50 Shades of Harmony

by ShortieJ

Hermione Granger never knew what one interview could do to her life. She doesn't know if she should hex her best friend, Luna Lovegood, or not. Is Hermione ready for everything that is the mysterious Harry Potter or will she buckle under the intensity that his green eyes can hold? A Harmony version of 50 Shades of Grey. Rated M for a reason.

1. Get It Right

Some of the parts of this story are taken directly from 50 Shades of Grey by E.L. James… If you find yourself glancing at the book then at this story, you will notice how it follows the story. In this chapter most of the interview is the same-just in HP verse. Obviously none of the characters or places are mine. I owe that all to the brilliant J.K. Rowling. I owe the idea of the story to E.J. James… Basically I'm just writing a bunny that wouldn't leave my head. I make no money off this, obviously. I'm sure that there are others who have done this idea before, like storieofmilife with 50 Shades of Green (also a Harmony twist to 50 and Potter)… Hopefully my own version is different enough for that story that you can appreciate this one as well. I'll be taking liberties in this story about some of the characters, as obviously they are OOC for the Potterverse/50 in their own senses. You'll just have to read more to find out exactly how much. All chapter titles will be random song titles from my own playlist that I listen to while writing. This chapter title is credited to Glee…

Fifty Shades of Harmony

Chapter 1: Get It Right

I glare at myself in the mirror. I can't decide which I'm more upset with—my hair being too bushy for its own good or my best friend, Luna Lovegood. I roll my eyes and admit that the anger is more directed at Luna and simply put my chestnut hair up into a ponytail. Of all the things that I could be doing today, like studying for my NEWTs, I had to go in to London to go to the Ministry of Magic. Where did my black flats disappear to?! I think to myself. Of course, nothing could go my way today… Damn Luna.

Luna, for all her dreaminess, had chosen today to go out with her father to hunt for nargles. Her excuse was that it was the perfect day—she had no idea that her father would request that she go along with him. The interview needed to go on, and who better than Hermione to conduct it in Luna's place. Again, I roll my eyes. Luna would think that. I agree with Luna that the interview needed to go on as planned. The Quibbler, Luna's father's magazine, was doing an article on Harry Potter. Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived and now the youngest Minister of Magic to ever be elected in the magical world had never agreed to a face-to-face interview with anyone. Everything that as published about Mr. Potter was second-hand information or quotes that he had given during a speech.

Luna walked into my private room—part of the perks of being Head Girl at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Luna put on one of her bright smiles. "You look lovely," she said as she sat down on my bed.

I turned around from my mirror and looked at my best friend. "Simple blue sweater, simple black skirt, and NO black flats… Luna, sometimes I think you might be a little too out there."

"Hermione, simple on you looks great—it always has. Have I told you how thankful I am for you doing this for me? It took me nine months to convince Mr. Potter to do an interview with me! By the time that I might have been able to get him to reschedule, we'd already be graduated! Nargles are even more evasive than Mr. Potter… Who else would be able to say that they got to interview THE Harry Potter besides you?" Luna's blue eyes gave me a puppy dog look. Luna knew the effect she had on people when she wanted her way. Her dreamy demeanor mixed with those blue eyes could get even Harry Potter to give her an interview… Or in this case, me.

"Yes, Luna, you have. Even though I should be studying for our NEWTs… I'll go, just for you," I roll my eyes again.

"You'll be getting O's on all of your courses, Hermione. You know this, I know this, all of the professors know this… One day out interviewing the delectable Harry Potter will do you good," Luna said as she smiled even more.

"If he's so 'delectable', Luna, why don't you give up nargle hunting to go and do this interview?"

"Because I want the chance to be able to say that I've captured a nargle while no one else can say that, Hermione! Here are all my notes and my Quick Quill. You'll need it. It's the most accurate recorder that journalists are offered now. I've got all my questions on this parchment here. Just stick to these and you'll do fine, Hermione. You'll get everything I need to write this article. Remember when you get to the Ministry that you need to go to the thirteenth top floor. That's where Mr. Potter's office is. Thank you again, so much. You really are the best friend that anyone could ask for, you know."

