"BEEP BEEP BEEP" The alarm screeched through the small flat where a
sleeping brunette was rudely awoken. She turned over and shut it off,
before actually looking at the time to see that it read 8:53, an hour after
she was supposed to be woken up.
"Oh no..." She yelled, jumping out of bed and racing for the bathroom. After finishing in there she grabbed her wand from her bedside table, casting a quick charm that dressed her before apparating to work.
"Miss Granger, late this morning are we? That's a first." Tom said as soon as she apparated near her desk. He was another journalist for the Daily Prophet, as was she. They worked on adjacent desks and had formed a very strong friendship over the years.
"Quit it Haldinton. I know!" Hermione snapped playfully
"Slept in did we?"
"Something like it. My alarm clock. malfunctioned."
"Sure it did." He said, before returning to work.
"So what stories have we got today?"
"Well I was looking through your inbox..."
"A practice which could be classified as invasion of privacy..." Hermione interrupted.
"And you have a Quidditch story to do." Tom finished, ignoring Hermione's lastest comment. The girl just groaned.
"I hate Quidditch. So what do I have to do?" she asked slumping into her desk chair. Tom paced over, informing her of this latest job.
"Go to the Pudlemere United game tonight, take notes and then conduct some interviews with the players." Tom said, reading off a piece of paper in front of him.
"Can I have my assignment sheet Tom, please?" Hermione said waspishly. Tom handed her the piece of paper, which she daintly snatched from his fingers.
"Okay, I think I understand. But how do I get in to the game and contact the players?"
"Oh, with this." Tom said, handing her a necklace with a little broom charm hanging from it. She removed the charm from the necklace and placed the charm on a small gold chain haging around her neck with another charm "VIP badge." He said simply. Hermione nodded, clasping the rather pretty necklace around her thin neck.
"And does it specify who I have to interview?" Hermione questioned, scanning the assignment sheet for details.
"Only that you should get an interview with the Seeker, he's the Captain and star player."
"Who's the seeker?"
"Honestly Herm, don't you follow Quidditch at all?"
"No."
"It's Harry Potter." Tom said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Hermione stared at him blankly, unsure she had heard correctly. "Most famous boy alive? You know, the one that finally defeated Voldemort at the mere age of 17? The one that Witch Weekly deemed hottest guy alive?"
"H...harry?" Hermoine said softly, a whole new portal of memories opening up. She hadn't seen the guy in more than 5 years, and as far as the 22 year old female knew, he had made a living out of seducing some of the most wanted women alive, playing a bit of World Class Quidditch on the side. She was not particually sure that this was the man she wanted to meet again. Sure, he had been her best friend years ago, but since they had left school she had lost touch with both Ron and Harry, mainly due to the fact that they had both gone on to pursue Quidditch careers.
"Well done, now Herm, shall we move onto the surname, curve your lips slowly, then start with a P sound, followed by OTTER" Tom said putting on a baby voice and looking at the fuming Hermione.
"Shut it..."
"Only if you tell me what this is all about."
"What?"
"Why were you suddenly rendered speechless at the sound of Potter's name? You've never been speechless in your life. I usually have more trouble shutting you up."
"It's ... complicated." Hermione said slowly.
"I'm listening."
"He used to be my best friend at Hogwarts. And I harboured the biggest crush on him for as long as I can remember. And then suddenly he changed. He came back one summer and he was drop dead gorgeous, but with the image came this arrogance, he turned into a bastard. He started sleeping around with every girl that came his way. He even tried me, and it almost worked. He had this charm about him, this irresistable attitude. And although my crush had softened, it was far from over. After that our friendship deteriorated, and when we left school at the end of seven year I never saw him again."
"So you're scared if you see him again, you'll fall for him again?"
"No! I can control my self around him thank you very much! I am a grown woman, not a simpering lovesick teenager." Hermione snapped back crossly. She got up from her desk, took off her blazer, re-shuffled a couple of papers and then sat herself down again.
"Thanks for that little show Hermione, and what was that about being able to handle this like a mature grown up? As if hon" Tom sat down and prepared to handle a pissed off Hermione. Instead, all he heard was silence and when he looked up he saw her hard at work editing one of her stories.
***THE QUIDDITCH GAME***
"And Puddlemere United wins, the Snitch caught by team captain and seeker, Mr Harry Potter" The announcement came over the loud speaker. Hermione tensed. This was it. In half an hour she would be seated in the board room interviewing her old best friend, and judging by the way he looked, that was going to be one damn hard task.
She rose from the seating as the players made their way off the field, and flattened her knee length white skirt. Her pale green shirt had the top few buttons undone, revealing a gold necklace with a pendant of a quill hanging from it-a gift from her younger sister Elaine, for her 21st birthday. Next to that pendant hung the broomstick, the one that would allow her to talk to Harry in a matter of minutes. She smoothed down her shoulder length, straight hair and applied a little more lipstick...just to make herself look presentable.
She walked toward the board room, checking her watch along the way. She was a couple of minutes early, but that would just have to do. As she told herself, rather early than late. When she reached the door she knocked-
"Yes...Miss Granger" the man opening the door said and he caught a glimpse of her face "Come in and take a seat. Mr Potter with be with you in a second." Hermione was ushered into a room furnished with only the best. She seated herself on one of the two richly decorated chairs and smoothed her skirt. She was beginning to think that she might be becoming an obsessive compulsive smoother, especially when she was nervous. Suddenly the door opened and in stepped Harry.
