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Hermione's job started a month later [February 1st], and she wasn't going to return until the next summer, although they were permitted to go home for the holidays, Hermione put a lot of seriousness into this job, and she was filled with motivation, and enthusiasm, so nothing could really stop her from accomplishing her goal. She wore a black short skirt, which black boots and a leather jacket to cover her tube top, and tied her hair up tight.
She took her luggage and locked the gate of her house and took the bus to the University. She sat in the third row, against the window. Hermione thought of all the things she could accomplish with her experience, and don't get her started on missions. . .
Ring. . .Ring. . .Ring. . .
Her cell phone rang.
"Hello?" Hermione said, still looking out the window.
"Hey, Hermione! How are you?" a voice Hermione memorized and could identify right away.
"Oh my god! Harry!" she shouted, the people on the bus looked toward her.
"Erm. . ." Hermione said with a smile, looking at the people, who slowly turned away.
"Damn, it's been a long time since I've heard your voice, hasn't changed." Harry said.
"And yours. God, I'm fine. You?" She said, a bit breathlessly.
"I'm good. Our first game is next month, we've got tons to practice."
"Ooh practice. . .I thought the "UNBEATABLES" didn't need practice, because they're so unbeatable." Harry and Hermione laughed.
"Honestly, Harry. Isn't the name a bit. . .well, I don't know. . .conceited?"
"Well, yeah. But we need a title that is at least intimidating."
"Got to agree with that." Hermione giggled a bit.
"Any luck getting a job yet?"
"Uh huh. I got accepted at UTFFSWW!" she tried to not make it too loud, it was a top secret facility for Muggles.
"God, knew you would make it big! That is so awesome! Congratulations, I bet it was a snap getting in, huh?" Harry said very impressed.
"What the hell are thinking? Of course not! It took me a year, but I finally got in." Hermione said, smiling really broadly.
"I'm sure you'll do great, Hermione."
"Thanks. Have you seen Ron lately?" Hermione asked him.
"Yeah! Loads of times. We're not competing this upcoming game, though."
"Well tell him I said hi."
"Of course I will!" Harry said, Hermione smiled. "Hey Harry! We're going to practice now!" a voice said in the distance, Hermione could hear on the phone.
"Be right there! I have to go now, Hermione. Good Luck, love you!"
"Love you too. Tell Ron - - -" she said.
"No problem, I got it covered. Got to go, bye."
"Bye" and she put her cell phone in her bag, with a smile.
It was great to hear Harry's voice again, it was good that her friends kept in contact with her.
Hermione arrived at Diagon Alley 20 minutes later.
She took a secret route that was on a piece of parchment that came with the acceptance proposal.
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"Ms. Granger, I presume?" A man, who had a deep voice and was about 6 feet, shadowed over Hermione.
"Er, yes. You are. . ."
"Kenneth Greg. I will escort you to the University" He said.
"Erm. Okay." Hermione said, amazed by his appearance.
"Follow me." Kenneth led the way into a room, as white as it could get.
"Is this it?" Hermione asked, looking around.
"Of course not. Please continue to walk toward that elevator entrance, Ms. Granger."
Hermione nodded her head and steadily walked toward the elevator, she got on. And it was like instantly that right after the door closed, the elevator swung up to the top of the building, so fast that Hermione couldn't even feel it. And in about 4 seconds, the doors opened and she was staring into a room that looked so hi tech with about a 14 people murmuring.
Hermione walked into the room, pulling her luggage at the back of her, and set it beside a table.
And walked in between a few people.
"Shhh. . ." a guy a few inches away from Hermione, pressed his finger against his lips, while looking back at his friends. With a devious smirk, he reached for Hermione's ass and squeezed on it, and quickly held back, just as soon as she turned around, furiously.
"Oh fuck!" he said, his eyes traveling elsewhere, very hesitated.
"Hey, Draco. Isn't that Granger?" a bigger stubby guy, beside him said, with a smile. "Shut the fuck up" Draco said gritting his teeth and hitting him hard on the stomach, while looking in the other direction, Crabbe groaned in pain.
"Oh god. This isn't happening, what the hell are you doing here?" Hermione tried to forget she ever saw them.
Draco sighed. "Probably the same reason you're here, Granger" Draco said, giving in to look at her, and for some reason, something stopped him from throwing words at her. She looked different this time. Even better than before, but it was only one year since they last saw each other, and there was a dramatic change.
