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Chapter One
Hermione knocked on the brown wooden door feeling very apprehensive.
"He won't be a moment Miss Granger" the elder woman said with a thin smile, Hermione didn't much like this woman but she needed to get things sorted out before they could get out of hand.
As soon as DADA finished Hermione had rushed back to the head dorms instead of staying behind to talk to Remus like both Harry and Ron had.
She'd told Harry as she put her quill, ink and parchments away that something had come up that she needed to sort out and without allowing him to say anything she had picked up her textbooks and ran through the door.
Reaching her bedroom she approached her desk and took out a fresh piece of parchment and began to scribe a letter in her delicate calligraphic handwriting;
Mr Lovewell,
I believe we have some things to discuss regarding an announcement made in the Daily Prophet. Please can you arrange a time in which we can meet to sort out this dilemma.
Yours Sincerely
Hermione Jean Granger
Hermione called for Venus her white barn owl as she rolled up the parchment and secured it with red ribbon.
Attaching it to the bird's leg, she gave her a treat and stated the address of Mr Lovewell's office.
She watched as the bird jumped of her desk and flew out of the window, Hermione watched on in awe as the magnificent bird headed off into the horizon.
Lost in thought Hermione descended the staircase into the head's common room, she walked into the grand room with black walls, the house tapestries hanging on the walls, ever symbolising Hogwarts.
The room was warm, the grand fire adding a soft glow to the room a large white fire place surrounding it.
Hermione sat on the cream coloured chaise that was situated in the far left hand corner of the room, in the two months she had been head girl she was surprise by how quickly she had settled in the exuberant setting.
Hermione remembered fondly her first day back to Hogwarts as Head Girl.
"I'm so happy for you Mione!" Ginny exclaimed on the way to Gryffindor Tower.
The girls had come to stop outside the portrait of the fat lady, the woman more than content in eavesdropping on the two student's conversation.
"Thanks Gin" Hermione smiled a little half-heartedly, truth be told as ecstatic as she was about being given the title of Head Girl Hermione was a little sad.
Ever since starting Hogwarts Hermione had shared her room with other girls and for the last 6 years she had shared her room with Ginny, if she was being honest she was going to miss the red headed girl.
Ginny was her best girl-friend as well as a sister all rolled into one and Ginny felt the same way Hermione did.
Ginny knew how her friend was feeling the unspoken words weighting down on the girls.
"So..?" Ginny began Hermione laughed.
"Let me guess you want to know who head boy is?" Hermione laughed her amber eyes twinkling in amusement.
Ginny nodded her head, as Hermione pulled her closer.
"It's Malfoy" she whispered.
"What!" Ginny shouted.
Hermione had laughed, she and Draco had decided to call a truce over the hostile relationship they had had in previous years, and had agreed to remain civil and amicable at all times.
Considering they would be living together for the next year it was the best thing for it.
Ginny blushed her usually porcelain complexion going rosy.
"You know he's meant to be a sex god, right?" Ginny whispered, stifling a small girlish laugh, her point was completely lost on Hermione, Ginny continued.
"Mione…what if Malfoy makes a move on you."
Hermione snorted half out of disgust and half because Ginny could be just as oblivious as Ron, failing to see the Hermione loved Ron.
Hermione had retrieved a response from Mr Lovewell the same day she had sent him her missive.
Miss Granger
Of course we need to converse, how about 9am tomorrow my office, we shall discuss your options and this 'dilemma' as you put it.
Regards
Mr Lovewell
Hermione waited outside the office catching Lovewell's receptionist glancing her way every once in a while.
Hermione was most certain that she did not like this woman.
As she waited she pondered about the man she was about to meet with.
Mr Lovewell was in fact her agent and it was ironic that despite his name there wasn't particularly a lot about the man to love, but she respected him and in turn he her.
Just then the brown door opened out stepped Mr Lovewell.
"Miss Granger, Hermione a pleasure as always" he proffered is outstretched hand.
Hermione accepted, bringing her dainty hand to his lips he gently kissed the back of her hand.
"Shall we?" he asked.
Hermione sat in the chair that Mr Lovewell had indicated to, she sat opposite the dark mahogany desk that took up a great deal of room within the office, the desk was littered with parchments and contracts.
