Hey it's me again. I know, it's been a long time since I updated this story but i've got 3 of them going on right now so I can't possibly update all of them every week. So anyway, here it goes with this chapter. Except the secondary characters and the plot, I owe nothing. The rest belongs to JkRowling. Have fun.

Chapter 10: Paper butterflies

Hermione arrived early at work on Monday morning. She knew Frank, being the big mouth that he is, would talk to some people about what she'd done in the week-end.

Being concentrated in her work, she didn't notice Frank when he got to work, an incredibly wide grin on his face.

A white paper butterfly soon came flying over Hermione before landing on her desk. She opened it and read:

"Not too tired about Saturday night?!" F

She answered: " No! What about you! Don't answer me, I don't wanna know, and don't you dare disturb me again in my work. If you've got so much free time in your work that you can spend it bothering me, maybe you shouldn't have come to work." HG (I think she's in her pms.)

"That should shut him up" she mumbled to herself, getting back to work.

She picked up her pen and started chewing it lightly as she started reading the report that had been done by certain of her colleagues on the educational reform that was planned. Just as she opened the document to start reading, an other note leaned on her desk.

" 'Mione, what happened to you this week-end?!" HP

"Nothing, why do you ask?!" HG and she sent back the note, knowing it would come back as soon as Harry would have had it.

Harry, reading about certain advances Auror techniques in his newly acquired office (shared with five other persons, including Malfoy) answered:

" 'Mione, you ran away from the party on Saturday night, what's gotten into you? You didn't even tell anybody where you were heading." HP

"Nothing much Harry, I wasn't feeling well." HG

Another butterfly, this time made of flashy yellow paper, distinctive of the department of magical sports and games landed on her desk.

Man, am I not gonna be able to work peacefully today or what! She opened the door and recognized Ron's messy handwriting that said:

" 'Mione, how are you today? You know I met Frank in the hall this morning and he sorta described us in detail your little "encounter" of Saturday night." RW

" I'm fine, thanks for your consideration. I don't know what Frank told you but he had no right of telling you any details. And, just by curiosity, you wrote "us". Who's "us"?!" HG

Hermione's face was getting red in anger. She knew what Ron had meant by "us". Frank had probably had much pleasure in telling all the guys what they had done. She knew he'd have told somebody but not the whole ministry for Merlin's sake!!!

Another note came flying.

" 'Mione, I had noticed you didn't feel well. What I wanna know is what made you not feel well?!" HP

"That is certainly not of your business Mr Potter, so on, I won't tell you." HG

" 'Mione, actually I wasn't the only one to whom Frank has been talking about your little "encounter" this morning." RW

"Should've known that would happen. Anyways, don't bother about anything you might have heard, especially if it comes from Frank. Most of what he said might not be true." HG

"Yes miss Granger, it is a best friend's business to know what's gone so wrong that you did all these "things" with one of your colleagues, Frank not to mention him." HP

"What! You already know about it? Does Malfoy know? How did he react?!?!?!" HG

"Yes Hermione. I already know about it, everybody knows about it and I must be the only one thinking that not a half of it is true. And yes, Malfoy knows, but what with him? Hermione, what's gotten into you?!"

"Malfoy's gotten into me Harry? He barely even noticed me Saturday night. I, for one, know he did it on purpose 'cause he hadn't acted like that the week-end after Annie's party at her week-end house. He sorta plays the I'm- making-you-jealous game. That made me angry so I decided on playing the game too. I knew Frank would say he had been with me but, not in my wildest dreams, would I have thought he's tell so much details!" HG

"Did you have to do it that way? I mean, now everyone will think you're some sort of sado-masochist whore or something. I know it, you should hear what people say, it's awful." HP

Hermione let down Harry's note, pushed her chair back and headed to the coffee room. On her way there and back, she heard whispers in her back and people were truly looking at her as if she was a whore, the kind of way people used to look at Pansy, back at Hogwarts. Girls, looking at her with disgust, boys, with a clear sexual envy. She took the strongest coffee there could be and almost ran back to her office before she would faint.

Back behind her desk, a pile of butterfly notes of various colors were waiting on her desk.

She started opening them and threw most of them away without answering them.

When she was finished with those from various man in heath, asking her for an night in exchange of money, she got to those she could answer.

"Hermione, why don't you answer me? I know, it's awful but it's still time to repair that? Go and talk to Frank, if he's a friend, he'll turn those rumors down since he started them! Do it please, it's your reputation." HP

"It's already too late Harry." HG

"Hermione, I'm sorry for you but you must know Harry and I are supporting you whatever happens and we'll turn down anybody that treats you improperly and that includes that Frank git. No need to answer me if you don't feel like it but I swear, I'll do my best to shut up those rumors, so will Harry." RW

" Sorry 'Mione. You know I did that for the bet, it can only help you get Malfoy if he knows what you are capable of doing!" F

Passing from totally white to flaming red, she sent him a howler:

"HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT ME LIKE THAT YOU STUPID ANIMAL! IT'S NOT GONNA HELP ME GET MALFOY! ALL IT DOES IS RUIN MY REPUTATION! YOU'LL LOSE ME MY JOB YOU FUCKIN LOOSER. AT LEAST YOU COULD HAVE FORGOTTEN THE BLOODY DETAILS, THAT WOULD'T HAVE MATTERED. DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO ME AGAIN WITHOUT BEING INVITED TO. YOUR BEHAVIOUR IS MAKING ME SICK BASTARD. YOU BETTER FIND A WAY TO STOP THOSE RUMORS OR ELSE YOU'LL REGRET EVER BEING BORN!"

The howler was shouting so strong it misplaced Frank's usually non-mobile hair and it literally burst into flames when the message was finished (the letter, not the hair!).

Next message wasn't a fun one either. It was from Mr. Alfred Lancaster, the director of her department, a short and really fat men, nearing his 60's. Not much of his salt and pepper hair remained on his head but a crown starting behind his ears. If Hermione would have known the dursley's she could have compared her boss to Vernon, but with less hair, no mustache and an even redder face. That bloody pervert might have heard about the rumors!

"Miss Granger, I'd like you to come see me in my office for a little talk, as soon as you can." AL

"I'm doomed" she thought, heading to his office, feeling quite sick all of a sudden.

"Ah, Miss Granger, how delighted I am to see you so quickly." He told her, his little porky eyes undressing her while he was drying the sweat from his head and face with an old handkerchief. "I had to talk to you about that report you're working on. Well, I actually got a notice that you must be finished with the analysis and recommendations by the end of the week. I suggest you get started now." He finished. If he continued looking at her like that, soon, saliva would go running down his chin. Ewwwww! Gross!

"Mr. Lancaster" Hermione said, trying to stay composed under his glare.

"Yes sweetie"

"Well, I ain't feeling quite well. I wondered if I could stay home for the rest of the week and finish my work there. It's quite hard for me to concentrate on it if I stay here. I'm sure I could have better results if I would stay home."

"Well, Miss Granger, that is quite unusual, but you look green so, I guess you could go back home and finish it for the rest of the week, but be sure to get some "rest"." he said, pushing the last word as if it had an obvious sexual connotation.

"Sure, thank you Mr. Lancaster. See you next week then." She said, almost running away from him.

She got back to her office, picked up all the documents she thought she would need and apparated in her apartment, not before having sent one last death glare to Frank on her way.