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.
AN: I know I've been horrible about updating this story, but I'm finished now so enjoy it.
Note: In this chapter, Hermione goes to London, goes to the funeral, and sees Draco for the first time since they graduated.
CHAPTER TWO.
Hermione took a taxi to the airport and she hopped out, her suitcase in her right hand. She sighed and took out her passport and ticket. She walked in, went through all of the security and all the questions, and then she mounted the plane. She sat in the first seat in first class and looked at the movie that was playing on the big screen.
"Son in Law." Hermione said to herself. She had no problem with it. Polly Shore was a comical genius. Hermione sat back in her seat and looked out the large window. Clouds were beautiful that time of year and the cool nip of the wind made them float like lily pads in a spring rain pond. Just drifting about lazily, not caring about anything or anyone. But they were inanimate objects so of course they wouldn't and/or didn't. Hermione always wanted to live on a cloud, but then she suspected that's why a bunch of people did marijuana.
Hermione sighed and looked behind her. A nice looking stewardess was walking toward her, smiling like Barbie on speed. She got the man behind Hermione a martini and then walked briskly over to Hermione and asked her what she wanted.
"Bloody Mary." Hermione told her.
"OK. Wait just one moment." The stewardess said and walked away. Hermione looked out her window again and saw something fly above the plain.
"An owl." Hermione said in a whisper.
"Here you are miss." Said the stewardess suddenly. Hermione turned quickly and the stewardess gave her a surprised look. "Are you alright?" she asked politely.
"Yes, Sorry. Thank you," Hermione looked at her nametag," Ronda." She gave Hermione the drink, smiled and then left Hermione's side. "Calm down Hermione." Hermione whispered to herself before she took a drink of the glass. She set it in the cup rest and put her head back. Going back to Britain would mean a time change. Morning in America, night in Britain.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione woke up by the sound over the intercom.
"We will be arriving at our destination in thirty minutes." The pilot said. Hermione side glanced out her window and saw that it was early morning. Damn the time change thing. It was going to tear her UP!
The plane finally landed at the airport and Hermione quickly got off. She hated flying, whether it be muggle or wizard, she hated flying. She looked out of the huge windows that showed the airplanes in their landed and or grounded state but had to tear her eyes away from them when a woman bumped into her.
"Sorry." She said quickly and ran off. Hermione checked her pockets. Everything was there. Thank god.
Hermione walked slowly out of the building and through security and she whistled for a cab. Instead of a cab, a red Ford Anglia pulled up in front of her. In the front seat, there sat Harry and Ron. Ron was driving of course. Hermione got a huge grin on her face as Harry rolled down his window. Harry and Ron looked at her with smiles and all Hermione could do was stare at them.
Something happened to her two concubines of mischief while she was gone. They matured. A lot.
"Harry! Ron!" Hermione put her front half through the window and hugged Harry around the neck. That was probably the first act of immaturity that she had done in a year or so. But, she had a mystery to solve, so she wouldn't be immiture for long. She hopped into the back seat and hugged Ron from behind.
"Nice to see you too, Hermione." Harry said.
"How are you guys?" Hermione asked in a sympathetic tone of voice. She was really appointing this question to Ron. He did just lose two of his older brothers. Hermione didn't want to see Molly Weasley just in fear of crying with her. Knowing Molly, she had been crying ever since she found out. Hermione didn't know if she could take such emotional pressure.
"I'm OK." Harry said.
"I'm OK I guess." Ron's tone was mirthless, and it made Harry and Hermione sit back and be quiet for an hour or so.
~*~*~*~
I sat on the plane and looked around. I looked like any normal muggle, wearing flared jeans with my initials sewed into the back pockets of my Silver jeans. PP. (AN: * hint * * hint *) 'PP' were stupid initials. Stupid. STUPID! Everyone seemed to make fun of me for them in our adolescence because pee pee was funny! No, it wasn't. Everyone was stupid when I was a child. Finding everything perverted, vile, or just completely crass.
I wore a Black shirt with the words 'I'm Every Woman' on it. That I was. I am every woman. I'm making all the men that hurt me pay, just like every other woman should. Since every other female was too prissy to get blood on her prissy clothes I had to do it. I had to do it all.
I got off the plane not long after and I walked through the airport. I walked out without any hitches and called for a taxi. America didn't seem so bad. New York was cool. But that wasn't the reason I was there. My next victim was there. I can't wait until I see him.
Before I got on the plain a day ago, I sent a letter to an old friend of mine. Hermione Granger. I knew that she wasn't in the U.S. anymore, because she had flown all the way back to Britain for the funeral of Fred and George, so the owl would have some time to fly.
Hermione was too smart for her own god damn good so she would be after me very soon. I'll have to keep moving quickly, or I'll be caught.
Hope you liked this chapter. It's short yes, but the next chapter won't be much longer. The chapter after that will be the long one. Hope you like it! Peace-
Scarlet
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.
