NAME: Death by Dominatrix
AUTHOR: Stupid_Girl_of_Cold
SUMMARY: Hermione Granger is a muggle detective for a detective agency in New York City, New York. She's smart, beautiful, and she is a hard ass. After Hogwarts, she had gone into the Navy and now she was the best detective in New York. When two unexpected people are murdered, she goes to London for the funeral, only to find that the murderer has gone over seas to New York, and was striking there, so she has to team up with London's best detective, Draco Malfoy, to find the murderer before they strike another person that is important to Hermione.
DISCLAIMER: I wouldn't write a fan fiction if I owned anything.
RAITING: R
REASON: Sexual humor, sexual content, crude language, and violence.
CHAPTER ONE.
Hermione sat in her office, looking through many sheets of paper. She had just solved a big case about a suicide on top of the empire state building. The man had shot himself in both of his legs at the same time and then in his head on the way down. People had suspected his wife did it, but Hermione knew, out of magic, that he had killed himself and then toppled off the top of the large building. She wondered how he got there. There was no rope, or anything else he could have used to get up there. Hermione thought that he had appearated there. Of course, she worked with muggles so she couldn't say that.
Hermione was tired. Overly tired. She had had nine cups of coffee, but it wouldn't allow her to stay up because she knew that something big was going to happen very soon. She rested her head on her desk and fell asleep. Not long after, an owl flew through the window and hit her in the head. She gave a small frightened scream and she feel stupidly out of her seat. She stood up abruptly and she looked at the letter that the owl had in its beak and she reached for it slowly. The color of the envelope was black and Hermione knew what that meant. Death. She grabbed it hesitantly from the bird and looked at the cover. Hermione gave a small startled scream.
"Oh no. Please no." she said to herself. The person who had written her was Mrs. Molly Weasley. That could only mean two things. Either one of the members of the Weasley family died, or Harry. Hermione didn't want to open the letter, but she had to. She opened it and read the invitation for the funeral out loud.
Dear Hermione Granger,
I, Molly Marie Weasley, have invited you to the funeral of Fred and Gorge Weasley. The ceremony will be held on Sunday November the 6th. We would be so happy if you came.
-Molly
Hermione stared at the short letter and put her hand over her mouth. The twins were dead. How? Why? They were like the other brothers she never had. Along with Harry and Ron. They always made her laugh, and they cheered her up when she was down.
"Damn it." Hermione said. She sat down at her desk and looked at the owl that was perched lazily on her pen cup. "Give me one minute." She told the bird. She reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a piece of paper. She grabbed a pen from the pen cup, which startled the gray bird slightly, and she wrote her response.
Dear Molly,
My greatest apologies towards you and your family, which is so close to me. I will be at the Burrow on Saturday morning. Please, tell Harry and Ron that I am coming. I would like them to know that I ill arrive so they can come and pick me up.
-Hermione
Hermione rolled the parchment and tied it with a piece of red string that she had on her desk for owl letters. She gave it to the bird and she grabbed her jacket. She put it on and walked out of the building and into her black 68' corvette. She pushed the gas and sped down the street and toward the other side of New York.
Hermione was New York's best. She wasn't going to ask Molly what had happened to the twins, so she decided she would ask Arthur, or Harry. If it were murder, she would find the son of a bitch who did it. If it were an accident, she would just mourn over the two older men that she had known for half of her life. If she could help it, she would lock the person behind bars, and torture them brutally.
Hermione pulled up in front of a large, bright, hotel. She gave her keys to the valley and she walked past the man at the front desk.
"Hello Miss Granger." Said the man.
"Hello Rufus. How have you been?" she asked, turning.
"Good, ma'am. How have you been?" he asked her politely. Hermione smiled.
"Not too good. Two of my friends died today." Hermione confessed.
"I am very sorry." Rufus said in sympathy.
"Thank you for your sympathy Rufus, and good evening." Hermione nodded her head and turned on her heal, walking toward the elevator. She hopped in, pushed a button to the thirteenth floor, and stood up against the wall of the small cubicle. When the elevator opened, she stepped out and walked toward her room. She pulled out her keys and opened the door.
She immediately started to take off her clothes and she walked into the bathroom. She threw her undergarments to the floor and stepped into the shower. She turned it on and took a long hot shower, her thoughts still going through her head.
