Author's notes: this Harry Potter Fanfiction is based on a novel by Cathie Linz entitled, "Good girls do." I do not own anything, I'm just a poor shipper, who will go down with my ship, HHr that is.
A good girl gone bad
Sometimes what you've always wanted isn't what you really need.
Summary:
Hermione Granger couldn't be more content with her job at the local library, nestled in a placid, picturesque Hogsmeade Town. Until her wacky shopaholic mother and a sarcastic emo rocker sister, decide to crash her quiet party of one… and a new guy roars into town on his Harley, shaking up more than just the books on her shelves.
Harry Potter never thought he'd set foot back in the dull town where he'd spent his youth. But when his abusive father dies, he's forced to return and take care of the family bar, called, 'the three broomsticks'. While trying to get the people of Hogsmeade Town to lighten up a little, he makes an unlikely alliance with a feisty librarian, whose pages he'd really like to turn, tempting this good girl to be very bad.
Chapter 1:
Four years of college and two more of graduate school had gotten Hermione Granger where she was today –wearing a too-tight Bo Peep costume and staring down the Mayor's belligerent adolescent son.
"Unhand the goldfish, Ronald, and no one gets hurt."
Ronald Weasley, the twelve year old Mayor's son, stood at the edge of the artificially made pond, poised with the fish near his mouth.
"It's a koi, not a goldfish." Ronald said, irritated. Hermione took a deep patient breath, she always deal with this red-headed kid, she must be a pro when it comes to taming him by now.
"Unhand the Koi." She said, staring down at him with her Angelina Jolie kick-butt tone.
"Put it back in the water now!"
Reluctantly, Ronald drops the fish on the water, muttering curses under his breath.
She's kind of thankful, because she saved another prized koi of the Library Director from the notorious hands of Ronald Weasley. The pond is also the only centerpiece of the public library, so she also wanted to protect it.
Hermione adored this town. She's originally from the noisy-busy Brooklyn, New York, and it's a great blessing to be living in this quiet and peaceful town of Hogsmeade, Pennsylvania now. She also loves her job as a reference librarian. Then and now she admired the way the town is surrounded by hills and greeneries, like they're cradling it. The landscape provided the perfect backdrop of the Victorian architecture City Hall, just across the Library, and the ever so clean and green Town Square. All of the houses have white picket fences enclosing a well manicured lawns and well-maintained homes along streets with names like, Goblin Way and Pixie Street.
Yes, Hermione loved Hogsmeade Town.
As for her Bo peep costume, complete with the stupid bonnet but with an addition of net stockings, wayward ruffles and a hoop skirt… Well, she's not really fond of it. And she pretty much has no choice, because this is the only costume left for her that is her size. In this town, they take every holidays and festivities very seriously, but Halloween is the only holiday Hermione despises, -well also Valentine's day. She reluctantly wore this outfit because of the town's yearly Fall Fun Day festivities which is tonight, they celebrates it a day before the Halloween.
Her peace and quiet suddenly interrupted by a drawling voice of a man.
"I thought a Bo Peep's job was to watch the sheep, not the fish."
Hermione didn't recognize the man and the big bad Harley parked nearby. The newcomer, dressed in black jeans and a T-shirt, he was leaning in one of the oldest oak trees in town. She figured he must be just passing through town, because he's too dangerous-looking to be a native.
Not that she feared about her safety. The man didn't exude that kind of danger. No, this is elemental, male to female. She couldn't really see him because of the shadows casts by the tree's massive trunk, but she could tell he was tall and well built. Hermione squinted, trying to get a better look at him, from the past approaching twilight. He had broad shoulders, lean waist, and nice Pecs.
Feeling guilty for staring, Hermione fiddled with her bonnet, and only then that she notices Ronald wasn't there anymore, leaving her with the newcomer –dangerously hot newcomer. Taking her bonnet off, she said; "The library is closed." Not that she thinks he cared for the library; it's just something to say.
