A/N: Tony Stark is 36 in this fan fiction, and Hermione is 29. I wanted them a little younger, than they should be, but the same age difference according to the Wiki's. Which is a nine year difference. Hope you still like it...
Disclaimer: I don't own Avenger's, or Harry Potter.
Chapter One: Hotel ZaMiaCo
She had been crying outside her room, leaning against the hallway, with all the continents of her purse scattered on the ground. She had her eyes closed, and probably didn't hear him walking by, due to the sound of her crying.
He didn't know what to do, since her door was right beside his, and she was blocking his way into his room. So he just sat beside her, and took out his tablet, "Nice hallway."
"Thanks."
He was surprised at her response, as he looked over at her, to see her staring down each end. He reached into his pocket, and handed her a handkerchief, as he noticed her using her sleeve to wipe her own eyes. "Here."
She looked over at him, with a small smile, that still managed to cause his heart to skip a beat. "I couldn't bare to see this place torn down, so I paid more than it was worth at the time, and turned it into one of the most popular hotels in the world." She realized where she was sitting (in front of his door), and quickly got back to her feet, "and thank you for your handkerchief, it was a sweet gesture."
"You could always make it up to me, over dinner, say seven?" Tony gave her one of his heart melting smiles, which would had worked if she was looking at him, "I heard they serve the best tortellini's in the country."
"I already ate sir, and probably-" Her face changed, as she looked over Tony's shoulder, as she threw her things into her bag, "Hello, Draco."
"Mione, why aren't you answering your callafoam?"
Tony looked at the other man, who had an aristocrat look about him, and than at the woman. He looked at the amusement, as the young woman tried not to smile, "Callafoam?"
The young woman sighed, as she looked at him, as the blonde stood beside him, "He means my cell phone," she turned to the blonde, taking a hold of his wrist, "Draco, this is Tony," she looked back at the brunette, " Tony, this is my brother Draco."
"Nice to meet you, Draco," Tony reached out his hand, for the young man to shake.
The blonde turned back to the witch, "You know how worried I was, when you didn't answer your phone?"
"Ron, he threw it out of the window, before I could call you, or Harry," She rubbed her neck, probably out of nerves.
Tony decided he should probably go into his room, and give the siblings some privacy. "I will just leave you two-'
"Sorry Tony, it was nice meeting you, and hope you enjoy your stay here. If you need anything at all, just ask for the owner, and I will take care of you," She blushed at the smirk her brother gave her, before looking back at the billionaire, "I mean if you want ideas for sight seeing, or other restaurants around."
He didn't realize she didn't share her name, until he was already in his room, but he was Tony Stark, and he knew it wouldn't be long, before he knew everything he needed to know.
Well at least that was his thoughts...
A Couple Days Later
A couple days later he saw her in the lounge, sitting close to a gentleman, as they drank there wines. The bartender was leaning over the counter towards the two, as he passed different colored liquids to the two.
He tried to learn about her, but only gotten a name, Hermione Jane Granger, and that both her parents were diseased. There was nothing about her school, as if she had vanished for almost ten years, until a couple years ago when she suddenly opened the hotel.
"Mr. Stark, please join us," Came the familiar voice, from the other day.
He smiled at her, as he took the offered seat, staring at the man on her other side, "I am Tony Stark, and you are?"
The darker man stood up, and reached a hand towards the American, he gave a small nod, "I would be Blaise Zabini, Mia's business partner." He turned to look at the bartender, "Let's include Stark, in our little wine tasting, and get his costumers response?"
"My name is Hermione Granger, since I forgot to tell you the other day, but you probably know by now Mr. Stark," The brunette gave him the same smile, that made his heart skip a beat, which he tried to ignore. She turned to look at the bartender, and smiled at the blonde. "Joe, why don't you get the wine sampler tray, to go with the wine."
The bartender nodded, as he turned to type in the order, before turning back to the three, "I believe we were on the Red's."
