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BEFORE YOU READ: It just occurred to me that I didn't really give you guys character profiles of Hermione's character (i.e. not Emma Watson). So, after much consideration and a bit of debating with my Beta, I've decided to cast Phoebe Tonkin as Hermione. Hermione's mom is Rochelle Aytes and old zaddy Howard is Pierce Brosnan. She suggested recasting Bucky as well, but I haven't decided on that yet.
Anyway, here is the much-awaited next chapter...
"Sister?" The woman nearly choked on her champagne. Hermione could tell the woman desperately wanted to break composure, but just like those pureblood society women, she wouldn't dare.
Tony continued nonchalantly, as though he didn't just reveal something that would be plastered on every newsstand, social media site, and entertainment channel.
"Yeah. Apparently, Howard was a lot better at keeping secrets than I was." He chuckled and waved a hand about idly. "And she's definitely inherited the Stark genes. She's a freaking brainiac! Seriously, ask her any question."
"Well, isn't that just darling. I'm sure you're happy to finally reunite. How long have you known of one another? How did you two reconnect?"
But a tall man with balding hair came over and slapped Tony's shoulder jovially.
"Tony. I see you've finally come out of hiding—and with a gorgeous dame on your arm! Although, why I expected anything less is a mistake on my part." The man guffawed.
Hermione cringed at the man's insinuation.
"Actually, she's my—"
"I'm his sister, Mr. -?" Hermione held out a hand gently, her palm facing down, giving a soft grin.
The man's eyes widened and immediately bent to grasp her hand to kiss it. Hermione held back a sneer at the pervy glint his eye and the way his chapped lips grazed the back of her hand.
"Crenshaw. Mr. Crenshaw, Miss. And you are?"
"Hermione. Hermione Stark."
"Excuse me, Ms. Stark. I wasn't aware that Howard had a daughter."
"Yes, well I wasn't aware of my lineage either. Not until my parents passed and I began looking into genetics. I already knew that the man I called my father, wasn't mine biologically. Short story short, I meet the Tony Stark and it's just been magical since." Hermione smirked.
Mr. and Mrs. Laventhaugh hadn't moved from their spots and their eyes widened at the new information. Mr. Crenshaw seemed to struggle between listening to who this strange and beautiful young woman was and staring at the curves her dress outlined.
Tony watched amazed at the way Hermione worked the crowd. More people throughout the night gravitated towards them, half bewitched by her looks and wanting to know who she was and to find out why Tony had been away so long. But the minute Hermione opened her mouth it was as though he no longer existed.
Stuffy old men who usually stand around looking grumpy and half-constipated next to their wives were now gazing enraptured as Hermione told tales of her times in the military or about the research she was considering doing with Stark Industries. Women who by now would have usually been standing in small circles gossiping idly about those not in attendance, were now surrounding her, smiling genuinely and engaging in conversations.
She had a charisma that he normally would have attributed as being inherited from the Stark line, but not even he possessed the charm to capture a room full of people so easily and without working hard for it. She effortlessly glided around the room, he now on her arm, and smiling politely and answering any questions people threw at her, all while not revealing a thing too much.
Something that he didn't want to think too deeply about.
He knew he wouldn't like the answer his slightly larger than average brain would come up with.
"You must tell me where you got this dress from. It is absolutely to die for." A woman whose name he forgot as soon as she introduced herself, fawned.
Hermione looked down at herm evening gown. Somehow Tony found a dress not only in her size, but fit just like a glove, accentuating the curves she had not noticed she'd grown since she came to America.
After being on the run with Harry and Ron for all those months, left her body traumatized. She was scarily thin, having had to ration a month's worth of food she had for six months. She used appetite suppressing spells she found in a beauty book she received from Parvati for Yule in fifth year. Her body had become so used to surviving on so little that even after the final battle she never really recovered her original body weight, and eating normal amounts of food made her sick.
But since she's been living with Tony, she hasn't found herself getting sick since the first night she moved in. Tony took it upon himself to always suggest "family" meals, which consisted of them ordering takeout and watching a movie. Vision put a stop to that quickly and learned how to cook, making them homemade meals every night. She had a sneaking suspicion that they were trying to fatten her up but couldn't find it in herself to be angry at their sneaky habits. Instead she visited Tony's gym often, toning up the proteins her body had been taking in and turning them into muscle.
