Runaway III
Disclaimer : I've rated it R for some sex, violence, and one big head of mine. I've included some of my friends as characters, and they belong to themselves. The rest of the characters belong to the real author, JK Rowling. The story takes place three years from graduation, which would mean the characters are twenty-one. They're adults, and act like adults. Most adults I know go through jealousy, and there's our Ron. There's some new twists. Hope you like it.
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Ronald Weasley sat in complete comfort as he placed his black business shoes on the edge of the desk, narrowly missing a pile of papers. His coffee mug sat steaming in a mug on his desk , but he took no notice. He was too busy thinking about why he'd almost sent Hermione to her death in Azkaban. What had compelled him? A mix of emotions for her he'd felt since the day he met her.
'Yes, it was her brown eyes that still connote concern for Neville's toad. That first glimpse of desperation for her friend's poor animal, and the first pang of love in Ron's heart. It grew over the years. The concern he'd felt for her as she'd fallen victim to Ginny in their second year ; the year of the Chamber of Secrets, as he'd called it,' Ron sipped his coffee slowly. 'Then he'd realized it. He was in love with his best friend, Hermione Granger. He grew jealous of seeing them together, when they started dating in their sixth year. They spent time whispering sweet romance into each other's ears, half-forgetting that he was in the room.'
'Jealous grew to anger, and he was responsible for Madeline Danquell's murder. No!' Ron exclaimed, slamming the coffee mug on the table ; its contents spilling on the desk, but Ron was too far into his nightmare. 'You were so angry at Hermione at the beginning of seventh year. Nothing can avoid the poor soul's mind..'
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Ron gasped as he saw himself back in Hogwarts Castle. He waved at Harry, who just passed him by. 'It's just a flashback,' Ron reminded himself as he followed Harry. There he saw himself, the happy-go-lucky teenager that he was. His freckles had shown - clear as day. There wasn't a way to hide them, unless he dyed his skin the same color as the freckles.
"Hey Ron! Have you seen Hermione? I didn't see her at the Gryffindor table this morning at breakfast. I was just wondering if you'd seen her," Harry asked. Then Ron realized that he was back in his seventh year. It was right before they'd discovered Hermione standing over Madeline Danquell. Nodding his head no, Ron and Harry continued along the corridor to Defense Against the Dark Arts. That's when it happened ; they heard a blood-curdling scream...
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Ron slowly opened his eyes to find Glenda Crandan, the attractive brunette with stunning yellow eyes - a gift of heaven, she'd called them. "Ron! What happened to the report Mr. Malfoy placed on your desk." Glenda pointed to the coffee stain on the report that Draco Malfoy had dropped off earlier that morning, and it was still opened to the page that Ron had stopped reading it at. 'The report was too depressing,' Ron had decided.
"I fell asleep. The report brought back some old memories of Harry, myself.. and Hermione." Ron added stiffly as he stretched and licked his lips anxiously. There was a sudden knock on the door. Harry Potter stood in the doorway, and there was a dark shadow behind him. "Hey Harry. How's Granger doing today - why I wouldn't care if-"
Harry coughed uneasily and took a step aside from the door post. Hermione stood behind him, clutching Monique and quivering to hold back tears. "I've brought her in. You said you'd like to see her before she goes back to my apartment," Ron flinched at Harry's words but sat back down in his chair. "Is there anything particular," Harry questioned. "She needs to go shopping, buy some new clothes, and the works. They took her clothes and burned them when she checked into Azkaban. You know, standard procedure."
Ron nodded. "Please have a seat." Ron gestured to the two seats in front of him. Rather hesitantly, Hermione took a seat and began to tend to Monique's muffled crying. "Now, Miss Granger-"
"Please.. call me Hermione. I'd rather not use the last name of Granger anymore." Ron nodded. She'd dropped her last name as she was a disgrace to them. She hadn't written a decent holiday card in years, and she often wondered what had happened to their darling daughter. "Ron, I was your best friend. You should at least know my name," she said coldly.
Ron nodded, once more. He examined her with his eyes, as he glanced at the baggy black and orange jail uniform used by Azkaban prisoners. "You see, you are in trouble with the law because you killed Madeline Danquell using the Avada Kedvra curse. You should get life in Azkaban, but for now I have allowed you to live with Agent Potter here. You are to follow all commands ; if you attempt to escape, you will be back in Azkaban as-"
Hermione interrupted again. "Don't worry. I don't want to go back to that god-damn hell house." Hermione shuddered as the baby began to cry. She placed Monique on her shoulder, patting her back gently, but with force. The baby burped and nestled against her neck.
