I forgot to put the disclaimer in the first chapter. Well, I don´t own any of the characters exept for Brian, and the other strange guys you´ll see along the story. Oh yes, and I would like to thank my first reviewers: Amb3r, HermionHarry4 ever,Atma_Vegeta,and lastbut not least, Slytherinqueen . Yes this is a H/Hr fic. I love those.
Chapter 2:
A Good Friend
(I was thinking that "The idiot" will do, haha but,it´s not a good tiltle.)
Hermione was working hard in her office; she was so sunk into her job. She was making a suggestion to modify some rules about using magic in the muggle world. Hermione had went to bed very late last night just making research on the effects that took place in the muggles´lives after witnessing magic. She couldn´t stand anymore, so she closed her eyes and lied her head on her desk; she promised herself she would take a little break of five short minutes.
Hermione opened her bright cinamon eyes, she glanced at the clock on the wall, and realized she had slept a whole hour; thank heavens her boss didn´t saw her. Hermione stretched her arms and yawned, then, she stood up and headed to take a cup of coffee.
Hermione was reading everything that she had written so far, and suddenly someone entered her office, without even knocking on the door, nor asking permission to get in. It was a tall, young man with light brown hair and deep blue eyes. His name was Brian Stevens..
"Hello," Hermione said politely, but still annoyed by his manners," may I help you with something?"
The guy walked towards Hermione´s desk and sat in one of the chairs in front of it." The boss sent me to help you."
"Actually, I´m almost done with my work," announced Hermione as she arranged a pile of papers.
Brian stretched his arm and reached for the papers; he took them away from Hermione´s hands gently, but still, it bothered her. Hermione was frowining.
"Sorry, may I read this?" asked the young man.
Hermione sighed and said," Go on."
Brian started to read Hermione´s notes out loud.
"Pretty good, indeed." said Brian.
"Thank you," replied Hermione.
"I agree we should be more carefull when we use the oblivion charms on muggles,"Brian went on," Because sometimes the spells don´t work well and then you find the muggles in a hospital for crazy people."
Hermione covered her mouth to yawn once more.
"I see you´ve been working hard on this," said Brian
"Not that hard," replied Hermione trying to be modest.
Hermione gazed for a little while at the young man´s eyes, they were so beautiful, they could almost cast a spell on her.
" Anyway, I must show this to the boss," said Hermione standing up.
"OK,would you like me to come with you?" asked Brian
"If you want to you can come, but I´m not that desperate," answered Hermione. She couldn´t help herself from saying the last part.
Hermione and Brian headed to their boss´s office. Hermione was a little nervous, because her boss was very stickt and she really wanted him to say she did a nice job after everything she had investigated for this work.
"I think you have a good purpose, Granger," said Mr.Anderson," But I think you need to give more reasons so we can modify rules a little." With that, the boss handed Hermione´s work back to her.
"Yes sir," said Hermione softy. Inside she was furious, all this time she had been working on this, so Mr. Anderson would say her work was incomplete. That definately was very rude from part of him.
"Ok, you can leave now," said Mr. Anderson.
Hermione´s boss was really strict, he always wanted everything done perfectly. It was too much for Hermione and she couldn´t stand that her boss rejected all of her work.
Hermione and Brian walked out of Mr. Anderson´s office.
Hermione went inside her office, locked the door, and as soon as she sat on her chair, tears of rage started to roll down her cheeks. This usually happened to her when she got extremely angry, all of her rage turned into crystal tears. She knew it was no big deal the fact that her boss was unsatisfied with all the work she had done to please him, but it still made her mad, that she really had done alot of effort with that little investigation.
Suddenly, she heard someone knocking on the door.
"Go away!" she screamed. Hermione really wasn´t in a mood to talk to someone, and less, that someone could see she was crying.
"It´s me Brian."
"Are you deaf?"
"I can see you need to talk to someone."
"What do you know about me. It´s my problem, so don´t get in it."
"I will wait here until you open that door," said Brian gently," talking helps sometimes."
"I don´t even know you, and if I have something troubling me I´d rather keeping it to myself." replied Hermione.
"Whatever you wish."
Brian shut his mouth, but didn´t move an inch. He decided he was going to wait until Hermione opened the door, he was looking foward to become her friend.
Hermione stopped crying, and her thoughts drifted to the times when she used to spend days at the Hogwarts library or just hanging around with Ron and Harry, trying to figure out what was disturbing the peace at their school. Things used to be much more easy than now, almost all the teachers loved her, but now, her boss disliked her. Mr Anderson said she was lazy, of course she´s not.
