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to the story, this is the second chapie... a filler... i hope you will like it guys

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Chapter 2 – Past and Present

Flashback

'Hun… are you sure?' Fleur Delacour asked her best friend as they kept dulling with spells inside the training room of Hermione's apartment.

'You know I never do something unless I have thought about it.' Hermione said as she blocked a muscle-paralyzing charm of her blond friend's.

'And what is he doing for a living?' Fleur asked as she sent a bone-softening curse but Hermione avoided it again and answered with one of her own that missed Fleur for an inch.

'He's is a constructor, he's out of town for periods of times… so it's perfect…' Hermione said as this time she hit Fleur with a binding charm and Fleur fell helplessly on the floor with a thud and a groan of pain right before Hermione could counter the spell that gave her the duel.

'Are you mental? A Muggle?' Ron Weasley asked in a shout as Harry Potter kept up his kickboxing with Ron's massive brother, Charlie. Harry grinned and nodded as he blocked a few punches and made a sharp blow on Charlie's face.

'She's fantastic, Ron, away from the magical world, oblivious to it, she'..i'.seen, the, sweetest, thing, i've, ever, seen!' Harry said as he kept punching Charlie with each word right before the older Weasley could punch him and make him fall, face down.

'And what's her job?' Ron asked as he watched the wrestling with Harry's head slammed on the ring's floor.

'She's a computer specialist in the Stock Market, she's like Wonder Woman of computers…' Harry said with admiration in his chocked by the death grip, voice.

'What is computers?' Ron wondered as Harry finally found the space to turn the wrestling to his favor and now had a row of punches on Charlie who tried to block them all. 'Anyway, it's going to pass like the others did.' Ron said and Harry grinned at him as now was holding Charlie by the head.

'Ron… I'm in love,' Harry said right before Charlie could take him down by pulling at his leg, he slammed on the ring with a thud.

'Oh come on now… in love, love needs a base, needs a background, see me and Lav-Lav… we have deepness.' Ron said as he looked at Harry but with the corner of his eye he caught Luna Lovegood passing by the ring as to reach another training set, he winked at her and she looked back at him amused.

'Ron… I asked her to marry me,' Harry said as now Charlie was punching him again and again while Harry tried to block the blows. Ron's eyes widened in shock and tried to move closer.

'What?' he exclaimed.

'I'm getting married!' Harry rasped out in pain again and Ron was still looking at him in bewilderment.

'I can't hear you…'

'I'm getting married!'

'Can you please stop punching him? I think he said something crazy!' Ron tried to ask his brother who hadn't stopped the blows.

'I'M GETTING MARRIED!' Harry screamed this time in desperation…

PRESENT – 2011

The two whose parents were murdered

Should never even lay eyes on each other

If so, great love will bind them

And if these two unite, they will be capable of

Awful and Great Things

Maybe Worse things than His, maybe Greater than anyone else's

Together, they can overpower Him

Separated, they can be saved by each other...

Hermione Black was with closed eyes as she remembered the prophesy, a prophesy made years ago, not for Mrs. Black but for her true self, Hermione Jane Granger and another man, the man she had never even look at, Harry Potter.

Her hand was touching the small, magically covered scar above her left breast, a souvenir given by old enemies in her teen years, now, as a thirty one year old woman, her enemies knew better than to scar her...

She sighed as she remembered the prophesy again. She had never seen Harry Potter in a picture or any kind of means to know his face, she had followed the prophesy word by word, she didn't want to fall in love with someone like him, even if it meant that they could take Voldemort down, the prophesy talked about her and Potter being capable of Awful and Great things, great things she liked…. Awful things scared her; she didn't want to become the next dark lady of the Wizarding world. She had enough drama in her life as it was at the moment.

Her organization and the Order had made sure not to bring the two people involved in the prophesy face to face, it was the main rule, never ever, get involved with people from other organizations, if so, you have forty eight hours to bring their heads on a plate, otherwise your head is declared and wanted for a few good bags of galleons.