Blaise nodded, as he took his seat again, and took the new shot glass. He smiled at the other man, "We test new wines, once a week to add to the collection, Mia, likes to give the local vineyards, a chance at letting there wines out. Every bottle you see on the wine shelf, comes from a small privately owned vineyard, and because of us, we have opened the doors for them to sale to other bars, or restaurants around the country. Each Vineyard, once we decide to sale there wine, must sign a four year contract. That way they can't sell to another, and we make sure they are happy, only catering to us. Once there contract is finished, than we help them find other markets, and restaurants, which we have under our contracts. They get ninety-five percent of there profits from what bottles get sold in the markets. We still get the profit from what they ship to us though, and only twenty percent from the markets."
The young woman nodded, as she smiled at the man, "Yes, one of these bottles could go to be sold for three hundred a bottle, because we will be the only name carrying there bottles. Making them even more rare, and the markets we push more bottle in, are also owned by the three of us, my brother included. So even though there contract ends with us, it also states in the contract, that they may only sale there wine at the ZaMiaCo winery markets."
After the wines the two owners wanted for the restaurant were set to the side, the other man excused himself to start on the contracts, leaving the woman alone with him. Which he personally didn't mind.
"So how did you enjoy the wine sampler tray, it has some of the best fruits, and cheeses there is," She explained, popping a grape into her mouth, before finishing the last bit of her wine, "This is my favorite, might have to add it to my personal collection in my room," she grabbed an unopened bottle, leaned over the bar counter, where there was a pen, and paper. She turned to show him the pad of paper, which happened to be an order sheet, and smiled, "So we could send you the one's you tasted today, it will be on the me of course. I did keep you out of your room yesterday, when you probably wanted to go into your room, it's the least I could do."
"Why not just give me the bottles, and I could bring them home in my private jet?" He asked, flinching at the look she gave him, before she smiled again, "I-"
"I will have them sent to your home," She looked at the card, and than back at him, "Malibu, and New York? Pick one place."
"How do you know where I live?" He asked surprised, not realizing she knew where her lived.
She saw surprise expression, and rolled her eyes, "You're Tony Stark, I do read those rubbish magazines, you do realize. Plus you had to provide an address when checking in, and since I assume you were flirting with one of my register girls, you provided two addresses trying to impress her." She leaned in closer, "So where should I send them?"
"Well it depends on you," He leaned in towards her, as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "Would you be delivering the wine?"
She smirked, as she brought the paper between there faces, and slowly ripped it in half, "I changed my mind, have a good evening, Stark." She grabbed her clutch, and walked out of the Lounge.
"You shouldn't had done that, sir," Joe commented, as he leaned against the counter, across from the billionaire, "She doesn't like men flaunting there money, as they try to impress her," he patted the man on the arm, before going across the bar to help some other patrons.
He pressed his head to the wooden bar top, recalling his ex saying something like that to him, and at the time how he didn't care if that was how she felt. Though for some reason, when he heard the bartender say the same thing to him about the young owner, he couldn't help feel like he'd messed up. "I need to make it up to her, but how do I do that, and why do I care since I just met her."
"Because she has that affect on others."
Tony looked up suddenly, just as the blonde from the other day sat down, already holding a drink, "Hello Draco, didn't hear you approach."
"I hear that a lot, I scare my sister all the time," He chuckled, as he sipped from his glass, before turning to the other man, "We're not really siblings though, we just see each other in that way, so I thought I should warn you."
"Warn me?" Tony was surprised, as he looked at the man.
"That's what I said," Draco answered in a bored tone, as he stirred his wine glass.
"Warn me about what?" Tony asked, staring at the young man beside him.
"There are at least ten of us, who think of the witch as a sister, and if you were to hurt her we have ways to make you disappear." He wiped the corner of his mouth with his napkin, before standing back up, and heading out of the lounge. He paused at the entrance, and looked back at the billionaire, as he ran a hand through his hair, "She likes gifts that are thoughtful, nothing to extravagant." Then he was gone, much like his sister had left.