Her eyes skimmed the remainder of the office, before her focus came to the much older man sat before her, her eyes searching his accusingly.
"So…" He began hesitantly "…what did you wish to discuss?" he said in his monotone voice.
"I can't do it" was the meek reply; Hermione's previous anger had now turned to fear.
"Can't or won't Miss Granger" Lovewell replied raising his eyebrows at the young girl who was wise before her years.
Her mouth opened to speak but she was cut off as the man continued talking.
"Hermione in the year that I have worked with you I have never known you to say the word can't especially in reference to your own abilities. I assure you, you can do this, and you can do anything you put your mind to."
Hermione knew he was right she could do this but it was Hogwarts, what if she was exposed? What if her friends found out?
They'd be so angry with her for not telling them the truth.
"But…" she began but was cut off again.
"You seem to have forgotten one thing" Lovewell stated a soft smile gracing his aging features. "You'll be wearing a glamour Miss Granger, no-one will suspect you".
Hermione felt stupid, it had completely slipped her mind that she would be wearing her barrette with the inbuilt glamour that changed her appearance to that of Larissa Grey's.
"Okay" she said quietly.
Lovewell smiled and stood as Hermione tried to ignore the niggling feeling that something was going to go wrong.
"I believe you need to practice, Larissa" Lovewell smiled.
Hermione laughed she could still remember the day she became Larissa Grey.
Hermione walked through London with her parents, she had returned home for the Christmas holidays opting to spend it with her parents rather than endure the chaos that would usually fall over the burrow and the Weasley residence.
Hermione had also decided to stay away because she was beginning to feel very strongly towards Ron, She caught herself staring at him her thoughts occupied by him. It made her nervous, and she didn't think she could cope spending so much time with him in an enclosed space.
During the shopping trip Hermione and her parents had separated and agreed to meet up in Trafalgar square.
Hermione had arrived much earlier than her parents for fear of not getting there in time.
Hermione reached into her bag and got out her ipod, with time to kill she decided that she would listen to some music and take in her surroundings.
Soon enough Hermione was watching the sea of people that passed by her, she was significantly unacknowledged which allowed her to become entranced by the music and become lost in her own thoughts.
Hermione failed to notice that she had begun to sing along to the music she was listening to, and rather loudly. It brought her some attention, but she didn't notice it, trapped in the world of her own making.
Hermione was startled out of a daydream about Ron by an older looking man dressed in a smart charcoal grey suit, he seemed to be saying something…
Removing her earphones Hermione apologised to the Man.
"It was my fault", he responded.
The man introduced himself as Mr Lovewell an agent.
Hermione was confused and this didn't happen much, Lovewell explained that he had recognised her from a picture of her, Ron and Harry in the daily Prophet and that he too was a wizard.
Mr Lovewell continued to explain that whilst he had recognised her, it was her singing voice that caused him to give her his attention.
"My singing voice, was I singing?" Hermione asked slowly turning red.
Lovewell nodded. Hermione was mortified and turned crimson.
"Don't be embarrassed that was one of the most beautiful voices I have ever heard both in the human world as well as the wizarding". Hermione gave a nervous laugh.
After conversing with Mr Lovewell for 5 minutes he had convinced Hermione to have a meeting with him, to discuss her 'Potential'.
After handing Hermione his business card he was gone. Hermione never thought she'd see the man again.
However she was prompted to make the meeting after being referred to as 'Harry Potter's friend' for the millionth time in the daily prophet.
It was time for her to make a name for herself.
Lovewell had reassured her in the meeting of any fears she had and she had signed the contract there and then.
However the contact left her feeling worried all of a sudden, she didn't want anyone to know it was her, feeling self-conscious she had opted to not be seen as Hermione Granger Muggleborn witch, but instead create a character that she could be.
"Name?" Mr Lovewell had asked.
Hermione's brain thought quickly 'hmm what did she want to be called?'
It came to her then "Larissa Grey" she spoke confidently.
Lovewell cocked an eyebrow in question.
"Larissa was my Grandmother's name and Grey was the colour of your suit the day I met you."
Lovewell nodded "I look forward to working with you Miss Grey."
