It's Complicated
A/N: Inspired by Chungking Express, similar main character from a previous fan fiction of mine called Hermione in Hong Kong. I ripped off a bunch of script lines from the movie, too. Trust me, it's one of the best movies of my generation, I suggest you millennials ought to see it before you kick the bucket. Yes it's still Takeshi Kaneshiro doing a hop in my obviously sleepy deprived imagination! I'm writing this one for myself. This is a one-shot but it could have more chapters if it doesn't get booted out.
Warning: Sexual themes and contents but not explicit. As per Ffnet guidelines, I can't write smut seeing that I have had issues with that before.
They said magic relies strongly on the witch or wizards emotions. The moment her Ron died, Hermione's hair darkened to a dark brown so dark that it almost looked black.
May had been He Qiwu's first in many things; his first girlfriend, the first woman he brought home to meet his widower father and his first lover. Unfortunately, it seemed that she is also destined to be his first heartache. After 5 years of weathering through storms of arguments and almost break ups, it came to this. He had been waiting for her to come to her senses, as she had in the past, and reconcile with him. But the month he'd allotted for her is up and after several near insane actions on his part; he ended up in this bar. He promised himself he'll fall in love with the first woman who'd come in. Grief and loneliness makes a person slightly insane.
She and his family grieved him. They didn't blame her of course, but she blames herself more than enough for everyone else. She needed to get away. Taking Professor McGonagall's advise, she just took her NEWTS and flew off, even if Kingsley had been trying to get her to take a job in the ministry. The Interpol who had long been aware of the existence of the wizardry world took advantage of the wizardry world's loss and nabbed the brightest witch of her age. They offered her a cushy supervisory job, a posh apartment and private tutoring to complete her education, if only she'd accept their offer.
Hermione Granger moved past the weird looking woman wearing a blonde wig and sunglasses, almost shoving her. She adjusted her own sunglasses before she sat down. She really hated it when people move so slowly, the girl made a point of sitting far from her probably in annoyance over Hermione's brutishness. She sat down on the bar and signaled the bartender for two fingers of scotch.
They had only been officially dating for a week when they took Ron. He didn't want to return to Hogwarts and have decided to work with his older brother at his joke shop. That's where they, the few remaining loyal followers of the Dark Lord that the ministry has not rounded up, took the light of the so-called Golden Trio. Of the three, it seems Ron had been the most careless and thus, the easiest to nab.
Maybe it was all the whiskey talking, but Qiwu promised himself that to forget May, he'll fall in love with the first woman who'd come in. At that moment, an obviously Caucasian girl who looked barely out of her teens walked in. She flashed her ID at the bartender before signaling three fingers of scotch on the rocks.
After a while he sat beside her. "Excuse me, miss, do you like pineapple?" He asked. The girl didn't even spare him a glance. He could almost slap his head, of course she probably didn't understand Cantonese. So he tried again. "Do you like pineapple?" He asked in English. She still didn't look his way. "Would you like some pineapple?" He asked again, this time in Hokkien. The girl still ignored him. "Can I offer you some pineapple?" He asked in Japanese. She just continued drinking. "May I ask if you like pineapple?" He tried again, this time in Mandarin. She still ignored him. "I'm running out of languages here." He muttered. The then girl looked at him and chuckled. "I was waiting how many more you knew." She replied in Cantonese, her translation charm working well.
It wasn't that he was stupid or careless really, he was just more optimistic. He was more trusting of the system. After all, Kingsley's government has managed to capture most of them. Thus, he was not expecting to be kidnapped in broad daylight in the middle of Diagon Alley, in its most populated store.
"I'm not in the mood to talk. Leave me alone." Hermione told the guy who rudely interrupted her solace. "You don't have to talk. Can I just sit here?" He asked. "Plenty of seats, why sit here?" Hermione asked.
The guy tried to look charming, smiling a roguish smile that displayed his dimple. "I can feel that you're lonely." He replied. Hermione sneered a sneer that could put one of Malfoy's to shame. "Really?" She asked emotionlessly.
"Yes." He replied. "Why else would a woman be wearing shades this late? Either, she's blind…" He said almost breathing on her neck in his proximity. "Or she's a poseur…" He continued, boldly playing with a lock of her hair. "Or she doesn't want people to see that she's been crying…" He finished as he let go of Hermione's stray lock of hair.
