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: Oh holy FUCK!!! I have been so horrible!! I have not updated for weeks and I am totally beating myself up for it. I love this story to bits and pieces but I have writers block. But now I have an inspiration and I will now write. Here is the new chapter.
CHAPTER 3.
"Hi Hermione." Ginny said when Hermione opened the door. The sight before her surprised her when she looked at her best friend. Ginny had died her hair pitch-black. Her beautiful red hair was now so black that in the light, it looked blue in some places. Her lips were coated in black lipstick and she had dark make up around her eyes that made her look demonic and evil. She had on a long black dress that reached the floor and had thumbholes at the end of the sleeves.
"Ginny? Your hair?" Hermione said. Ginny looked away and a tear slipped down her cheek. Hermione hugged her and Ginny and hugged her back. Hermione knew it had something to do with the passing of her brothers. Death could, and would do this to most people. Feeling lost and alone.
"I'm so glad you came, Hermione." Ginny said, crying some more. Her eyeliner was not waterproof so it was running with her tears along with her mascara.
"I had to. They were like my brothers, too." Hermione told her. Ginny nodded and walked out the front door. Hermione sighed and turn to see Ron and Harry looking after Ginny. Harry ran after her and Hermione smiled. Hermione remembered when Harry and Ginny had gotten married. She was still in the service when she got the owl. She was on the vessel 'Lady Lawrence' doing her nightly security rounds when the owl flew her way, alarming some of her shipmates. Which were all men. The owl had landed on her shoulder and Hermione acted as if it were nothing, while the others looked at her as if she were magic. Which she was. But, of course, they didn't know. The envelope had been the purest white with a white ribbon holding it closed. Hermione's eyes had lit up when she read it was from Harry and Ginny.
"She's been like that for a while now. Ever since the moment she found out, she left and didn't come back for hours, and when she did, we barely recognized her." Ron explained.
"I liked her red hair better." Hermione admitted.
"We all did. But, she's 24 now. She can do what she wants." Ron said. Hermione smiled at him and he brought her into a hug. She hugged him back and when they pulled away, he kissed her on the cheek and left the room. Hermione sighed. Sweet Ron, always there to let her know he cared. She walked into the kitchen and sat at the table, watching Molly Wesley look out the window at her daughter and son in law.
"It seemed just yesterday they were 11 and 12." She said absently to Hermione. Hermione nodded and smiled. Molly turned toward her and Hermione got up to hug her. Molly was like a second mother to Hermione. She was so sweet, and nice. Like Ron. But that's all he could ever be. A friend. A brother.
"I'm so sorry." Hermione said through silent tears. Molly pulled back and whipped away her tears.
"I miss them so." Molly said to Hermione.
"I miss them too." Hermione admitted.
"They were such good boys. How could anybody kill them the way they had?" Molly asked and turned away, going to the sink to wash dishes. Hermione glared and her brain started to turn. They were killed. But how? I have to find out.
"They were murdered?" Hermione asked. She didn't want to upset Molly too much, so she wasn't going to ask how.
"You didn't know?" Hermione nodded a 'no'. "They were tied to the train tracks and ran over my a train." Molly burst into sobs and Hermione walked swiftly over to her, bringing her into another hug. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately.
"I didn't mean to pry." Hermione said sincerely.
"I know dear. But you had to know." Molly said.
"I'll find the killer, Molly. I promise." Hermione said. Molly looked up at her and smiled a grave smile.
"You do not need to dear." Molly said.
"I insist." Hermione said. "I will find the evil person who did this to them. I promise." Hermione said finally. Molly knew not to try and stop Hermione from doing something that she set her mind to. She was too stubborn.
"Thank you." Molly said. She turned back to the dishes and Hermione turned away and went back into the living room to find Bill and Charley sitting on the couch.
"Hello 'Mione." Bill said. Hermione smiled at him and sat down next to him.
"Hello Bill, Charley." Hermione greeted.
"Hello." Charley answered.
"How have you two been?" Hermione asked.
"I've been good, up until the news." Bill said. Hermione nodded and sighed.
"And what about you Charley?" Hermione asked.
"I'm engaged. Her name is Precious de Pier. I met her in France when that dragon got lose there a few months back." He said. Hermione smiled.
