The Knight in Shining Armor & The Loser in Aluminum Foil
Love. It's like lightning you get struck once & Baby it kills
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Chapter 1: Obviously stalking should be illegal...
"My Dearest Hermione,
I am writing today to apologize for my juvenile behavior. I can't bear the thought of you being angry at me, my beloved. How am I to deal with the fact of not being a satisfactory betrothed if I make my love angry? I hope you find it in your kind heart to forgive me, for I am nothing without you…
Mum sends her kisses, she positively adores you mon chérie, but then again who doesn't? Oh Hermione, I constantly count the days till our beautiful wedding. Did you know that 206 days 4953 hours 297235 minutes and 17834135 seconds and counting are left, my love? Of course you did, why I imagine you're even more excited to get married to yours truly! Who wouldn't be? Seeing as I'm Britain's most eligible bachelor. I see why our parents have been so eager to see us get married; we're perfect for each other.
Love, I fear I must end my letter now.. but before I do, I must inform you that those guards you sent last time are constantly finding ways to forbid me from seeing you. Where are you, precious? Fear not, for I will find you like I always do, gorgeous Do write back to me this time, sweetheart.
Love Always,
James B Cole"
"GAHHHH !!! James is driving me CRAZY!" Hermione yelled out to no one in particular. She was ready to tear all her hair out and commit suicide. She thought she told Brian and Adam to 'take care of him' for her.
"Someone's going to get fired" She thought angrily.
Hermione Jean Granger was no ordinary 21 year old British witch, -well nothing sounded normal in that sentence, but still you get the drift- she was born from a very wealthy family of very high status.
Now it wasn't enough that she had been off to "boarding school" –the lie she had told all her relatives for the past 7 years at Hogwarts, although her parents only knew the truth- and battled Voldemort along Harry and Ron's side, but now she had to get married on the 14th of July –As James agonizingly reminded her every Goddamned letter he sent- to someone she loathed with every fiber of her being. Why her parents agreed to this, she could never understand. Every time she tried to convince them to call off this nightmare, her plea would fall on deaf ears.
Hermione hadn't contacted her friends in a long time; she really missed the lot of them. Hell- she would even be glad to see Malfoy! Speaking of Malfoy, she wondered what had happened to him... the last thing she recalled was rescuing him from a mad death eater alongside Harry and Ron.
Ron...now that was someone she really missed and was hoping to have a bright future with. But alas, she found out she was engaged to be married to some prissy boy after she came back from fighting Voldemort in her 7th year. She remembered hitting James were it hurt after he tried to kiss her. Honestly, the nerve of that man, she barely knew him and yet he was all over her.
Her mobile phone rang, interrupting her trail of thoughts.
"Good Afternoon" She answered in a trying-to-be-cherry voice.
"Hermione love, I see you're happy to hear from me!"
Oh no.. it was James. How on earth did he get this number?
"How did you get my number?" She brusquely replied.
She heard him laughing –the nerve of him.
"My dear, have you forgotten that we're engaged and that I know everything about you?"
She could almost see that smirk of his that she loathed.
"I've been trying to.." She muttered darkly.
"Wha-"
"Nothing! Absolutely nothing.. dear" She gritted her teeth so badly that it hurt.
"Splendid!" Was his optimistic reply.
"Umm James, this is a really bad time and um I have to go okay bye bye darling say hi to your mother for me." She rushed and closed the phone before James replied.
5 minutes later she heard someone knocking on her door.
"Open the door sugar bear!
'Oh dear,' She thought.
"Hermione, it's your Jamesipoo"
"Just a second!" She grimaced. 'That son of a-'
"Darling, I'm getting rather tired of waiting!" James said in a sing song voice.
"..I'm taking a bath dear so it's not really a good time!"
But of course she was doing no such thing.
"I don't hear the water running!" Was his annoying reply, "do you think you're going to get rid of me that easily, sweetheart?"
Hermione quickly wet her hair and slipped on a robe mumbling incoherent words all the way to the door.
She was still thinking of ways to get rid of him.
She peered through that little glass peak hole in her door. Yup- it was him alright.
She didn't unlock her door but peered through the space it allowed.
"What do you want?" She grumbled looking up to his stupid bloody perfect face, he had perfect caramel hair, brilliant blue eyes and a blinding white smile. He was slighty taller than her and physically fit- not that she cared.
"Hermione, I think it's time we prepared for the wed-"
She shut the door.
God, was she never going to get rid of him?
That's when it her like a ton of bricks.
She was never going to get rid of him.
But something caught her eye, "my wand" she whispered.
A terrifyingly mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. She rushed over to the table where her wand was and as soon as she touched it, evil thoughts began to form in that wicked mind of hers.
'Damn, no magic in front of muggles.' She remembered.
Perhaps she could cast the spell without him knowing? No.. it was far too risky and she could get her wand taken away..
She sighed, cursing her luck –she was doing a lot of that today- maybe she'd have better luck in the morning.
Hermione called in security and had the mad muggle removed from her doorstep.
She also made a mental note to change her mobile number and stay in a hotel for quite some time.
She yawned and immediately fell asleep, having pleasant dreams of feeding James to a hungry Acromantula.
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(A/N: Hmm.. it certainly has been a while. You may have noticed that my other story is on pause for the moment, I think I may re-write it.. I'm not sure where this story is headed either. So I need to hear your opinions and if you have any suggestions for Hermione Granger and the Preposterous Prophecy keep me posted : Merry Christmas. P.S: isn't James a perfect little ray of sunshine?)