Chapter 1:

Today was the third-year anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts. It was supposed to be a good day, evil was vanquished and a new world could begin. But Hermione Granger, one third of the golden trio and Gryffindor golden girl was having the worst day imaginable. Her boss Madame Edgecombe was working against her at every turn and Hermione hadn't accomplished any goal she had set her mind to when she started working at the ministry. She was never going to accomplish anything if she stayed in this dead-end job. Hermione needed some time to think things over, make a new plan and decide what she wanted to do with the rest of her life. She had chosen to spend her evening with a bottle of firewhiskey and a barmaid for company. She would get nice and truly pissed. Having a furious conversation with herself, Hermione slowly downed her glass. One glass became two and soon she wasn't even able to count anymore. It had all gone way to fast from that point on. The Gryffindor princess sat at the bar, giggling and wobbling, trying to figure out who she was talking to. The handsome man seemed entertained by her incessant blabbering and high-pitched voice.

Hermione's vision was blurry as she tried to focus on the gorgeous man in front of her. All she could make out was his dark skin, his icy blue eyes and his full lips. Every time he talked, she couldn't help but stare at his lips. Until there came a time in which she thought they were literally inviting her in. Hermione breached the gap between them and planted her lips firmly on those of the stranger. It took him a few seconds before he could respond. As Hermione was pulling away, slightly hurt by the inaction of the man, he pulled her back towards him and kissed her back feverishly. He seemed to be a man starved of oxygen, needing her kiss to survive. And that was all Hermione could remember of her drunken night.

Hermione woke up suddenly at daybreak, with a feeling of loss. It felt like something was missing. She couldn't remember how she had ended up in a bed, nor why she was sleeping in the nude.

There was a battle going on inside her head, a battle for attention. Her head clouded with sleep, asking her to give in and fall asleep again and a splitting headache trying to fight its way past her drunken stupor, were the contestants.

While trying to keep her eyes closed, she lifted her arms and grabbled for her wand. It should have been placed on the nightstand, as she always did before going to bed, but it wasn't. A dreadful panicky feeling came over Hermione. This is not a good start of the day, naked, sore and without a wand, she thought. It was now or never, she had to look around, she needed to take action, maybe overpower her captors? But when she looked around through hazy eyes, there was only familiarity. "I must have been more drunk than I thought!" She mumbled to herself. Several questions started swirling through Hermione's brain: What happened? Who was it? Why can't I remember? Where has my wand gone? How did I end up here? Holding one hand to her head, she got op from the bed, almost blindly feeling her way to the bathroom to get some hangover potion. The ache between her thighs told her more than some innocent drinking had taken place last night, and immediately her brain went in overdrive.

Other, less pressing, questions came later on that day. But as for now her brain was spinning with alcohol and worry, sleep and pain. Hermione was so preoccupied that she almost walked into the bathroom door. Keeping her eyes firmly closed, she opened the door and went inside, feeling her way to the sink. There should be a hangover-potion around here somewhere, the golden girl thought. And when her hands finally closed around a stoppered bottle, she released a grateful sigh. The hangover-potion took immediate effect, her head cleared somewhat and she could now open her eyes to look into the bright light and check for injuries.

And as she stood completely naked in front of the mirror, there were two things that stood out to her. One, there was a large tattoo on the left side of her body. It made its way from her shoulder to the left side of her ribs. Also, it moved. And two, the whole of her body looked thoroughly fucked. She had bite marks on her neck and shoulder, between her thighs and on her chest, a (otherwise probably cute) blush coloured her cheeks and bosom and her pussy was still dripping wet. Trying not to notice how thoroughly satisfied she looked, she tried to study the tattoo that marred her body.

Studying the tattoo in detail, Hermione recognised the two main characters. Her shoulder blade was filled with the large flapping wings of an eagle. And not just any eagle too, it was a majestic Golden eagle, with its chocolate brown colour and golden finish around its head and belly. Its wings stretched out over her shoulder and the bird seemed to be in flight and in pursuit of pray. On her ribcage the second animal was pictured, a silver fox. It was grey and white in colour with bright blue eyes. The fox sat proud and unfazed by the eagle, playfully snapping up at it at regular intervals. New questions entered her mind and not for the first time she wondered what had happened last night. Hermione gently stroked the tattoo wondering what it meant and why she would ever even get a tattoo. Even more questions arose in Hermione's head. She had to concede, the tattoo fit her perfectly, but that didn't mean she wanted it. However, for now she would just cover it up and that would have to do. The golden girl started feeling around for her wand, suddenly remembering that it was just not there, just like it hadn't been on her nightstand. A slight panic overcame her once again.

