Own Nothing.

Four:


Hermione was closing up the store after a busy day, she was worn out and tired. There was so many people today in the shop she felt like she was going to die. Now she had to spend another two hours putting everything into the books for inventory. She loved magic, which guarded her shop from harm, protecting it from evil, letting her know if someone unwanted was in her store. She was cleaning up the children section when her wards alerted her someone had entered the store. "We're closed, please come back tomorrow!" She from the back.

"Oh, but I so need a good book!" A familiar voice rang out. She glanced up, setting the toys back in the bin before walking to the front. The man stood there in a nice, tailored suit, his hand folded out in front of him, smiling a charming smile. "Good evening Miss Granger, I hope I'm not intruding."

"I did say I was closed." Hermione tilted her head at the man, she only met him a few times, very brief minutes for each, but she knew who he was. "It's nice to see you again Jim...you clean up nicely." Hermione stood in front of him, "but I doubt your real name is Jim."

"You are clever, I've been watching you, you like to watch people. I can see it in your eyes that you didn't trust me the moment when we first met."

"You don't really look like a Jim." Hermione stated.

"Aww, and who do you think I look like?" He stepped forward, they were only a foot across, Hermione leaning against the front desk.

"You're men outside, are probably getting cold, do you normally bring out your own snipers everywhere you go. Pretty big entourage for someone so small." She gave him a small smile.

"You are observant." He smirked.

"Like you said, I watch people, and I know you've caught me watching you. Is that why you're here?" She stopped, tilting her head the other way, stepping forward, she closed the gap between them a little more. She was not going to let him think he had the upper hand. "Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes is who you're after and probably John to, they're a package deal."

"And are you included in the package Miss Granger?"

"That cost extra plus shipping and handling." She joked. "Who are you really?"

"Haven't you figured it out yet? You do spend time with them."

Hermione laughed. "Are you serious? When I'm not here working and doing inventory for my other three stores. I'm at home sleeping. The times you actually see me with them is when John is 'conveniently' in the area to make sure both Sherlock and I take breaks to eat."

"So other then living with them, you really don't have anything to do with them?" He asked.

"When they come home sometimes and are pretty banged up, I help fix them up and I annoy Sherlock when I can. They remind me of my old friends from school." She smiled at the memories.

"Were you protective of your friends?" He drew out the last word.

"Very." She was serious, this man was making a threat to the two men she lived with. "After all if anything would have happened to them, I would be out two-thirds of the rent."

"That would be a pity."

"It would."

"You're a smart woman Miss Granger, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Like I said, work and sleep." She replied.

"Do you call your old friends on your mobile?" He asked.

"I don't even own a mobile. Nor a computer, I was raised off of technology, I was taught to do everything by hand."

"Really? What kind of school was that?"He asked.

"One, in Scotland. Why do you assume it was a school?" She asked.

"You're parents were dentists, they would have to use technology." He stepped away. "I think that I have all that I need." He stretched out his hand. "Until we meet again Miss. Granger." He winked, heading to the door.

"Do you plan on telling me your name?" She asked, turning to watch him leave.

He stopped, not turning around. "You'll know soon enough." He left.


It was the next morning and Hermione trudged her way upstairs in another oversize jumper and girl's boxer shorts. Her feet were cold so she had on knee high socks. She was pulling her hair into a pony tail as she walked into the kitchen. "Morning." She greeted, making a new pot of tea. "Did you crack the case?"

"Yes." John replied smiling, looking up from her lap top where he was writing his blog.

"So why is Sherlock upset?" She asked, bringing them both a cup, her tea always seemed to taste better then theirs, so they designated the tea making to her.

"Because Moriarty hasn't made his next move yet." Sherlock growled from his phone.

There was a knocked on the door, Mrs. Hudson walked in. "Hermione dear, a man dropped this off for you, said it is what you ordered." She handed Hermione the small box, wrapped in paper.

"But I didn't order anything." Hermione stated, staring down at the box. She tried to think back to see is she ordered anything. She didn't have a computer so Sherlock couldn't have used it to get something online. She used Gringotts still and bought her things with cash or in diagon alley. So what was this?

"Maybe it is from Moriarty!" Sherlock jumped up and tried to take the box from her.

"No." Hermione stepped back, almost allowing Sherlock to fall to the ground. "Give me a logical explantation why your little evil super villain would send me a present when I am in no form in relation to you or you capturing him?"

"You live here!" He shouted, trying again.

"That's isn't a good enough answer. This is probably from Harry or Ron for my birthday. It was last week."

"You said you don't talk to your friends!" Sherlock shouted.

"Why didn't you say your birthday was last week?" John asked at the same time, both caring about two different things.

"One, I don't celebrate it, it isn't something I want to remember and two we still send gifts to each other." She rolled her eyes.

"Just give me the blasted box!" Sherlock shouted.

"You will not raise your voice at me, love. Go sit down in your chair and sulk Mr. Holmes." Hermione turned, grabbing her tea and walked out of the room and downstairs to her own.

"I find it funny how she's endearing one moment with you and then acts like a mother the next." John chuckled, reading the paper.

"I hate that bloody woman sometimes." Sherlock growled, sitting down in his chair.

"You still obeyed her."

Hermione sat on her bed, the cup of tea on her night stand as she looked at the box. She lightly began to tear off the paper, careful as she uncovered the box. It was a mobile box. Confused, she opened the box to use the newest iphone already charge and with a new message. "What the?"

She clicked on the message as she studied the phone. The message popped up in a little blue talk bubble.

Call me sometime

-M

She knew who he was.