"A witch?" Hermione asked.
"Yes. She went to Durmstrang." He said. Hermione nodded.
"How old is she?" she asked.
"27." He said.
Hermione smiled. "She likes dragons then?" she asked. He nodded. "That's good." She said. He nodded, smiling.
"I love her. She's everything a man could want." He said. Hermione smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
"How are the twins holding up?" Hermione asked.
"Oh. Freda and Georgia?" Bill asked. Hermione nodded.
"They're not doing too good. Georgia won't come out of her room and Freda won't talk to anyone, but she still goes to man the shop in Diagon Alley." Charley said. Freda and Georgia were the Wanesley twins that had gone to an American wizarding school and had met Fred and George when they had visited Diagon Alley. They were just like the twins, only they had jet-black hair and color changing eyes. Fred had married Freda and George had married Georgia. They were so happy together and had had children almost right away. Both women had twins. Freda's girl had red hair and their son had black hair, while it was visa versa with Georgia's son and daughter. It was almost confusing if you thought about it hard enough.
"Albany and Alabaster aren't having too good with the news and Timmy and Tommy are just like Georgia. They aren't leaving their rooms either. It's sad to see your nieces and nephews just so glum all of the time. Albany got her hair died black, so now Albany and Tommy look almost the exact same." Bill explained.
"Poor kids. Albany is only 10. Did her mother care that she died her hair?" Hermione asked.
"No. I don't think she even noticed yet." Charley said. Hermione only nodded again.
"How have you been?" Bill asked Hermione, which startled her.
"I'm uh, going to find out who killed your brothers. So, I'm in a state of mind that helps me collect clues faster than normal people." Hermione told them.
"You are?" Bill's eyes lit up. Hermione never let a case go until she found the person who had done the crime, and she always found the right person.
"Yes." Hermione said reassuringly.
"Thank God." Charley said.
"Why are you thanking God?" Hermione asked.
"Malfoy was going to take the case." Bill said. Hermione gasped. 'He got a muggle occupation? Must have happened when his father died in Azkaban.' Hermione thought.
"Malfoy?" Hermione asked.
"Yup. He was going to take the case, until we told Dumbledore that you were coming. He's asked you to go to the ministry tonight and talk to him." Bill said, reaching into his pocket and giving her a small envelope. "Don't worry, I ddin't read it. Dumbledore just told me what it was about." He said. Hermione nodded and took it from him. She read it to herself and sighed.
"I should go. I'll be back in no time. Just tell them where I went." Hermione said before aparating out of the burrow.
~*~*~*~*~
So yeah. I was in New York City, New York. The city was breathtaking, with all the lights and the bustling muggles. Stupid muggles. All of them were worthless and they meant nothing to me . . . except for one. His name was Dean Thomas. He was like a younger version of Sean Patrick Thomas. Same last name and everything, huh. . ?
Anyway. My dear Dean had become an actor. You could see him along side Sean William Scott, Will Smith, Martin Lawrence, and Aaliyah. Before she died. I whistled for a cab and when it pulled up in front of me, I asked the driver where the Hotel Hogan was and he gave me the instructions, while driving me there.
What is with this automobile anyway? Why couldn't everyone be magical so they didn't have air pollution and acid rain that killed my garden full of purple lilies . . . ? Like I cared anyway. As long as a few people were killed during acid rain showers, it didn't matter to me. This put me back on track to Dean. Sweet Dean. Loving Dean. Ass hole Dean. I was too blind to see he was sleeping with all the rest of the female population. Everybody but Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley. Well, Ginny Potter now.
Not long after, I came to the cruel realization that I didn't work well with men, but my heart had always told me otherwise. After one man would hurt me, another would come into my life and then he would leave me crying and hurt in my room. Why were men such worthless trash? I mean, all they did was hurt me and leave me bleeding all alone.
Anyway, when he pulled up to the hotel, and I paid him after getting out of the car, I looked down the rod a little bit and saw "Edmond Theater". Dean always liked the theater. I had taken him there for his 17th birthday.
On Dean's free time, he would do a play. The play he was going to star in was called "Cinderella". But only hell knows what THAT was about . . .. Anyway. I checked myself into the hotel, and settled down for a few hours, eagerly anticipating the play.
There! Happy?! Good . . ..