The outcome of all of this led to Hermione having curves in places she had only seen on the prettiest models in Sirius' Playwizard. Her breasts were now nearly a cup size fuller, which frankly unnerved her seeing as her mother never had such large breasts. And while she couldn't quite be called buxom, they were no longer a feature of hers that. Also, her hips flared out from her naturally small waist, which Hermione couldn't find that she minded seeing as it gave her an advantage in fighting. She had been doing a lot of cardio and weightlifting recently, which was starting to really tone her legs, arms, and abdomen, but what was the biggest shock was the fact that her ass, which wasn't a feature she had ever noticed (and guys never pointed out), was now round and very full. Having an ass like hers isn't something that is really praised as heavily in the small wizarding community; wizards being more fascinated with witches with large breasts, or overall petite and waif figures. But in America, Hermione found herself the victim of many a men's stares whenever Tony (and Vision) could convince her to leave the house and get some fresh air.
Which brought her back to the present. The dress Tony had found somehow found a way to highlight each and every one of these new but highly welcome physical traits. It was a forest green (No, the irony was not lost on her) mermaid-style dress. The top portion was off the shoulder and had a short but sharp plunging neckline. The bandaged-style gave the illusion of cutouts in the front, and the back of the dress stopped just above her ass, leaving a large portion open.
"I actually do not know. Tony bought it for me."
"It's an original piece by a new up and coming designer." Tony shrugged casually, having perfected the I-have-more-money-and-connections-than-you drawl. The woman ooh-ed at her while the men tried not give more than an appropriate once-over in front of their wives.
"What do you two do all day besides build things?" A young woman with far-away baby blue eyes asked.
"Actually, Tony doesn't exactly allow me to build anything in his lab. It's practically his baby. Frankly, I'm barely allowed to touch anything."
The small group laughed at her. She was only half joking.
"It's only because she has a tendency to make my tech malfunction. She's caused no less than 4 fires in my lab." Tony lifted his nearly empty glass.
"Three fires! One was your fault." Hermione exclaimed, holding up a finger.
"She's also extremely stubborn. She'll argue you down until you're blue in the face. Watch out for this one," Tony pointed at Hermione, who glared at him playfully.
"Oh please, I have yet to meet another man as stubborn as Tony. He'd make arguing with a child look like sport."
The crowd couldn't get enough of the banter between the two siblings. Their heads bouncing between the two, periodically laughing and smiling at the exchange. A lot of them never having seen Tony this relaxed and carefree before.
"Not too long ago, he took me to Disney World and—"
A loud explosion cut off whatever she was about to say next. Screams filled the air as the large, elaborately decorated doors splintered open. Glass shards and dispersed in the air. From what could be seen, a few bodies were lain on the ground near the entrance, but the dark smoke that entered the hall made it difficult to see clearly.
Everything felt like it was in slow motion for Hermione. Muggles could not detect the change in magical charge in the atmosphere. But Hermione could feel it practically stabbing at her aura. The intruders were magical, and Hermione would bet every galleon in her account (If Umbridge did not get rid of it) that whoever these people were: A) Not friendly and B) were after her.
She felt rather than saw Tony change into his iron man suit. The hand that immediately gripped her arm changed from fleshy to metal. The clinking of the metal and whooshing of the suit covering his body were vaguely heard. She felt herself being lifted and deposited somewhere out of the way.
Flashes of light and dark outlines of bodies could just barely be made out through the smoke and chaos. People ran around, tripping and falling over one another, trying to get to cover. Hermione pulled off the ring on her right index finger and thought of the incantation that changed her ring into her wand. Her 11 and ¼ inch beechwood wand with sphinx fur core sprang to life and the distinct energy that ran throughout her body livened her and sprung her into action.
She instantly cooled her body temperature to make sure that Tony could not detect her movements through the darkness of the room. The subtle movements of her wand caused anyone near the dark wizards and witches to slide out of the way. She erected a subtle but strong shield around the room, excluding the intruders.