Joe came back to the bar, after the other blonde left, and leaned against the counter, "There is a fundraiser, to raise money for the children hospital, on the roof starting at eight. It's a black tie affair, which I doubt would be a problem for you. She's running things with her brother, and Mr. Zabini, you should attend." Than he turned back around, and left the other to his thoughts.
Tony looked at his planner, and searched for the event, where he was able to buy his own ticket. He notice a selection, for people who couldn't afford tickets to the right of the page, and had a ticket purchase option. He never seen something like that, but it didn't surprise him, as he recalled the short conversations with the witch.
There were hundreds of people, who couldn't afford a ticket on the list, and since the money went for a good cause, he just paid for them. What's was two thousand, if it meant it went to a good cost anyways right?
Hermione was sitting in her office, with her work lap top opened, while typing on her personal. She was keeping track of donations, and ticket purchases for the benefit, for the nights event. She was planning to pay for those, who couldn't afford a ticket, but found the list gone. She looked to where Blaise, Harry, and Draco, were playing some card game. "Did you guys pay for the guest, who were on the wish list?"
"I paid for Theodore, and the Weasley brothers, except for Ron," Harry answered, knowing she was already counting himself..
"I only paid for Luna, my mother, and grandmother, including myself," Blaise answered, looking towards his partner, "Why do you ask?"
"The list is empty, and it says they are now attending, so someone had to have paid for the tickets," The witch answered, walking to her mini bar, and fixing herself a club soda, "Draco?"
"I paid for Ginny, our parents, and myself," The blonde wizard answered, as he joined her for her afternoon drink. He smiled as he accepted his own cocktail, before going to the witches desk, "Well look who else will be coming tonight, a Mr. Anthony Stark," the blonde answered. "You know he is Iron Man, right? He was in a paper, when I went with Adrian for his trip, I hope Adrian behaves himself. You seen the collection he has in the room. Pansy is getting sick of the figures, especially since he won't share with little Darren."
"He's apperating over later, to pick up a potion for Pansy's morning sickness," The witch answered, as she sat back at her desk.
"Let's hope they don't cross paths," Draco smiled as he watched his sister, with a small smile, "You think he's cute, don't you?" Her saw the reflection of her room neighbor, on the window from the lap top.
"Adrian is a-"
"Not talking about Adrian sister, but Mr. Stark, of whose page you're currently checking out," He smirked as he vanished his glass, and stood back up to his feet, "I need to get back to my fiancee, so I will see you later." He vanished with a pop.
Tony sat in his room, as he thought about everything he'd learned about the woman, who actually lived in the suite beside his. The blonde's words played in his mind, 'There are at least ten of us, who think of the witch as a sister, and if you were to hurt her we have ways to make you disappear.'
He'd would almost going as far to think she was part of a gang, which would explain why the blonde would say something like that.
Knock! Knock!
Tony jump from his seat, then laughed at himself for his over active imagination, as he closed his laptop. He brought his watch to his mouth, "J.A.R.V.I.S record my conversations, from now to when I decide to go home," he wanted records in case something were to happen. He looked through the peep hole, and saw the woman who had been constantly on his mind, before opening the door with a forced smile, "Well Ms. Granger, what can I do for you?"
She glanced towards her open room, before looking back at the man, with a laptop under her other arm, "Did you pay for the tickets?" She was wearing a bath robe, with her hair done up, and the signs of freshly painted nails. Obviously she was comfortable with herself, if she decided to come to his room, in only a robe on, "Why?"
He smirked, as he leaned against the door, and stared at her, "Did you see my name?"
"Only for your ticket?" She answered, still studying him. "All online donations are anonymous."
"I had thought it was a black tie event," He could just catch a glimpse of the swell of her breast, as he tried to keep eye contact with her, "Or has it been changed to a robe event."
She rolled her eyes as she opened her robe, showing a black tube top with a pair of boy shorts, "I just through this on, because it's cold in my room, and thought I'd only be a moment."