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: Oh holy FUCK!!! I have been so horrible!! I have not updated for weeks and I am totally beating myself up for it. I love this story to bits and pieces but I have writers block. But now I have an inspiration and I will now write. Here is the new chapter.
CHAPTER 3.
"Hi Hermione." Ginny said when Hermione opened the door. The sight before her surprised her when she looked at her best friend. Ginny had died her hair pitch-black. Her beautiful red hair was now so black that in the light, it looked blue in some places. Her lips were coated in black lipstick and she had dark make up around her eyes that made her look demonic and evil. She had on a long black dress that reached the floor and had thumbholes at the end of the sleeves.
"Ginny? Your hair?" Hermione said. Ginny looked away and a tear slipped down her cheek. Hermione hugged her and Ginny and hugged her back. Hermione knew it had something to do with the passing of her brothers. Death could, and would do this to most people. Feeling lost and alone.
"I'm so glad you came, Hermione." Ginny said, crying some more. Her eyeliner was not waterproof so it was running with her tears along with her mascara.
"I had to. They were like my brothers, too." Hermione told her. Ginny nodded and walked out the front door. Hermione sighed and turn to see Ron and Harry looking after Ginny. Harry ran after her and Hermione smiled. Hermione remembered when Harry and Ginny had gotten married. She was still in the service when she got the owl. She was on the vessel 'Lady Lawrence' doing her nightly security rounds when the owl flew her way, alarming some of her shipmates. Which were all men. The owl had landed on her shoulder and Hermione acted as if it were nothing, while the others looked at her as if she were magic. Which she was. But, of course, they didn't know. The envelope had been the purest white with a white ribbon holding it closed. Hermione's eyes had lit up when she read it was from Harry and Ginny.
"She's been like that for a while now. Ever since the moment she found out, she left and didn't come back for hours, and when she did, we barely recognized her." Ron explained.
"I liked her red hair better." Hermione admitted.
"We all did. But, she's 24 now. She can do what she wants." Ron said. Hermione smiled at him and he brought her into a hug. She hugged him back and when they pulled away, he kissed her on the cheek and left the room. Hermione sighed. Sweet Ron, always there to let her know he cared. She walked into the kitchen and sat at the table, watching Molly Wesley look out the window at her daughter and son in law.
"It seemed just yesterday they were 11 and 12." She said absently to Hermione. Hermione nodded and smiled. Molly turned toward her and Hermione got up to hug her. Molly was like a second mother to Hermione. She was so sweet, and nice. Like Ron. But that's all he could ever be. A friend. A brother.
"I'm so sorry." Hermione said through silent tears. Molly pulled back and whipped away her tears.
"I miss them so." Molly said to Hermione.
"I miss them too." Hermione admitted.
"They were such good boys. How could anybody kill them the way they had?" Molly asked and turned away, going to the sink to wash dishes. Hermione glared and her brain started to turn. They were killed. But how? I have to find out.
"They were murdered?" Hermione asked. She didn't want to upset Molly too much, so she wasn't going to ask how.
"You didn't know?" Hermione nodded a 'no'. "They were tied to the train tracks and ran over my a train." Molly burst into sobs and Hermione walked swiftly over to her, bringing her into another hug. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately.
"I didn't mean to pry." Hermione said sincerely.
"I know dear. But you had to know." Molly said.
"I'll find the killer, Molly. I promise." Hermione said. Molly looked up at her and smiled a grave smile.
"You do not need to dear." Molly said.
"I insist." Hermione said. "I will find the evil person who did this to them. I promise." Hermione said finally. Molly knew not to try and stop Hermione from doing something that she set her mind to. She was too stubborn.
"Thank you." Molly said. She turned back to the dishes and Hermione turned away and went back into the living room to find Bill and Charley sitting on the couch.
"Hello 'Mione." Bill said. Hermione smiled at him and sat down next to him.
"Hello Bill, Charley." Hermione greeted.
"Hello." Charley answered.
"How have you two been?" Hermione asked.
"I've been good, up until the news." Bill said. Hermione nodded and sighed.
"And what about you Charley?" Hermione asked.
"I'm engaged. Her name is Precious de Pier. I met her in France when that dragon got lose there a few months back." He said. Hermione smiled.