"I see you haven't lost your usual traits," Ron remarked. Hermione rolled her eyes sarcastically.
"Please," Harry said softly.
"Ron is this all you wanted to talk about? If it is, then please excuse me because I have to get Monique home for lunch," Hermione stood up abruptly and pretended to pack up her belongings. Ron shook his head in despair.
"No. I would like to discuss about how you lived in the Forbidden Forest all these years without being eaten alive; moreover, I'd like to talk about Monique." Hermione sat back down, still cradling the baby. She looked at Ron as if to say 'well hurry up'. "May I ask whos child the infant is," Hermione sighed as she looked down at Monique, squirming in her hands.
"She's mine and... Harry's," Hermione replied rather hesitantly.
Ron peered over the desk to the the child's emerald green eyes, just like his father's. "When was she born?"
"On March 3rd, 2004 - the time is unknown," she said. "Mr. Weasley, can I come back for my questioning? Monique's getting a little restless, and it would be best to come back without her. I'll arrange for someone to take care of her.." Ron nodded his head mutely and waved his right hand to dismiss them. Taking Hermione by the shoulder, Harry led the two out of Ron's office.
'So it really was true,' Ron thought. 'She'd had the damn baby after all. Harry's a father, and I'm stuck dating Lavender Brown.' There was another rap on the door, and Ron was apparently annoyed with the comings and goings of people. It was Ginny Weasley. "Hello Gin," he said affectionately. Ginny'd been a closer friend than she had in previous years, and he often came for advice since she was a girl - the only girl in the family except Mum. "How can I help you?"
"Is it true?" Ginny glanced at him with her notepad open. "About Hermione being caught and all. I saw them coming out.. Whose baby is it?" Ginny scribbled down the date on her note pad. She was the Head Editor of Witch Weekly, but she was the only one willing to talk to her brother about Hermione. He'd thrown a fit and called a security guard everytime a Witch Weekly reporter scrambled into his office - with or without an appointment. She had long wavy red hair, and her glasses had slid all the way to the tip of her nose. She wore a maroon dress shirt with black pants, and her quill matched her shirt ; the ink matched her pants.
"Yes," Ron sighed. "Don't mention it in the papers, but Hermione is staying with Harry because Azkaban is no place for an infant. The infant could die in conditions such as Azkaban - not to mention those blasted Dementors administering the kiss. So Harry offered to take Hermione and her child, Monique in. Not to mention that it's his child and all." Ginny gasped as she continued to write.
"You mean Harry and Hermione had sex? Wow! That's amazing.. I would have thought we would have heard about it before now. I mean, Hermione wasn't exactly the girl to go about sleeping around,. You know that Ron, but it's really Harry's?"
Ron nodded solemly. "Don't mention that to the press. In fact, don't mention that you were here. The board of administrators will impeach me if the scandal was ever found out." Ginny nodded her head as she continued to write. "Anyway - if you didn't notice in our seventh year - our meaning Harry and myself, Harry and Hermione were dating. They loved each other, and I can remember walking in on them that one time.. It was right in our bloody dorm! On his bed!" Ron mused to think about whether or not the seventh year occupying the bed knew that Harry Potter - the famous wizard, and Hermione Granger - convict extrodinare, had sex in that same bed. He chuckled. "He got her pregnant that one time.."
"I ought to congratulate them then," Ginny packed her purse. "Don't worry. I won't mention it. It would tarnish the Minister of Magic's reputation. However, I do wonder if you stayed long enough to have a little action in the middle of their -"
"Out Ginny," Ron screamed . Ron's cheeks were very much flushed at that point. Ginny smiled and nodded. On her way out, she muttered something about visiting Harry's flat. Ron shrugged. 'Best friends will always be best friends,' he thought. Ginny and Hermione were inseperable as soon as she was dumped by Viktor Krum. Ron recalled that Harry and Ron hated Krum so much for hurting Hermione that they wanted to publicly humiliate him. Although it never came about, the thought still cheered up Ron.
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"Good morning, Draco." Danielle, with her blond hair and dazzling blue eyes, set his breakfast of eggs and bacon on the table. "Here's a power-up for another day at The Agency." Draco's eyes shot up in alarm. "Don't be so surprised! I was asked to join yesterday. I'm just one year younger than you, but just as witty. I'll be in for training along with you," Danielle glanced up at Draco. He looked as puzzled as a lost puppy. "Remember?"
