Ok…. So I'm putting some stories on hold, I just don't have time to write them all… heh heh silly me! but… I needed to get this one out to see how people like it, and if they do, I'll try to continue it. I'm srry guys…

She didn't understand. How could one person's life get so messed up? How could the very existence of all that was close to you be stripped away in a matter of seconds?

These were Hermione Granger's thoughts as she sat on the ledge of her window sill. It was extremely cold outside, a biting wind whipping and slashing every solid object it came across. One particular gust of wind blew around the girl, and continued to swirl around her as if to push her off.

But, she remained still.

She had changed. Quite drastically in her opinion. Both physically and mentally. Her hair was no longer bushy, as it had grown down to the top of her hips, and the length had weighed the curls down, to create honey brown waves. Due to her extensive… training, she was very fit, but kept beautiful womanly curves. Her eyes though… her eyes were the biggest change yet.

They were no longer chocolate brown. But a startling blue. They stood out quite distinctly against her tan skin. They were shocking, almost too alien-like, but…not. She dressed quite differently. Her regular attire was a tank-top, cargo Capri's sleek tennis shoes and gloves with the fingers cut out. Even on this chilly night, she remained without a coat. The cold no longer reached her.

She was basically a different person. No longer the bucktoothed bookworm. She kept her cleverness, and had actually enhanced it, and her athleticism had increased tenfold.

IT was now her seventh year, and her other identity was to be uncovered.

It had all started in fifth year. After the battle at the Ministry, Hermione was greatly affected. She acted weak, being taken out in less than two hours. She wouldn't have it. She couldn't. All the death, pain, torture, and she was out cold. Something had just snapped. She became obsessed with being strong, fearless. Everyone pitied her, and it was sickening. They were mad at her, for not contributing to the fight. How dare they. And the death of her parents only spurred her on.

She had searched for professional help. An agency. Specialized in training those for battle, and mission work. Perfect.

She trained long and hard. She saw even more death, pain and of course torture. She learned things, saw things no one could ever dream off. All part of the plan. Create immunity to negative emotion. The trainers always confused her. They were inhuman like. Swift, strong and extremely intelligent. She had only needed two out of three.

And she succeeded quite well. NO other trainee could beat her in anything. Sword fight, gun training, or hand on hand combat. Her new reflexes had also helped her magic ability. No one knew of her secret training. Not Harry, Ron, Ginny or any of the order. Until this year. Her changes were too distinct. And now she had to wait.

She lived with her aunt in muggle London. She was getting married soon, to a half-blood wizard. Hermione was quite happy she wouldn't have to hide from her aunt anymore. She could perform magic everywhere in the house now, and it made her feel quite better. "Hermione! Is your window open again? Close before you catch a chill, child!" Hermione rolled her eyes and swiftly jumped onto the wood floor of her bedroom on her toes, not making a sound.

"Yes Aunt Jane!" she yelled.

Hermione POV

I turned to my closet and grabbed basketball short s and a t-shirt before walking down the steps to the living room, where I would surely find Aunt Jane and Jim sitting on the leather couches laughing at some lame comedy show. Sure enough, there they were wine glass in hand laughing away. When I reached the landing, Jim looked up at me, smiling warmly. "Hey Hermione! There's spaghetti sauce on the stove, and noodles in the sink. Help yourself."

I smiled back, and proceeded into the kitchen, grabbing a bowl and fork before, as Jim said, "helping myself." Once I had my plate, I plopped down on an armchair and ate while watching the show with my "parents". As the credits rolled, Aunt Jane turned to me. "Hermione dear, I was wondering when you had to go into that Digon Ally place you always go?"

I laughed. "First of all, it's Diagon Alley, and second of all, no. I already went. But I would like to ask a favor." I turned to Jim. "I know you were a quidditch player in school, and I know you can try out for the team in seventh year, so I was wondering if you would like to go with me to buy a broom?"

Jim looked back at me with warm eyes. "I'm very flattered you would rather go with me then those friends you always talk about. I'd love too." I smiled and turned back to my food. No matter how hard and cold my heart was, I always had a soft spot for the people who took me in when no one else would.

Aunt Jane looked like she wanted to keep talking, but another show started a theme song, and her eyes were once more glued to the TV. I got up and put my bowl in the sink before heading back to my room. I flipped onto my bed grabbing a novel off my night stand. I settled back into my pillows and got lost words.

Draco POV

"Hey mum, have you seen my shoes?" I ran down the marble staircase into the sitting room, to see my mother sitting on the leather couches with her feet tucked beneath her, and my father sitting on the same couch reading the paper. "Now now Draco no need to shout." Father said. I just sighed and turned to my mother again. "Mum have you seen my running shoes? I'm going for a run."