'How could they die?'
'Who could have been so cruel?'
'I am going to kill the fucker who did this to them.'
She kept thinking about how she would kill the person, but knew that it would be in vain. She sighed and washed her hair. She was 25 years old and she wanted to act like a child. She wanted to cry, scream, throw a temper tantrum, but she decided against the notion and leaned against the wall that the shower was next to. Six damn years in the Navy, two years as a detective. She didn't know how long she could stand it, but she liked it. It gave her a reason to get up in the morning, and whenever she had to.
~*~*~*~
I did it because Fred had been so mean. He said he loved me. He said he would hold me until he died. But he left, got married, had two children. He wasn't alive any more. I was glad. And to add to my blissful glee, I had killed the person closest to him. His equal, his match, his reflection, his brother. His twin. For the longest time I wanted to do it, and, finally, I did it. I killed them. Brutally. I remember as if it were yesterday. Actually, it was yesterday.
I sat in my car. It was storming, windy, dark, and there was no one on that lonely muggle street. I looked to my side. There it was. My pride, my joy. The sleekness of the handgun was enough to drive me insane. I picked it up off the passenger seat and slipped it into my robe pocket. My hooded robe was enough to cover my face in shadow, everything but my beautiful pink lips. I got out of the car and closed and locked the door to my black car.
You see. I wasn't going to use the gun. I was only going to use it to manipulate them, to get them to follow me to the place I wanted them to go. At the time, I didn't think them, instead, I thought him, of course. Fred was the only one on my mind. He was so sweet, adorable, caring, perfidious, all at the same time. The bastard betrayed me and I was going to let him feel the pain that I had to go through. It felt like I had been ran over by a train carrying thousands of pounds of black coal. Not that the color mattered.
I walked into the leaky cauldron and I sat at the bar. I let down my hood and I smiled at the bar tender.
"It's raining like crazy outside." I told him, covering my real reason of being in there.
"I bet. What would you like?" he asked. I thought for a second, and then I picked.
"A bloody mary." I said, putting light emphasis on 'bloody'. He nodded his head and started to make the sinful American drink. When he was done, he put a celery stalk in it and handed it over to me.
"Here you are. Tell me if you need anything else." He said politely.
"I will. Oh. Can you instruct me to Weasley Wizard Wheezes?" I asked politely. He smiled at me and I smiled sweetly back.
"Sure little lady. Once you open the wall, go down to Gringots and turn to your left. It should be right there in bright colors." He informed her.
"Thank you." She said. She took her drink slowly, watching people come and go. After twenty minutes, I had finished my drink and I stood. I paid the bartender a galleon and I left. I walked toward the Gringots bank and I smirked evilly. I was overwhelmed with heartless joy. I walked toward the door and I replaced my hood and opened the door. Nobody was in the front, behind the desk, or in front of the store. It was quiet and practically abandoned. No body was in Diagon Ally's streets, allies, and lanes. It was almost absurd and freaky. It sent electric shocks up my back, but I ignored them. Hardly.
I walked briskly around the store, looking at all of the different pranks. Fred had wasted his brilliant mind on toys for stupid, retarded children who had nothing better to do than laugh at other people after they had eaten Canary Creams, Ton Tongue Toffee, and Wild Willy Wets. Many absurd and flamboyant joke treats, for absurd and stupid little children.
"Can I help you?" came the voice of my recent lover. I turned quickly and smirked at him.
"Fred. Love." I said happily.
"Who are you?" he asked. I pulled out my gun and shot all of the wizard security cameras and motion detectors. "Get out of my store!" he yelled.
"I don't think so Freddie. I am here to get you back for what you did to me." I yelled at him. I put down my hood and he gasped.
"You?" he said.
"Yes me. Do not say my name because most likely, you don't remember it." I said, venom dripping from every word like a leaky faucet in a public bathroom.
"I do remember." He said. I looked at his face and my face softened. He was as handsome as ever and I couldn't help but take another step toward him. Abruptly I turned and shot Gorge's wand from his hand. I could tell that Fred was looking Gorge's way and I decided I didn't want to die, so I took my machete from my bra and I put it up to Fred's neck.