"That what you do in this town to have fun? Dress up and eat live fish? You must be pretty hard for entertainment around here.
She immediately defended her adopted hometown. "Hogsmeade town has some wonderful entertainment venues, including the Hogwarts Castle-,"
"Venues, huh?" he drawled.
So hottie-biker man was mocking her, was he? Probably he thinks she's some easy game. If she only has her shepherdess staff with her right now, she'll yank him on the pond.
Okay, maybe dunking him is an intense reaction to his comment. Maybe she thought this because of the way he's treating her, he hadn't even bothered to step out of the shadow to politely introduce his self; not that she thinks he's up for let's-be-friends basic steps.
"This is a wonderful Town." Hermione said like the way she states her name, with proud and confidence.
"Right." He drawled, and then took a step closer.
Hermione immediately waved a cautionary hand, "Wait, you can't leave your bike there. It's a no parking zone."
"I'm not parking, just stopping for a while." He answered. Hermione can now see him from the light the lamp posts are providing; his face has a depth of dark masculinity in it; well, maybe because of his unshaven beard, Hermione is not really a fan of guys with beards, but his are okay, sexy, just the right amount of stubble. She wonders how would that feels on her neck as he kisses her. Hermione wanted to slap herself for thinking that bad thoughts.
"I doubt the police will see it that way."
"So you're trying to protect me from being abused by the local cops, huh?"
"Our police officers are all-,"
"Wonderful…" He said cutting her off, with his mocking smile. "I bet the fish and the library and even the grass are wonderful too."
Normally she would introduce herself, but the way this guy is acting, she wouldn't. He didn't even show his self, like she wasn't worth straightening up for.
"If you don't care for it here, you're welcome to keep going; you go straight to that road till you see the famous Hogwarts Castle, there's an interstate behind that, it will take you to the next city." There, she said it like the professional 'information teller' that she is, very Marian the Librarian.
"Trying to run me out of town already?" He said, with his mocking tone, that irritates Hermione to no end.
"Not really, you just don't seem to be happy with your surroundings."
"Happy with my surroundings?" He's doing it again, mocking her choice of words, but now there's a hint of bitterness in his words.
"You could say that, I'm not real happy with my surroundings at the moment."
"Are you lost?" Hermione asks.
He laughed, but it wasn't the happy sound. "Yeah, you could say that, too."
"Maybe I can help you."
"Why would you want to?" He's grinning again.
"Because I'm a librarian, it's what I do; I help people find what they're looking for." She answered. "That's why you picked that Bo Peep costume? Because you are good at finding things that are lost?"
"I didn't pick it. This was the last one left that fits me." She suddenly became conscious.
"It fits you… well."
Something the way he said it makes her look down to her outfit; making sure there wasn't a 'wardrobe malfunction.' Good, both breasts are still covered, barely. "Something wrong?" He asks.
His voice is sexy, that even just reading a phone book, it will make someone pool juices on their knickers, someone like her. Damn.
"Wrong? No there's none." She answered, clearing her mind from all those naughty bad thoughts. Hello? She just met him like what? 3 minutes?
His impact on her is definitely the highest and the strongest.
She realized that she needs to go now; she might be late for the festival that will be held in the town square.
"I need to go now." She said.
"Want a lift?" he gestured towards his Harley.
The snapshot of her hoop skirt flying over her head as they drives had her saying, "No, thank you."
"Alright."
Hermione suddenly feel a touch of regret at his departure. She didn't even know the guys name, but she couldn't look away as he moves to his bike. He had a way of moving –part sexy swagger, pure male– that was downright seductive.
But you know what, if her mom was here, if her mom is the one who had been asked for a ride, Mrs. Elizabeth 'Betty' Granger, would hop in a heartbeat. Is that creepy or what? Her mom suddenly pops into her mind. Sighing she just continued to the Town Square, hoping to see hottie-biker man again.
God, she needs something, a caffeine maybe? She needs to fix her mind right now.
To be continued…