A/N- WOW chapter 4 already! I'm really, really liking this story. Should I warn you about Ron bashing? Thus far it's pretty mild. Just a quick reminder- I don't own Harry Potter and only play with JKR's characters for my own (and hopefully your) amusement. I jinxed myself last night; writing the lyrics to "You Can't Always Get What You Want" led to the song entering my head and I found myself singing it in the shower this morning.

A panting Harry Potter collapsed on the ground. This was day six of their training and after making him do thirty crunches, thirty pushups, and then run five laps around the track in the Surprisingly spacious backyard he felt ready to die. Hermione was faring no better. They both felt like one giant bruise. Initially both teens had liked Mark and Grant. Now they were convinced that the two agents were actually evil.

"Tomorrow you two get a free day," Grant said, "you can relax in the pool if you want; we won't oppose it."

"A day in the pool with my girlfriend? I can only hope I can still move," Harry gasped out. It was hard to sound snarky or sarcastic when your lungs were struggling for air.

Mark looked at Grant, "Now or next week?"

"They've been pretty good so far. We should reward them."

Mark nodded and spoke, "You two, there's a hot tub in the house in a hidden room. You can both use it. It will relax your muscles and if you add a healing potion to the water it should take care of any strained muscles."

"That sounds like heaven," Hermione mumbled, eyes closed as she tried to will her body to breathe.

"Yeah," Harry nodded. Their trainers helped them up and then the two teens leaned on one another to enter the house.

Grant looked at Mark, "By this time next week they'll be fine."

"Definitely," he nodded. "This will just be a distant memory by then. I'll go get them that potion. They could certainly use it."

"We don't want them injured," Grant nodded. "I'll brief the Grangers on their status."

The hot tub looked great and the two removed their clothes. Mark had said they'd have to be nude for the potion to work and after Hermione spent three minutes assuring a flustered Harry it'd be okay they had undressed slowly. More because of sore muscles than any shyness. They entered the hot tub, then Hermione uncorked the potion and added it to the water. They both relaxed and sighed in contentment as the hot water soothed their muscles. "You are incredibly beautiful," Harry said, smiling at her.

She blushed, "Thank you Harry." She inhaled the scents of the potion, "This feels good."

"Oh yeah," he rested his head on the head rest, "I might even be able to bend after this."

Hermione laughed and Harry grinned. They'd both been using humor to lighten up the pain they'd been in for the past almost week. Once she composed herself she looked at him, "Did I tell you that I knew Dumbledore was reading my letters to you?"
He shook his head, "He was intercepting them and reading them?"

She nodded, "He'd reseal it but he overlooked something obvious. I never sent you letters in a wax seal. He couldn't seal it magically so he used wax to do so. But I could tell. So I began a game. I would send you letters about just random things. Snape's a bastard, Malfoy is a pig, Ron is delusional for thinking I would ever want to be in a relationship with him; basic things. Then for the last letter, since my plan to get you out was in progress, I sent him some of the lyrics to 'You Can't Always Get What You Want' by The Rolling Stones. Obviously not the chorus, but the first and second verses. I take great delight in the fact that he no doubt had no clue what that letter was about." Harry was laughing so hard she stopped talking.

When he eventually pulled himself together, which was difficult because taunting Dumbledore with the fact that he couldn't always get what he wanted was without a doubt the best prank he'd ever heard of and his Hermione was the prankster, Harry leaned over and kissed her, "I love you so much Hermione. That is bloody brilliant." She returned the kiss which led to Harry moving to her. No reason to add strained neck to the list of sore muscles and body parts.

How Harry kept his hands to himself in that hot tub would always be a mystery to him. He'd felt really good after thirty minutes in the tub. Mark had told them to stay in it for an hour and they had. When they got out Harry had admired his girlfriend's body, much to her pleasure. She pulled him to her, "You are very tempting," she nipped at his ear, "I love you."

"Well so are you when you do that," he shuddered as her hand moved over his bare chest, "our relationship is pretty intense isn't it?"

"Only because our feelings for one another are," she said, moving away to slide into her dressing gown. "And it's in a good way, Harry. We're a good couple together."

"No arguments here," he moved to her and slid his arms around her waist, "I feel much better now."

She was about to kiss him when Mark entered the room, "Ragnok has requested a meeting with you two. Apparently some other Muggleborns have sent letters to Hermione seeking help. We've run them against the list and they never got a knut."

Harry sighed and pecked her on the cheek before putting on his own dressing gown, "We need showers first to wash off the potion."

"We also need to eat lunch. Can we meet Ragnok after lunch?"

Mark nodded, "He said at your leisure. I told him you were recovering from your workout. He's offering goblin tutelage as well for the both of you. This would be under contract to MI5."

"What do you think?" Harry asked as they exited the room with him.

"I think you should do it. Other agents can tutor you but the goblins are better at it. Plus they know more than we do. He also got another horcrux."

"Which one?"

"He found a locket belonging to Salazar Slytherin in Grimmauld Place."

"Four down then," Harry smirked. "I think the others will be harder to find."