She frowned and looked at him. "So which reason applies?" She asked. "The last one!" Hermione did not say a word and just turned her body to face him. He was still encroaching on her personal space. "It's okay, no need to cry. I've fallen out of love, too. I usually go jogging to get sweaty so that I have no more water for tears. Wanna go jogging?" The guy offered. Hermione shook her head. "I've been running around all evening. I'm tired. If you want to talk, find someone else." Hermione said dismissively.
While they kept Ron in captivity, they infected him with lycanthropy. They then used that time to hone him in to the scent of Harry Potter's and Hermione Granger's blood, having him scent it as he ate. Those who have been turned while they were young, like Remus Lupin were luckier in terms of being able to control their hunger and their animal instincts as they got used to the changes while they matured. But someone like Ron, who was already a young adult had more difficulties. This, with the frequent tortures and starvation, almost drove him to the brink of insanity, losing his sense of being and control even in his human form.
"I just want to keep you company. I know how it feels to be brokenhearted. A woman needs a boyfriend to lean on. Please think of me as your boyfriend." Qiwu told the girl who didn't even respond visibly. "I don't have a boyfriend", she finally answered after a short while.
"And I don't have a girlfriend." He answered cockily. "How old are you?" She asked. "Two hours ago, I was still 24. Now I'm 25. Not that much older than you." Qiwu replied. "I won't like you." She replied. He didn't know that she was thinking of another optimistic guy who just died less than a year ago.
"Don't be so sure. We might hit it off!" He said optimistically. "Do you like pineapple?" He asked again. "None of your business." She replied as she signaled for 2 fingers of scotch. The bartender poured her drink.
"I'm just trying to learn more about you. I was in love with a girl for five years. We've just split up. She says I don't understand her. So I want to find out more about you." He told her. The girl just looked at him.
"Just give me a chance to! Okay, how about you find out more about me. What kind of man do you like?" He asked. She looked at him and said. "Knowing someone doesn't mean you get to keep them. People change. A person may like pineapple today and something else tomorrow." Hermione answered before finding herself feeling drowsy from the sudden rush of alcohol in her system, she decided to nap for a while and slightly leaned on the guy who sat beside her.
He would go on and talk for the next few hours while the girl got smashed.
"Sir! Sir! Sir! We're closing." The bartender told him as he was rubbing his face with the cool alcohol shot glass. He nodded at the bartender. "Closing…" Qiwu said tiredly. He slightly shook the girl sitting beside him. "Wanna go jog?" He asked. "I just want a place to rest." She said.
After searching for months, they have not found Ron even as they slowly closed in on those few who still stood in defiance of the new order. When there was only one or two left, they decided to release him amidst the Weasleys, putting him right smack in the middle of the Burrow, which while protected by the Fidelius couldn't keep one of their own out. It had been a full moon and of course he went after Harry. He was not recognizable as a werewolf of course. Hermione did what she had always done, protect Harry. She took the gasoline the Weasleys had for barbecuing and doused the wolf whose nose twitched at the unwanted strong smell. She lit the wolf up. The wolf shrieked in agony, howling in pain. The Weasleys casted offensive spells after another at it to keep it restrained in its position, given that it was still trying to go after Harry even while it was ablaze. It was of course, a wizard, tougher than most werewolves. The fire alone may get to him, but it was the variety of spells that finally killed him. When the wolf died, it shift to its human form and its mother, upon recognizing his face shrieked an almost inhuman sound.
The guy, was still sober enough to drive them into a motel. Once they got there, Hermione took a shower to wake herself up. After she was sufficiently awake, she dried her hair with the hair blower. She had never done this before, not just the casual fling but sex itself. She'd only ever kissed three boys before this. She didn't really care. Maybe she just needed this. It's not as if he's bad looking. In any case, she's going to chalk it up to all those alcohol she drank.
He was surprised when he saw her with only a bathrobe on. "Are you really of legal age?" He asked upon seeing her youthful face. Hermione nodded. "Yes, three years above the age of consent, and a year over the legal age. Why are you backing out?" She asked seeing that the only thing he removed was his tie. His eyes grew large at the challenge. "No! Of course not!" He replied, jumping off the bed to quickly remove his clothes.
After a few seconds, he was only wearing his boxers while she was standing, busy tinkering with the tele's remote. He walked to her and stood behind her, nibbling at her neck and earlobes. Hermione felt an unfamiliar feeling rush up to the pit of her stomach and her core. She knew that it was lust.