"What?" Draco wiped his mouth with a paper napkin and drank some orange juice from the Slytherin cup on the kitchen counter.
"The new trainees are in this week, and your unit was assigned to train us. Not to mention the infamous Harry Potter. Ahh.. what a hunk," Danielle teased. She glanced skyward in emphasis. Draco feinted a look of dejection and punched her playfully in the shoulder. "Ouch," Danielle said in mock playfulness.
"Hey! Harry Potter and I are friends now. I don't know what compelled us to become friends, but it happened. Just don't compare Harry and myself. I'm a much better wizard than Harry could ever be in his whole lifetime." Danielle looked at him - she obviously wasn't falling for it. "Alright! So Potter's got more strength than I've got but what can I say? I'm not good enough to take him on? Hell no!"
Danielle chuckled. Draco finished up his breakfast, wiped his lips, and gave her a soft kiss on the lips as he walked to the kitchen counter to deposit his plate. He was already dressed in the standard uniform. Black pants, black jacket, and a different colored dress shirt. Draco chuckled as he passed the hallway mirror. "Hello handsome," he said to himself. He was wearing a dark green shirt, and he couldn't help feeling part of some Mafia.
"Well Mr. Malfoy, it seems that you've come back to look at yourself in the mirror. Oh yes! Don't forget the spot of egg in the upper left corner of your lip." The mirror replied skeptically. "Oh yes. How is the report for The Agency?"
"It's-" Draco opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by a sudden call.
"Draco! Are you talking to yourself again?" Danielle asked as she dressed in dark green baggy sweatpants and a grey t-shirt. It was the trainees wear for their first day. Little did they know that what they were in for, most trainees did not pass. It was a vigorous that Draco didn't know how he'd passed, but the years of being tortured into being one with the Dark Arts had consumed most of his energy - allowing him to have the will to carry on.
"No. You're hearing things," he said. "Let's hit it."
They walked outside and within moments were standing in a deserted parking lot. The Agency was a run-down building in the heart of London. To muggles, it looked like a abandoned building with caution tape sealing it shut. It had a large 'For Sale' sign with a false number that didn't exist in the first place. The entrance was in the back way, magically charmed so that only Agency workers and authorized trainees could view it. It kept away the pesky reporters such as Rita Skeeter, who had attempted to pretend to be a trainee, but couldn't find it. She had concluded in her report for the Daily Prophet's gossip column that there was no such agency as The Agency.
"Here's a good luck kiss for today," Draco said as he bent down to give her a soft kiss on the cheek. Danielle blushed, as she pushed open the door. The first room of The Agency was a screening room, where you stood in the middle of a black circle and were scanned. It included a metal detector, and a lie detector. 'Rather complicated,' thought Draco as the red scanning ray passed on the walls. In a moment's time, he rejoined Danielle in the main room. "See you later in training." He headed down the right corridor examining the dreary interior. He went down to Sector 5, where the Undercover Agents did their lounging about.
"Yeah - that's what I said. Blimey! Last night, I don't know what happened but she and I ki-" Harry stopped in midsentence as Draco entered the agents briefing lounge. The three of them made up the elite force. Three of the other agents in the top rankings were away on missions in various parts of the world. Douglas Phillips, the one who had made the phone call to Ron that they had caught Hermione, sat in a black round chair around a table. His dark brown hair was spiked, and he had hazel eyes. "What kept you Draco? Your girlfriend?"
"Very funny, Potter," Draco replied. Douglas chuckled as he patted Draco on the back.
"Morning," Douglas greeted. "We've been waiting for you for a while. Harry was talking about his steaming night with Miss Granger yesterday. Seeing that he has one bed in the whole god-damn apartment, he had to share a bed with her. Well Harry? Aren't you going to explain the rest? I'm sure the Minister of Magic would love to hear that story."
Draco looked at Harry in amusement. "Potter, you get things started really fast. I really think you and Granger should get married. You're probably going to get her pregnant again!" Douglas choked with laughter. "Did you use protection?"
Harry blushed scarlet. "Of course I did," he spluttered. "I don't see why you're getting into my business Malfoy since it is my own love life. I love Hermione to death, and you know it bloody well!" Draco laughed as he saw Harry turn five different shades of red.