"Herm..."
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"Oh no..." She yelled, jumping out of bed and racing for the bathroom. After finishing in there she grabbed her wand from her bedside table, casting a quick charm that dressed her before apparating to work.
"Miss Granger, late this morning are we? That's a first." Tom said as soon as she apparated near her desk. He was another journalist for the Daily Prophet, as was she. They worked on adjacent desks and had formed a very strong friendship over the years.
"Quit it Haldinton. I know!" Hermione snapped playfully
"Slept in did we?"
"Something like it. My alarm clock. malfunctioned."
"Sure it did." He said, before returning to work.
"So what stories have we got today?"
"Well I was looking through your inbox..."
"A practice which could be classified as invasion of privacy..." Hermione interrupted.
"And you have a Quidditch story to do." Tom finished, ignoring Hermione's lastest comment. The girl just groaned.
"I hate Quidditch. So what do I have to do?" she asked slumping into her desk chair. Tom paced over, informing her of this latest job.
"Go to the Pudlemere United game tonight, take notes and then conduct some interviews with the players." Tom said, reading off a piece of paper in front of him.
"Can I have my assignment sheet Tom, please?" Hermione said waspishly. Tom handed her the piece of paper, which she daintly snatched from his fingers.
"Okay, I think I understand. But how do I get in to the game and contact the players?"
"Oh, with this." Tom said, handing her a necklace with a little broom charm hanging from it. She removed the charm from the necklace and placed the charm on a small gold chain haging around her neck with another charm "VIP badge." He said simply. Hermione nodded, clasping the rather pretty necklace around her thin neck.
"And does it specify who I have to interview?" Hermione questioned, scanning the assignment sheet for details.
"Only that you should get an interview with the Seeker, he's the Captain and star player."
"Who's the seeker?"
"Honestly Herm, don't you follow Quidditch at all?"
"No."
"It's Harry Potter." Tom said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Hermione stared at him blankly, unsure she had heard correctly. "Most famous boy alive? You know, the one that finally defeated Voldemort at the mere age of 17? The one that Witch Weekly deemed hottest guy alive?"
"H...harry?" Hermoine said softly, a whole new portal of memories opening up. She hadn't seen the guy in more than 5 years, and as far as the 22 year old female knew, he had made a living out of seducing some of the most wanted women alive, playing a bit of World Class Quidditch on the side. She was not particually sure that this was the man she wanted to meet again. Sure, he had been her best friend years ago, but since they had left school she had lost touch with both Ron and Harry, mainly due to the fact that they had both gone on to pursue Quidditch careers.
"Well done, now Herm, shall we move onto the surname, curve your lips slowly, then start with a P sound, followed by OTTER" Tom said putting on a baby voice and looking at the fuming Hermione.
"Shut it..."
"Only if you tell me what this is all about."
"What?"
"Why were you suddenly rendered speechless at the sound of Potter's name? You've never been speechless in your life. I usually have more trouble shutting you up."
"It's ... complicated." Hermione said slowly.
"I'm listening."
"He used to be my best friend at Hogwarts. And I harboured the biggest crush on him for as long as I can remember. And then suddenly he changed. He came back one summer and he was drop dead gorgeous, but with the image came this arrogance, he turned into a bastard. He started sleeping around with every girl that came his way. He even tried me, and it almost worked. He had this charm about him, this irresistable attitude. And although my crush had softened, it was far from over. After that our friendship deteriorated, and when we left school at the end of seven year I never saw him again."
"So you're scared if you see him again, you'll fall for him again?"
"No! I can control my self around him thank you very much! I am a grown woman, not a simpering lovesick teenager." Hermione snapped back crossly. She got up from her desk, took off her blazer, re-shuffled a couple of papers and then sat herself down again.
"Thanks for that little show Hermione, and what was that about being able to handle this like a mature grown up? As if hon" Tom sat down and prepared to handle a pissed off Hermione. Instead, all he heard was silence and when he looked up he saw her hard at work editing one of her stories.
***THE QUIDDITCH GAME***
"And Puddlemere United wins, the Snitch caught by team captain and seeker, Mr Harry Potter" The announcement came over the loud speaker. Hermione tensed. This was it. In half an hour she would be seated in the board room interviewing her old best friend, and judging by the way he looked, that was going to be one damn hard task.
She rose from the seating as the players made their way off the field, and flattened her knee length white skirt. Her pale green shirt had the top few buttons undone, revealing a gold necklace with a pendant of a quill hanging from it-a gift from her younger sister Elaine, for her 21st birthday. Next to that pendant hung the broomstick, the one that would allow her to talk to Harry in a matter of minutes. She smoothed down her shoulder length, straight hair and applied a little more lipstick...just to make herself look presentable.
She walked toward the board room, checking her watch along the way. She was a couple of minutes early, but that would just have to do. As she told herself, rather early than late. When she reached the door she knocked-
"Yes...Miss Granger" the man opening the door said and he caught a glimpse of her face "Come in and take a seat. Mr Potter with be with you in a second." Hermione was ushered into a room furnished with only the best. She seated herself on one of the two richly decorated chairs and smoothed her skirt. She was beginning to think that she might be becoming an obsessive compulsive smoother, especially when she was nervous. Suddenly the door opened and in stepped Harry.
"Herm..."
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