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Mission Model

Chapter One: A New Mission

Hermione Granger quickly changed out of her runway clothes after the show. She glowed with pride after a well-done show. Although Hermione had been modeling for almost two years, she still couldn't believe that it was her job.

Hermione had graduated at the top of her class. After graduation, everyone had expected her to use all of her knowledge to get a high paying job at the Ministry or train as an auror along side Harry and Ron, her long-time best friends. But that wasn't her passion or calling. She had been dreaming of modeling since she was still a stuffy, little, bookworm. Hermione had decided to follow her heart instead of doing what everyone had expected of her.

Hermione peered through he crowd in search if her old school professors. She was curious as to why they were here. Hermione's logical side took over and she began panicking. What if something happened to Harry, Ron, of another member of the Order? She hurried the pace of her searching until she came upon Professors Dumbledore, Snape, and McGonagal. 'Wow, it must be important if Snape was brought along' thought Hermione.

"Why hello Ms. Granger, it is wonderful to see you again," cCried Dumbledore. Although the headmaster was always sad when his students graduated, Hermione was different. He wanted her to go out into the world and do something good. Hermione was his prized pupil. He was proud in knowing that he had aided in the nurturing of the great mind that the girl, no, woman possessed.

Dumbledore was about to speak but his words were halted by the entrance of another. The woman ran up to Hermione and pounced on her. She gave her the biggest hug ever, which was a shocking display of emotion for a woman of her stature.

"Hermione darling, you did a marvelous job tonight. Though, you do wonderful every show!" exclaimed the surprisingly gentile voice of the one and only Narcissa Malfoy. The two slightly younger professors stared at them, mouths agape. The wisest of them just grinned at he two women whose arms were intertwined.

"Severus, Minerva, you'll catch flies if you keep your mouths open long enough, you know," she responded to the two gaping faces.
"Wh-When did you two get so-friendly?" inquired Snape.

"Well, after school, I began modeling. One day, Narcissa came up to me and told me that I had done a fabulous job. Then she looked at me curiously. She asked if we had ever met before because I looked familiar. I told her that I was Hermione Granger and I had gone to school with Draco."

Narcissa took over, "When she had provided me with her name, I instantly knew who she was. I had said 'Oh, you are the one who gave Draco that nasty punch in his face. You really put him in his place.'"

Hermione resumed the role of speaking and finished, "Since then, we have become increasingly close, and Narcissa has come to everyone of my shows."

"That's very nice," said Snape, a little bemused, "But I have something to tell you, Miss Granger. If you please," He directed Hermione to ama less crowed corner.

"Did you need something, Sir?" asked Hermione.

"I have something very important to tell you. Well, hmmm, how do I say this? Let me ask you something first. What is your mother's maiden name?"

"Well, I… It's… Hmmm, I don't really know Sir," responded Hermione.

"I, in fact, do know." She raised her eyebrows at this. 'How does he know when I don't even know?'

"It happens to be," continues the greasy-haired man, "Snape."

"WHAT!" Hermione screeched so loudly that everybody in the room turned to the source of noise. Dumbledore walked over to them with Narcissa and Minerva trailing behind him.

"Am I right in assuming that Severus has told you?" Hermione just nodded. "I think that I will just wait until you and your uncle finish talking then." Everyone went back to what they were previously doing. When there it was only Hermione and Snape left, Hermionethe female asked a question. "How is this possible?"

"First of all, you aren't a muggle-born, you're a pureblood. I think that you have already gathered that though," She said nothing. Snape continued, "Your mother and father are both squibs. In pureblood families almost always, if you happen to produce a squib, they are disowned."

"Um, okay. One more question, did you know that I was your niece?" Hermione questioned him.

"Yes."

"Then why did you always treat me so terribly in class?" she asked angrily.

"I couldn't just be nice to one Gryffindor while I was horrid to the rest of the lot, could I?" Hermione nodded in understanding.

Then Hermione grinned rather widely. "Can I call you Uncle Sev?" requested Hermione over-sweetly.

"I suppose," Snape answered hesitantly. "Oh, and I forgot to tell you. Now that you know about your family heritage, you can claim your inheritance. While the portion from your mother's side. Ahem, our side, is substantial, the inheritance that you received from your father's side must exceed even the Malfoy's by now. Hermione, you have also inherited two house elves. They are Twinky and Binky."

Severus signaled to Professor Dumbledore that they were done. The kind headmaster also had something important to tell the bright, young woman.

"Miss Granger, how are you taking the news?"

"I'm taking it quite well, actually. I now understand why I never saw any of my extended family."

"That's very good. Now, the reason for us coming here, other than what Severus has told you, is about the Order. We have a mission for you. We, we being the Order, think that Voldemort is rallying troops in America. I'd like you to go over and find out as much as you can. Maybe even capture a few."

Hermione didn't even hesitate with her answer. "Just tell me when, where, and my cover story."

Dumbledore was shocked. Ms. Granger was really taking her duties to the Order, and Harry, very seriously.

Hermione caught the shocked look on the older man's face. "Sir, don't act so surprised. I am ready to get this war over with. I will do anything to help Harry defeat that vile man. Plus," she said nonchalantly, "I haven't gotten into any life-threatening situations in the past couple of years."

Dumbledore grinned at her last sentence. Hermione had always been the witty one. He became serious once more. "You are going to be leaving in one week and living in a little town outside New York City. Your cover is that you just got a job for Victoria's Secrets. Like Narcissa any pureblood witch or wizard would be in attendance at the high class fashions shows, whether muggle or not. So, you will be free to model even in America. You and your 'boyfriend' have just moved there because of your job."

Hermione nodded along with Dumbledore but stopped when he said boyfriend.

"Who is my 'boyfriend' going to be?" Hermione made quotation marks with her fingers as she said boyfriend.

"Mhm Mhmhm," mumbled Dumbledore.

"Come again?"

"I said, Draco Malfoy." Hermione's jaw dropped.

"Sir, just one small question: Why Malfoy? I know that he is good now but it's still Malfoy," complained the distraught girl.

"The Malfoy name is even known in America. He will be able to get in with the pureblood crowd and attain more valuable information for the Order."

Hermione took a minute to evaluate the situation. Was it worth living with Malfoy, him of all people, for goodness who knows how long? Yes, she decided. If it means helping Harry, the Order, and the whole world, it was worth it.

"Okay," Hermione sighed, "I'll do it."

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A/N: I want to apologize for not putting this chapter on the site with my prologue. I had it all typed up but I forgot to enter it on Fan Fiction. Anyway, better late than never!