A little smirk drew upon her features as she remembered her best times spent with her best friends. Harry and Ron were always there for her, to cheer her up, although it was just a little childhood memory.
Hermione glanced at her watch again, and saw it was time to leave. She gathered her purse and opened the door. To her surprise, Brian was still there.
"Well, that was about time." he said.
"I want to apologize, it´s just that this things I can´t stand Mr. Anderson..."
"It´s ok. How about if we both take a cup of coffee at some place?"
"I really have to work on the..."
"Oh, come on, it won´t take us long."
Hermione agreed to go with Brian to clear her mind of the little arguement with her boss.
They went to the same café, Hermione had gone with Ron and Harry the last time she saw them.
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Meanwhile, Harry was in the middle of a meeting at work. A meeting about the attack at the muggle school Harry had mentioned to his friends.
An auror said," I think he´s after Harry Potter."
The whole people inside the room stared at Harry. He just blushed and his heartbeat raced.
Poor Harry, sometimes he felt a little bit responsible for everything that happened to innocent people, just because it was just kinda like a warning for him to notice Lord Voldermort has strong powers; of course it wasn´t his fault at all, but it didn´t seem fair to him. Hermione and Ron always told him that anything that Voldermort did to others wasn´t his fault, and for some reason he survived all those battles against the Dark Lord. Hermione´s words went to his mind," Harry you´re here to defeat Voldermort, and to save others´ lives. This is your mission in life." She had said that to him their last day at Hogwarts, they were only 17 years old. That was 4 years ago. Hermione´s wise advice had been some comfort to him throughout all of the hardships he went through.
Harry feared the worst things that could happen, but he pretended that he wasn´t affraid. Truly, he was a brave young man, but like every other person he had his own fears.
After a few minutes of listening to whispers at the room, Harry spoke up,"There must be some spell to distroy him, we´ll just have to look for it."
Most of the people agreed with Harry, there surely was a way to defeat the Dark Lord and his henchmen, forever.
"Where is he hiding?" asked someone.
"We´ve been informed about some strange symbols in the muggle world. I would say he´s in London," replied the headmaster of the Dark Arts Control Department, Christopher Smith.
Harry got this strong headache, he was so certain that Voldermort wanted to kill him for revenge.
" I will assign you to make research on books about the Dark Arts," announced Christopher. Most of the people in the meeting started to complain, but if they really wanted to keep their job, they had to do it."And all of you have to be guarding every single place you go to, to check if something that has to do with the Dark Arts occurs."
Harry raised his hand to speak (because so used to it by now because of school). The headmaster allowed him to talk. "Well, I could talk to Professor Dumbledore... he might know something that can help."
"We need him to get through this. He is going to help us I´m sure," said a weary lady.
Maybe there was still a hope.
When Harry got home, the first thing he did was to write a letter to his friends so he could meet them the next day and tell them everything he had just been informed of. He knew he could count on them. Harry gave a little treat to Hedwig, and then he tied both letters on it´s leg.
Harry watched Hedwig disappear through the sky. He jumped on his bed and lied down, just thinking about all his life; thinking of the good things he had done throughout his 21 years.
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"I love this place," Hermione said," I came here a few days ago with my friends."
Hermione and Brian were sitting on a table for two, drinking coffee. They talked mostly about their lives, kinda like an introduction to get to know each other better.
"Well, I studied at Beauxbatons, I used to live in France. " said Brian in a proud tone in his voice.
"Oh, that´s interesting," said Hermione as she took a sip of her warm coffee. It felt so comforting inside.
Hermione found herself talking over and over again about Harry and Ron; they certainly were a very important part of her life. She even talked about the days when they covered themselves with the invisibility cloak to sneek out of the Gryffindor tower, and visit other parts of the castle that were kinda forbidden.
"You know Harry Potter? That´s great!" exclaimed Brian excitedly,"Ever since I was a child I´ve always wanted to meet him."
"Well, I will introduce him to you some day," said Hermione.
As a matter o fact, Brian was acting like Colin and Denis Creevey. Hermione thought he was almost going to beg her to please get him Harry´s autograph. She was trying so hard to keep herself from laughing.
Hermione totally forgot about all the work she had to do, because she was enjoying the conversation with her new friend.
"I must leave now," said Hermione as she stood up," I really had fun, though."
Brian stood up from his chair too, and kissed once each of Hermione´s cheeks. "Goodbye."