"A witch?" Hermione asked.
"Yes. She went to Durmstrang." He said. Hermione nodded.
"How old is she?" she asked.
"27." He said.
Hermione smiled. "She likes dragons then?" she asked. He nodded. "That's good." She said. He nodded, smiling.
"I love her. She's everything a man could want." He said. Hermione smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
"How are the twins holding up?" Hermione asked.
"Oh. Freda and Georgia?" Bill asked. Hermione nodded.
"They're not doing too good. Georgia won't come out of her room and Freda won't talk to anyone, but she still goes to man the shop in Diagon Alley." Charley said. Freda and Georgia were the Wanesley twins that had gone to an American wizarding school and had met Fred and George when they had visited Diagon Alley. They were just like the twins, only they had jet-black hair and color changing eyes. Fred had married Freda and George had married Georgia. They were so happy together and had had children almost right away. Both women had twins. Freda's girl had red hair and their son had black hair, while it was visa versa with Georgia's son and daughter. It was almost confusing if you thought about it hard enough.
"Albany and Alabaster aren't having too good with the news and Timmy and Tommy are just like Georgia. They aren't leaving their rooms either. It's sad to see your nieces and nephews just so glum all of the time. Albany got her hair died black, so now Albany and Tommy look almost the exact same." Bill explained.
"Poor kids. Albany is only 10. Did her mother care that she died her hair?" Hermione asked.
"No. I don't think she even noticed yet." Charley said. Hermione only nodded again.
"How have you been?" Bill asked Hermione, which startled her.
"I'm uh, going to find out who killed your brothers. So, I'm in a state of mind that helps me collect clues faster than normal people." Hermione told them.
"You are?" Bill's eyes lit up. Hermione never let a case go until she found the person who had done the crime, and she always found the right person.
"Yes." Hermione said reassuringly.
"Thank God." Charley said.
"Why are you thanking God?" Hermione asked.
"Malfoy was going to take the case." Bill said. Hermione gasped. 'He got a muggle occupation? Must have happened when his father died in Azkaban.' Hermione thought.
"Malfoy?" Hermione asked.
"Yup. He was going to take the case, until we told Dumbledore that you were coming. He's asked you to go to the ministry tonight and talk to him." Bill said, reaching into his pocket and giving her a small envelope. "Don't worry, I ddin't read it. Dumbledore just told me what it was about." He said. Hermione nodded and took it from him. She read it to herself and sighed.
"I should go. I'll be back in no time. Just tell them where I went." Hermione said before aparating out of the burrow.
~*~*~*~*~
So yeah. I was in New York City, New York. The city was breathtaking, with all the lights and the bustling muggles. Stupid muggles. All of them were worthless and they meant nothing to me . . . except for one. His name was Dean Thomas. He was like a younger version of Sean Patrick Thomas. Same last name and everything, huh. . ?
Anyway. My dear Dean had become an actor. You could see him along side Sean William Scott, Will Smith, Martin Lawrence, and Aaliyah. Before she died. I whistled for a cab and when it pulled up in front of me, I asked the driver where the Hotel Hogan was and he gave me the instructions, while driving me there.
What is with this automobile anyway? Why couldn't everyone be magical so they didn't have air pollution and acid rain that killed my garden full of purple lilies . . . ? Like I cared anyway. As long as a few people were killed during acid rain showers, it didn't matter to me. This put me back on track to Dean. Sweet Dean. Loving Dean. Ass hole Dean. I was too blind to see he was sleeping with all the rest of the female population. Everybody but Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley. Well, Ginny Potter now.
Not long after, I came to the cruel realization that I didn't work well with men, but my heart had always told me otherwise. After one man would hurt me, another would come into my life and then he would leave me crying and hurt in my room. Why were men such worthless trash? I mean, all they did was hurt me and leave me bleeding all alone.
Anyway, when he pulled up to the hotel, and I paid him after getting out of the car, I looked down the rod a little bit and saw "Edmond Theater". Dean always liked the theater. I had taken him there for his 17th birthday.
On Dean's free time, he would do a play. The play he was going to star in was called "Cinderella". But only hell knows what THAT was about . . .. Anyway. I checked myself into the hotel, and settled down for a few hours, eagerly anticipating the play.
There! Happy?! Good . . ..