"I'm glad you remember, Fred. Now, if any of you move, I will kill you both. I flicked my wrist that was connected to the hand that held the machete and it turned into my wand. "Petrificus Totalus." I said. Fred's arms snapped to his sides, and his legs snapped together. He fell to the ground and I turned to Gorge and did the same thing. I pulled my temporary vanishing potion from my pocket and I poured it on both of my victims. 'Victims' was such a cruel and awesomely cool word. I liked the sound of it. Victim. Victim. Victim . . ..
"I hope you two have a good time being invisible." I said to them. I levitated them right before they fully disappeared and I walked skillfully out of Diagon Ally, out of the Leaky Cauldron and towards my car. I opened the back door and switched my wand in my hands. I levitated them into my car and I closed the door. I got into the front seat and turned around in it. They had come back into color so now I could see them. I undid their heads from the curse and Fred looked at me.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked me. I glared at him and I let a tear fall from my eye. Not any normal tear, but one of blood. The blood tear startled him and when I noticed this, I started to explain.
"I wanted to hurt you, like you hurt me. I love you Fred, but look what you did. You left me all alone, when I still loved you. Tell me you love me." I told him. He didn't say anything. "Please?" I asked.
"No." he said.
"Fine. I will go through with my plan. But, I got something extra with my plan. Your very own innocent, loving, caring, red headed twin brother. Oh how things turn out." I said delightfully. I turned back around and I turned on the car. I drove toward the British Tracks, the train station in London, and I whistled the whole way there.
"What is your plan?" Fred asked me as we neared the station. The twins couldn't see the station since they were in a body bind. I slowed the roll of the car and I just drifted along the rode slowly, dramatically.
"To kill you both." I put evil emphasis on the words 'kill' and 'both'. I love to put emphasis on words in a sentence like that; it puts drama into the story. Yes, when I get caught, if I get caught, I will write my memoirs in Azkaban. Yup. It'll be a big seller when I kill other people. Until I get to the final person on my list, after I kill him, my book will sell for millions of galleons and I will be able to buy whatever I want when I get out of the hellhole. Oh yeah. With those thoughts in mind, I pulled into the station parking lot and I smiled at the lights that shined 'London Train Station' in red letters. I sighed and got out of the car.
I opened the back door and looked at my victims. Fear was on Gorge's face, but hatred was on Fred's. He hates me. He hates ME!! How dare he! Oh. I'll show him. I pulled out my wand and put their heads in a bind. I put more invisible potion on them and I levitated them down the empty railroads for two miles. They had come back into view and they were looking at me, wondering what I was doing. Yes, I could tell what they were thinking because I could read people. Their faces, their thoughts. I set them down next to the tracks and pulled out two pairs of handcuffs. I then set them horizontally on the train tracks and took their hands out of the bind. I cuffed them to the train tracks and I undid the bind. They looked around and up at me. Gorge was still afraid, and now Fred looked utterly petrified. Oh, how fun.
"Well, Fred, Gorge. I'll tell your wives hello for you." I said slily.
"Please, do not hurt them." They plead in unison.
"I wasn't planning on it. You were the one who hurt me. Not them." I told the. I had told them the truth. I didn't care about the kids and wives. Only about the man who had hurt me and drove me over the edge in the car of INSANITY! And about all the other men who did the same thing to me, I would get them for it. Oh. I swore it on everything holy.
I then saw lights off of some near bye trees. Perfect. The train was coming and I started to walk away, ignoring the yells coming from my victims. There's that word again. Victims, victim, victims, and all that rot. I won't go into it again. Promise. As the train passed behind me, I heard a sickening crunch of bones. Ah yes: the sound of death. Victim! Victims! I turned around as I heard the crushing stopped and saw the two bodies laying on the tracks, indentions in their wrists and legs, and other places on their bodies.
"That was cooler than I thought." I said to myself. I left the train station and I got the first flight out of the country. My next stop: America.
SO!?!?!? Did you like it?! I liked it. I especially like the killer and her point of view. I thought that was utterly cynical and insane. Oh yeah. So, are you going to review or what? This was almost 3,000 words, and almost 7 pages. I liked it so much. Review! Review!! Little blue button at the bottom of the screen, right down there. Yeah! I'm such a spazz.