Hermione looked at Brian puzzled. He explained," In France we kiss both cheeks to say hello or goodbye to show affection." Hermione nodded, and she knew she was blushing. Then she said," I already knew about that, I have been to France before." Their eyes met for a few seconds, and then they started to giggle.
As soon as Hermione reached her apartment, she noticed that Hedwig was standing in front of the window of her room. She got inside her apartment and rushed through the stairs that led to her bedroom; to see what news was Hedwig delivering.
Hermione unrolled the parchment and started to read out loud Harry´s letter:
Dear Hermione,
Hello, I really need to talk to you it´s something really very important. It´s about what I told you the other day about Voldermort. I sent another letter for Ron. I hope you can both come, because I really need your help. I miss you.
Can we meet tomorrow at the leaky cauldron?
Sincerely,
Harry.
P.S. Reply.
Hermione went to look for a sheet of parchment and some ink. She replied Harry´s letter and promised she was meeting him the next day at the Leaky Cauldron.
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The next day, Ron was working hard on some arrangements for next year´s quidditch world cup. He actually loved his work because he got to see lots of quidditch games; he even met his favorite quidditch team the Chudley Cannons, last summer. Harry and Hermione had gone with him.
Ron looked at a picture of Harry and Hermione together; they had paint all over they clothes, and were laughing madly. Ron took that picture two years ago, when they went to this place in which you could do wars throwing balloons filled with paint of different colors. Ron lifted the picture frame and took a closer look at it; then he thought to himself," Harry and Hermione should be more than friends." Part of him was right, they both had so many things in common and they had been through alot together, but it was all up to them.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard an owl´s squeak coming from outside the window. He turned around and peeked through the grey curtains on the window, it was old Hedwig hitting the window´s glass gently with it´s beak.
Ron opened the window, and let Harry´s owl in.
" Hello Hedwig, what news do you bring today?"
Hedwig handed Ron the note Harry wrote to him last night, and he patted the owl´s head.
Then, he unrolled the parchment desperately because he suposed it must be something really important , since Harry usually didn´t have time to write and he prefered to say things in person.
As soon as he finished reading, Ron answered back Harry´s letter.
Before Hedwig left, Ron gave him some water to drink, and the owl hovered thankfully over Ron´s head.
Next week, Ron was going to Hogwarts to watch a quidditch game; Professor Dumbledore had invited him and said he wouldn´t accept a no from part of him. Of course he wouldn´t refuse an offer that meant no work. Ron thought it would be great to take Hermione, and Harry to the game with him.
Chapter 2:
A Good Friend
(I was thinking that "The idiot" will do, haha but,it´s not a good tiltle.)
Hermione was working hard in her office; she was so sunk into her job. She was making a suggestion to modify some rules about using magic in the muggle world. Hermione had went to bed very late last night just making research on the effects that took place in the muggles´lives after witnessing magic. She couldn´t stand anymore, so she closed her eyes and lied her head on her desk; she promised herself she would take a little break of five short minutes.
Hermione opened her bright cinamon eyes, she glanced at the clock on the wall, and realized she had slept a whole hour; thank heavens her boss didn´t saw her. Hermione stretched her arms and yawned, then, she stood up and headed to take a cup of coffee.
Hermione was reading everything that she had written so far, and suddenly someone entered her office, without even knocking on the door, nor asking permission to get in. It was a tall, young man with light brown hair and deep blue eyes. His name was Brian Stevens..
"Hello," Hermione said politely, but still annoyed by his manners," may I help you with something?"
The guy walked towards Hermione´s desk and sat in one of the chairs in front of it." The boss sent me to help you."
"Actually, I´m almost done with my work," announced Hermione as she arranged a pile of papers.
Brian stretched his arm and reached for the papers; he took them away from Hermione´s hands gently, but still, it bothered her. Hermione was frowining.
"Sorry, may I read this?" asked the young man.
Hermione sighed and said," Go on."
Brian started to read Hermione´s notes out loud.
"Pretty good, indeed." said Brian.
"Thank you," replied Hermione.
"I agree we should be more carefull when we use the oblivion charms on muggles,"Brian went on," Because sometimes the spells don´t work well and then you find the muggles in a hospital for crazy people."
Hermione covered her mouth to yawn once more.
"I see you´ve been working hard on this," said Brian
"Not that hard," replied Hermione trying to be modest.
Hermione gazed for a little while at the young man´s eyes, they were so beautiful, they could almost cast a spell on her.
" Anyway, I must show this to the boss," said Hermione standing up.
"OK,would you like me to come with you?" asked Brian
"If you want to you can come, but I´m not that desperate," answered Hermione. She couldn´t help herself from saying the last part.
