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Hermione Granger pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders. Her waist length chocolate brown curls, now tamed, flew lightly behind her head. Large icy flakes of snow fell in front of her amber eyes, swirling to coat the roads of Hogsmeade in a fluffy sheet of white. Foot prints of other students marked the snow but were soon filled and covered.
It was Christmas break at Hogwarts.
Hurriedly pushing open the door to their normal meeting place, Hermione spotted her best friends, Harry and Ron, waiting at a table, a drink ready for her. She walked over, her heeled boots clicking on the floor, attracting some attention from the patrons.
Shedding her coat, Hermione sat down next to Ron. She straightened her black and white sweater, ignoring Ron's lingering gaze on her recently grown-in chest. More often then not lately she had to stop herself from commenting on her boys' lack of subtlety. She had caught Harry just yesterday checking out her arse as she stood up in Charms.
"How have you two been? It seems like we haven't talked a lot since summer break." Hermione smiled at her friends.
Ron nodded. "I was busy with helping Charlie over summer and Harry got to go visit Hagrid in Estonia. I'm sorry we didn't write more."
"No worries. I should have written more as well!"
Harry gave her an indulgent grin. "So we never really discussed your summer at all. I told you all about Hagrid's new place and I know Ron's told everyone about the dragons. You seemed to skirt around the issue of your summer."
"No issues with my summer. I just didn't do anything. It was really rather boring. I mean, if it wasn't for my cousin, I'd be bored to bits right now."
Ron looked at her chest and obviously checked out her body. "Something obviously happened."
The three friends laughed and continued talking like it was old times. They regaled each other with stories of their past experiences together, all the good times they had and what types of trouble they would get into this year."
They had been talking for awhile when Harry coughed. "Hermione, there's a guy at the bar looking at you."
"That's nothing new." She picked up her butterbeer.
"No. He looks… I don't know… suspicious."
Hermione looked over. Indeed, someone was looking at her. He was at least 6 ft 3, a good 7 or 8 inches taller then she. He was white, with a shaved head and a tattoo on his neck that went all the way around. He was dressed in a suit, a cigar in one hand and what looked like a vodka tonic in the other.
Hermione stood up at once. She put her jacket on, nodded to her two best friends and turned around. "I'll see you guys in the common room later. I'll explain then."
She walked purposefully through the large establishment. She felt his eyes on her. Turning her head around, Hermione saw him throw back his drink and stand up, tossing a few coins on the counter. She picked up her pace.
Stepping out into the freezing cold air, Hermione felt her lungs come alive. Every inch of her skin, all of it covered, was freezing and she had only been outside for a few moments. She walked faster.
Halfway down the nearly empty street, she turned her head. He just walked out. Not waiting until he saw her, she ducked into the nearest building. Of all her luck, it was a pub. Not just any pub, though. A dingy little bar almost full of Slytherins.
Hermione stood shocked for a moment. Should she brave the Slytherins or go back and face him?
Slytherins.
She rushed forward, looking for some place to go where he couldn't see her where she could still see him. Hermione spotted a small table with three chairs open, next to the window but hidden by a large cutout of someone who looked rather evil to say the least.
Just as she was about to sit down, two boys plunked down in the seats. Both tall, over 6 feet, one with dark hair and navy blue eyes and other with white blond hair, snow white skin and blue eyes, and she knew both of them quite well from their verbal sparring matches. "Draco. Blaise."
They looked up, surprised. Draco masked his face quickly. "Granger."
Glancing out the window, she was him approaching the bar. Hermione sat down quickly and made sure he wouldn't see her.
Blaise looked thrown off. "What are you doing? Get up!"
Hermione shook her head and looked out the window. She didn't see him anywhere. "Gladly." She pushed herself up but felt a cold hand on her shoulder.
"Hermione. It's a please to see you again."
Hermione sat down. "Oller."
Martin Oller. She hated his face. She hated tattoos. She hated his friends, his family and his girlfriend on the side. She hated everything he stood for, everything he said. She hated him.
"Why don't you introduce me to your friends?" He gave her a dark smile.
"Blaise. Draco. That's all you need to know."
"Hello, boys. I'm Mr. Oller." He held out his hand for them to shake. Draco and Blaise looked at him uncertainly, unsure of what to do. Martin pulled his coat aside slightly, revealing something belted to his slacks.
Hermione pushed his coat back over. "Stop. They don't know what guns are. They don't know anything."
"But Hermione, they're you're friends. How can I be sure you haven't told them?"
"We aren't friends. I didn't tell anyone anything."
"You almost did last time. What if I hadn't come and stopped you?"
"I wasn't going to say anything. I said I wouldn't. I swear I won't. Please leave!"
"Stop your begging." Martin leaned over the table to whisper to the two purebloods. "What I have hear is called a gun. It's a muggle weapon. It uses explosives to launch a highspeed metal bullet at someone. Usually, that someone dies." He leaned back and patted where it was. "Now, let's go outside and talk, shall we?"
"Oller, they aren't involved!" Hermione grabbed his arm.
Martin gave her a furious look and threw his arm at her, throwing her off and into wall, inches from the glass window. "I'll decided who's involved and who's not. Now…" He stepped aside and motioned to the door. "Come with me."
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