"Fine… Fine. As soon as I find my flats I'll be going," I say as I look again in my closet and grab my cloak.

"You mean the shoes that are sitting right in front of your mirror?" Luna asks, cocking her head to the side as she stares down to the floor.

"If I'm truly the brightest witch of our age, you'd think I'd be able to see my bloody shoes in front of my face…" I mumble as I slip on the shoes.

Luna laughed. "This is why I'm going nargle hunting. Good luck, Hermione. You truly are a lifesaver!"

With that, I head out of my room and towards the Headmistress's office. McGonagall personally knew Harry Potter and had agreed to let me take her floo to the ministry. For the life of me I couldn't believe I let Luna talk me into this. But then again, what are best friends for?

I have never been to the Ministry of Magic. When I step out of the fireplace, my eyes begin to scan everything. There are so many people going to and from each direction. I spot the check-in desk right beside the elevators that would lead me to my destination.

Behind the desk sat a very pretty blonde woman going over parchments. I approach her, waiting for her to look up from her reading. Finally, I clear my throat. "Excuse me, miss. I was told that I needed to check-in before proceeding further in the ministry?"

"Sorry, sorry… And you are…?" the blonde said, finally looking up from her parchment and grabbing another parchment from the side.

"Hermione. Hermione Granger. I'm here to see the Minister of Magic for Luna Lovegood."

"Wand, please. Standard procedure. We've got to clear all personnel for entering our facilities—especially if you're trying to get in to see Mr. Potter."

I drew my wand out from inside my cloak and hand it to the blonde who I notice is wearing a badge that says 'Clara Clark, Check-In Secretary'. Within a moment a similar badge appears from my wand that reads 'Hermione Granger, Visitor—Minister's Floor'.

"Thank you Miss Granger. You can proceed to the elevators. Please put your badge on so it can be read clearly. The elevator takes you to where you badge says you are going when you're a visitor," Clara says, giving a brilliant smile that threatens to blind me if I look at her any longer.

I nod and walk to the elevator where it seems to read my badge as it opens the doors. Inside are only ministry employees as their badges read. I wonder why until it hits me that not many visitors would be going to the minister's floor. Another glance around reveals that I am the only brunette woman in the elevator. Odd.

As everyone exits the elevator, again I notice the lack of brown-haired females. If that wasn't the only difference between me and the rest of my own gender, they were all dressed beyond success. I am dressed simply, but these women are dressed so sharply that I am sure that no outfit has ever seen a wrinkle from coming out of the wash. I shake my head and approach another desk so I could get directions. Of course, a blonde sat behind the desk with a badge that read 'Hannah Abbott, Minister's Secretary'.

I put my shoulders back, mustering up courage in place of the awkwardness I feel from being so out of place. I wasn't a Gryffindor for nothing! "I'm here to see Mr. Potter. Hermione Granger for Luna Lovegood."

"One moment please, Miss Granger," Hannah says as she checks her schedule. "Ah, here it is. Mr. Potter is expecting Miss Lovegood. Please sign in here. After you've signed in you can take a seat. Mr. Potter is a very busy person and as soon as he can he will see you."

I nod as I sign in and go to sit down. As I look around the lobby I notice how uniformed everything seems to be. Everything had such preciseness to it. While it was beautiful, it did not seem like the lobby of the minister of magic. I expected there to be something almost magical about it. This seemed to be exactly how I'd envision my own lobby if I ran my own business. Another thing that caught my eye was the view out of the window. You could see London for miles and miles out of it. It was breathtaking.

I really should look over some of these questions before I go in to this interview… Make it seem like I know what I'm doing in there… I think to myself as I begin to fumble around in my purse which I had put the parchment and quill. If my day couldn't get any worse, I got a paper cut from one of my books that I also had floating around in my charm-expanded purse. I bite my lip as I pull my finger out and place it in my other hand, cursing in my head. One would think for how much I studied the tips of my fingers would be used to this by now!

