tom yelled.
The door creaked open, and a tall figure, muscular figure walked in. Sun glasses hid his eyes, and he had nearly white, short spiked hair. His tan muscles showed through his tight silver T-shirt, and he wore long black pants. A tattoo was just visible under the sleeve of a small snake circling his biceps.
He took of his sunglasses revealing cold silver eyes. In a deep voice he said, "Mornin Granger, did you miss me?"
Hermione wanted to scream, standing in front of her was none other than Draco Malfoy. She had always just assumed that he turned to the dark side with his father, but obviously not. And annoyingly, she could find no other way to describe his looks, other than hot.
"Malfoy? What the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm here to train you, what else?"
"Why you? Why weren't you killed?!"
"Uh, sorry. Did I deserve to die?"
"Well, I thought so. Weren't you a Death Eater?"
"You would have thought so, but no. I've been with the good side since I went to Hogwarts. Dumbledore and Snape helped train me, I got information off my father and gave it to them. I never liked my father, he treated my mother horribly, but I had to give off the impression that I adored him." he smiled, and showed a set of brilliantly white straight teeth.
"Did you have to treat me like shit as well?"
"No, I just really didn't like you, or your friends."
"Well, now I see that you still are an asshole."
"Now Granger, be nice, sticks and stones may break my bones but your words will never hurt me."
"Screw you! Besides, I don't care if my words that hurt you, I hope it's my fist!" She charged at Draco, but Tom grabbed her around the middle.
"Go ahead and try, but expect to be embarrased." Draco said smiling.
"Children!" Tom shouted. "Play nicely. I believe that you have training that needs to be done. When I come back, I expect both of you to still be alive." He walked out of the door and left the two fighters together.
"Now Granger, next Friday is the ball, I have 7 days to train you to be my bitch," he smiled mockingly.
Hermione throw a punch right at Draco's mouth, but he grabbed her arm, and twisted it around her back. He grabbed her other arm and held it against his body. His face was right at her neck, and he whispered into her ear, "Sorry luv, it appears we have a lot of work to do."
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That's the end for this chapter, so now if you'd be so kind, review, it helps me write much faster. And I am so sorry for how short and choppy it was, trust me it'll get better!
"Wow," Hermione sighed to herself, "this all belongs to me." She stared up at the beautiful Victorian mansion. She had worked hard on getting this far, as soon as she left Hogwarts, which was three years ago, she started working at a secret spy service that only few witches or wizards ever knew of. It was the E.M.I. (Europe Magical investigators.) Basically all Hermione did to begin with was paperwork for the head of Disguise, Bruno. But, shortly after was sent to training to become a full-fledged spy. She went in at 5:00am, and trained till 4:00pm. For the first three hours she worked on hand to hand combat, then worked till noon on spells. After that she had a two hour long break, and then practiced disguise with Bruno. Fortunately she only had one more month.
Although Hermione was very happy with her work, she was saddened by the fact that she had practically lost all contact with Harry and Ron. Ron was working in the Ministry of Magic as head of accidental spell reversal, because God knows Ron knows a lot about that. Harry.... well, Hermione wasn't too sure what had really happened to Harry. After his defeat of the Dark Lord he'd become distant, and decided he was going to travel the world. The only contact Hermione had with him was a letter once a month telling her where he had been, and always promising that he'd see her again.
Hermione walked up to the front door of her new home, and said the password, "Sunshine daises" and walked in. All of her furniture had already been put in the house, and she smiled at the lovely picture sitting on the mantle above the fire place, it was really old, it had been taken the summer before Sirus's death. They were all there, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Sirus. She trudged up the stairs and went into her magnificent bedroom. She lay down on the large canopy bed, and nearly instantly fell asleep.