Forgetting she was completely nude, Hermione ran into the hall and toward the kitchen, looking everywhere for her wand. In the hallway she found something else instead. A crisp white t-shirt was hanging from the lampshade. It looked as though it was a man's size and so she picked it up, smelled it and then folded it. The smell triggered an intense happy feeling to go through her body. But why did she not remember whom the smell belonged to? Hermione ventured further into the living room, hoping there wouldn't be any more surprises waiting for her. Oh how wrong she was. There was a stray man's sock somewhere near the bar and she found her dress pooled right inside the front door. Her bra and knickers were still nowhere to be found. Luckily, the golden girl found her wand on the coffee table. "I wish I could remember what happened last night." Hermione muttered to herself as she made some coffee to start off the day.

This was the day she was going to quit her job, she was turning her life around. The drunken night had given her the insight she needed. She needed happiness, fun and something she loved, not a dead-end job at the ministry, a job with no prospects, almost no pay, that was extremely boring to boot. She was going to quit, as soon as she got into work that day.

It didn't take her long to get ready. The coffee in her system gave her the boost she needed for a quick shower and some magic to cover up the tattoo. But she was in for a surprise when neither concealment charms nor make-up charms worked. Hermione even tried muggle concealer which failed as well. It seemed like she was stuck with it.

When she was ready, Hermione apparated to the ministry and got into the elevator to the sixth level where the Floo Network Authority offices lay. Hermione had always wanted a job in the ministry, changing the world and fighting for equal rights. It had been the second wizarding war that made her resolve to change the world even greater. She had been told that the position she was currently in, was an entry-level position and she could work her way up from there. But in the two years she had been with the department, nothing had changed. She had tried to pass several new bills, but they all came back with a big red REJECTED stamped on the front. She was sick and tired of not accomplishing anything and wanted to do something else with her life.

She strutted out the elevator, humming a happy tune. She was going to quit and she was happy about it too. "Good morning Isabelle!" she said to the receptionist with a smile, "Is Madame Edgecombe in her office please?"

"Oh yes miss Granger, I'll tell her you'll be right in then, shall I?" The receptionist answered. Hermione nodded in response and made her way to the boss' office. After a quick knock and a shouted "Come in!" Hermione stood in front of her boss Madame Edgecombe.

"Madame, I'm here to turn in my resignation, I'll be out of your hair within the hour." Hermione said.

"YOU WHAT?" The angry looking woman shouted, "You ungrateful little brat. I will make sure you will be banned from working at the ministry, leaving without cause and without the time to find a replacement. You unreliable little swot." An evil gleam came over the elderly woman and she added: "You will have great difficulty finding a job as of now, miss Granger." And as she spat out Hermione's name, Hermione calmly looked her in the eye and replied: "Who said I would ever want to step foot into the ministry again?" And she left the baffled woman behind her as she turned to leave the office. "I hope to never see you again, if I ever do, it will be too soon." Hermione added for good measure and than proceeded to close the door behind her and walk to her office to clean it out.

As she put all her belongings into boxes – brought for exactly this occasion, Hermione started to whistle a tune under her breath. It didn't take long for her to pack up her office. There were few personal items she had taken with her to decorate her office. She looked at the muggle photograph of Harry, Ron and her, remembering the good times and the bad. "I wish I could talk to them!" she mumbled to herself.

Maybe I should try to contact them with the mirror Harry gave me? I could really use a good friend right now.

Disclaimer:

I did not invent Harry Potter. I do not make money off this story.
I just use the characters to play with.

Disclaimer2:

This plot bunny has been stuck in my brain for forever. So here it is on the page. I hope you like it. It might get worse before it gets better though.
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Love x. Saphire.