AUTHOR: Stupid_Girl_of_Cold
SUMMARY: Hermione Granger is a muggle detective for a detective agency in New York City, New York. She's smart, beautiful, and she is a hard ass. After Hogwarts, she had gone into the Navy and now she was the best detective in New York. When two unexpected people are murdered, she goes to London for the funeral, only to find that the murderer has gone over seas to New York, and was striking there, so she has to team up with London's best detective, Draco Malfoy, to find the murderer before they strike another person that is important to Hermione.
DISCLAIMER: I wouldn't write a fan fiction if I owned anything.
RAITING: R
REASON: Sexual humor, sexual content, crude language, and violence.
CHAPTER ONE.
Hermione sat in her office, looking through many sheets of paper. She had just solved a big case about a suicide on top of the empire state building. The man had shot himself in both of his legs at the same time and then in his head on the way down. People had suspected his wife did it, but Hermione knew, out of magic, that he had killed himself and then toppled off the top of the large building. She wondered how he got there. There was no rope, or anything else he could have used to get up there. Hermione thought that he had appearated there. Of course, she worked with muggles so she couldn't say that.
Hermione was tired. Overly tired. She had had nine cups of coffee, but it wouldn't allow her to stay up because she knew that something big was going to happen very soon. She rested her head on her desk and fell asleep. Not long after, an owl flew through the window and hit her in the head. She gave a small frightened scream and she feel stupidly out of her seat. She stood up abruptly and she looked at the letter that the owl had in its beak and she reached for it slowly. The color of the envelope was black and Hermione knew what that meant. Death. She grabbed it hesitantly from the bird and looked at the cover. Hermione gave a small startled scream.
"Oh no. Please no." she said to herself. The person who had written her was Mrs. Molly Weasley. That could only mean two things. Either one of the members of the Weasley family died, or Harry. Hermione didn't want to open the letter, but she had to. She opened it and read the invitation for the funeral out loud.
Dear Hermione Granger,
I, Molly Marie Weasley, have invited you to the funeral of Fred and Gorge Weasley. The ceremony will be held on Sunday November the 6th. We would be so happy if you came.
-Molly
Hermione stared at the short letter and put her hand over her mouth. The twins were dead. How? Why? They were like the other brothers she never had. Along with Harry and Ron. They always made her laugh, and they cheered her up when she was down.
"Damn it." Hermione said. She sat down at her desk and looked at the owl that was perched lazily on her pen cup. "Give me one minute." She told the bird. She reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a piece of paper. She grabbed a pen from the pen cup, which startled the gray bird slightly, and she wrote her response.
Dear Molly,
My greatest apologies towards you and your family, which is so close to me. I will be at the Burrow on Saturday morning. Please, tell Harry and Ron that I am coming. I would like them to know that I ill arrive so they can come and pick me up.
-Hermione
Hermione rolled the parchment and tied it with a piece of red string that she had on her desk for owl letters. She gave it to the bird and she grabbed her jacket. She put it on and walked out of the building and into her black 68' corvette. She pushed the gas and sped down the street and toward the other side of New York.
Hermione was New York's best. She wasn't going to ask Molly what had happened to the twins, so she decided she would ask Arthur, or Harry. If it were murder, she would find the son of a bitch who did it. If it were an accident, she would just mourn over the two older men that she had known for half of her life. If she could help it, she would lock the person behind bars, and torture them brutally.
Hermione pulled up in front of a large, bright, hotel. She gave her keys to the valley and she walked past the man at the front desk.
"Hello Miss Granger." Said the man.
"Hello Rufus. How have you been?" she asked, turning.
"Good, ma'am. How have you been?" he asked her politely. Hermione smiled.
"Not too good. Two of my friends died today." Hermione confessed.
"I am very sorry." Rufus said in sympathy.
"Thank you for your sympathy Rufus, and good evening." Hermione nodded her head and turned on her heal, walking toward the elevator. She hopped in, pushed a button to the thirteenth floor, and stood up against the wall of the small cubicle. When the elevator opened, she stepped out and walked toward her room. She pulled out her keys and opened the door.
She immediately started to take off her clothes and she walked into the bathroom. She threw her undergarments to the floor and stepped into the shower. She turned it on and took a long hot shower, her thoughts still going through her head.