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The next morning, Hermione awoke she was in a delightful mood, she quickly changed into her work-out clothes, and threw her hair up into a pony tail. She walked out of the house whistling a cheerful tune, and appareted to the safe zone. Jack, the security man checked her in, and she went quickly to her training area. The layout of the place was very jumbled, there were dead ends, doors that lead to nowhere, and all sorts of things, she had only just managed to figure it out with out the help of Jack a couple of months ago. She went into the room that had a spell on it so that you could not physically hurt anyone, and waited for her hand to hand combat practice to begin. Tom strode into the room, looking uncharacteristically happy. Tom, was tall and built. Black curly hair, and dark brown eyes. He only called Hermione by her last name,
"Granger, got some good news for you! You are to start training for your first mission!" Tom beamed.
"My first mission? But, I haven't finished my training yet," Hermione said confused.
"This is part of your training. In fact this is your test to see if you pass."
"Oh." Hermione said, relaxing, "What do I have to do?"
"Sit down, I'll explain it to you." Hermione did, and Tom leaned against a padded wall and crossed his arms, "After Voldemort died, he obviously left some Death Eaters behind. I'd imagine a good 50 or so of them. Well, we got an undercover man in there, and he's reporting to us that they have to decided to carry on their ways that Voldemort would have wanted. Here in a week they are planning on having a huge party, a ball even. It's for all the old Death Eaters and whatever young girls they can capture and bring with them as their "dates" You are to go with our spy and pretend to be his captured girl and learn the ways of the Death Eaters, together you and your comrade will be able to help us defeat all of the remaining Death Eaters. Do you accept your mission?"
"Yes, of course I accept. By why doesn't the E.M.I. just go to the ball and kill all of them then?"
"Granger, if only it were that simple. The Death Eaters, I'm afraid are almost as powerful as Voldemort himself was. They have spells and enchantments on the castle they are in that will not allow us in."
"I understand." she sighed, who am I supposed to go with?"
"Granger I know your an excellent fighter, one of the few that can beat me. So I'll have to ask you to not touch me when you see him. Okay?"
"Uh, all right," Hermione said hesitantly.
"Oy! Come on in!" Tom yelled.
The door creaked open, and a tall figure, muscular figure walked in. Sun glasses hid his eyes, and he had nearly white, short spiked hair. His tan muscles showed through his tight silver T-shirt, and he wore long black pants. A tattoo was just visible under the sleeve of a small snake circling his biceps.
He took of his sunglasses revealing cold silver eyes. In a deep voice he said, "Mornin Granger, did you miss me?"
Hermione wanted to scream, standing in front of her was none other than Draco Malfoy. She had always just assumed that he turned to the dark side with his father, but obviously not. And annoyingly, she could find no other way to describe his looks, other than hot.
"Malfoy? What the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm here to train you, what else?"
"Why you? Why weren't you killed?!"
"Uh, sorry. Did I deserve to die?"
"Well, I thought so. Weren't you a Death Eater?"
"You would have thought so, but no. I've been with the good side since I went to Hogwarts. Dumbledore and Snape helped train me, I got information off my father and gave it to them. I never liked my father, he treated my mother horribly, but I had to give off the impression that I adored him." he smiled, and showed a set of brilliantly white straight teeth.
"Did you have to treat me like shit as well?"
"No, I just really didn't like you, or your friends."
"Well, now I see that you still are an asshole."
"Now Granger, be nice, sticks and stones may break my bones but your words will never hurt me."
"Screw you! Besides, I don't care if my words that hurt you, I hope it's my fist!" She charged at Draco, but Tom grabbed her around the middle.
"Go ahead and try, but expect to be embarrased." Draco said smiling.
"Children!" Tom shouted. "Play nicely. I believe that you have training that needs to be done. When I come back, I expect both of you to still be alive." He walked out of the door and left the two fighters together.
"Now Granger, next Friday is the ball, I have 7 days to train you to be my bitch," he smiled mockingly.
Hermione throw a punch right at Draco's mouth, but he grabbed her arm, and twisted it around her back. He grabbed her other arm and held it against his body. His face was right at her neck, and he whispered into her ear, "Sorry luv, it appears we have a lot of work to do."
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That's the end for this chapter, so now if you'd be so kind, review, it helps me write much faster. And I am so sorry for how short and choppy it was, trust me it'll get better!