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The Ninja, The Samurai and The Geisha

by Firebreathing Ninja From Space!

Chapter 1: The Geisha and the Samurai

"He's late," Hermione breathed worriedly as she looked anxiously out of the door to the Geisha house.

"Don't worry dear, I'm sure he'll be here soon," Molly, the owner, said reassuringly, placing a motherly hand on her shoulder. "What man could stay away from you for long?" She tucked back a strand of Hermione's sleek, waist-length chocolate hair.

"What if he's hurt?" asked Hermione miserably. "They said there were sounds of fighting at the castle last night." A single crystal tear slipped down her ivory cheek at the thought.

"Harry Potter? Hurt?" Molly scoffed laughingly. "He's Shogun Dumbledore's personal champion, the best in the land with the sword and with magic. No harm will have come to him, you can be sure of that. Now you go and get yourself ready, dear – it wouldn't do to show Harry-sama that you'd been crying."

"Hai." Hermione walked daintily to her room, careful not to step on the hem of her elaborate pale-blue kimono. She knelt down gracefully before her mirror and gently dabbed the tearstains from her face with a damp cloth, before touching up her makeup. She was always careful to look perfect before a customer arrived, but only Harry made her really want to do it – him and one other, who she refused to think of tonight. He made her feel like an innocent maiden in love every time she saw him, not a whore.

"Crying again? You're such a baby," scoffed Cho Chang scornfully from the doorway. "Harry-sama deserves better."

"Please go away," Hermione answered softly, hoping the Chinese girl would go away. Cho was very popular with the customers, and used tricks and lies to get them to give her more money. She was also always bragging about how Harry had once spent the evening with her. Hermione knew, though, that Harry had never returned to Cho because she was bossy and mean, and he even suspected she had caused her previous favourite customer, the samurai Cedric, to be sent away to battle where he was killed.

Cho snorted loudly at Hermione's reply. "'Please go away.'" she mimicked in a whiny voice. "You're so weak and pathetic."

"Cho!" called Molly's voice angrily. "Stop bothering Hermione and go to your room to get ready. You have another customer this evening, remember."

Cho glared daggers at Hermione, and flounced out. Hermione sighed with relief. She surveyed herself in the mirror again to make absolutely sure she looked perfect for Harry. Her hair shimmered like molten brown gold in the moonlight, her deep mahogany eyes gleamed soulfully, and her pale skin and delicate features gave her a mysterious air like a ghost or a yuki-onna. Her clothing covered but hinted tantalizingly at the elegance of her slender body with its well-placed curves. Everyone always told her she was beautiful, but she only really believed it when she heard it from Harry. She choked back another sob.

"Harry-sama! You're here!" a voice shrilled gratingly in the hall outside.

"Good evening, Ginny. Is Hermione here?" asked a richer, deeper voice.

Hermione leapt to her feet, but forced herself not to run out. Smoothing her hair down nervously, she glided gracefully into the hall. There he was! Tall, strong, handsome, resplendent in his scarlet robes, with the Phoenix Blades slung on his back, his coal-black hair sticking up messily like always. His emerald orbs looked up and met her own eyes as she stepped into the hallway, and a thrill passed through her entire body. He smiled, and her heart turned over.

Ginny looked up from where she clung to his arm, and pouted. As Molly's daughter, she was rather spoiled, getting fewer and easier clients than the other girls did. She was ambitious, though, and she had flirted with Harry ever since he started visiting. Hermione would have been jealous, but she knew that Harry had eyes only for her. That just made the pain of knowing she could not be so faithful to him all the worse.

Harry broke away from Ginny, who backed away with a sulky expression on her face. Heart racing, Hermione gave him a perfect bow as he approached. "Harry-sama."

"It's all right, Hermione," Harry admonished gently, lifting her chin with one finger. "You don't have to call me that, I told you. Just Harry is fine."

"You are too kind, H-Harry," Hermione replied blushingly, lowering her eyes demurely.

When they were alone together in her room, and she had poured tea as she always did, Hermione dared to ask about what had been tormenting her all day. "Is it true that there was fighting at the castle last night?"

"Yes," Harry replied sadly. "Voldemort's Death Ninjas tried to infiltrate the keep, no doubt helped by that snake Draco." His hand tightened angrily on his cup. "We fought them off, but Dumbledore-sensei was injured and several men died."

"I'm sorry," Hermione wrung her hands helplessly.

"It's all right," Harry smiled kindly again and touched her cheek gently. "Seeing you lets me keep going through it all."

"Harry-sama..."

Harry set down his cup and leaned in to kiss her lips. Hermione sighed happily as his strong, powerful body enfolded her. She threw her arms around him, clutching at his robes and bunching her small hands into fists. His mouth moved lower, and she let out a delighted gasp as he began to unfasten her kimono.

Later, Hermione lay contentedly in Harry's arms, listening to his breathing and his dreaming murmurs. She wished this time they had together could last forever, but knew it could not – soon the war outside the walls of her room would intrude and Harry would have to go forth to battle again. But for now...she snuggled closer to her green-eyed hero, pressing every inch of skin she could against his muscular body and burying her face in his shoulder.

"I must go," Harry said softly after a too-short, blissful interval.

"No, stay the night," Hermione begged. "Molly won't mind."

"I'm sorry," Harry regretfully sat up and looked around for his robes. "I must be on guard at the castle in case there is another attack. I almost didn't come tonight, but I couldn't stay away." He kissed her one last time before climbing out of bed. Hermione could not bear to watch him go, and lay back down and turned her face to the wall, closing her eyes. Tears pricked at her eyelids.

"Hermione," Harry said seriously. She turned and looked at him as he slung his swords on his back. "When this war is over...we'll go away together, get married and live together properly. If you wish it, that is."

"Really?" the geisha asked dumbfoundedly, not daring to believe it.

"I promise." Harry turned away and strode reluctantly out of the door, leaving Hermione confused and dazed. Could it really be? Would someone like him marry her? Could she ever deserve him? Not only was she a lowborn whore sullied by the many men who had partaken of her services, but her heart was divided as his was not. Worse still, the man who claimed the other part of her affections was his deadly enemy...the Serpent Ninja, Draco Malfoy.

TO BE CONTINUED...

A/N: OMG what a plot twist huh?! Next chapter Draco the ninja pays Hermione a visit – which guy will she be with in the end? Maybe YOU will get a chance to decide! Review please!