A/N: Yayyy! 2nd chapter! Okay here it goes. In 5

Chapter 2: Getting Ready

Hermione Apparated just inside the Daily Prophet building. She checked her watch and sped up. She made it inside her office just as her boss walked in the room.

Great timing! Nearly late but that's okay. Now I have to catch up on the news so I can build on that for the rest of the day.

She opened one of the drawers in her desk and pulled out a pile of papers that magically changed everyday to the latest scoop that had not yet been released to the public.

Wait a minute. I have to check on which job I take today.

She put the pile of papers back in the drawer and checked the card that was on her desk.

OK. Today I do an interview at 11:00AM which is in about three hours with *gasp* *groan* Harry Potter. What worse than having to do an interview with one of your best friends!? At least I have three hours to prepare questions on...oh, so obvious...his Quidditch career! This is going to be fun

"Hermione!"

Sally, please go away.

"You are so lucky! You get to interview Harry Potter! I mean, its the Harry Potter!" she squealed. Sally Ash was one of Hermione's fellow reporters. She was annoying and never knew when to stop talking.

"Yes I know, Sally."

Now please leave But she continued on.

"Weren't you friends with him while you where in Hogwarts?"

Sally will you shuddup and leave me alone?

"Yes, and I still am. Now I need some quiet time for a while so I can prepare some questions. I only have a little bit of time."

See what happens? I have to lie just to get away from co-workers. I hope I don't just take out my wand, curse her, and wind up getting fired from my job.

"Oh ok," she lowered her voice and said, "By the way, do you think you can hook us up? You know like a date. All this reporting and I never got to talk to him."

In your dreams, Sally. Go bug someone else for God's sake and leave me alone!

Hermione had to force a strained smile out.

"Sure, Sally. I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks!" and with that she walked off.

Yeah right!

10:30 rolled on by and so far Hermione's interview questions resulted in this:

1) How did your career begin as a professional Quidditch player?

2) Would you describe yourself as a role model?

3) What exactly do you feel when you go out onto the field?

4) People have been asking me this all day, do you have a girlfriend?

5) If you had one wish, what would that wish be?

That about sums up a ten-minute interview. Two minutes per question. That seems about right. I can't believe it took me about three hours to think of five questions.

Hermione checked her watch.

Blimey! 10:40. I'd better get moving.

Hermione grabbed her briefcase, left her office, and walked down the hall in a moderate pace.

Ok, it says on the card that I'm going to room 320. I am now at 240. Ah, there's the stairwell.

The stairwell was wide and elegantly decorated. Red carpeting, golden banisters, and large windows on every landing to let light through during the day.

I'm on the third floor. Now-

"Hermione! Hey wait up!"

Goodness! I know that voice! It has got to be-

"Harry! How are you?"

"Never better!"

Wow! Never looked better either!

"Your looking good today, Harry!"

Harry was wearing blue jeans, a black shirt, and black robes over it.

Good? Good is not the word! I'll go with HOT! What am I thinking? He's my best friend!

"You're looking pretty good yourself. So I guess you will be interrogating me today, huh?"

Damn straight!

"Harry! It's and interview, not a trial! And besides, there are only five questions."

"That's good"

A/N: How did you like it? I know the ending really didn't fit but I am working on these kind of errors. Give me your answer by pressing that little purple button. Come on! You know you want to!

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