"Alright, gentlemen! That will be enough!" B entered the room. She was carrying a remote control and several notecards. "I over-heard some of that interesting conversation, Potter." Harry blushed once more - perhaps even deeper. B , her real name unknown, was a strict woman in her early forties. Her long black hair was pulled back into a braid , and her eyebrows were angled to portray a strict face that was its own. She pressed a button on the remote, and an image flashed up on the screen. "This is Hermione Granger. Recently captured and sent to Azkaban, but she was freed yesterday by Minister of Magic, Ronald Weasley. Agent Potter is now watching her because of her child, which is his own." Douglas eyed Harry, who looked at the ground.
"Now Agent Potter, have you any word on Granger?" B asked intelligently.
"She's feeling better than she was in Az-"
"Potter, I want an update on her activity. Not how she feels." Draco snickered in the corner. Even after he'd graduated from Hogwarts, and the whole Gryffindor versus Slytherin thing subsided - he still took joy when Harry was scolded.
"Well she hasn't done anything out of the ordinary. She's in the Criminal Detention Center in Sector 7, and it's charm-proof." Harry said quietly.
"Good. Our next goal is to find out why and how Granger killed Madeline Danquell, the Hufflepuff First Year. Sources from Sector 3, Wizarding Intelligence, have told us that they may suspect another Death Eater attack. Now I don't know whether or not you have heard this, but Lucius Malfoy was spotted - yes your father, Malfoy." Draco raised his eyebrows in skepticism. "It appears he is alive, and well. Your next assignment - Douglas and Draco - will be to locate Malfoy and learn a thing or two about their newly-risen Death Eaters. Potter, you will follow me for your briefing." B shut off the hologram and motioned for Harry to follow her into one of the Private Briefings in the corner. She slid her ID card into the slot and tapped her foot impatiently for the light to hit green.
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"Now, Potter. You will have to interrogate Granger and find out of she is the murderer or not. There is no trace of Imperius Curse ; however, the school's shield is weakened during the winter time so that there is room for possible intervention upon the school grounds . Now, if you suspect the Imperius Curse being used - as I do, looking at Granger's records. Not a flaw until then." Harry smiled thinking that he was lucky B didn't believe Hermione could possibly be the murderer. "So that is all for now," B stood up and exited the briefing room - holding the door open for Harry.
Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was currently dazed and confused. He stopped off at his office, which was located in Sector 8, where the offices for the workers were located. Teresa Potter - a Ravenclaw during Harry's Hogwarts years and close friend of Hermione's since she sat next to her in Transfiguration - hurried up to Harry. Professor McGongall had seating assignments in their last two years at Hogwarts because of the Slytherin and Gryffindor incident that started with a piece of parchment being thrown.
Teresa had warm brown eyes and her brown hair was pulled back in a hair clip to avoid hair falling into her face as she worked on keeping The Agency running. Harry grinned as Teresa handed him his messages. Having a chance to talk with Teresa every morning gave Harry a chance to get away from B, Draco, and whatever was going on in the hectic life of an 00 Agent. " Morning, Teresa." Harry grinned as he took the papers she held in her hand.
She was wearing a blue dress shirt with her black jeans. "How hard did the B sting, Harry?" Harry chuckled. "She looked really tense when she came out of the study. I figure it's about Hermione and all."
"I wonder what B really stands for," Harry mused. "It's alright. Just to let you know, Hermione's in Sector 7 . I brought her to work for the day." He flipped through the stack of notes and messages that was in a black folder.
"Don't forget you have a meeting with the Board of Administrators at eight this morning ; it's in meeting room 5-B." Harry grimaced.
"Where would I be without you, Eh Teresa?"
"You'd be lost, Harry. Completely clueless - just like Draco." Teresa blushed as Harry kissed her on the cheek. "Where's that from, Harry? You know that goes as sexual harrassment." Harry held his hands up mockingly. "Just kidding, Harry. Better get moving before Queen B comes around." Teresa hurried along the corridor towards B's suite ; her high heels clicking against the tile.
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This chapter is dedicated to Teresa Potter who allowed me to use her as a cameo in the story :) You know who you are - rock on girl! All the other major thank yous - I have a ton - will come around in the last chapter as a huge thank you to everyone who reviewed, ect.
Next Chapter : There's a little flash back from the previous night - yes Harry and Hermione in the bed , and their chat the previous night. Harry goes to the board meeting, and Ron has a date with Lavender. Draco and Danielle do a little training, and the hectic lives of the agents live on. Also there is a double-crossing involved, who is it? You guess :D Review for chapter four!
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