"No doubt," Hermione nodded. "Come on, we're sharing a shower." Harry's eyes widened before lighting up with lust and desire. Mark just shook his head as they left. He'd known Hermione was special when he met her; it stood to reason that the young man she was in love with also was special. But seeing them go from serious students and focused agents to fun-loving and horny teens was a very amusing experience.

Harry had a very big grin after their shower together, which complimented Hermione's smug expression beautifully. A quick lunch was had before they headed to the floo to go see Ragnok. The goblin in question smiled at them when they arrived, "Always a pleasure to see such fine allies to the goblin nation. You look refreshed."

"Hot tub and shower are good for the soul," Harry said. Hermione gave him a saucy wink and his face flushed.

Ragnok laughed at their antics, "I have for you some information. First, another horcrux has been found and destroyed. We have reason to believe there are three more."

"So seven total?"

"Yes but only six are on purpose," Ragnok said.

Hermione frowned, "Well we knew Harry was an accident. What do we do now?"

"For now we will continue the search. Once they're destroyed everything will be much easier. I do have reports on the wizarding world. Given the implications of someone in the Order of the Phoenix being at Gringotts when people are being paid fraudulently through Harry's old accounts we have brought Bill Weasley in as a spy for us on them. It's either that or he loses his job and his life. Whether he is a party to it or not he should have known the funds were coming from somewhere. Weasley knows nothing about the two of you or that the funds have moved into a different vault. We are keeping him on a tight leash."

The teens nodded. That made sense. Harry took Hermione's hand in his and squeezed it. She smiled. Four horcruxes down, three to go, and the goblins had a spy in the Order. It seemed almost too good to be true. Ragnok continued, "Now onto the muggleborns seeking help. None of them were ever paid by Dumbledore and they are looking for help to get out of the magical world and away from the headmaster and the Death Eaters. Since your 'disappearance' in the world they think you might be able to help them."

Hermione looked at Harry, "What do you think?"

Harry thought about it before answering, "Our new friends should be able to assist, somewhat. We can't take them in but maybe we could get a note to them through an agent."

Ragnok smiled. These two were quite wonderful. So gracious and generous, but with strong moral fibers of their own. "If your agency can acquire a compound, even using a former military base, we goblins will ward it for free. We can even take care of some training, which we will have to charge for."

"I'll pay for it," Harry said. "We'll all need new, untraceable wands. Do you know any wandmakers?"

Ragnok's smile turned predatory as he nodded his head, "Custom wands will be more powerful and we can supply you with some special wand holsters that will remain invisible so you can easily access your wand. We have a few people we deal with for our own human employees."

"We don't plan on using our wands for very much, but having them as a backup might help," Hermione nodded. "Can the agency contact you regarding the Muggleborns?"

"They certainly can," Ragnok nodded, "I have not had council with wizards in the magical world ever. My only connections are with squibs and magical humans such as yourselves." Harry smiled. Magical human sounded so much better than wizard or witch to him and Hermione. They preferred that term very much. Both of them looked at magical ability as an immutable part of a human being that, while adding a dimension to a person, by no means made one superior to others. Like race or sexuality, it simply made a person different. "I will send you on your way for now. We both have much work to do. And might I say, Harry, you look much better without the scar."

"Thank you Ragnok. I recently stopped needing my glasses too. Those potions are pretty great." Harry smiled and the couple stood, saying goodbye to Ragnok before returning home. They had much work to do before their free day tomorrow.

Dumbledore was, for once, unsure of what to do. He was missing two high profile students. The third member of the trio, one spy by the name of Ronald Bilius Weasley, didn't know where they were. He didn't even know the prophecy. Albus wished that there'd been an intelligent Weasley Harry's age, but he had to make do with Ronald whose only goals in life seemed to be food, quidditch, food, chess, food, and girls.

But Dumbledore's problems grew worse. He could no longer access the Order's headquarters and when he'd tried to spend some money from Harry's vault the transaction had been refused. He'd tried several times, only to receive a refusal each time. Then he'd tried his own vault and that had also failed to work. Growing angry he'd gone to Gringotts only to be told by the goblins that Mr. Potter's vaults were empty. When asking about his own he'd been told that due to financial irregularities in Mr. Potter's vaults all vaults that had received money from the Potter vaults were currently frozen due to investigation.

Now he was sweating. That meant none of the Order could access their money. Dumbledore was stuck. The greater good demanded that Harry Potter die, so using Harry Potter's money for the war against Voldemort made sense. After all, Harry wouldn't live long enough to have an heir so that money should go to those that knew better. Like Albus himself.

Could Harry know about the withdrawals? Could he have fled the country with his gold and Hermione Granger? The sinking feeling in Albus' stomach grew. This was not good. Not good at all.

A/N2- Coming next chapter: Dean Thomas and others escape from the grip of Albus 'Greater Good' Dumbledore, Harry celebrates his sixteenth birthday, cool special wands are made special for our favorite couple, and Dumbledore begins to get asked questions he doesn't have the answers to.