"Oh, in this weather Draco? You're liable to get sick." My father said, his eyes never leaving the paper. I rolled my eyes. He probably hadn't even realized the wind had died down considerably, and the temperature was no longer freezing. Mother rolled her eyes and out down her book. " Im sure your shoes are by the stairs, like they always are. And Lucius dear, leave the boy alone. IF he wants to get sick, let him learn his lesson." Before returning to her book sj\he looked up to me and winked.

I waved good bye and could hear the paper rustling before I made it out of the room.

I always liked running in muggle neighborhoods. I never understood why, I just…did. It was much safer than wizard areas anyway. There's always the chance of running into a death eater. They were also quieter. I could think straight. So I apparated into an alley, and looked around before jogging onto the sidewalk in a neighborhood called Autumn Lakes. (a/n: totally made that up XD)

The houses were quite large, which gave me the impression well to do muggles lived here. That suited me perfectly. As I made my way down one street I could hear faint music. As I jogged further, I saw an orange light coming from an open window on a house. I stopped and looked up. The silhouette of a girl flashed by the window and my interest was piqued. So a rich girl lived here, and by the looks of it, wasn't bad looking.

I heard shuffling, as if someone was moving quickly across the floor. Did she fall? The I realized the shuffling feet were in tune with the music blaring from within. Ahhh. So she was dancing. Well.. I supposed I could do a little flirting…what harm would it do? I looked around and saw some pebbled lining the side walk I picked one up and aimed straight for the window. I expected to hear it hit something, maybe even an oww, but I heard nothing.

Soon, the music turned off, and the feet stopped. Then, her head appeared out of the window. She seemed to be searching around before her eyes fell on me.

Hermione POV

It was such a nice night out, I decided opening the window again couldn't hurt. I turned on my stereo and put in my favorite cd. Another thing no one knows about me, is the fact that I hip hop dance. Its quite fun, and great exercise. Before I could finish a particularly hard routine, a faint whooshing sound could be heard. I barely had enough time to duck before it hit the wall opposite me with a thud, and fell into my laundry basket. I cautiously crept toward the window, to find a man standing on the sidewalk by my house.

As soon as I had fully studied him, I realized who it was. No other beings on earth had the same color hair as the Malfoys. And the moonlight was currently bouncing off his head, making him look like some twisted angel.

He didn't seem to recognize me as he flirtatiously grinned up at me. " Excuse me miss, I couldn't help but overhear the music and your..dancing? I was just curious. It sounded rather fast. You must be good."

I snorted and jumped out of the window. I managed to grab a branch from the oak tree on the front lawn and land on my toes on the lush grass beneath it. I stood up, and almost grinned when I saw his shocked face. Either he recognized me, or was impressed by my move. "that… that was pretty impressive, miss…um…" I rolled my eyes. " I'd rather not tell you my name thanks." I shuffled my feet.

It was quite uncomfortable standing in front of him. I was only wearing a tank-top, and too-big sweat pants I always use for dancing. OF course I couldn't show him I was feeling awkward. Rule number one of the Agency: never show emotion to the enemy.

He sobered up quickly and returned to the "charming" self. "Quite alright miss. I understand why you wouldn't want to tell me." I snorted again. I couldn't wait to see what he had to say when I told him who I was. " Alright Malfoy, you can cut the crap." His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.

I could tell he was quite scared. He probably didn't want anyone to know who he was. " Um…I don't know what you're talking about… you must have me mixed up with someone…err..yea." he turned to leave, but I stopped him. " You really don't recognize me do you?" he paused. Heh. Probably thought I was some cheap tramp he forgot about. He swiveled around and stared at me.

What an idiot.

" Oh you really should pay attention to what your…peers look like don't you think?" that seemed to have jogged his memory. "G-Granger? Is that really you? I dot remember you looking that good!" Before he could blink again he was on the ground with my foot planted firmly on his chest. He was clutching his head and moaning. I sighed. Such a drama queen.

" Oh shut up you prat. I didn't kick you that hard." His complaining ceased and he stared up at me with wide eyes. " You kicked me? How did your foot get all the way up to my head?" I chuckled. " That's for me to know, and you to never find out. Now I would greatly appreciate it if you could move your presence from my home."

He grumbled and slowly got up, still clutching his head. He looked around and made to apparate. Only his from only shimmered before he collapsed. I rushed over to him where he ws glaring at me. "Seems you've forgotten dear Granger, that a witch or wizard is unable to apparate if the picture of their destination isn't pictured clearly. Because of your oh so hard blow to my head, all my thoughts stowed away in my mind are all jumbled up. How the hell do you propose I get home now?"

Oi.

"Alright then. Ill just have to take you home my self. Let me change." I hopped ontp the lowest branch of the oak tree and climbed my way to the window where I jumped in. I came back out a few minutes later in warmer clothing. I got down the same way as before and grabbed Malfoy by the arm. " Malfoy Manor!" I shouted and we disappeared into the windy night.

Hahahahahah all done. I love strong Hermione stories. Unfortunately not a lot have been posted, so I thought I would contribute.

Constructive criticism: greatly appreciated.

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~**Fayrid