A/N: So this has been floating around in my head for a while. So I finally decided to write about it. I hope you enjoy. Reviews are welcome!

This is set in an AU where Fred never dies ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters.

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Hermione Granger was a very intelligent women. In her earlier years during school, she was able to recite every text book in the syllabus word-for-word. She still could, if asked. She was also dubbed as The Brightest Witch Of Her Age. She may be a Muggleborn, but anyone who underestimated her knowledge was in for a rough shock.

She could also be very devious, when necessary. You don't have to look far to see it either. For example, in her fifth year, Hermione persuaded Harry to teach her and other willing students, just to undermine Umbridge, thus being a founder of Dumbledore's Army. Even as young as 12 she was wicked, by stealing Snape's potion supplies in order to make Polyjuice Potion, a N.E.W.T. level potion. She done all this with a good heart though, knowing it would help the Wizarding World for the better.

So why she was having a meltdown in her cubicle in the Auror Department at the Ministry of Magic is a wonder.

"He's a nightmare, honestly," Hermione whined to the man sitting on her desk eating an apple. He had jet black hair and green almond shaped eyes, covered by round spectacles.

He chewed and swallowed, before saying, "Why are you going on a second date with him then?"

Hermione stared at him. "He asked me on another date, because he said he had a great time on the last date. I said yes, because I didn't want to be mean."

Harry chuckled. "The problem with you Mione is you're always too kind for your own good. Always thinking of others above yourself."

Hermione sighed. "If I could change it, I would. I do not want to sit through another date, with the man who sits and talks about himself the whole time. Not once asking a question about myself."

"I don't think you should change," Harry said slowly.

Hermione looked at him fondly. "I know, Harry."

"How did you even meet the guy?"

Hermione glared at the paperwork, as if it had done all the bad things in the world (which is probably true, considering it was reports from magical attacks). "Your fiancé, Ginevra, said she had a friend who's brothers friend was single. What she didn't mention was that he was a narcissist and a jerk. I mean that was the worst date I had ever been on!"

"Surely it wasn't THAT bad?" Harry asked.

"Ho Ho, it was THAT bad! He flirted with multiple other women while we were on our date. And then he had the nerve to actually ASK those women on dates, while we were in the middle of our date! He even gave them his phone number!" Hermione ranted.

Harry gaped. "Who would do that?" he asked, incredulously.

"Paulo Garcia, that's who. The idiot couldn't stop checking his reflection! I'm looking for a boyfriend, but I'm not desperate," Hermione grimaced.

Harry sighed, standing up. "It sounds like you've got a real problem on your hands, Miss Granger."

"Well, Mr Potter, what do you think I should do?" Hermione asked.

"Hermione, follow your heart. If it says he isn't the one for you, then tell him you don't like him. But you don't need me to tell you that," Harry replied.

"Thank you, Harry," whispered Hermione. She stood up, and hugged him. He hugged her back, tightly. Harry thought of Hermione as an older sister, and Hermione thought of Harry as a brother. They loved each other like the siblings they never had.

Harry whispered into Hermione's hair, "don't let him push you around. If he tries anything, show him why you were sorted into Gryffindor."

Hermione nodded, and pulled back. Harry kissed her on the cheek, and left her cubicle.

Hermione looked at the large stack of paperwork and sighed. Today was going to be a long day.

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Hermione looked at her reflection in the floor length mirror in her bedroom. She wore a strapless Gryffindor red dress, with a sweetheart neckline. The dress reached her knees at the front and went a bit further down at the back. She wore her hair in an elegant bun, which was held together with multiple style charms, as well as muggle products. She wore a light make-up, which made her natural beauty more noticeable.

Paulo had told her to dress up for their date. It was a surprise as to where they were going, she just hoped it wouldn't be as bad as the last date. Hermione shuddered at the memory.

A knock sounded at her front door. Hermione masked her disgusted expression, and went to the door. She smiled brightly, and opened it. Except it wasn't Paulo who was at the door. It was Draco Malfoy.

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A/N:

Ayo! I hoped you liked it so far. If not tell me what I could improve on! I love to hear from you guys. I'm still new to this, so... help me out here :)

Love,

HermioneSmexyBeast xx