AN: So my friend and I have this on-going one-shot challenge. We give each other really off-the-wall pairings and they have to write a one-shot featuring those characters. Well, bout a year ago she gave me a Remus/Hermione time-travel challenge and I never completed it. Well I am now. Except it's not a one-shot. Anyway… I talk too much. :/ Enjoy!
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns everything. Not much else I can say.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Ron asked her for the hundredth time.
"Of course, Ronald. Please stop asking me dumb questions," She huffed in response as she had every other time he had asked her that.
"I'm just making sure," He said defensively, "This is a big deal. We wouldn't want you doing anything rash." He said slowly.
Great. He was speaking to her as if she was the daft one and not the other way around.
She rolled her eyes, "I am not."
But Ron was not about to let the subject drop so easily. Instead he leaned in close to her, "Is this about the break-up? Because I still care about you."
She scowled, "You are repugnant."
"Don't lash out, Mione. I just don't want to see you get hurt."
Hermione scoffed, "Is that so?"
"Yes!" Ron exclaimed indignantly.
"Well then, Ronald, thank you for your concern but I am not doing this because of you or Harry or anyone else, for that matter. I am going on this mission because it's what I want to do." And with that she turned on her heel and left Ron gaping at her retreating figure.
"You didn't have to bring Harry into this." Ron finally called when she was about to walk out the door or his flat.
If Hermione heard him she didn't acknowledge it. She kept walking, letting the heavy door slam closed behind her without a backwards glance.
"Good-bye," resounded from every crevice of the building and Hermione let slip her first smile since the end of the war.
The next morning was painfully dull as Hermione listened to countless witches and wizards warn her about things she was sure she knew far more about than any one of them. Taught precautions that she had known since third year and procedures she had known for almost as long.
"This is very advanced magic, young lady," A particularly slow witch had warned, "Advanced and very unpredictable."
Of course she knew that. It was advanced, unpredictable, and, more importantly, monitored. Which was the only reason she did not simply perform the spell on her own. The only reason she had to deal with this lot of amateurs: to stay under the radar.
"Are you ready, Miss Granger?"
Finally. The question she had been waiting to hear all day.
"I'm ready."
AN: Okay, so Hermione is kinda bitchy and OOC, but I swear, though this be madness, there is method (Or however Shakespeare worded it.)
-Jess