'How could they die?'
'Who could have been so cruel?'
'I am going to kill the fucker who did this to them.'
She kept thinking about how she would kill the person, but knew that it would be in vain. She sighed and washed her hair. She was 25 years old and she wanted to act like a child. She wanted to cry, scream, throw a temper tantrum, but she decided against the notion and leaned against the wall that the shower was next to. Six damn years in the Navy, two years as a detective. She didn't know how long she could stand it, but she liked it. It gave her a reason to get up in the morning, and whenever she had to.
~*~*~*~
I did it because Fred had been so mean. He said he loved me. He said he would hold me until he died. But he left, got married, had two children. He wasn't alive any more. I was glad. And to add to my blissful glee, I had killed the person closest to him. His equal, his match, his reflection, his brother. His twin. For the longest time I wanted to do it, and, finally, I did it. I killed them. Brutally. I remember as if it were yesterday. Actually, it was yesterday.
I sat in my car. It was storming, windy, dark, and there was no one on that lonely muggle street. I looked to my side. There it was. My pride, my joy. The sleekness of the handgun was enough to drive me insane. I picked it up off the passenger seat and slipped it into my robe pocket. My hooded robe was enough to cover my face in shadow, everything but my beautiful pink lips. I got out of the car and closed and locked the door to my black car.
You see. I wasn't going to use the gun. I was only going to use it to manipulate them, to get them to follow me to the place I wanted them to go. At the time, I didn't think them, instead, I thought him, of course. Fred was the only one on my mind. He was so sweet, adorable, caring, perfidious, all at the same time. The bastard betrayed me and I was going to let him feel the pain that I had to go through. It felt like I had been ran over by a train carrying thousands of pounds of black coal. Not that the color mattered.
I walked into the leaky cauldron and I sat at the bar. I let down my hood and I smiled at the bar tender.
"It's raining like crazy outside." I told him, covering my real reason of being in there.
"I bet. What would you like?" he asked. I thought for a second, and then I picked.
"A bloody mary." I said, putting light emphasis on 'bloody'. He nodded his head and started to make the sinful American drink. When he was done, he put a celery stalk in it and handed it over to me.
"Here you are. Tell me if you need anything else." He said politely.
"I will. Oh. Can you instruct me to Weasley Wizard Wheezes?" I asked politely. He smiled at me and I smiled sweetly back.
"Sure little lady. Once you open the wall, go down to Gringots and turn to your left. It should be right there in bright colors." He informed her.
"Thank you." She said. She took her drink slowly, watching people come and go. After twenty minutes, I had finished my drink and I stood. I paid the bartender a galleon and I left. I walked toward the Gringots bank and I smirked evilly. I was overwhelmed with heartless joy. I walked toward the door and I replaced my hood and opened the door. Nobody was in the front, behind the desk, or in front of the store. It was quiet and practically abandoned. No body was in Diagon Ally's streets, allies, and lanes. It was almost absurd and freaky. It sent electric shocks up my back, but I ignored them. Hardly.
I walked briskly around the store, looking at all of the different pranks. Fred had wasted his brilliant mind on toys for stupid, retarded children who had nothing better to do than laugh at other people after they had eaten Canary Creams, Ton Tongue Toffee, and Wild Willy Wets. Many absurd and flamboyant joke treats, for absurd and stupid little children.
"Can I help you?" came the voice of my recent lover. I turned quickly and smirked at him.
"Fred. Love." I said happily.
"Who are you?" he asked. I pulled out my gun and shot all of the wizard security cameras and motion detectors. "Get out of my store!" he yelled.
"I don't think so Freddie. I am here to get you back for what you did to me." I yelled at him. I put down my hood and he gasped.
"You?" he said.
"Yes me. Do not say my name because most likely, you don't remember it." I said, venom dripping from every word like a leaky faucet in a public bathroom.
"I do remember." He said. I looked at his face and my face softened. He was as handsome as ever and I couldn't help but take another step toward him. Abruptly I turned and shot Gorge's wand from his hand. I could tell that Fred was looking Gorge's way and I decided I didn't want to die, so I took my machete from my bra and I put it up to Fred's neck.