Just as I was going to ask where the bathroom was so I could wash off the blood from my finger, another elegant blonde steps towards me. "Miss Granger?" she asks.

"Yes," I say, wiping the drops of blood on the inside of my cloak instead of washing it off like I wanted to.

"Mr. Potter will be just a moment. He had another meeting. May I take your cloak?"

"Oh, thank you," I say and stand up to hand her the cloak.

"Would you like something to drink? We've got pumpkin juice or water available."

"No… No thank you. I'm fine. Thank you."

"When you're done with your interview, my desk is right over there. I put all the cloaks back here. Just come right over and I'll have it ready for you," the blonde says as she smiles and then walks back over towards her desk.

At that moment a door opened and a tall African American man walks out of an office. He turns back and hangs his head back in the door. "Quidditch sometime this week, Potter?"

I can't hear the reply from inside the office. The blonde who had just taken my cloak is suddenly right next to the man, handing him a cloak that must be his. The woman is smiling up at him. "I hope you have a very pleasant rest of the day, Mr. Shacklebolt," she says with a wink then disappears back behind her desk.

"Have a good day yourself, Cierra. You too, Hannah," Mr. Shacklebolt says as he goes out of the lobby towards the elevators.

"Mr. Potter will see you now, Miss Granger," Hannah says from behind her desk. "You don't need to knock, he's expecting you."

I nod and stand up, going towards the door I just saw the man walk out of. AS I push the door open, I suddenly find myself staring at the shoes of the Minister of Magic rather than looking at his face. And here I thought that a bloody paper cut was the worst thing that was going to happen to me while I was here!

The next thing that I see are the bent knees of what I can only guess is Harry Potter. A deep masculine voice asks, "Would you like a hand up, Miss Lovegood? I've heard of people falling head over heels, but I've never seen it literally done before. Are you okay? Would you like to sit?"

As I take his hand I realize how smooth it is. It never crossed my mind just how young the youngest Minister of Magic would be. "Miss Granger," is all I can manage to say as I look into his brilliant emerald eyes. For the first time that I can remember, I seem to forget everything that I am. Even magical photos of this man cannot capture him perfect as seeing him in the flesh in front of you.

"I was under the impression that I would be interviewing with Miss Lovegood. Who are you?" he asks, staring down at me. It would seem like he was trying to take in every inch of my being with just a simple glance at me. I feel frozen in place the intensity in his eyes.

"Hermione. Hermione Granger. I'm Miss Lovegood friend from Hogwarts. She had another engagement come up today but really wanted to write this article. She seemed to think that I'd be okay to conduct the interview with you, if that's okay, I mean… We should have asked, I'm sure… But it was such short notice…" I ramble on, completely embarrassing myself for how fast I am talking.

Mr. Potter smiles, "Please sit, Miss Granger," he says as he motions towards the stark white leather chair in front of his mahogany desk. He goes to sit in his chair. The walls behind him are covered in paints. Most of them are of fields of flowers.

"They're lovely," I say, looking at all the paintings.

"Lilies. They're my favorite flower," he says, glancing backwards at the art. "My little sister Ginny painted them for me. She said my office was too clinical and made her feel like she was walking into a doctor's office every time she came to visit."

I looked around the rest of the too-big office and think the same thing. The paintings are the only thing with color to them. The rest is black and white, much like the lobby area. I think that Ginny was very right when she hung up the paintings. I begin to look around in my purse for the parchment of questions the Quick Quill. Mr. Potter raises an eyebrow as my paper cut finger hits the tip of the quill. I pull out the parchment and set up the quill with the extra parchment that I brought with for the answers. "Oh… I guess I forgot to ask. Is it okay to use a Quick Quill? Miss Lovegood said that it'd be best to record all the answers…"

"When you went through all the trouble to get it out of your charmed purse, I don't see why you asked me my opinion, Miss Granger," Potter says, obviously trying to suppress a smile.

"S-sorry. I'm not use to this. Did Luna, I mean, Miss Lovegood, tell you what the interview was for?"