A loud cackle went out through the room that made her tense, and a disturbing signal to shoot down her spine. She's heard that evil cackle before.
"Ickle little Mudblood," she sung patronizingly. "Come out, come out wherever you scurried to."
The off-key tone of her baby-like voice made her cringe.
She shot out a spell that caused a single flash within the room, highlighting the disturbing face of Bellatrix Lestrange. Her cackled filled the room again. She saw Tony's armor reflection briefly out of her peripheral, clearing the room of the stragglers and shooting beams of energy in general directions. The magic had to have been interfering with his suit.
"This ends tonight, you stupid bitch," she muttered to herself.
Hermione aimed her wand in the direction she last saw Bellatrix and casted the strongest impedimenta jinx, to slow her down.
A cry of frustration echoed in the room.
"Is that the best you have. You think that will STOP ME?! YOU WILL GET EVERYTHING THAT YOU DESERVE SOON YOU DIRTY LITTLE WITCH!"
Hermione focused on the sound her shouts and channeled all of her energy into the next curse she sent, an original she had been practicing on her own.
"Cor meum fragorium."
Hermione could just make out a gasp in the loudness of the turmoil in the room. Then the room began to clear out of smoke. She turned her head to see Tony doing something with his suit, either suctioning or blowing, and the smoky view dissipated.
There on the ground, in a black heap of fabric and inky curls, lay Bellatrix Lestrange's lifeless body.
The remaining intruders, while dressed in black and wearing masks that covered their face, did not look like the Deatheaters she was familiar with. Their clothes were more fitted, and looked almost muggle-like in appearance. They didn't have on robes and their pants were fitted. They wore black shirts, and their masks had no holes or cuts in them. She suspected they casted a one-way charm on them so they were able to see—ingenious really—and they stopped fighting at the sight of the prone figure on the floor. They spotted her, kneeling behind a column in the far end of the room, and immediately disapparated, soundlessly.
She wasn't aware of a form of apparition that didn't make a sound. Unless they were extremely powerful. A new group of powerful dark leaders that followed Bellatrix?
No...
Bellatrix is—was—evil and deranged, but she was no leader. Bellatrix was a natural follower. So, who was leading this new group of dark wizards? Maybe this was the underground group Harry mentioned. She needed to get in contact with him immediately. This would throw all of her plans off kilter.
"Hermione!"
She peeked around the column to see Tony landing. His suit moved to reveal his face.
"Are you okay? Were you hurt?"
She shook her head, unable to speak. Her mind was still whirring on the last few minutes. Her mind quickly analyzing everything that just took place and her next steps. She had to owl Luna and call D.
"Are you sure you weren't hit? I don't know what the hell just happened..." His voice trailed off as she heard the sirens of police and ambulances in the distance, but what really caught his attention was the faint whirring the auditory systems in his suit picked up.
He cursed under his breath and took a step closer to Hermione.
"FRIDAY, please tell me that the extra large heat and electromagnetic signature that I'm picking up isn't what I think it is."
"If you believe it to be Mr. Udaku's ship then I cannot tell you so. They landed behind building and were able to avoid detection due to their reflector shield."
Tony cursed. "Why didn't you tell me they were here." He searched around the room for the unwelcome company.
"I assumed you were quite busy at the moment. However next time I will inform you of less predatory beings in your vicinity when dealing with life threatening individuals." FRIDAY's dry, robotic voice chimed in his suit.
"Mr. Stark, what happened? We received a call about you needing our help here." T'Challa looked around the destroyed ballroom. Huddled in corners were crying men in women in torn outfits and smeared makeup. Some strewn motionless forms littered the ground, and shards of glass and splintered tables covered nearly every inch. But for so much destruction, blood, or the lack thereof set off his senses.
Police were successful in keeping reporters and paparazzi out of the building and quickly talking to witnesses.
"A warning call?" Tony stepped further in front of Hermione, hiding her view of the arrival of some of his old team members.
"They did not sound like our enemies. Or better yet, your enemy." Wanda spoke in her semi-broken English, making it very clear to the rest of them that she was still nowhere near a fan of Stark.
Tony ignored her.
