A/N I'm back. Not that I really went anywhere. well, I suppose so. I went
into the Land of Homework, and I don't recommend it as a vacation spot.
Of course it's not the end! The end is wedding tiiime! Then I have an out- take part I already promised to do.. I might do a sequel after that. We'll see
All I need to say for this chapter, is something about my updates. I'm not really finding time to update my story lately, and it's bugging me just as much as it's bugging you, I'm sure. So I've decided that each Tuesday I'll make an update. That way you guys know when to check, and I know when I have to get the story finished by. So check on Tuesdays, and reviiiieeeeeewwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Love you all! Thanks so much for reading!
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Hermione stood speechless in the office for a moment. There were various doors leading into rooms with important people's name written on them, and wooden desks stacked with paper lined the walls. People were running back and forth, their arms full of books or parchment, some of them muttering Charms under their breath. One lady almost crashed into Hermione, but she side-stepped just in time.
" The Invisibility Charm didn't quite work, Sven!" she called across the office, breaking the silence. " We need to make some adjustments, I think. And we need to find a Counter-Curse to help Morton."
Hermione's ears pricked up at the word Counter-Curse. That was what she REALLY wanted to do, because she had loved it so much. Inventing the spell, doing research, finding each possible flaw the Counter-Curse could hack at. Could she please keep doing that?
"Excuse me," she said, touching the woman's elbow to get her attention, " I couldn't help but overhear. Did you say you needed a Counter-Curse for something?"
" Yes, and I don't know how we're going to find one for this Curse. Went completely barmy on us, let me tell you that. It took us so long to find one last time, none of us hired here are really qualified for Counter- Curses." she paused, " Why do you ask dear?"
Hermione was about to speak when Ron interrupted.
" Because she wants a job, that's why. And you're out of your mind if you don't hire her after she shows you this," he said defensively and proudly holding up the parchment work of Hermione and Penelope's.
" Well, it's not really for me to decide, you need to talk to Mr. Hampton, just go through that door."
Hermione and Ron walked over to the door the lady had pointed to and knocked.
"Ron, could you just stay out here while I talk to Mr. Hampton on my own?" Hermione asked. Ron looked grumpy bud agreed anyway.
"Just be confident, and don't be modest. Not that you ever ARE," he said, and kissed her cheek before going to sit down at someone's desk. Hermione heard a voice from behind the door say "Enter!" and so she opened the door and walked in.
Closing the door behind her, Hermione looked at the man sitting behind the desk. He was reading some type of letter, and had stretched his long legs out across the floor. Mr. Hampton looked like a man with little character. His robes were basic black, and he had dark brown hair and glasses. His desk was tidy, with no little knick-knacks or pictures. He looked somewhat like Percy, but an even more boring type of Percy.
" How can I help you?" he asked her, motioning for her to sit in the chair opposite him. Hermione obeyed and sat. Holding out her hand, she shook his and smiled.
" How are you Mr. Hampton? I'm Hermione Granger, and I was interested in working here in your Department," she said, getting straight to the point. Mr. Hampton looked uninterested.
"Indeed? And what made you think we needed a new employee?" he asked, leaning back in his chair and putting his fingers together.
" Nothing until I came to your office. I always loved Charms, and invented my own spell in Hogwarts. When I came to your office today I noticed you had very little people who are good at Counter-Curses. Am I correct?"
Mr. Hampton gave a short nod.
" I just recently made one of my own," she said, pushing her parchment across the desk for him to look at. He picked it up and examined it for several minutes. Those few minutes, Hermione watched him nervously, wringing her hands in her lap, until they became wet with sweat. Disgusted, she wiped them on her robes and gripped the sides of the chair instead.
At last, he put the pile down on his desk and looked up.
" It's impressive, Ms. Granger, but does it work?"
"Yes, I have already tested it on one of the patients at St. Mungo's. But it hasn't been approved by the Ministry just yet, I haven't had the time."
"You said before that you invented a spell while in Hogwarts. What was it?"
" It was the spell that defeated Voldemort," Hermione said, glancing down at her work and blushing just a little.
"The Retourne a mort spell?" Mr. Hampton said, sitting up straight in his desk.
" Yes, that one, although I had given it a different name. I wasn;t aware they had changed it."