AN: I know I've been horrible about updating this story, but I'm finished now so enjoy it.
Note: In this chapter, Hermione goes to London, goes to the funeral, and sees Draco for the first time since they graduated.
CHAPTER TWO.
Hermione took a taxi to the airport and she hopped out, her suitcase in her right hand. She sighed and took out her passport and ticket. She walked in, went through all of the security and all the questions, and then she mounted the plane. She sat in the first seat in first class and looked at the movie that was playing on the big screen.
"Son in Law." Hermione said to herself. She had no problem with it. Polly Shore was a comical genius. Hermione sat back in her seat and looked out the large window. Clouds were beautiful that time of year and the cool nip of the wind made them float like lily pads in a spring rain pond. Just drifting about lazily, not caring about anything or anyone. But they were inanimate objects so of course they wouldn't and/or didn't. Hermione always wanted to live on a cloud, but then she suspected that's why a bunch of people did marijuana.
Hermione sighed and looked behind her. A nice looking stewardess was walking toward her, smiling like Barbie on speed. She got the man behind Hermione a martini and then walked briskly over to Hermione and asked her what she wanted.
"Bloody Mary." Hermione told her.
"OK. Wait just one moment." The stewardess said and walked away. Hermione looked out her window again and saw something fly above the plain.
"An owl." Hermione said in a whisper.
"Here you are miss." Said the stewardess suddenly. Hermione turned quickly and the stewardess gave her a surprised look. "Are you alright?" she asked politely.
"Yes, Sorry. Thank you," Hermione looked at her nametag," Ronda." She gave Hermione the drink, smiled and then left Hermione's side. "Calm down Hermione." Hermione whispered to herself before she took a drink of the glass. She set it in the cup rest and put her head back. Going back to Britain would mean a time change. Morning in America, night in Britain.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione woke up by the sound over the intercom.
"We will be arriving at our destination in thirty minutes." The pilot said. Hermione side glanced out her window and saw that it was early morning. Damn the time change thing. It was going to tear her UP!
The plane finally landed at the airport and Hermione quickly got off. She hated flying, whether it be muggle or wizard, she hated flying. She looked out of the huge windows that showed the airplanes in their landed and or grounded state but had to tear her eyes away from them when a woman bumped into her.
"Sorry." She said quickly and ran off. Hermione checked her pockets. Everything was there. Thank god.
Hermione walked slowly out of the building and through security and she whistled for a cab. Instead of a cab, a red Ford Anglia pulled up in front of her. In the front seat, there sat Harry and Ron. Ron was driving of course. Hermione got a huge grin on her face as Harry rolled down his window. Harry and Ron looked at her with smiles and all Hermione could do was stare at them.
Something happened to her two concubines of mischief while she was gone. They matured. A lot.
"Harry! Ron!" Hermione put her front half through the window and hugged Harry around the neck. That was probably the first act of immaturity that she had done in a year or so. But, she had a mystery to solve, so she wouldn't be immiture for long. She hopped into the back seat and hugged Ron from behind.
"Nice to see you too, Hermione." Harry said.
"How are you guys?" Hermione asked in a sympathetic tone of voice. She was really appointing this question to Ron. He did just lose two of his older brothers. Hermione didn't want to see Molly Weasley just in fear of crying with her. Knowing Molly, she had been crying ever since she found out. Hermione didn't know if she could take such emotional pressure.
"I'm OK." Harry said.
"I'm OK I guess." Ron's tone was mirthless, and it made Harry and Hermione sit back and be quiet for an hour or so.
~*~*~*~
I sat on the plane and looked around. I looked like any normal muggle, wearing flared jeans with my initials sewed into the back pockets of my Silver jeans. PP. (AN: * hint * * hint *) 'PP' were stupid initials. Stupid. STUPID! Everyone seemed to make fun of me for them in our adolescence because pee pee was funny! No, it wasn't. Everyone was stupid when I was a child. Finding everything perverted, vile, or just completely crass.
I wore a Black shirt with the words 'I'm Every Woman' on it. That I was. I am every woman. I'm making all the men that hurt me pay, just like every other woman should. Since every other female was too prissy to get blood on her prissy clothes I had to do it. I had to do it all.
I got off the plane not long after and I walked through the airport. I walked out without any hitches and called for a taxi. America didn't seem so bad. New York was cool. But that wasn't the reason I was there. My next victim was there. I can't wait until I see him.
Before I got on the plain a day ago, I sent a letter to an old friend of mine. Hermione Granger. I knew that she wasn't in the U.S. anymore, because she had flown all the way back to Britain for the funeral of Fred and George, so the owl would have some time to fly.
Hermione was too smart for her own god damn good so she would be after me very soon. I'll have to keep moving quickly, or I'll be caught.
Hope you liked this chapter. It's short yes, but the next chapter won't be much longer. The chapter after that will be the long one. Hope you like it! Peace-
Scarlet