"Why are you here?"
"I own this place."
"So that means you could show up at anyone's room, when you're feeling bored?" He crossed his arms, and smiled proudly.
"I would never, I just wanted to see-"
"Hermione, what are you doing?" Another young man, who he hadn't met yet, appeared beside her with only his trousers. He was taller than him, with blonde wavy hair, and looked like an athlete. "Adrian Pucey," he reached a hand out towards the billionaire, but put it back to his side when Tony didn't move to take it himself, "You must be Mr. Stark, I saw you tower while visiting New York, and was there when it was under attack. You guys kicked ass."
"Adrian, you should probably go pick up Pansy,": Hermione smiled at the other man, before turning back to face Tony, "I am sorry to have bothered you Mr. Stark, I need to get ready. I will see you on the roof.," she kissed the other blondes cheek, before going into her own room.
Adrian turned to look at Tony once again, "She should be ready at seven, in case you decided to wait for her, than the two of-"
The door next door opened, and the witch poked her head out, "Adrian go get your wife, before she decides to walk here herself, you know that kind of distance could hurt the child."
"You're right, Hermione," The young man kissed her cheek, before hurrying towards the elevator, "Don't forget what I told you, Iron Man!"
Tony closed his eyes waiting for whatever his hotel neighbor was about to say, having been mobbed by fan girls once they realized that he was Iron Man, but instead heard the door close beside him. 'She didn't say anything, maybe she hasn't heard of me, or just doesn't care.' He honestly didn't know how he felt about that.
Hermione was wearing a black floor length lace dress, with her diamond bracelet, earrings, and choker. She transfigured her wand into a black rose hair pin, then placed it in her hair to hold her bun, then added mascara, and lip gloss. There was a section for dining, private auctions, a band, and an area for straight donations.
"So a fund-raising benefit, looks like a great turn out. You look beautiful by the way, perhaps you'll allow me to donate something, for your private auction." Tony asked as he stood beside the young woman. He held out an envelope, so she could take it, "Please?"
She looked at the older handsome man, trying to ignore the butterflies, which she had been ignoring since seeing him the first time. She took the envelope, and pulled out a card, which seemed to be hand written, "A day with Iron Man." She smiled as she walked over to the auctioning table, and set it on the table, before reproaching the billionaire, "Thank you for the offer, Mr. Stark."
"So you know Iron Man?" Tony asked.
"I know you're the man behind the suite, but never seen him in action," She blushed as other thoughts filled her mind, as she looked down at her gloved hands, "My godson is a huge fan of Iron Man, has the whole merchandise collection."
"Perhaps you should bid, maybe your godson will win the day," Tony leaned in so only she could hear, "But just so you know I would be more than happy to get Iron Man, if your godson wanted to meet him, even without your bid."
"Alright, what are you doing Saturday?" She asked, as they walked towards the buffet, and she started to fill her plate. "His birthday is on Saturday, at a family friends house, and he would love if he could meet Iron Man."
"I could do that," Tony agreed, filling his own plate, and following her to the table where her brother Draco, Blaise, and three other guys were sitting, with two of there dates."
Blaise was the first to stand up, as he gestured to a blonde beside him, "Luna, this is the Tony Stark," he turned back to the older man, still holding the blonde, "Mr. Stark, this is my wife Luna Lovegood-Zabini." He sat back down, as the other young man beside him stood.
"Harry Potter, Hermione's other brother," Harry shook the other mans hand, "Nice to meet you."
"I am Theodore Knott, and like the other guys, I think of that young woman beside you as a sister," Theodore tilted his head, as he stayed in his seat, as he wrapped an arm around Harry.
"Hello Mr. Stark, this is my fiancee Ginny Weasley, her family is floating around somewhere. You could tell them a part, from the red of there hair," Draco laughed, when his fiancee elbowed him, before giving the man a polite smile.