The Order had hoped on the destruction of Lord Voldemort's Horcruxes and they had succeeded to destroy most of them a few years back, in that infamous Horcrux Hunt Potter had with some of his followers. They had thought that they had found every piece and destroyed it and when they had the Battle at Hogwarts, in 1998, they all hoped for Voldemort's death.

But the prophesy was clear and Hermione hadn't laid eyes on him, Voldemort survived yet again, as it was proven. Ever since, Hermione had been finally started as an active agent and soon she was the best of them all. There was one more Horcrux that Voldemort would try to take back, the Locket, the last of the Horcruxes, the only thing separating him from returning, the only thing that was to arrive in England in a few days. It was her last chance, if Voldemort's final Horcrux was destroyed, there would be no Voldemort and no prophesy, he could remain a weak remnant of no importance and he would be an easy target, she could overpower the prophesy and finally be free by its bounds.

Hermione finally opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror; she was a beautiful woman, elegant lips, warm eyes, perfect hair and a cute nose. Yet, the frown that had appeared between her eyebrows wasn't easy to abandon the place.

She had visited Dr. Newman on her own, without Harry who was just too annoying to be around there, she had told the therapist that there was a huge space between herself and her husband and that it was keep filling up with everything that they don't say to each other…and when she had asked what was that called, the answer was "marriage"…

She smiled bitterly, marriage, something she was so glad to jump into some years back, when her relationship with her husband was an adventure, a fairy tale of two people who met on the right moment, now marriage seemed like these old telemarketing commercials after midnight with you buying the promoted shit even when you know it's a waste of money…

Dr. Newman had asked Hermione how honest she is with Harry, well she was pretty honest, she wasn't lying to him, she just hid the truth…. She wished she could tell him…. "hello honey, I'm a witch and an undercover assassin who works for a secret organization that raised and trained me to stop criminals in their tracks…" yeah, she would love to see her poor Muggle husband's face at this, or when she'd draw out her well hidden wand and cast a firing spell on the curtains she had bought and he hated so much, or when she'd shown him her hidden arsenal under the oven in the kitchen...

'These filters need to be changed,' Harry's voice snapped her out of her thoughts and she looked at her husband who was right next to her, she hadn't even heard him approaching as they were both getting ready to go to their "jobs".

'Uhu,' Hermione only murmured as she sprayed her cleavage once with her expensive perfume and then moved away from her husband and closer to where her Prada high heels were waiting for her.

Harry sighed as he looked at her back moving away; he looked back at himself in the mirror, fake honey color in his eyes, no glasses, no scar. He was in perfect disguise for his Muggle wife and the rest of the Muggles that knew him. He was tired of this, of this swamp that was tagged as marriage in the papers co-signed by him and the moving back. He was tired of the dead flame. Once, Hermione and himself were all over the house, fucking like rabbits, she was mesmerizing, surprising him, now she was only bossy about those bloody new curtains.

Sometimes, he thought, it was funny to have a prophesy talking about you and a woman called Hermione and the fact of you not being allowed even to see each other, yet he was married to a Muggle Hermione and he was in the most boring marriage ever. If he had married Hermione Granger, he would have probably die or be killed or be turned into the next Voldemort, now that he was married to Hermione Austin, he would either die of boredom, or be killed by boredom, or turn out the next Voldemort because of boredom, all choices seemed possible…

For some reason he wasn't even sure of, he had returned, on his own to Dr. Newman's office, the other and they had a small chat. He wasn't sure why he had visited again. He had clarified that he loved his wife and that he wanted the best for her, but there were times… that he wanted to see her chocking to death by his grip, she could be annoying to no end, irritating, bossy and her cooking was the WORST ever! Even Ron's cooking during the Horcrux Hunt was better than the shit Hermione fed him daily for the past five years of marriage…

But it was his choice, he had chosen the woman he… loved and she was a Muggle, a clueless Muggle, of course sometimes he had wondered how could have a coincidence of two Hermiones around, one in the prophesy, one in his heart, but when he looked at her, unable even to boil an egg, he was sure she wouldn't even know what a potion is…

Many people had been surprised by his decision to marry a Muggle, Ginny Weasley was actually in shock as she had fancied him for years and they actually had a small fling in his sixth year, yet, he had things to do and a muggle girl with warm eyes had seemed the best choice after all the drama with Voldemort that didn't seem like ending.