"I'm glad you remember, Fred. Now, if any of you move, I will kill you both. I flicked my wrist that was connected to the hand that held the machete and it turned into my wand. "Petrificus Totalus." I said. Fred's arms snapped to his sides, and his legs snapped together. He fell to the ground and I turned to Gorge and did the same thing. I pulled my temporary vanishing potion from my pocket and I poured it on both of my victims. 'Victims' was such a cruel and awesomely cool word. I liked the sound of it. Victim. Victim. Victim . . ..
"I hope you two have a good time being invisible." I said to them. I levitated them right before they fully disappeared and I walked skillfully out of Diagon Ally, out of the Leaky Cauldron and towards my car. I opened the back door and switched my wand in my hands. I levitated them into my car and I closed the door. I got into the front seat and turned around in it. They had come back into color so now I could see them. I undid their heads from the curse and Fred looked at me.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked me. I glared at him and I let a tear fall from my eye. Not any normal tear, but one of blood. The blood tear startled him and when I noticed this, I started to explain.
"I wanted to hurt you, like you hurt me. I love you Fred, but look what you did. You left me all alone, when I still loved you. Tell me you love me." I told him. He didn't say anything. "Please?" I asked.
"No." he said.
"Fine. I will go through with my plan. But, I got something extra with my plan. Your very own innocent, loving, caring, red headed twin brother. Oh how things turn out." I said delightfully. I turned back around and I turned on the car. I drove toward the British Tracks, the train station in London, and I whistled the whole way there.
"What is your plan?" Fred asked me as we neared the station. The twins couldn't see the station since they were in a body bind. I slowed the roll of the car and I just drifted along the rode slowly, dramatically.
"To kill you both." I put evil emphasis on the words 'kill' and 'both'. I love to put emphasis on words in a sentence like that; it puts drama into the story. Yes, when I get caught, if I get caught, I will write my memoirs in Azkaban. Yup. It'll be a big seller when I kill other people. Until I get to the final person on my list, after I kill him, my book will sell for millions of galleons and I will be able to buy whatever I want when I get out of the hellhole. Oh yeah. With those thoughts in mind, I pulled into the station parking lot and I smiled at the lights that shined 'London Train Station' in red letters. I sighed and got out of the car.
I opened the back door and looked at my victims. Fear was on Gorge's face, but hatred was on Fred's. He hates me. He hates ME!! How dare he! Oh. I'll show him. I pulled out my wand and put their heads in a bind. I put more invisible potion on them and I levitated them down the empty railroads for two miles. They had come back into view and they were looking at me, wondering what I was doing. Yes, I could tell what they were thinking because I could read people. Their faces, their thoughts. I set them down next to the tracks and pulled out two pairs of handcuffs. I then set them horizontally on the train tracks and took their hands out of the bind. I cuffed them to the train tracks and I undid the bind. They looked around and up at me. Gorge was still afraid, and now Fred looked utterly petrified. Oh, how fun.
"Well, Fred, Gorge. I'll tell your wives hello for you." I said slily.
"Please, do not hurt them." They plead in unison.
"I wasn't planning on it. You were the one who hurt me. Not them." I told the. I had told them the truth. I didn't care about the kids and wives. Only about the man who had hurt me and drove me over the edge in the car of INSANITY! And about all the other men who did the same thing to me, I would get them for it. Oh. I swore it on everything holy.
I then saw lights off of some near bye trees. Perfect. The train was coming and I started to walk away, ignoring the yells coming from my victims. There's that word again. Victims, victim, victims, and all that rot. I won't go into it again. Promise. As the train passed behind me, I heard a sickening crunch of bones. Ah yes: the sound of death. Victim! Victims! I turned around as I heard the crushing stopped and saw the two bodies laying on the tracks, indentions in their wrists and legs, and other places on their bodies.
"That was cooler than I thought." I said to myself. I left the train station and I got the first flight out of the country. My next stop: America.
SO!?!?!? Did you like it?! I liked it. I especially like the killer and her point of view. I thought that was utterly cynical and insane. Oh yeah. So, are you going to review or what? This was almost 3,000 words, and almost 7 pages. I liked it so much. Review! Review!! Little blue button at the bottom of the screen, right down there. Yeah! I'm such a spazz.