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Hermione Granger, fully qualified witch living in a muggle world.
It had been a year since Hogwart's most accomplished Head Girl had graduated and moved on to
the adult world. Having gathered a handful of N.E.W.T.'s (Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Test)
and O.W.L's (Ordinary Wizarding Level), various offers of employment had poured in from many wizarding communities.
So much that, to this day, Hermione still found random owl feathers scattered around the confined expanse of her
small apartment. The stress of finally graduating and leaving her comfort zone, (both Hogwarts and her parents spacious
Victorian manor),doubled with attempting to accept an offer that suited her, Hermione (no doubt during a bout of PMS) had
torched all offers and severed her connections with all things magical. Well, all things except her two best friends,
Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley.
Harry and Ron often paid Hermione lengthy visits, in which they would beg her mercelessly to come back and join them as
Aurors. Every single time, she would aptly refuse, insisting she was happy with her career as a romance novelist.
A topic that would thus send the two young men into tirades about her love life....or lack thereof.
"Hermione, don't you ever wonder why your work never sells?" Harry had inquired one night, after an unusally long argument
over her relationship status-single. She had opened her mouth to say something, but found that for once, she was stumped.
The 'insufferable know-it-all' (or so Professor Severus Snape had *ahem* affectionately nicknamed her) couldn't produce an
answer. Harry continued.
"You can't write about love, having never experienced it yourself. It's impossible to write something truly captivating if
there is no feeling... no truth behind it."
"Yeah, Hermione." Ron had chimmed in, "Love isn't something you can learn the fine art of from a book. Well...besides
'The Karma Sutra,' but that's a topic for another day."Winking at her blank expression, the redhead seated before her
grabbed the last of her famous choco-choco-chocolate chip cookies off the platter that was about to slip from her
newly weakened grasp.
"Are you not contradicting yourselves? Have you ever been in love? One could very well write about something they have yet
to experience or at least caught a glimpse of such a thrill." Hermione smirked as Ron stuffed the cookie in his mouth and
arched his brow.
"The experience is what makes the read even more thrilling. It makes it more personal and intimate." Ron said with his
mouth full of a half chewed cookie.
Harry turned his startled gaze upon Ron.
"Since when did you become Dr. Ruth!?" he exclaimed, chuckling lightly as Ron choked on the cookie in surprise.
Ignoring his best friend's plea for help, he turned to Hermione.
"So, my dear bookworm," Harry started, grinning slyly as Hermione snapped back to attention at his playful banter,
"it's high time you hit the dating scene." Hermione groaned inwardly, ignoring the snickers and playful looks being
tossed her way by the two men she LEAST wanted to date. They were like brothers to her, and she didn't want to hurt thier
feelings by turning them down. No...she had to think of something, and fast. But what?
"I can't..." she found herself saying. Ron collected himself from his near 'coughing up a lung' experience.
(One would say death presumably, but that was hardly the case here; as a majority of the time, Ron was exaggerating to
gain his friend's attention.)
"Shup up Harry." He said, a little late for his actions to fully be paid attention to.
"I'm engaged." *HOLY NAKED FLYING WIZARD OF OZ MONKEYS, HERMIONE ANNE GRANGER! WHERE DID THAT JUST COME FROM!?*
Her fevered brain chastised mentally. *Open mouth, insert foot you big doof!* It stated again, as she took in the
shocked and horrored expressions on her bestmate's faces.
"Um, surprise?" Ron blinked several times in confussion.
"Ok, I came into THAT conversation a little too late..."
Hermione Granger, fully qualified witch living in a muggle world.
It had been a year since Hogwart's most accomplished Head Girl had graduated and moved on to
the adult world. Having gathered a handful of N.E.W.T.'s (Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Test)
and O.W.L's (Ordinary Wizarding Level), various offers of employment had poured in from many wizarding communities.
So much that, to this day, Hermione still found random owl feathers scattered around the confined expanse of her
small apartment. The stress of finally graduating and leaving her comfort zone, (both Hogwarts and her parents spacious
Victorian manor),doubled with attempting to accept an offer that suited her, Hermione (no doubt during a bout of PMS) had
torched all offers and severed her connections with all things magical. Well, all things except her two best friends,
Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley.
Harry and Ron often paid Hermione lengthy visits, in which they would beg her mercelessly to come back and join them as
Aurors. Every single time, she would aptly refuse, insisting she was happy with her career as a romance novelist.
A topic that would thus send the two young men into tirades about her love life....or lack thereof.
"Hermione, don't you ever wonder why your work never sells?" Harry had inquired one night, after an unusally long argument
over her relationship status-single. She had opened her mouth to say something, but found that for once, she was stumped.
The 'insufferable know-it-all' (or so Professor Severus Snape had *ahem* affectionately nicknamed her) couldn't produce an
answer. Harry continued.
"You can't write about love, having never experienced it yourself. It's impossible to write something truly captivating if
there is no feeling... no truth behind it."
"Yeah, Hermione." Ron had chimmed in, "Love isn't something you can learn the fine art of from a book. Well...besides
'The Karma Sutra,' but that's a topic for another day."Winking at her blank expression, the redhead seated before her
grabbed the last of her famous choco-choco-chocolate chip cookies off the platter that was about to slip from her
newly weakened grasp.
"Are you not contradicting yourselves? Have you ever been in love? One could very well write about something they have yet
to experience or at least caught a glimpse of such a thrill." Hermione smirked as Ron stuffed the cookie in his mouth and
arched his brow.
"The experience is what makes the read even more thrilling. It makes it more personal and intimate." Ron said with his
mouth full of a half chewed cookie.
Harry turned his startled gaze upon Ron.
"Since when did you become Dr. Ruth!?" he exclaimed, chuckling lightly as Ron choked on the cookie in surprise.
Ignoring his best friend's plea for help, he turned to Hermione.
"So, my dear bookworm," Harry started, grinning slyly as Hermione snapped back to attention at his playful banter,
"it's high time you hit the dating scene." Hermione groaned inwardly, ignoring the snickers and playful looks being
tossed her way by the two men she LEAST wanted to date. They were like brothers to her, and she didn't want to hurt thier
feelings by turning them down. No...she had to think of something, and fast. But what?
"I can't..." she found herself saying. Ron collected himself from his near 'coughing up a lung' experience.
(One would say death presumably, but that was hardly the case here; as a majority of the time, Ron was exaggerating to
gain his friend's attention.)
"Shup up Harry." He said, a little late for his actions to fully be paid attention to.
"I'm engaged." *HOLY NAKED FLYING WIZARD OF OZ MONKEYS, HERMIONE ANNE GRANGER! WHERE DID THAT JUST COME FROM!?*
Her fevered brain chastised mentally. *Open mouth, insert foot you big doof!* It stated again, as she took in the
shocked and horrored expressions on her bestmate's faces.
"Um, surprise?" Ron blinked several times in confussion.
"Ok, I came into THAT conversation a little too late..."