Chapter one

The story of my life

Hermione

Oh there was the alarm clock again… ringing and ringing endlessly… Now that you think about it… how long could a person put up with it? A few hours? A day? A month? Well after a month you'd probably crack. She decided to get up and not try finding out how long it would take to finally lose it so getting out of bed and putting her bathrobe on seemed like a reasonable thing to do. After doing so she grabbed a case file from her desk and with that, headed for the kitchen.

As she stepped into the kitchen, that was as neat as a kitchen could be (well duh! It's Hermione we are talking about here), her cat came to welcome her. After Hermione had patted its head for a few times her cat walked away from her and hopped onto the table, looking at her with an accusing face.

"Oh come on! I come home and all I get is this accusing look? I'm sorry all right? I can't do anything if Smith decides to act like an "$$hole once again! He just can't understand that I have a life aswell. Wait…I don't…I'm nuts. Totally and completely nuts. I'm standing here in the middle of the kitchen talking to my cat. No offence there Chiz, but you are a cat, let's not forget that."

She drifted away, thinking about the events that had taken place in the last few days.

Hermione just hated her business trips. The little taverns or motels her boss would usually accommodate her were less than welcoming. The places were dirty and more than often Hermione found that she was thinking if her sheets had been changed after a couple had had their roll in the hay between them. Hermione kept telling herself that it was just her imagination but she just couldn't shake it off. Mr. Smith however, her boss, who had changed his name after seeing a muggle film, thought that 'if it doesn't kill you, it only makes you stronger'. Well Hermione, on the other hand, totally disagreed with him in that department. Her version of it would be that– if it doesn't kill you, it gives you insomnia.

Overall Hermione just couldn't understand how she had ended up with a boss like Smith. After her supreme school years, many people thought that she would accept the wonderful job and the heavenly salary at the Ministry assisting the Minister of Magic that was offered to her…but she didn't. To the happiness of many envious Ministry workers she didn't. Instead she joined the Magic worlds FBI – The Unspeakables. The job that was offered to her was crappy and she knew it. But she was hoping to work herself up to something better. If you thought that after the years that she had spent at Hogwarts with the famous Harry Potter and the adventures that came with it as natural as breathing, made her want to stay in her nice little safe world of books and knowledge forever, you were wrong. Instead Hermione wanted action of some kind. Ofcourse she had pondered about the amazing offer from the Minister but had finally refused.

In the world of spies she had started from scratch. Making coffee, sorting old files, keeping equipment in order, writing letters. With the three years that had passed she had made it to the agent status. Actually she was one of the top-shelve agents by now.

This was what she had first thought about when joining the agency but ofcourse…it wasn't quite as she had imagined it. Well to be quite exact – the boss wasn't quite what she had imagined. Other than that - she was fine.

It seemed, to Hermione at least, that Smith was determined to pick out the worst of assiments just especially for her. Not the ones that were most dangerous, but the ones that no one else, for some odd reason, wanted to take on. Things like making peace with the giants, the routine inspection of Azkaban and long boring conferences about safe witchcraft and wizardry were her usual line of work. Well, things always didn't seem to "run smoothly" however. The last peacemaking with the giants had ended with Hermione running as fast as she could and shouting hexes to her stalkers over her shoulder as fast as her lips could move. After she had escaped with all of her limbs still attached to her body, Smith had sent her a Howler! A HOWLER!

That had most certainly been the most embarrassing day in the life of Hermione Granger.

You appear at work, happy as you could be to see another day, and then you get a howler! Well, if Smith had sent it to her house, but no! He had to send it to the office! For everyone to see and hear that she had seriously…well how could she put it subtle…done badly?

After the Howler had finished its furious outbursts, Smith poked his head through the doorway and called Hermione to his office. When the door had closed, the same kind of voice saying the same kind of things started yelling again. The whole office was behind the door, listening. Hermione knew it and Smith was no exception on that part. He just kept yelling and yelling endlessly, saying the same things with different words and phrases. Finally he had to catch his breath and Hermione took the advantage to say, "Wanna tell me something I don't know?" Giggles were heard from behind the door.

This was not the usual behaviour of Hermione Granger but since she saw that Smith doesn't respect her or the work she does, she just couldn't help but saying that. Respect comes naturally. If a person respects you, you respect them. Smith had probably never heard of such a thing because he looked at Hermione with an evil look on his face and said, "Miss Granger you are suspended for a week." Hermiones face showed no feelings whatsoever and she announced, " Will somebody thank the Higher Powers for me." Smith did nothing but glare at her because he realised now that he had to send somebody else to take care of the "dirty work".

A/N by Chiz I mean Chizpurfle. For more information see your copy of 'Magical beasts and where to find them' by Newt Scamander. Hermione named her cat this because when she found it in a lonely alley the kitten had a lot of fleas and chizpurfles on it.