A/n this is my first fanfic so i might not be as experianced as other people, i hope you like this and dont find it too short or anything, review it so i can get your rating and then improve on it. Thanks
It was a few years after the death of Voldemort and her darling husband Viktor. She used to work as an aurer, but now Voldemort was gone, the ministry didn't need her. Now she had her worst nightmare for a job-she was a model. In truth, it wasn't that bad, but Hermoine hated being exposed to the public wizard eye. She didn't do nude pictures, but she did show a little bit of skin. Her pictures were sexy, but she hardly showed any flesh; she was sexy in the way only she could pull off.
The clothes she modelled were made by only the best designers. They all knew she had her own style and couldn't model anything else. Her outfits were usually hipster jeans with a belt a classy top and some gorgeous boots. Sexy but not revealing-that was and is Hermoine Granger. When she modelled posh dresses, it was her style again, sexy but not revealing, she usually showed her back, it a deep neck but not too showy, and long but with a slit. That was what drove everyone crazy, her sexiness; no one else could achieve the same look without being revealing. So when it came to a fashion show, Hermoine wasn't worried. She would be modelling ballroom dresses, and Hermoine's dress was ravishing. It was dusty pink in colour, sleek with long arms, and had a ruffled hem. It was one of the best dresses Hermoine had ever seen.
It was the day of the show and Hermoine was, as usual, helping everyone else. She was dressed with hair and makeup done, a light caramel colour lip-gloss, and black mascara, simple yet stunning. Her hair was curled and went halfway down her back; she had fake pink roses braided into the front parts, which war tied onto the top of her head. She was easily the prettiest one there. She was walking down the catwalk when someone in the audience caught her eye, the man looked familiar, but she couldn't remember how. He had platinum blonde hair and light blue-almost grey-eyes; he looked drop dead gorgeous. As she walked down, she couldn't help but think about him-who was he and were did she remember him from- hopefully he would stay so she could find out. Once she did her walk, she decided to change into something more comfortable, she was never really one for fashion, so she changed into a pair of jeans, and a vest top and a larger baggy v-neck top over that, once again simple yet stunning. After the show she went into the audience, determined to find the mysterious stranger. He had gone-much to Hermoine's displeasure.
Over the next few weeks, this mysterious person kept coming and going before Hermoine could talk to him. One night, she used all her logic to devise a plan to keep him there. She decided to get the security guards to go on about how strict they had to be for security and photograph and take name of every person. She was sure he would be there.