"The person was very short in their instructions, but they did not sound antagonistic." T'Challa continued.
"It was most likely Fury." Tony concluded.
"I do not think they were male."
"Maria Hill then. Fury has a thing for her. Maybe they're shacking up now, who knows. There's no way she's not working for him undercover. And I know he likes to keep tags on his property."
"We are not his property." Steve interrupted harshly. Everyone in the group nearly held their breath at his words. It was obvious to everyone, excluding Hermione as she could only really hear what was happening, that Tony was pointedly ignoring Steve. But the tension could be felt by everyone, even her.
"Says America's most prized possession itself." Tony drawled, not looking at him.
"Tony."
"Look, it doesn't explain why you're all here now. I doubt that you received a call early enough to make that couple days trip here. You had to have been already on your way. And judging by the way Frozone over there seems be quietly taking in the room without the hint of panic, I'm going to say I'm not far off. So how long exactly have you all been planning on popping in to visit little old me?"
Nobody said anything at first. It was Hermione's shifting that caught Wanda's attention.
"Who is she?"
Everyone looked towards Hermione. Tony and T'Challa took in Tony's protective stance in front of Hermione. It was clear Tony knew the girl. And he wasn't all that keen on revealing any information about her.
"Why did you come here?" Tony adjusted himself so that she was no longer in view.
Wanda did not look away from Hermione. Hermione felt a small probing at the mental block she erected unconsciously when Bellatrix and her goons appeared. It wasn't nearly as strong as she would've have guessed from all of the things she knew about the witch.
Perhaps she wasn't trying all that hard, Hermione thought. No, it wouldn't do any of them any good if she tried to mentally manipulate Hermione at that moment to self-destruct. No, this would not be the most opportune moment. But another time would be.
Hermione would have to be more cautious around her. And probably the soldier too, judging by the way his eyes kept flickering to her. What was with this group of people. Were all Americans this distrustful? Or is it just the ones with unnaturally super strength, powers, and military capabilities? Maybe it's just Tony's connections.
T'Challa finally spoke. "Mr. Stark, there is trouble brewing."
Firefighters and policeman swarmed the hall, dispersing to still lit fires and injured people, respectively. News reporters and journalists were being held back outside of the venue by some officers.
"No, I always face people with sticks that can make things explode." Tony turned around to walk away from them. He wrapped an arm around Hermione's back, bringing her closer to his side. His body was tense beside her and he moved quickly towards the entrance where the flashing lights became too intense for Hermione and she covered her face. Tony swept her into his arms and told her to hold on as he took off into the air.
~BR~
Tony sat at his bar, suit now away and his sweatpants and tank top on, drinking a small glass of Brandy.
"Real mature Tony, just taking off like that," Sam Wilson strolled in off the elevator.
Tony sighed into his cup, causing the rim to fill with condensation. "I see you brought Big Bird with you."
"Falcon, Stark. It's the Falcon, okay?" Sam pointed a finger at him. T'Challa placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him. Wanda, Steve, and Bucky followed silently, looking around the extravagant penthouse.
"Tony, we just really wish you would hear us out. We get it, okay. We probably should have sent you a heads up about our arrival, but it was urgent. It's not like you replied to my letter or answered your phone." Steve pleaded.
"Who sends letters anymore?" Tony muttered to himself, still turned away from his unwelcome company.
Wanda jumped to Steve's defense. "Can you please pretend to care, Stark? You're not the only person who lost parents due to the indirect involvement of a man who proclaims himself to be a protector to innocent people! There are more urgent things we need to—"
Tony spun around in his barstool, "That's the thing, isn't it, though. I didn't come to Cap here, or ask any of you for help, now did I? And the difference between you and I, Twitchy Witchy, is that you had, what, twenty years to sit and stew over the fact that one of my inventions caused mental and emotional trauma for you. But I had less than a year, to get over mine. Not to mention, you and I, were never friends. You didn't trust that I would have your back, no matter how many times we argued and disagreed over how to handle situations. No...we weren't friends.