Draco had never seen Hermione in outfits that looked so tight on her body. Her clothes exposed her awesome curves, and made her seem more lively than when she was still at Hogwarts.
'God, please don't tell me that she's actually sexy. . .N-No it can't be. This is GRANGER. . .The smart ass, annoying. . .beautiful, hot. . .Oh god!' Draco shook his head slightly.
"You know what, let me forget I saw you. I'm just wasting my time anyway. So if you don't mind, get away from me." Hermione turned around.
"You heard the lady, fellas. She doesn't want to be bothered, lets get the hell outta here." Draco led them into the crowd away from Hermione.
Hermione couldn't help but look for them in the crowd with her eyes. Well this was weird, she never thought Draco could actually look better than how he looked when he was at Hogwarts. He looked handsomer, more built, more mature, in very sexy way. Hermione tried to erase these thoughts from her mind.
"Attention everyone!" A voice boomed throughout the room, everyone's attention were toward the man standing at a podium.
"THANK YOU. As you know, you were all sent here because you applied and got in, basically." The man chuckled at his own joke [if you call that a joke] and after a while he noticed no one was laughing so he cleared his throat and spoke again.
"All right. You are also here because you have the potential, the best and the brightest, and each have good reputations." If Hermione didn't hear right, she'd say these things were all lies. Draco didn't have any potential at all, nor was he the best or the brightest, and good reputations? Please!
"Well, my name is Winston Tower, and I will be your trainer for this year. Each of you will be separated into rooms, which is where you will have all your needs, and the training rooms are also separated. Two rooms in fact, for the people who have the most potential and people who need just a bit more work, they are announced on the Bulletin Board you see behind you. (Everyone looked back to see a huge board that was half empty and turned back to Winston) The training room is located up the stairs and to your right is the one. . .Oh well, you'll be informed. All right then. Last name in alphabetical order from C-M, (There were no As and Bs) please take the hall to your right and last names N-S hall to your left. Thank you and training begins first thing tomorrow. I advice luck to all of you, we will use very modern weapons, guns, knives, (Draco and his gang smirked) very advanced technology that are all for spy use and are all enchanted, so those who would rather get in trouble, FAT CHANCE!" his voice ran through the room.
"Good luck. . ." and everyone separated into their halls.
Hermione's job started a month later [February 1st], and she wasn't going to return until the next summer, although they were permitted to go home for the holidays, Hermione put a lot of seriousness into this job, and she was filled with motivation, and enthusiasm, so nothing could really stop her from accomplishing her goal. She wore a black short skirt, which black boots and a leather jacket to cover her tube top, and tied her hair up tight.
She took her luggage and locked the gate of her house and took the bus to the University. She sat in the third row, against the window. Hermione thought of all the things she could accomplish with her experience, and don't get her started on missions. . .
Ring. . .Ring. . .Ring. . .
Her cell phone rang.
"Hello?" Hermione said, still looking out the window.
"Hey, Hermione! How are you?" a voice Hermione memorized and could identify right away.
"Oh my god! Harry!" she shouted, the people on the bus looked toward her.
"Erm. . ." Hermione said with a smile, looking at the people, who slowly turned away.
"Damn, it's been a long time since I've heard your voice, hasn't changed." Harry said.
"And yours. God, I'm fine. You?" She said, a bit breathlessly.
"I'm good. Our first game is next month, we've got tons to practice."
"Ooh practice. . .I thought the "UNBEATABLES" didn't need practice, because they're so unbeatable." Harry and Hermione laughed.
"Honestly, Harry. Isn't the name a bit. . .well, I don't know. . .conceited?"
"Well, yeah. But we need a title that is at least intimidating."
"Got to agree with that." Hermione giggled a bit.
"Any luck getting a job yet?"
"Uh huh. I got accepted at UTFFSWW!" she tried to not make it too loud, it was a top secret facility for Muggles.
"God, knew you would make it big! That is so awesome! Congratulations, I bet it was a snap getting in, huh?" Harry said very impressed.
"What the hell are thinking? Of course not! It took me a year, but I finally got in." Hermione said, smiling really broadly.
"I'm sure you'll do great, Hermione."
"Thanks. Have you seen Ron lately?" Hermione asked him.
"Yeah! Loads of times. We're not competing this upcoming game, though."
"Well tell him I said hi."
"Of course I will!" Harry said, Hermione smiled. "Hey Harry! We're going to practice now!" a voice said in the distance, Hermione could hear on the phone.
