It was mid afternoon in Hogsmeade. The sun was high and harsh, glistening against the asphalt. Water mirages played games in the minds of two old wizards standing against the Hog's Head Tavern. Both men had to have been over one hundred fifty years old. One was tall but hunched over in a slouch. His milky white eyes gazing out into a nearly abandoned alley. A few grey whisps of his hair stood at attention at the top of his head. The rest started at his ears and flowed down to mid back. His large ears mimicked those of a house elf; large and sloppy looking. Traditional outer robes were discarded against the back of the chair beside him. His own salty moisture seeped into his dingy white shirt, staining it yellow. Three buttons of his top were undone, exposing his pale and grey hairy chest. A thin, pale hand rose against the sun and wiped a few beads of sweat from his bushy, unkempt brow as he turned to his companion.
The other man was short and stout. Pompous and arrogant looking; much like former minister Cornelius Fudge. Instead of traditional robs, he wore a muggle suit with a cane fastened in his chubby grip. His bowlers hat sat on top of a full head of greased platnum hair. The shaddow of his beard grew past five giving the impression that even with his impecable choice of clothing, the man didn't care much. The man had quite a belly on him; it stuck out proudly as if it were a trophy he wanted to show off. A sigh rolled off his thin lips and squinted his vapor blue eyes in the direction where howls and screams were eminating.
"Oi! You've heard of Ermione Granga?" The tall thin man asked his friend in contemplation.
"It's HERmione GranGER, and yes. I would think everyone has," the fat man responded.
"Usta work for the ministry, that one." The tall man vaguely pointed in the direction he saw the woman last. " A powerful witch, she is." His companion nodded in agreement.
" She has a special power... To be able to feel what others do is astonishing," the fat man mumbled as he took his seat facing the alley. The tall man glanced at his friend and goined him at the small table. A loud bange errupted from the abandoned tavern across the way. Both wizards looked up, holding their breaths.
"YOU BITCH!" The words were half between a gutteral scream and howl. Sighs escaped from both old men as they silently hoped lives would be spared this afternoon.
"I heard she can also force ye ta feel what she wants ye ta feel," the thin man stated as if it were common knowledge. An increadulous stare was directed to the wizard who just spoke.
"No one can do that, Boris! That's impossible. Never heard of!" The fat man wasn't having it. He shook his head. "No one has that much power."
"Malakei, I swear on the pure blood of me family... she even seduced Lil' Mini with it." Boris was adament; he wasn't giving up, Malakei will see the truth.
"Little Mini is hardly little anymore, now is she? We may have watched her little bitty body run around when she was mearly 4, but she's a grown witch now and fully capable of an adult relationship," Malakei picked at his cane as he spoke. "She's Headmistress to Hogwarts now. Another powerful witch..." Boris shook his head in wonder.
"A student, Ermione was. No way Minerva would have broken the rules without being forced." Boris licked his parched, thin lips. "When she found out Ermione could force her feelings on anyone, she refused to see the girl." Another yell errupted from the nearly empty tavern. Malakei looked at his friend in disbelief.
"There has to be a different explaination as to why Minerva McGonagall, queen of rule obeying, broke them." Bothe wizards stared on as the tavern door was kicked open, revealing a bound man being pused out onto the dirt pathway. Hermione emerged behind him with her wand extracted. Also forgoing the tradtional robes, she work brown suede trousers and a brown suede vest. Her boots cut into the man's backside. WIth a sneer, she conjoured up her patronous and sent it to the minister. Within a few seconds, ministry officials apparated aside the pissed off brunette. She began to walk away as they made the arrest. Her magically straightened hair swaying against her back and waist with every movement. Empty and cold were here eyes that were once warm, full of curiosity and life. She felt two pairs of eyes settle on her and nodded in their direction. Boris was the only one who nodded back. Stopping in her tracks, she felt Malakei's arrogance and skeptism and locked eyes with him. His hands began to shake as his eyes widened. A deep groan emitted from his troat as his breath became shallow. He was terrified, point blank. A warmth errupted over and between his thighs as he shook. Hermione took pity on the old man and turned away. Malakei took a deep breath and sighed his relief.
"Blimey, mate! She made ye piss yer trousers!" Boris screetched in amusement. Malakei looked down into his urine soaked lap and shook his head. He pulled his wand from his cane swiftly.
"Scourgify! That she did, mate... That she did." Malakei hung his head in embarassment. "Powerful witch..." He mumbled as he took one last glance at his now clean pants.