"I didn't know who you were. In retrospect," Tony laughed incredulously, "you were nothing more than a blip on my radar, actually. And technically, when my weapons were being sold to the bad guys, I had no idea about it. I was too concerned back then with getting drunk and getting laid. All I really did back then was sign a bunch of documents and trust the people that worked for me to have my back and continue the dream that my father first laid out when he created Stark Industries. And once again, I was betrayed by those who I thought had my back. But let's not relive all the moments that people who I believed cared about me and were my friends and confidants, stabbed me in the back.
"So, I apologize, Maximoff if something that I barely had control over, like my life and better yet my company, caused you decades worth of pain. I'm sorry, alright. I've tried to make amends for all the shit I've caused people. But Rogers and his friend Lucy* back there, they're just dicks. Mostly, Rogers, though." He shrugged. Wanda looked away, uncomfortable at Tony's hurt written so clearly on his face.
Steve flinched at the term. "I said—"
"I read your later, okay." Tony cut him off with the hand holding his Brandy.
"I'm picking up another brain signature." Wanda mentioned. "Is there someone else here?"
Tony didn't say anything, but he looked back at the hallway behind him. Hermione pattered into the room barefoot, only a towel covering her. She was applying something to her hair and wasn't paying attention. Her eyes seemed a bit far away.
"Tony, can we—" she noticed that they weren't alone.
"Whoa." Sam remarked, a bit taken back by the most naked woman standing in Tony's living room. He tried to look away to give her respect, like T'Challa and Steve did, but it was hard as she was a very beautiful woman.
Bucky looked up at the Sam's whispered astonishment. His eyes roamed over her figure. Her toes were small and painted a dark red. Her legs were mostly on show because of the length of the towel and Bucky tried not to spend too much time on the expanse of creamy caramel flesh. The towel that she pulled tightly around her body revealed the curves of her small frame that gave Bucky glimpses of a vague past where he was popular with those of the feminine variety. Her shoulders were small and droplets from the dark brown-nearly black wet ringlets hung loose from a high bun on her head. A round chin gave way to a strong and stubborn jaw, where full red lips sat pursed. Her nose, button-like sat below and between two piercing eyes that were damn near glaring straight at him.
Bucky quickly looked away, breath momentarily stolen from his body. He fidgeted where he stood, still feeling the burning of her stare on him, and he hoped—prayed the loud thumping of his heart and his stuttered breathing could only be heard by him.
Tony stood in front her and tried to usher her out of the room but Vision blocked his way.
"Mr. Stark, Hermione, dinner is ready. Oh," he noticed the others. "We have guests."
"You're wearing an apron? Why?" Sam asked, trying to cover up his laughter.
Vision looked down at the apron that covered his torso and lower half. "It is for protection."
"So that people don't burn their skin or ruin their clothes. You don't have any skin and you're...well... naked." Sam pointed out around a choking laugh.
"I'm not—"
"Bunny, why don't you—" Tony tried to continue to get Hermione out of the room. Then everyone began speaking at once.
"Bunny? Tony, I don't think..." Steve began, with an uncomfortable look on his face.
"It's a good thing I don't care about what you think any more Rogers."
"We're are getting off topic here..." T'Challa mumbled.
"What the hell did I just walk in on?" Rhodey hobbled off the elevator, sans crutches.
"You're flaunting some floozy—"
"Floozy?!" Hermione exclaimed.
"You better watch what you say next—"
"Popping oil can still hurt me..." Vision muttered to himself.
"ENOUGH!" Wanda shouted, sending a high frequency wave to everyone's head. Most of the people in the room cringed, clutching their heads in pain. All except, Vision and Hermione.
Steve looked towards Bucky, to see him rubbing at his ears.
"Are you okay?" He whispered.
Bucky only nodded. But Steve continued to watch him carefully.
"Thanks for the ringing, Maximoff. I'm going to go check if I have an ear infection now." Tony rubbed his ear, walking out of view towards the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.
"Perhaps we should get you dressed for dinner." Vision shuffled Hermione out of the room, after noticing Wanda's eyes gleam. Wanda noticed that out of everyone in the room, Hermione was the only human who didn't react at her brain wave frequency. A normal human would have. And Vision wasn't oblivious to this either.
"You are all welcome to stay for dinner if you wish." Vision threw behind him.