"Yes. She's writing an article in the Quibbler to appear the week that Hogwarts will be holding graduation. I will be handing out diplomas along with your NEWTs results. She explained that it'd be the perfect time for my first actual interview with a publication."

This is news to me, I think. How can I be Head Girl and have no knowledge of this? McGonagall and Neville must have discussed this and decided without me knowing… Since I've been so preoccupied with studying for NEWTs, if they had told me it slipped my mind.

"I have some questions, Mr. Potter," I say as I put a stray piece of hair behind my ear, trying to not be as nervous as he makes me.

He actually smiles at this one. "I wouldn't have guessed, Miss Granger," he says.

He's amused by you. Great. Perfectly and utterly great. "Well… You're very young to have been elected as Minister of Magic. The youngest one the magical world has ever seen. To what do you owe your success to?" I glance up from the parchment to see his smile faded and a look of disappointment cross his face. Shouldn't he have been expecting this question?

"I'm very good at judging people, Miss Granger. The people of magical Britain needed someone who knew about what has gone on in their world to help them through the darkness that Voldemort created before I defeated him when I was seventeen. If not me to take this position, I would have hated to let someone who was stuck thinking the same ideals that had allowed Voldemort to take such command. I can see what inspires people, Miss Granger. What the people needed was hope and a leader, something that throughout the second war of Voldemort I showed I had. I was able to put together teams to help bring the downfall, something that I use every day to help run the Ministry. Before my time people were simply put in to different departments because that's where they wanted to go. We now have an entrance exam into the Ministry that is based on where you want to be employed and where you would best be at. It comes down to the people, Miss Granger, in which you associate yourself with. Without knowledge and power, the people would be nowhere and we'd be living in a world where you wouldn't even be able to come into my office because of your blood status."

"Maybe you're just lucky. I've read about how you found the Horcruxes. If others hadn't figured out where they were…"

His eyes flash in surprise that I had the nerve to say that. I can't believe that I had the nerve to say that. I don't actually believe that—Harry Potter was every bit as powerful as he claims he is. I just felt the need to bring him down a peg or two. No one needs to sit on that high of horse, even if you defeated Voldemort and you are the youngest Minister of Magic.

"I'm not one to believe in luck, Miss Granger. It's all about doing what is right over what is easy. That's something that Albus Dumbledore, you previous Headmaster, told me before he died. It's something that I live my life by. It's about putting the right people in the right places to make the best outcomes. If one thing goes out of place, the entire scheme of things gets thrown off."

"You sound like a control freak." Damn it, Granger! Hold your tongue! Were you not just speechless around this man?!

"I exercise control in all things, Miss Granger," he says with a stern look on his face. I look up at him from the parchment and my heart quickens. How can a man this arrogant be so, so…

"Do you feel that you have immense power?" I ask, going on to the next question on Luna's list. How much did she truly know about this man before she wrote these questions?

"I have responsibilities that I must live up to, Miss Granger. If that makes it appear that I have great power, then so be it. I guess I must have had some of that along with luck when I defeated Voldemort or became Minister of Magic, right? Like I said, I put people where they need to be placed to succeed." He says this all very cheekily.

"Don't you listen to the people if they don't want to go there, though?"

"I always take it into consideration, yes. Most of the time people end up seeing things my way. Must have something to do with me being the Minister and all."

I roll my eyes. I decide that I want him to get off this arrogant kick now. What happened to the man that was just talking about his little sister and how she painted the flowers for him? He seemed to humble then. "Do you have any interests outside of work?"

"I have many interests, Miss Granger," he says and the smile appears again. "Many interests."

Wicked thoughts cross my mind about what he could mean by this and I'm struggling to figure out why my mind went to such an alley of thoughts. I'm never one to jump into anything sexual—in school I'm known for being a basic prude. It's a harsh word, but it is what it is. What is it about this man that does such things to me?

"But if you work so hard to put everyone in their place, what do you do to relax?"

"Relax, Miss Granger? I surprised you know this word," he says and smiles. Merlin, a man should never be this good looking. What is wrong with me?

"Yes, Mr. Potter. Relaxation. When you simply take time to enjoy the world around you and rest your mind."