Hermione and Brian headed to their boss´s office. Hermione was a little nervous, because her boss was very stickt and she really wanted him to say she did a nice job after everything she had investigated for this work.
"I think you have a good purpose, Granger," said Mr.Anderson," But I think you need to give more reasons so we can modify rules a little." With that, the boss handed Hermione´s work back to her.
"Yes sir," said Hermione softy. Inside she was furious, all this time she had been working on this, so Mr. Anderson would say her work was incomplete. That definately was very rude from part of him.
"Ok, you can leave now," said Mr. Anderson.
Hermione´s boss was really strict, he always wanted everything done perfectly. It was too much for Hermione and she couldn´t stand that her boss rejected all of her work.
Hermione and Brian walked out of Mr. Anderson´s office.
Hermione went inside her office, locked the door, and as soon as she sat on her chair, tears of rage started to roll down her cheeks. This usually happened to her when she got extremely angry, all of her rage turned into crystal tears. She knew it was no big deal the fact that her boss was unsatisfied with all the work she had done to please him, but it still made her mad, that she really had done alot of effort with that little investigation.
Suddenly, she heard someone knocking on the door.
"Go away!" she screamed. Hermione really wasn´t in a mood to talk to someone, and less, that someone could see she was crying.
"It´s me Brian."
"Are you deaf?"
"I can see you need to talk to someone."
"What do you know about me. It´s my problem, so don´t get in it."
"I will wait here until you open that door," said Brian gently," talking helps sometimes."
"I don´t even know you, and if I have something troubling me I´d rather keeping it to myself." replied Hermione.
"Whatever you wish."
Brian shut his mouth, but didn´t move an inch. He decided he was going to wait until Hermione opened the door, he was looking foward to become her friend.
Hermione stopped crying, and her thoughts drifted to the times when she used to spend days at the Hogwarts library or just hanging around with Ron and Harry, trying to figure out what was disturbing the peace at their school. Things used to be much more easy than now, almost all the teachers loved her, but now, her boss disliked her. Mr Anderson said she was lazy, of course she´s not.
A little smirk drew upon her features as she remembered her best times spent with her best friends. Harry and Ron were always there for her, to cheer her up, although it was just a little childhood memory.
Hermione glanced at her watch again, and saw it was time to leave. She gathered her purse and opened the door. To her surprise, Brian was still there.
"Well, that was about time." he said.
"I want to apologize, it´s just that this things I can´t stand Mr. Anderson..."
"It´s ok. How about if we both take a cup of coffee at some place?"
"I really have to work on the..."
"Oh, come on, it won´t take us long."
Hermione agreed to go with Brian to clear her mind of the little arguement with her boss.
They went to the same café, Hermione had gone with Ron and Harry the last time she saw them.
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Meanwhile, Harry was in the middle of a meeting at work. A meeting about the attack at the muggle school Harry had mentioned to his friends.
An auror said," I think he´s after Harry Potter."
The whole people inside the room stared at Harry. He just blushed and his heartbeat raced.
Poor Harry, sometimes he felt a little bit responsible for everything that happened to innocent people, just because it was just kinda like a warning for him to notice Lord Voldermort has strong powers; of course it wasn´t his fault at all, but it didn´t seem fair to him. Hermione and Ron always told him that anything that Voldermort did to others wasn´t his fault, and for some reason he survived all those battles against the Dark Lord. Hermione´s words went to his mind," Harry you´re here to defeat Voldermort, and to save others´ lives. This is your mission in life." She had said that to him their last day at Hogwarts, they were only 17 years old. That was 4 years ago. Hermione´s wise advice had been some comfort to him throughout all of the hardships he went through.
Harry feared the worst things that could happen, but he pretended that he wasn´t affraid. Truly, he was a brave young man, but like every other person he had his own fears.
After a few minutes of listening to whispers at the room, Harry spoke up,"There must be some spell to distroy him, we´ll just have to look for it."
Most of the people agreed with Harry, there surely was a way to defeat the Dark Lord and his henchmen, forever.
"Where is he hiding?" asked someone.
"We´ve been informed about some strange symbols in the muggle world. I would say he´s in London," replied the headmaster of the Dark Arts Control Department, Christopher Smith.
Harry got this strong headache, he was so certain that Voldermort wanted to kill him for revenge.
" I will assign you to make research on books about the Dark Arts," announced Christopher. Most of the people in the meeting started to complain, but if they really wanted to keep their job, they had to do it."And all of you have to be guarding every single place you go to, to check if something that has to do with the Dark Arts occurs."