"The hell they are!" Tony shouted from the bathroom.
T'Challa made the first move in removing his jacket and shoes and placing them near the door.
"I think it would be best for us to eat and discuss this over dinner. In my country, dinner can settle even the tensest of situations."
~BR~
"Any new signatures today?" The man with the dark messy hair asked. He had a long scar across his right eye that started at his hairline and ended near the bottom of his nose. The eye it ran through was completely white, marking his blindness in that eye.
He bent over a table with scattered papers and empty vials.
"No. Nothing since yesterday evening." A woman was long fiery red hair waved her wand slowly around the sepia-colored parchment in front of her.
"Are you sure it was in the states?"
She rolled her eyes, "Yes, Sir Pain-In-My-Ass. I'm sure. I've checked, double checked, and triple checked the map yesterday. Luna recalibrated the map last week, this wasn't a glitch."
The man sighed. He rubbed a hand through his already messy hair, causing the thin white t-shirt he wore to stretch across his broad shoulders and reveal a sliver of toned skin underneath.
"I'm going to have to go to the states. I can't leave her there by herself."
The redhead woman snorted, walking around the table. "She's going to jock punch you, you know, that right?"
"I would rather her be angry at me then dead in some ditch, in a random American city, Gin!"
She raised her hands up in a surrendering pose, "Hey. I'm just letting you know how Hermione will react. I thought you'd be a lot less moody since your proposal to—"
He ran a frustrated hand over his face. "He's driving me up the wall with these wedding plans. We can't agree on a single thing. He's wants something small and intimate, which I completely understand, but right now, it's just not possible. You know how important it is for us to remain in the public eye, especially me. For this thing to work, we can't give anyone any suspicions that we're withholding anything from them. I heard Colin got transported the other day.
"Draco was telling me that Umbridge didn't like the photo he took of her for the Prophet and accused him of being a Granger Sympathizer. She's gone nuts. Draco was waiting for him on the other side, however, and brought him over to headquarters. Nev just has him grading some of the students' papers for him right now."
Ginny walked over to Harry and rubbed his shoulders. "Relax, okay. Hermione would hate to see you stressing this much. Everything is going to go to plan. This is Hermione, we're talking about. She's gone over every single detail of this plan a hundred times over. But you only get one wedding to man of your dreams. Compromise. Give him his small intimate wedding ceremony, and then throw a large reception. Invite the entire Wizarding World and have it at Hogwarts. McGonagall will have it approved, Luna will cover it the whole evening, and you and Draco can keep them distracted while we work in the RoR."
Harry's body relaxed a little bit.
"I hope that's just a friendly back rub." A deep, suave voice announced the newcomer's presence.
Ginny giggled and Harry rolled his eyes.
The redhead walked over to her boyfriend, wrapping her petite arms around his waist.
"I don't think Harry is into my type." She stage-whispered.
"Oh really, and what type is that," he smiled charmingly at the man's back.
Harry raised a vial in the air as if to toast, "Redheads. They remind me of my mother." He drunk the contents of the vial and shuddered, from the taste and the thought of dating his mother.
"I have to owl Draco. Zabini, I'll expect an update on sales and projected targets for the International sector when I come back. And if someone could reach out Neville and ask him about his lesson plans for the next couple of months, I want to send a copy to Hermione when I go to the states. Oh, and Ginny—!"
"Watch the map, I know, I know." She waved him off.
He walked out the room and ignored the sounds of making out between Ginny and Blaise.
"He's a bit bossy when he hasn't gotten laid," Blaise mumbled around Ginny's lips. He moaned at the feeling of her tongue making its way to her jaw.
"Mmhm. Yeah, it's kind of hot."
She squealed when Blaise threw her over his shoulder.
Let me know what you guys think about this chapter. I love flattery and questions… but mainly flattery.
[IF YOU DID NOT READ THE INTRO A/N I SUGGEST THAT YOU DO]
Beta's comments while proofreading:
-"Wanda as in fairly odd parents?"
- "Wait, I'm lost."
- "Yasssssssss"
- "Is this when he falls in love with her?"
*This reference is to Drew Barrymore's character from Fifty First Dates
