Harry apparated home. He lived in a small cottage with his girlfriend, Hermione. They had started dating after their seventh year.
Opening the door Harry stepped inside. Noise coming from the kitchen told him that Hermione was in there trying to cook dinner.
Quietly he snuck up behind her, wrapped his arms around her and whispered in her ear "I love you."
Hermione giggled and twisted her neck so she could kiss him. "Hello Harry. Oh, you look tired. Bad day?"
"The Worse." Said Harry, sitting at the table. "I have to hire another Unspeakable. It was hell. I have only one guy who actually acts like he could handle it."
"Really who?" Hermione asked, whisking her wand around and mixing everything together. Mrs. Weasley had taught Hermione to cook thank God.
"An American named Aronexior Adams." Said Harry. "Weird guy though."
"Why?" Hermione asked.
"I have no idea where he went to school, and he's only worked in the Muggle world."
"Where'd he live?" Hermione said. She worked in the Department of International Cooperation.
"Florida."
Hermione tilted her head, thinking. "That would be, unless he transferred somewhere else, Julin School of Sorcery or…" she gave a sharp intake of breath. "No, he wouldn't be."
"What?" Harry asked, standing up and walking over to her.
"There's another school, but…did he say he got any titles or anything, prefect, head boy?" Hermione looked worried.
"No, Hermione what is it. He actually told me he wasn't head boy."
"I want to meet him. Hire him if he looks the best, then say you want to take him to dinner to celebrate. Bring me along. I'll tell you if you need to fire him or not."
Harry, long ago accustom to Hermione knowing what to do, agreed. He owled Aron telling him the news that night.
And Hermione lay, running things through her head, until finally, with her stomach in a twist, she fell into an uneasy sleep.
A/N - Short again, I know. I always type short chapters for some reason. Oh well, I'll try to upload more soon. REVIEW!