Harry raised his hand to speak (because so used to it by now because of school). The headmaster allowed him to talk. "Well, I could talk to Professor Dumbledore... he might know something that can help."
"We need him to get through this. He is going to help us I´m sure," said a weary lady.
Maybe there was still a hope.
When Harry got home, the first thing he did was to write a letter to his friends so he could meet them the next day and tell them everything he had just been informed of. He knew he could count on them. Harry gave a little treat to Hedwig, and then he tied both letters on it´s leg.
Harry watched Hedwig disappear through the sky. He jumped on his bed and lied down, just thinking about all his life; thinking of the good things he had done throughout his 21 years.
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"I love this place," Hermione said," I came here a few days ago with my friends."
Hermione and Brian were sitting on a table for two, drinking coffee. They talked mostly about their lives, kinda like an introduction to get to know each other better.
"Well, I studied at Beauxbatons, I used to live in France. " said Brian in a proud tone in his voice.
"Oh, that´s interesting," said Hermione as she took a sip of her warm coffee. It felt so comforting inside.
Hermione found herself talking over and over again about Harry and Ron; they certainly were a very important part of her life. She even talked about the days when they covered themselves with the invisibility cloak to sneek out of the Gryffindor tower, and visit other parts of the castle that were kinda forbidden.
"You know Harry Potter? That´s great!" exclaimed Brian excitedly,"Ever since I was a child I´ve always wanted to meet him."
"Well, I will introduce him to you some day," said Hermione.
As a matter o fact, Brian was acting like Colin and Denis Creevey. Hermione thought he was almost going to beg her to please get him Harry´s autograph. She was trying so hard to keep herself from laughing.
Hermione totally forgot about all the work she had to do, because she was enjoying the conversation with her new friend.
"I must leave now," said Hermione as she stood up," I really had fun, though."
Brian stood up from his chair too, and kissed once each of Hermione´s cheeks. "Goodbye."
Hermione looked at Brian puzzled. He explained," In France we kiss both cheeks to say hello or goodbye to show affection." Hermione nodded, and she knew she was blushing. Then she said," I already knew about that, I have been to France before." Their eyes met for a few seconds, and then they started to giggle.
As soon as Hermione reached her apartment, she noticed that Hedwig was standing in front of the window of her room. She got inside her apartment and rushed through the stairs that led to her bedroom; to see what news was Hedwig delivering.
Hermione unrolled the parchment and started to read out loud Harry´s letter:
Dear Hermione,
Hello, I really need to talk to you it´s something really very important. It´s about what I told you the other day about Voldermort. I sent another letter for Ron. I hope you can both come, because I really need your help. I miss you.
Can we meet tomorrow at the leaky cauldron?
Sincerely,
Harry.
P.S. Reply.
Hermione went to look for a sheet of parchment and some ink. She replied Harry´s letter and promised she was meeting him the next day at the Leaky Cauldron.
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The next day, Ron was working hard on some arrangements for next year´s quidditch world cup. He actually loved his work because he got to see lots of quidditch games; he even met his favorite quidditch team the Chudley Cannons, last summer. Harry and Hermione had gone with him.
Ron looked at a picture of Harry and Hermione together; they had paint all over they clothes, and were laughing madly. Ron took that picture two years ago, when they went to this place in which you could do wars throwing balloons filled with paint of different colors. Ron lifted the picture frame and took a closer look at it; then he thought to himself," Harry and Hermione should be more than friends." Part of him was right, they both had so many things in common and they had been through alot together, but it was all up to them.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard an owl´s squeak coming from outside the window. He turned around and peeked through the grey curtains on the window, it was old Hedwig hitting the window´s glass gently with it´s beak.
Ron opened the window, and let Harry´s owl in.
" Hello Hedwig, what news do you bring today?"
Hedwig handed Ron the note Harry wrote to him last night, and he patted the owl´s head.
Then, he unrolled the parchment desperately because he suposed it must be something really important , since Harry usually didn´t have time to write and he prefered to say things in person.
As soon as he finished reading, Ron answered back Harry´s letter.
Before Hedwig left, Ron gave him some water to drink, and the owl hovered thankfully over Ron´s head.
Next week, Ron was going to Hogwarts to watch a quidditch game; Professor Dumbledore had invited him and said he wouldn´t accept a no from part of him. Of course he wouldn´t refuse an offer that meant no work. Ron thought it would be great to take Hermione, and Harry to the game with him.