I've been thinking about this for a while and finally decided to just give in and write it! As I'm sure you've assumed, I don't know Harry Potter or anything associated with it and, as a heads up, this is rated M for a reason – things might get steamy. Enjoy (:
Chapter One
"Perfect. Just perfect." Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes as she literally dragged herself up and away from her favorite comfy chair. No sooner had she seated herself, fully intent on reading her newest purchase from Flourish & Blotts, then had an owl began pecking incessantly at her window. Originally, Hermione had been elated at the sight, perceiving the owl to be carrying a letter from Harry or Ron, who were both currently working a top secret assignment as aurors in Romania. Unfortunately, however, the letter was merely a request for her presence at the Ministry of Magic, where she worked as one of the most respected attorneys of the wizarding world – if not the most respected.
Although she loved her job and good she did for others, the constant amount of work was enough to drive even the Brightest Witch of the Age totally bonkers! Especially when she was working extremely high profile cases – as she was currently. Today had been her first day off in 17 days. 17 days! Or, at least, it was supposed to be her first day off. Apparently it was no longer. Hermione sighed again as she begrudgingly threw open the door to her wardrobe and randomly picked out appropriate articles of clothing to wear, muttering incoherently all the while.
Her wardrobe was very plain and exceedingly simple – but that was just her style. She was classic. And she liked being that way. Just as she was about to floo to her office, she stopped to appraise herself in the full length mirror in the hall. She had dressed in a high waisted black pencil skirt and a fitted white button down blouse. Her hair was down, falling in waves around her, but she just didn't feel like putting it up today.
"Whatever," she mumbled, shrugging her shoulders as she made her way to the fireplace. I can't believe they're calling me into work today! she thought as her office slowly appeared around her once she stepped through the green flames.
"Max!" she barked out as soon as she felt ground stabilize beneath her feet. "Max, could you get the files on Henderson? We might as well use this time to..." Hermione stopped midsentence as she realized she was presently talking to no one. Her gaze quickly swiped the room in its entirety, but her assistant was nowhere to be found. "Max?"
This is strange… Hermione had yet to work a day without Max in all of the three years since he had been hired by the firm. He was her right hand man, her go to guy. They were a tag team duo. It wouldn't be possible for either of them to be called into work without the other. And there was something else out of place. She didn't know what exactly at first, but as her eyes scanned her office once more, something niggled at her consciousness from the back of her mind. Something else wasn't right. Then she caught it. There was what appeared to be a tattered old book lying on the left corner of her desk. I don't remember leaving that there?
Cautiously she approached her desk. This book didn't at all seem familiar to her. Was it possible that Max left it there? Just in case, Hermione retrieve her wand from the band of her skirt. She didn't know why exactly, but the hairs on the back of her neck were standing on edge. She could practically feel the nervous energy pulsing through her body. Slowly, she reached out and picked up the book to peruse it. However, all previous thoughts were instantly thrown to the wayside when she immediately felt the recognizable sensation that her body was being pulled through a tube by her navel.
The book was a portkey.
Short I know! Just a little prequel – sorry I tried to briefly include a little background in there.
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