right,, this is my first Harry Potter finfic, some of you may have read it but I reloaded it after some assistance from tookkia :D

I've sorted it out and re-juggled it and made it a little bit longer :D hope you like it :)

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Chapter 1

It had been four years since they'd left Hogwarts and entered the wizarding world. Hermione was now one of the ministries top aurors, she was the brains behind their operations and often noticed things that others didn't; therefore she was a valuable weapon to their team. Physically she didn't appear to match up with the other aurors but she could hold her own in a physical fight, the intense training they received ensured that, but she was most dangerous with her wand. She knew more spells than almost anyone, and how to use them to the best of her advantage. She was a threat.

Draco laid back in his green office chair. He had grown a lot over the years, and many women were taking notice, girls had always noticed him, especially in his last year of Hogwarts. A large smirk took over his face when he looked at the mirror besides him. He was no longer 5'9, but 6'3. His blonde hair fell in a soft dishevelled loveliness over his head. His grey eyes changed a bit too, and they were now softer, easier to hide behind. He used them as a tool to have girls believe what he told them, and it worked like a charm. He remembered fondly that by the third month after he arrived at Hogwarts for his last year he had been with over a dozen girls. He had toyed with them, had his fun and moved onto the next. What didn't make sense was, everyone knew what he was doing, but no one refused his offers. But most girls always had a secret soft spot for the handsome bad boy, and everyone knew damn well that Draco was that boy. Well, 'man'. Because now, Draco was very defineately a man. A very muscular, attractive, intelligent, cunning man that had a charm no one could escape. Well … maybe one person could … he glanced at the open folder on his desk. His latest target, top of his list … Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger, the one girl who had resisted his charm, the one he had yet to conquer

When Blaise got the phone call from Draco he wasn't surprised, in fact he had been waiting for it.

"Hey Draco, long time no talk, beginning to think you'd forgotten me."

"Forget you? Blaise, you've been my best mate for years, of course I couldn't forget you, it's just safer this way." When Draco's line of work was involved Blaise knew better than to ask of any more information than necessary.

"We need to meet up. I may have some surveillance I need a partner on."

"Surveillance and research. Nothing else." Blaise stated his voice cool and emotionless. "That's all I will do, Draco, you know that."

"I know!" he snapped. "So you coming or what?" Blaise thought about it for a moment, before shrugging and giving his answer, "Yeah, sure."

"Come around today. Five o'clock." Draco had hung up before he even had a chance to answer him.

Blaise wondered briefly which of his old friends he would be watching this time. After all there were only the major players left from what was once Dumbledore's Army. Draco and the remaining Death eaters had picked off the weaker ones as soon as they were out of Hogwart's protection, now it would be one of the big ones.

Blaise arrived at Draco's town house at precisely five o'clock, his jeans stylishly cut and shirt loose. "Draco!"

"Blaise." He felt himself being yanked inside and pulled into a very un-Draco like hug.
"Umm – Draco? You ok?"

"I missed civilization! Seriously, Goyle and Crabbe and the rest of the numbskulls I'm forced to put up with drive me crazy! Stupid clouts."

Blaise smiled; that was more like the old Draco.

"Had me worried for a moment there, thought you were going soft." Draco gave him a light punch him on the arm.

"Shut-up. Before I give you a black eye."

"Now … who are we watching?" Draco slid a file over the coffee table to him as they relaxed into the comfy chairs. "Hermione Granger?"

"One thirds of the Golden Trio. The brains. Harry Potter's best friend. The Gryffindor Princess. Head Girl. Know it all. Order member. Enemy to the Dark Lord. Know anyone else it could possibly be? Oh almost forgot, must have poofy hair." he snapped, waspishly.

"Ok, ok." Blaise flicked through some snap shots of her; they weren't very up to date. "Why are these so old?

"Well, my dearest father seemed to over look the fact that the person we had watching her was captured within three months, as was his predecessor and his."

Blaise whistled though his teeth.

"So they're being watched by the Ministry as well as the order then?"

"It would appear so." Draco was quiet for a moment. "You want to hang out tonight?"

"Depends …"

"You, me, Theodore Nott, you remember him right? Maybe Pansy. The old crew, Slytherins only."

Blaise thought for a moment.

"Sure, I'll just need to –"

"You can borrow some of my clothes, please I need some civilized company and I think a night on the town would do us both good."

"Ok, fine, but if I pick up a girl I'm bringing her back here to your attic room," he said with a wink.

"Sure thing, mate, just don't disturb me and whatever girls I bring back."

"Hermione please! You don't have to do this!" Harry pleaded with her,

"It's no use Harry I'm going."

"But 'Mione you could get hurt!" she reached out and brushed his cheek.

"It's sweet that you care, but really, I'll be fine, I'm not defenceless, I'm an auror for heavens sake." Ron stood in the doorway glaring at her.

"I won't let you."

She smiled indulgently; as you would to a child you were humouring.

"Ron, you and I both know that you can't stop me from doing anything, and if you try too hard I will be straight on the phone to your mother."

"I'll stop you!"

"Ronald Weasley you have never been able to stop me from doing something I wanted to, not even when I was an 11 year old bookworm, so what makes you think you will now I'm a fully trained auror?" he didn't answer. "Now move by yourself before I assist you! I need to go and get ready." He didn't move. "Fine, be stubborn."

Just a wave of her wand and he was blown backwards onto the floor and she swept past him and up the stairs.

"Can you believe she just did that?" he asked enraged.

"Sure Ron, she did warn you."

Hermione came back downstairs half an hour later smiling. "No!" Ron shouted standing up. "You are not going out in that!"

"And why not Ronald?" Harry, who was used to his friends infamous arguments rolled his eyes.

"Ron, just let her be."

"No, don't you care as well Harry? She's a member of the Order, and one of –"

"One of what, Ron?"

"Well, you know what they call us –" he tapered off into silence, shrinking under her glare.

"The Golden trio, you think that by doing my job and assisting in the capture of death eaters that I'm going to make you two look bad?"

"No that's not –"

"Yes Ronald that's exactly it and to be honest I don't care! You two can go back to your quidditch but I'm an auror! I can't pretend that just because Harry killed Voldemort that the world's once again safe because it isn't!" she was angry now, angry with how little they seemed to know, or if they did know, care. "Did you know that there's been an increase on the number of Death eater related incidents?"

"Hermione, we're all aware of what's happening but there isn't a lot either of us can do… we're not aurors."

"Harry was." She said, almost bitterly. "We're doing our best to clear up the Death eaters and get them put away." She jabbed a finger at Harrys chest. "While you two fly around on your brooms and sign autographs the rest of us barely have enough aurors to address all the problems left behind by the war! Death eaters being the main problem!"

"Hermione –"

"No! Don't you dare tell me not to go! This is my job." She turned around, grabbing her clutch bag and stomping to the door.

"I'll see you two later." She said quietly.

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