Title: The Girl Most Likely To…
Summary: He bent down so that his nose nearly touched her own. From behind straight, white clenched teeth he asked. "What the hell have you done with my son?" DMHG
Chapter 1
Hermione looked up at the four construction workers posing on top of the roof but because of the direction of the afternoon sun she couldn't tell which one was him.
She squinted, raising a hand to block the glare. Him? No he was too short and stocky. Even at seventeen she remembered him being over six feet tall. His hair straight and bright, and his shoulders broad.
Then recognition hit her with a thud, her breath went shallow and she broke out in goose bumps from head to toe.
"Is he up there?" Sara's whisper was squeaky with excitement and gripped Hermione's arm tightly. "One of them is staring at you! Is it him? Holy-shit this is going to be pure Grade-A drama!"
The man in question looked down at them, frowning and trying to place her face, a hammer hanging useless in his hand.
Hermione just nodded. "That's him all right!" The bastard; all grown-up, filled out and still walking around advertising the fact that he was God's great gift and it really pisses me off.
"You said he was cute but seriously, you should have gone into a little more detail."
Hermione's heart pounded as she stared at him. This wasn't going to be as easy as she'd imagined.
The instant he dropped the hammer and started down the ladder her whole world shifted. Suddenly her righteous return felt all wrong.
His work boots left the last rung of the ladder and hit the mud with a splat. He turned, taking graceful, confident strides in her direction. His face came into focus. She could see those impossibly stormy eyes blaze with an intensity that made her stomach flip.
She'd practiced this a million times. She could do it. Sweet revenge was within arm's reach. She took a deep breath, steadied herself and prepared to drop the bomb on the man whose selfishness had forever determined the course of her life.
He walked up to her and moved so close that she could smell him; a potent mixture of memories, sweat and rage.
"Where the hell have you been?"
"Uh Australia," she let go with a nervous laugh.
He leaned in closer. She could see every day of twenty-eight years of life on that chiselled face. She watched his nose flare. He bent down so that his nose nearly touched her own.
From behind straight, white clenched teeth he asked. "What the hell have you done with my son?"
A/N: Hellooo! =D Not all the chapters will be this short! The story is based in a book, if you wanna now more just ask! Please review and I hope you like it! =D
Mevv x