" Are you THE Hermione Granger? Head Girl, writer, and now a medi-wizard?" he asked incredulously.
"Yes, I am."
" What has taken you so long to come to the Ministry? The whole wizarding world has been wondering for years when you'd do something better than medicine. Waste of talent, Miss Granger! Waste of talent!"
And with that, he stood up and shook her hand.
"Welcome to the Department, sweetheart! Come in a week's time, ready to work. We'll find a job for you until then."
Mr. Hampton guided Hermione out the door before she could even say thankyou, and before she knew it, Ron was standing next to her. Mr. Hampton shook her hand once again, smiled a smile meant only for her, and walked back into his office. Maybe he did have a personality after all, she thought. Ron took her hand.
" Who was he, to smile at you like that? Just because you're-"
" Shut up, Ron," Hermione said, not caring if he thought she was rude. All she cared about was that she had a job, and that Mr. Hart was alive. She held her nose up in the air as she used to, and walked out of the door, only to find herself out on the street again. Ron appeared beside her and looked at her grumpily.
"You really haven't changed a bit," he said, and kissed her straight on the mouth. When they finished, Hermione held him around the waist.
" Aren't you going to ask if I got the job?" she asked as she lay her head on his shoulder.
" No. I already know. You can always tell with you, when you have a secret," he said, touching her hair. Hermione sighed happily and was just about to propose a walk, when she suddenly remembered Ron's words "You're all invited for supper at seven!".
" Ron!" she gasped. " What time is it?"
" 6:30, why?" Ron asked, checking his watch.
" You invited people for seven!" she cried, running westward to the nearest Apparition Point.
"We'll have to get Chinese!" she yelled over her shoulder. Ron grinned.
"I love Chinese, and so does Ginny!"
They reached the Point at 6:37 and stopped to catch their breath.
" Why don't you go home and clean, get dressed, whatever you need to do,andI'll get the food," Ron panted. Hermione, too breathless to speak nodded her head. Before Ron left, he took both of Hermione's hands and pulled her closer. Looking down at her, he grinned.
"You're my girl and I'm bloody proud of you," he said and kissed her once again. Then he Apparated.
Of course it's not the end! The end is wedding tiiime! Then I have an out- take part I already promised to do.. I might do a sequel after that. We'll see
All I need to say for this chapter, is something about my updates. I'm not really finding time to update my story lately, and it's bugging me just as much as it's bugging you, I'm sure. So I've decided that each Tuesday I'll make an update. That way you guys know when to check, and I know when I have to get the story finished by. So check on Tuesdays, and reviiiieeeeeewwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Love you all! Thanks so much for reading!
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Hermione stood speechless in the office for a moment. There were various doors leading into rooms with important people's name written on them, and wooden desks stacked with paper lined the walls. People were running back and forth, their arms full of books or parchment, some of them muttering Charms under their breath. One lady almost crashed into Hermione, but she side-stepped just in time.
" The Invisibility Charm didn't quite work, Sven!" she called across the office, breaking the silence. " We need to make some adjustments, I think. And we need to find a Counter-Curse to help Morton."
Hermione's ears pricked up at the word Counter-Curse. That was what she REALLY wanted to do, because she had loved it so much. Inventing the spell, doing research, finding each possible flaw the Counter-Curse could hack at. Could she please keep doing that?
"Excuse me," she said, touching the woman's elbow to get her attention, " I couldn't help but overhear. Did you say you needed a Counter-Curse for something?"
" Yes, and I don't know how we're going to find one for this Curse. Went completely barmy on us, let me tell you that. It took us so long to find one last time, none of us hired here are really qualified for Counter- Curses." she paused, " Why do you ask dear?"
Hermione was about to speak when Ron interrupted.
" Because she wants a job, that's why. And you're out of your mind if you don't hire her after she shows you this," he said defensively and proudly holding up the parchment work of Hermione and Penelope's.
" Well, it's not really for me to decide, you need to talk to Mr. Hampton, just go through that door."
Hermione and Ron walked over to the door the lady had pointed to and knocked.
"Ron, could you just stay out here while I talk to Mr. Hampton on my own?" Hermione asked. Ron looked grumpy bud agreed anyway.