"Be right there! I have to go now, Hermione. Good Luck, love you!"
"Love you too. Tell Ron - - -" she said.
"No problem, I got it covered. Got to go, bye."
"Bye" and she put her cell phone in her bag, with a smile.
It was great to hear Harry's voice again, it was good that her friends kept in contact with her.
Hermione arrived at Diagon Alley 20 minutes later.
She took a secret route that was on a piece of parchment that came with the acceptance proposal.
+ + + + + +
"Ms. Granger, I presume?" A man, who had a deep voice and was about 6 feet, shadowed over Hermione.
"Er, yes. You are. . ."
"Kenneth Greg. I will escort you to the University" He said.
"Erm. Okay." Hermione said, amazed by his appearance.
"Follow me." Kenneth led the way into a room, as white as it could get.
"Is this it?" Hermione asked, looking around.
"Of course not. Please continue to walk toward that elevator entrance, Ms. Granger."
Hermione nodded her head and steadily walked toward the elevator, she got on. And it was like instantly that right after the door closed, the elevator swung up to the top of the building, so fast that Hermione couldn't even feel it. And in about 4 seconds, the doors opened and she was staring into a room that looked so hi tech with about a 14 people murmuring.
Hermione walked into the room, pulling her luggage at the back of her, and set it beside a table.
And walked in between a few people.
"Shhh. . ." a guy a few inches away from Hermione, pressed his finger against his lips, while looking back at his friends. With a devious smirk, he reached for Hermione's ass and squeezed on it, and quickly held back, just as soon as she turned around, furiously.
"Oh fuck!" he said, his eyes traveling elsewhere, very hesitated.
"Hey, Draco. Isn't that Granger?" a bigger stubby guy, beside him said, with a smile. "Shut the fuck up" Draco said gritting his teeth and hitting him hard on the stomach, while looking in the other direction, Crabbe groaned in pain.
"Oh god. This isn't happening, what the hell are you doing here?" Hermione tried to forget she ever saw them.
Draco sighed. "Probably the same reason you're here, Granger" Draco said, giving in to look at her, and for some reason, something stopped him from throwing words at her. She looked different this time. Even better than before, but it was only one year since they last saw each other, and there was a dramatic change.
Draco had never seen Hermione in outfits that looked so tight on her body. Her clothes exposed her awesome curves, and made her seem more lively than when she was still at Hogwarts.
'God, please don't tell me that she's actually sexy. . .N-No it can't be. This is GRANGER. . .The smart ass, annoying. . .beautiful, hot. . .Oh god!' Draco shook his head slightly.
"You know what, let me forget I saw you. I'm just wasting my time anyway. So if you don't mind, get away from me." Hermione turned around.
"You heard the lady, fellas. She doesn't want to be bothered, lets get the hell outta here." Draco led them into the crowd away from Hermione.
Hermione couldn't help but look for them in the crowd with her eyes. Well this was weird, she never thought Draco could actually look better than how he looked when he was at Hogwarts. He looked handsomer, more built, more mature, in very sexy way. Hermione tried to erase these thoughts from her mind.
"Attention everyone!" A voice boomed throughout the room, everyone's attention were toward the man standing at a podium.
"THANK YOU. As you know, you were all sent here because you applied and got in, basically." The man chuckled at his own joke [if you call that a joke] and after a while he noticed no one was laughing so he cleared his throat and spoke again.
"All right. You are also here because you have the potential, the best and the brightest, and each have good reputations." If Hermione didn't hear right, she'd say these things were all lies. Draco didn't have any potential at all, nor was he the best or the brightest, and good reputations? Please!
"Well, my name is Winston Tower, and I will be your trainer for this year. Each of you will be separated into rooms, which is where you will have all your needs, and the training rooms are also separated. Two rooms in fact, for the people who have the most potential and people who need just a bit more work, they are announced on the Bulletin Board you see behind you. (Everyone looked back to see a huge board that was half empty and turned back to Winston) The training room is located up the stairs and to your right is the one. . .Oh well, you'll be informed. All right then. Last name in alphabetical order from C-M, (There were no As and Bs) please take the hall to your right and last names N-S hall to your left. Thank you and training begins first thing tomorrow. I advice luck to all of you, we will use very modern weapons, guns, knives, (Draco and his gang smirked) very advanced technology that are all for spy use and are all enchanted, so those who would rather get in trouble, FAT CHANCE!" his voice ran through the room.
"Good luck. . ." and everyone separated into their halls.