He had tried to overpower the prophesy, he had found the Horcruxes, he had fought Him, but the prophesy was clear and that had been proven by realizing that there was one more Horcrux, the locket. Voldemort was out there, weak but searching for his final Horcrux, a Horcrux that was approaching England in a few days, a Horcrux that Harry was dying to have in his hands. If he did so, if he destroyed the darn thing, the prophesy would finally be invalid and there would be no more fear of him and that Hermione Granger and their predestined life as lovers and enemies, it would all be invalid. All he needed was to overpower the darn M.M.O. that always got in the way and have the Horcrux.

The M.M.O. was the Muggle-Magical Organization, made by wizards and witches in France as to stop criminals, the Order and Harry weren't sure if this MMO was as innocent as it had seemed but criminals that had been captured by them had never been back in action so the Order hoped that it was indeed a team of people working for something good. Of course there was no trust and the Horcrux was needed to be destroyed by Harry so he could finally cancel the prophesy so there was no space for mistakes. He needed the darn Locket and he was going to take it.

The couple moved in silence out of the house and moved close to their Lancias, one of their last things in common were their taste on cars. Hermione had a Lancia Delta and Harry had a Lancia Delta Turbo 8.1 as he liked to hit the gear more than his wife.

'Dinner's at seven,' Hermione said and Harry nodded his head.

'I'll be there… here….' He said as they both got inside their cars and had the engines roaring, they both tried to move through the path and they both hit the brakes as they almost collided with their cars, they both groaned in frustration for each other's stupidity and Hermione finally moved through first.

Harry didn't need a lot of time to reach his job in Grimmauld Place. He got inside the headquarters and soon Mss. Figg smiled at him and gave the paperwork he had to take care of. Harry thanked her and waved at Mr. Flitch, Mss Figg's all-time fiancé and then moved closer to his office's door. From the other corner, Ron Weasley came out of his own office and smiled at Harry as he scratched his pronounced belly to his way to the loo.

'Hey Ron, what's up?' Harry asked his mate who grinned and shrugged.

'Same… people need killing….' Ron said and Harry chuckled and nodded in agreement. 'Hey Harry… We'll have a guys night at my house, Saturday night, barbeque, only boys and beers, it'll be awesome, mom and dad go to see Charlie in Romania… what you think?' Ron asked and looked pointedly at Harry who nodded as he entered his office.

'I'll talk to the lady.' Harry said and heard Ron sighing as he closed the door behind him.

'You want to use my floo? You know… maybe you'll want to scratch your balls or your ass and she needs to know….' Ron was heard out of the office and Harry sighed as he collapsed on his armchair before his desk.

'You live with your mother!' Harry shouted in response.

'Why you put her into this? She's a first class lady, she keeps me clean, she's cooking for me foods WITH TASTE… I have none to report to…. I'm the dumb guy?' Ron was heard again and Harry only sighed as he looked at the papers and found an envelope he needed to check out. He may wasn't the head of the Order, McGonagall was but he was still in the inner cycle. He opened the envelope and it moved itself and started producing sound.

'The target is called Draco Malfoy, he will be in British territory in three days, his nickname is the Dragon.' The voice started and Harry shrugged.

'The Dragon…' Harry murmured as the letter went on.

'Tonight, Goyle and Crabbe need to be out of the way,' the envelope went on and after giving the whereabouts it started tearing itself apart until there was no evidence of it left.

At the same time Hermione was getting in her own headquarters, a modern place in High Street of London. She put her hand inside the purple potion as to be granted the access and she moved in a small room where spells ran through her body as to indentify that it was her.

'There is a mission, Hermione,' the voice of the Father was heard. Hermione nodded her head.

'Tonight, McLaggen will be back in Britain… and in three days, Draco Malfoy, aka the Dragon, will be back in British ground, we believe he will be carrying the Package…' the Father's voice was heard again from the walls of the small room and Hermione waited for the rest of the instructions. When they were given to her she only smiled.