"Just be confident, and don't be modest. Not that you ever ARE," he said, and kissed her cheek before going to sit down at someone's desk. Hermione heard a voice from behind the door say "Enter!" and so she opened the door and walked in.
Closing the door behind her, Hermione looked at the man sitting behind the desk. He was reading some type of letter, and had stretched his long legs out across the floor. Mr. Hampton looked like a man with little character. His robes were basic black, and he had dark brown hair and glasses. His desk was tidy, with no little knick-knacks or pictures. He looked somewhat like Percy, but an even more boring type of Percy.
" How can I help you?" he asked her, motioning for her to sit in the chair opposite him. Hermione obeyed and sat. Holding out her hand, she shook his and smiled.
" How are you Mr. Hampton? I'm Hermione Granger, and I was interested in working here in your Department," she said, getting straight to the point. Mr. Hampton looked uninterested.
"Indeed? And what made you think we needed a new employee?" he asked, leaning back in his chair and putting his fingers together.
" Nothing until I came to your office. I always loved Charms, and invented my own spell in Hogwarts. When I came to your office today I noticed you had very little people who are good at Counter-Curses. Am I correct?"
Mr. Hampton gave a short nod.
" I just recently made one of my own," she said, pushing her parchment across the desk for him to look at. He picked it up and examined it for several minutes. Those few minutes, Hermione watched him nervously, wringing her hands in her lap, until they became wet with sweat. Disgusted, she wiped them on her robes and gripped the sides of the chair instead.
At last, he put the pile down on his desk and looked up.
" It's impressive, Ms. Granger, but does it work?"
"Yes, I have already tested it on one of the patients at St. Mungo's. But it hasn't been approved by the Ministry just yet, I haven't had the time."
"You said before that you invented a spell while in Hogwarts. What was it?"
" It was the spell that defeated Voldemort," Hermione said, glancing down at her work and blushing just a little.
"The Retourne a mort spell?" Mr. Hampton said, sitting up straight in his desk.
" Yes, that one, although I had given it a different name. I wasn;t aware they had changed it."
" Are you THE Hermione Granger? Head Girl, writer, and now a medi-wizard?" he asked incredulously.
"Yes, I am."
" What has taken you so long to come to the Ministry? The whole wizarding world has been wondering for years when you'd do something better than medicine. Waste of talent, Miss Granger! Waste of talent!"
And with that, he stood up and shook her hand.
"Welcome to the Department, sweetheart! Come in a week's time, ready to work. We'll find a job for you until then."
Mr. Hampton guided Hermione out the door before she could even say thankyou, and before she knew it, Ron was standing next to her. Mr. Hampton shook her hand once again, smiled a smile meant only for her, and walked back into his office. Maybe he did have a personality after all, she thought. Ron took her hand.
" Who was he, to smile at you like that? Just because you're-"
" Shut up, Ron," Hermione said, not caring if he thought she was rude. All she cared about was that she had a job, and that Mr. Hart was alive. She held her nose up in the air as she used to, and walked out of the door, only to find herself out on the street again. Ron appeared beside her and looked at her grumpily.
"You really haven't changed a bit," he said, and kissed her straight on the mouth. When they finished, Hermione held him around the waist.
" Aren't you going to ask if I got the job?" she asked as she lay her head on his shoulder.
" No. I already know. You can always tell with you, when you have a secret," he said, touching her hair. Hermione sighed happily and was just about to propose a walk, when she suddenly remembered Ron's words "You're all invited for supper at seven!".
" Ron!" she gasped. " What time is it?"
" 6:30, why?" Ron asked, checking his watch.
" You invited people for seven!" she cried, running westward to the nearest Apparition Point.
"We'll have to get Chinese!" she yelled over her shoulder. Ron grinned.
"I love Chinese, and so does Ginny!"
They reached the Point at 6:37 and stopped to catch their breath.
" Why don't you go home and clean, get dressed, whatever you need to do,andI'll get the food," Ron panted. Hermione, too breathless to speak nodded her head. Before Ron left, he took both of Hermione's hands and pulled her closer. Looking down at her, he grinned.
"You're my girl and I'm bloody proud of you," he said and kissed her once again. Then he Apparated.