"I like to fly. I like to cook. I like various physical activities, Miss Granger," he says.

I go to the next question quickly. It's like he's reading my mind and I don't even like the road my mind was wondered down.

"You invest a lot of money quidditch, Mr. Potter. Why?"

"Like I just said, Miss Granger, I like to fly. I believe that maybe in a different life I could have been a Quidditch player. Flying, to me, is the most 'relaxing' thing to do Miss Granger. Why shouldn't other enjoy Quidditch the way that I enjoy flying? I fund Britian's Quidditch team, I ensure that Hogwarts students have the finest equipment possible… Each generation should love to fly."

"That's almost touching, Mr. Potter. For someone who seems to use a lot of logic in his line of work, your heart seems to truly be in to flying."

"Some people say I don't have a heart, Miss Granger."

"Really?"

"They know me well," he says with another heart-quickening smile.

"Would your friends say that you're an easy person to know?" Why did I just ask that? Luna didn't have that down on the list.

"No, they wouldn't. I like my privacy, Miss Granger."

"Why did you agree to do the interview then, Mr. Potter? You've never agreed to do one before, why for Luna?"

"I know Headmistress McGonagall and most of the professors there personally. Most of them were great forces in the war, Miss Granger. When you add in Miss Lovegood constantly owling me and even going so far as to talk to my sister Ginny, well, you end up with an interview."

"I didn't know that Luna knew your family."

"…she doesn't."

"Oh," is all I can say. I know how Luna can be and understand. She makes you do things that you'd never dream of doing.

"You are also invested in farming technology, Mr. Potter, something very rare for a wizard. Most don't care where their food comes from. You've even gone so far as to donate millions of galleons to muggles to provide food to those who can't afford it. Why?"

"We can eat galleons, Miss Granger. It doesn't matter how much money one makes, everyone needs to eat," he said again with the stern look on his face.

"Is this something that you feel very passionate about, Mr Potter? Feeding the world's poor?"

He shrugs. "Like I said, everyone needs to eat."

"Do you have a philosophy? If so, what is it?"

"Nothing much besides doing what is right over what is easy, Miss Granger. It's the right thing to do to make sure that everyone has to eat. It's nothing to do with making myself more wealthy by making sure that everyone can have a plate to eat for each meal during the day. I like to control the thing around me."

"So you want to possess things, then?"

"I want to deserve to possess the things that I possess, Miss Granger. But in the end, yes. Yes I do."

I can feel the heat in the room expand to cover every inch of space in here. I begin to fan myself, trying to not let my mind wonder to what he could mean by that question. Surely Luna has enough now to do this article… Yet still, she has more.

"You were adopted by the Weasleys at a young age. Not much is known about you before then, though. Do you think that has shaped the way that you are?" This question is much more personal than the other questions. What was Luna thinking?

"I don't know, Miss Granger. I know that I'm lucky that they took me in when they did."

"How old were you?"

"I'm sure that you could read any book supposedly about me Miss Granger to see that they adopted me." Evidentially, I didn't need to know unless I looked it up. I knew when I left here I was going to go to the Hogwarts library and figure it out. I'm surprised that I didn't know the answer… Then again, I only knew about his part in the war.

"You've had to sacrifice family life for your work."

"That's not a question, Miss Granger,"

"Sorry," I mumble as I look down to the next question and want to bash my head against the desk. Luna clearly wasn't thinking when she wrote these!

"Are… Are you gay, Mr. Potter?"

I really should have read these questions through before I came here. I should have told Luna there were some things she did not need to know about people or should she care about. What good would this do for her article?

"No, Hermione, I am not," he said. You can hear anger in his voice as he answers this.

"I'm so sorry. It's written here…" I say. It's the first time he's said my name, not Miss Granger. It's enough to make my already fluttering heart threaten to stop. I tuck another fly away hair behind me ear.

He looks at me, questioning my words. "These aren't your own words?"

"No… No, they're not. Miss Lovegood wrote the questions. I'm just reading directly from what she wrote."

"Are you also involved in the Quibbler?"