'I want clear things here, do not spoil the package, only bring it here.' The father said again and Hermione knew what the package was, she would swear it was in the shape of a locket…

'Yes, sir, clear, silent, perfect job…' Hermione confirmed and only then the door opened for her to move to the rest of the place where she met with the rest of the agents.

Hours later, the couple was getting ready again.

'Sweetie? Where you're going?' Harry asked as he saw Hermione putting the lipstick on her lips. She gave a smile that didn't reach her eyes and responded.

'A Hacker got through a server and they need me.' Hermione responded and Harry nodded his head in lack of interest.

'We promised the Longbottoms….' Harry said and Hermione nodded.

'I know, I'll be quick, where are you going?' she asked as she made sure her coat covered her body perfectly. Harry waved some betting papers.

'Just to see if I'll get lucky…' Harry said and Hermione nodded absentmindedly as she finally left the room and house while Harry followed suit a few moments later.

It wasn't difficult for Harry to find Crabbe, Goyle and the other two, Parkinson was gone for a mission but she'd return and then he'd kill her. After a few tequilas and a nice game of poker, Harry had made sure to disarm the three drunken idiots and he only waited for the perfect opportunity.

The moment Parkinson returned and asked who he was, his Muggle gun was sending Parkinson and the rest to the underworld, where they belonged.

Across town, Hermione was reaching the suite of the London Capital Hotel in her expensive clothes. A brown haired man opened the door that led to the actual bedroom of the suite and looked at her.

'Mss Atkins?' he asked and she nodded her head. He opened the door further and she got inside while he left the room. Hermione waited for awhile, with her hair still in a knot and her coat around her body. After a few moments Hermione heard a gargling sound and then a spitting and she made a grimace of disgust as the victim approached from the garden.

She had to admit that Cormac McLaggen had a very nice body, a handsome face and a very well shaped ass, his poor mother to lose such a nice boy… He looked at her up and down and then nodded his head. Hermione took the sign and unfasten the belt of her coat and unbuttoned it quickly after she had left her purse somewhere close…

When the coat fell on the ground McLaggen hissed in awe as Hermione was in high heeled boots made of leather and a Velcro bodice that toned her breasts deliciously, like the rest of her hot body, she freed her hair from the knot and soon her chestnut curls were free on her back as the mistress persona was on.

She had him on his knees in a matter of seconds. She handcuffed him and soon the whip was teasing his back while she let it hit him sharp a few times.

'You were a bad boy?' she asked and McLaggen gasped again as the whip found his right shoulder blade.

'Yes…' he whispered and Hermione kept on cycling him.

'You know what happens to bad boys?' Hermione asked as this time she hit his right blade. 'They get punished…' she answered her own question and he hissed again.

'Oh yes… punish me…' he whimpered as the whip found the middle of his back.

'So you were a bad boy…' she whispered as she let the whip down and touched his handsome face with her hands, she could feel him tensing up at her touch. 'You tried to trespass a Horcrux?' she added in a clear voice and she felt him freezing in terror right before she could snap his neck and kill him. He fell with a light thud and Hermione only stepped above him and moved close to her coat and bag.

'Mr. McLaggen… are you ok?' one of his bodyguards was heard as Hermione put back on her coat and checked her cell phone.

'Oh the Longbottoms…' she moaned softly. The bodyguards saw McLaggen was dead and they were soon bursting in the room but it was too late as Hermione clasped one handle of her purse's on a railing and she held the other handler as she jumped into the void with no fear while the purse magically gave her a life-cord until she was far away from the line of spells and bullets for her to apparate herself away…

Their missions were half done; now they only had to go and claim the Dragon.

hoho first of all... miss figg and mr filtch... come on... say it, you love them together LOOOL

sooo what u think guys? hermione punished the hot Cormac and harry took down the stupid death eater spawns, and draco is approaching... ooooh we're going to have some action in chapie 3, and we have a prophesy about these two and Voldemort... what u think of it guys? i'm breathless to know your opinion, is it worthy? or should i give the story another hiatus for 2 more years? lol

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