"Please to meet you, Mr. Stark," Ginny smiled at the Billionaire, "Yes, we all think of Hermione, as if she were our own sister."
"Please call me Tony, my father was Mr. Stark," Tony smiled as he sat beside the witch, and they all tucked into there meals.
Hermione smiled across the table at her friend, "Harry, Theo, guess who has agreed to come to Teddy's birthday party Saturday." She smiled as she finished the last of her chocolate cake, as she stared at the two across the table.
"Who might that be, Mione?" Theodore asked, leaning against his partner, "Should I be worried?"
The witch looked at the man beside her, who was staring at all the guest, as he leaned back in his seat. She noticed how he slid his arm, to the back of her chair, before looking towards her friends, "Iron Man."
"Are you bloody kidding me, I just bid two-million-dollars for a day with him, for Teddy's birthday present," Theo exclaimed, as he ran a hand through his hair.
"How about if you win the bid, I fly your partner, this Teddy kid, and a guest," Tony tilted his head towards the woman beside him, causing her to blush behind her champagne glass, before turning towards the two men, "To stay a week in the USA, threee days and another in Stark Tower, for the other four days, where you'll meet the other Avenger's."
"Does that go for any one at this table, since we will see you at Teddy's birthday as well," Adrian asked, having had just arrived with his wife, and hearing the whole thing.
"Agreed," The American easily agreed.
Hermione knew the guys, almost as well as there witch's, if not better. She leaned in towards the billionaire and whispered, "You realize that Adrian, will probably try to out bid Theo, even though he's the godfather."
"Than you would have a very successful auction," Was all the Billionaire said, before leaving the group, towards the auction area.
"Adrian, you are not bidding more than fifteen million, unless you plan to give the trip to your godson," Pansy warned, as her husband raced Theo, towards the bidding area.
"Of course love," Adrian shouted, not even turning around.
Tony watched as the two kept putting numbers, before gradually signing a bidding card, for some soccer ball. He pretended to think for a moment, "Just imagine if you both bid the same amount, than I would have to provide for both groups, and you all could be together. I mean, I never said there was a limit, for whoever bid," he stepped to where there was a spa gift card, and placed a bid on it, "Of course the people would have to bid, at least fifteen million." He walked back to the table, with a satisfying smirk on his face.
Hermione stared at the billionaire, wandering what he was talking to himself about, which caused her brother's to stop there bidding. She leaned in towards him, so the rest of the table didn't hear her, "So everything worked out?"
"I want to dance," He turned towards the pregnant witch, and reached out a hand, "If your husband doesn't mind, may I please have this dance?"
Pansy looked confused for a moment, as took there table companions hand, after the encouragement of her husband, "Sure."
Adrian stood to his own feet, and reached for his sister like friends hand, "Care to dance?"
She just rolled her eyes, as she allowed Adrian, to lead her onto the dance floor next to his wife, "I think someone likes you."
She just rolled her eyes again, she found she did that a lot with Adrian, as she glanced at the billionaire, "He has an ego, the side of the Eiffel tower, which is much worse than Draco's, and yours combined."
"He's really a great guy, sister," Adrian twirled her out of his reach, as he cut in with his wife, while Hermione was caught by the billionaire.
Tony was surprised by the switch, as he stared down at his neighbor, who looked equally surprised. "Hello again."
She glared at the wizard she had been dancing with, before back at Tony, "Hello."
"So is there anywhere to bid, for a chance to go to dinner with you, anywhere at that table?" He asked, as he stared into her chocolate colored eyes, bringing a hand to cup her cheek.
"I won't get that much money, if I was up for bid," She answered, as she leaned into his touch, with her eyes closed.
"You're worth more than you let on," Tony was about to kiss her, when the music turned to a faster pase.
"Sorry," She jumped out of her trance like state, and hurried back to the table, avoiding any contact with him for the rest of the night.
A/N: This is my first Avenger/ Harry Potter crossover. I apologize for any misspelling.