A/N: My first FanFic. All constructive criticism is appreciated. AU and characters possibly OOC.
Disclaimer: I own the plot, but that's about it. Wish I owned Draco though. ;)
WARNING:
Small R (or M) rated scene. Please skip if offended.
Chapter 1: Tango
Red nailed fingers held the cream script delicately, brown eyes roving over the neat printed words uninterestedly.
Groans and moans are heard from a moving form on the floor. On zooming in it is revealed to be SADIE and GEORGE.
We zoom in further until we see the pelvic/genital area. GEORGE's penis is seen to be just outside SADIE's vagina.
SADIE emits a loud groan and bucks her hips up, attempting to initiate penetration. We see one hand move down and restrain her hips from moving-
The woman looked up from the script at her agent.
"They want me to play this Sadie who cheats on her husband with his best friend?" Her tone was incredulous as she slapped the script down onto the desk in front of her.
The agent sitting across from her shrugged her shoulders, red hair caught up in a messy ponytail. "Well Hermione, it was your idea to consider the script. I told you it was a bad idea – the guy who wrote this obviously has watched too many outdated-"
"Yes, I know, Ginny. But the problem is this," Hermione peered at the front page of the script, "Severus Snape seems like a sad, barmy old doctor who can't get his kicks from a real woman so he has to resort to our profession."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Yes, Mione. That's usually our main audience."
Hermione copied her agent, not succeeding in her attempt to infuriate the redhead. Ginny had worked with her too long to be annoyed with her, and there was precious little she didn't know about her star client.
"Is there anything else?"
"Well duh. There's never a shortage of scripts for the world's greatest porn star."
Hermione narrowed her eyes. "Ginny…"
"Here it is." Ginny pulled out a script from the depths of her famed black briefcase – the redhead was never seen without it. "Tango by Ron Weasley."
Hermione laughed. "Ah yes, the starving artist turned writer. And your brother no less. I'm impressed."
"I wouldn't laugh so much if I were you Hermione Granger. My brother has managed to get his act together and have Harry Potter direct it." Ginny whispered the name as if Harry Potter were some sort of god.
Hermione however, was completely nonplussed. "Harry Potter? You mean that guy you met at the Awards once and completely wet yourself over?"
"They say he's the Stephen Spielberg for the porn world. Won himself a tidy amount of awards too. A whiz with camera, lighting, audio… You name it, he can do it. I don't know how Ron did it, Mione, but he did. Said he and Harry went way back."
Hermione looked up from inspecting her nails. "I should be impressed because?"
This was a major faux pas in the world of Ginevra Molly Weasley, and her jaw set in a half sulky half vengeful look. "Mione!"
The brunette smiled, tossing her curling waves over one shoulder as she held a hand out for the script. "Give it here then, Ginny."
As Hermione flipped through the script, Ginny began to talk in a torrent, hands waving and gesticulating wildly.
"Ron said if he could get you working on Tango he and Harry could get more than ten times the usual sales. You're that hot, Mione. They'd make a bundle and maybe you'd get another Award for best actress. Of course, they'll need some guy for the other role, but I'm sure that won't be a problem. Everyone wants to work opposite you. Whenever the other agents hear you're working again the phones are ringing off the hook trying to get their clients. But it's always nosiree unless the guy's hot enough for you, and we all know how hard it is to please you and the director and everyone else-"
"I'll do it."
Ginny looked up, her puzzled bright hazel eyes meeting the dark chocolate of Hermione's. "You'll do what?"
"Tango. I'll do it."
Ginny sat very still and straight in her chair, peering at her client as if trying to figure out what Hermione was thinking. She gave up after about two minutes and packed all the loose paper on the desk into her briefcase, clicking it closed.
"Okay then. I'll phone Ron. He's going to be prouder than a cockerel at the news."