"No… I'm just doing this for my best friend."

He again gives me a very questioning look. "Did you even want to do this interview?"

"Are you now controlling the interview, Mr. Potter?" I ask. Damn my tongue.

"Maybe I am, Miss Granger. Isn't is common courtesy to answer the question in the interview process?"

"No, Mr. Potter, I did not want to. I was simply doing this as a favor. I wanted to be studying for my NEWTs since they are approaching next week."

He nods. "That explains a lot of things then, Miss Granger."

A knock comes at the door and Hannah's blonde head peeks around the door. "I'm sorry for interrupting, Mr Potter, but your next meeting with Amelia Bones has been waiting for about twenty minutes…"

"Please cancel with her, Miss Abbott. Tell her that I am sorry and I will owl her with another time that we can meet to go over the DMLE review," Mr. Potter says with the coolness in his voice that he seems to have when he's tense.

"Very well, Mr. Potter," she says and blushes as she exits the room. Good. I'm not the only one who seems to be affected by him.

"Where we were, Miss Granger?" He says, looking back to me and making me shiver by his gaze.

"Please, don't let me keep you from your meeting. You are the Minister of Magic… Others need you. I'm just a school girl conducting an interview. I'm sure that Luna has enough information to write her article by now, Mr. Potter."

"I want to know more about you though, Miss Granger. I think it's only fair after some of the questions Miss Lovegood had you ask," he said with that smile. Crap. Where is he going with this? He moves his fingers to underneath his mouth. Double crap. This is too distracting.

"There's… There's not much to know about me."

"What are your plans after you graduate?"

I shrug. Move to Diagon Alley with Luna, find a job… "I haven't really though beyond my NEWTs. A job really does depend on my scores."

"But you've had to take classes to try and get in to a profession, correct? Which profession did you have in mind when you signed up for your classes?"

"I… I was thinking about being a Healer, but now I'm not so sure… I just need to get through my final exams."

"We run an excellent program here, Miss Granger. I'm sure that you'd do great in some of our departments here. I'm always looking for more help up here," he says. Is he offering me a job?

"I'll keep that in mind. I'm not sure that I'd fit in around here, though."

"Why do you say that, Miss Granger?"

"It's obvious, isn't it?" I'm not blonde, I'm uncoordinated, I'm simple…

"Not to me." His gaze is making he fidget. I'm feeling things I've never felt before. What is this man doing to me? I lean forward towards the desk to grab the parchment and quill from scribbling the answer during the interview.

"Would you like me to show you around?"

"I'm sure you're far too busy, Mr. Potter. Maybe you should owl Ms. Bones about your appointment that you missed because of me." I grab my purse from the floor where I had place it and put the parchments and quill quickly inside, ready to leave the room.

"Be careful, Miss Granger. Did you get everything that you needed?" Why did he care if I was careful?

"Yes, sir, I did. Thank you for the interview, Mr. Potter."

His eyes narrow at something that I had said or did. I'm not completely sure. "The pleasure's been all mine, Miss Granger," he whispers in my ear as he shakes my hand.

I shake his hand, my nerves getting the better for me as it's obvious in the way my hand is shaking. He leads me out the door. "Just making sure that you make it over the doorway, Miss Granger," he says with a smile.

"That's very nice of you, Mr. Potter," I snap at him, not happy with his mentioning my clumsiness. If possible, he smiles even more.

"Did you have a cloak?" he asks, looking towards Cierra's desk. Cierra appears next to me, going to hand it to me. Before she could, though, Potter takes it from her as he leads me to the elevator.

He holds it up as to let me slip my arms through it. Feeling even more self-conscious than I already am, I shrug into the coat and nod my head in a simple thank you to him. It really should be against the law for someone to be like him, to look like him. His hands rest for a moment on my shoulders, grasping them. I can feel his need to control things coursing through my body. If it notices my shivers, he's not reacting to them. I need to leave, now. I turn to thank him again to see him now against the wall, staring at me.

"Hermione," he says, back to his intense gaze his a stern smile.

"Harry," I say as the elevator door closes.