He sat down the edge of the bed and pulled her to sit on his lap. "May I?" He asked. She looked at him quizzically. For her, her mere presence here is already an unspoken agreement. He kissed her and noticed that she didn't know much about kissing. Being a quick learner Hermione got the hang of it and started kissing him back. He slipped his hand inside her robe to give her breast a squeeze. She gasped in surprise but kept on kissing him. He took this as a permission to go ahead.
He untied her robe, revealing her naked body. Hermione felt a bit conscious given that the lights were still on and she didn't feel comfortable turning the lights off. But she was pacified by the idea that at least most of her scars were gone except for the cut on her neck, writings from her time with Umbridge and the mark that Bellatrix made on her arm which she has covered with a glamor. From what she knew, the hardness on his groin that she can feel through the robe and his boxers were enough indication that he at least found her attractive.
Nobody blamed her for Ron's death. Many had even claimed that they were responsible for more damage given the spells they cast. But none of those mattered at that moment. She did not say a word since it happened, not to Harry, not to any of his family and not to any of her other friends. She did not even say a word a few weeks later except for a letter of request to move up her NEWTS. She did not even bother to try and track down her parents anymore, for fear that returning them to England may lead to their deaths. While she knew that Kingsley and her government had already managed to nab the last of that motley group that set Ron up, who knew if there were more. She had just realized that hatred never really ends.
His only consolation is that they have been making out for a while and he had ensured that she was slick enough for him, given how tight she felt around his finger. Still, Qiwu was surprised at the barrier he broke when he entered her. He saw her biting down her lower lip and worried that she might draw blood, so instead he placed his hand to her mouth and told her to bite down.
She didn't bite down, instead she clamped her mouth on his hand, sucking and licking. It was weird but it added on to his arousal. He stopped his movement, trying to calm himself down and wanting to stop from hurting her further. "Just go on…" She urged him.
First, he moved slowly, her tightness almost painful but at her behest, he'd move faster and faster until he came, releasing into her. He stopped at that and he realized he didn't wear a condom only for her to console him that she's on pill to regulate her period and not to worry about it.
"You don't have STDs or anything do you?" Hermione asked worriedly, her normal thinking self finally emerging. He shook his head at her and smiled. "No, I had only been with one girl and had been cleared on my last check up two weeks after we broke up."
Hermione grunted and started closing her eyes. "You should have told me that it was your first time. I should have been more careful." He said sadly. "Will I still be hurt?" She asked. "Yes but it could probably be less." He answered. "Now, we'll never know." Hermione replied sleepily. The guy was about to protest when Hermione placed her forefinger on his lips. "Shhh… Am gonna sleep." She said as she turned on her side. He also shifted to his side and held her, Hermione felt him harden against her bottom.
"Sorry." He apologized. "No, we'll do it again but nap first." Hermione answered. "But you're already sore." The guy protested. "I'll live." Hermione answered. They ended up doing it twice more before morning and despite what she'd heard about awkward morning-afters, they had a pretty enjoyable time of bathing together and even ate a light breakfast together.
Hermione had many regrets in life after Ron died. They never made love, they never went on a real date together, and they never even officially told people that they were together even though people knew. Her only grim consolation is that at least, Ron wasn't a virgin when he died, seeing that he'd experienced having sex with Lavender. That was actually what caused Hermione to drink that night, the realization that "Lav-lav" and "Won-won" are both dead and are probably doing it in the afterlife while Hermione wanted to wait when she's ready. It's already been almost a year since he's died and given their very brief relationship, she now only mourning him as his friend.
What was awkward was when the guy wrote down his name, personal number, beeper number, office number and even his home and work address on a piece of paper and handed it to her. She blushed with the idea that she slept with the guy without even knowing his name. She in turn wrote down her name and her office number on a piece of paper. "I'm still looking for a place but you can leave a message at work." She said, insisting that she can go home by herself instead of him driving her home. Apparating is faster.
Qiwu finally had a good look with the woman he'd just been with the night before and as she waved at him, he can't help but grin at how pretty she is against the sunlight.
"Hermeyown? Would you like to have grab coffee sometime?" Qiwu asked. "It's actually Her-my-own-knee, and yes, that would be nice." She replied. "This weekend?" Qiwu asked. Hermione nodded and motioned that he should call her up. He smiled and nodded. Both walked away wondering what happened.