HOWDY! This is my first story ever, so please read and give me feed-back. I
will take all kinds of criticism thrown my way. I also do not own anything
Harry Potter related except my plot. Please tell me what you think. Thanks!
~Chiquitabanane
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It was Friday night, the beginning of the weekend, and sitting alone in her corner office was none other than Hermione Granger. With her untamed hair flying freely in all directions and getting in the way, she sighed heavily. There was an aura of frustration lingering about her.
"Ugh, finally, the last one, then I can go home and get ready for tonight," she thought to herself. It was already half past 5 and she had to be at Harry's house in an hour. It would take her half an hour to get home and shower, fifteen minutes to get ready, and another few minutes to eat something incase the food at Harry's was bad. He never really cared about how food tasted just as long as it was there.
Hermione glanced down at the application in front of her. She had finally become an auror at the ministry, but the fight against Lord Voldemort was long over. It had been nearly ten years since her graduation from Hogwarts when she trained as an auror and fought against Voldemort and his followers, the Death Eaters. The uproar from the Death Eaters after he died had slowly calmed down until there were only one or two every few months. Things sure were much more boring when there was no evil to fight. She never was one for dueling, but now without it, she had no use for her cleverness. So, with too many aurors, the youngest were put somewhere else until they were needed again. Unfortunately, this meant sitting at a desk all day for Hermione. No more being useful.
It was nearing June and the cold winter months were passing away, meaning graduation for the seventh years from Hogwarts was just around the corner. And, rather than being excited for the young witches and wizards who made it through those tough seven years, she was the one who had to go through their applications and find the ones to accept.
She looked down at the application again. Hmm... Sean Peterson...second in his class...top marks in potions, defense against the dark arts and charms...not bad... he's kinda cute to. Damn, so many people want to be aurors! Can't they pick another profession? They all have decent enough grades to do well somewhere else. Why do we need new aurors anyway, we already have some on backorder, she thought to herself with a bit of frustration and annoyance. Glancing at the clock, she had not realized how much time flew by. It was already ten to six. With luck Hermione could make it to Harry's on time, but she was going to have to pray that the food was good.
Throwing the application on top of the rest of accepted ones, she gathered her things so she could leave. She lived around the corner from the telephone booth above the ministry so there was no point to aparating in, so she wore muggle clothes and walked everyday. Besides, she needed the fresh air to wake her up in the mornings. Grabbing her fitted tweed coat from the back of her chair and her very large, overflowing purse from under the desk, she finally left the ministry. There were still a number of people there finishing up some last-minute work and some late arriving night shift aurors just coming in.
Hermione waved goodbye to some night-shift acquaintances that she made from staying late so often, she turned from her desk and walked down the long corridor to the telephone booth in the front entrance. While peering into one of the many pockets of her purse to find her warm leather gloves, she bumped in to someone who was looking down at their watch.
"Bloody Hell!" she heard them yell. She was bumped backwards while her purse flew to the ground, the contents spread across the floor. The stranger bent down to help her pick up her scattered belongings. "I'm sorry miss... Hermione? Is that you?"
Hermione had already shoved everything back in her purse when she reached forward to grab the items in the stranger's hand. When she heard her name, she shot her head up to see who it was. She had not remembered being on a first-name basis with any of the night-shifters so she was curious as to whom the stranger was.
His face being in the shadows, Hermione was straining her eyes to make out his features. He was rather tall with captivating green eyes that she could not turn away from. Those eyes looked so familiar to her, yet she could not match a name to the face. He stood up and brushed the invisible dust off of him and offered a hand to help her up. She willingly accepted the hand, and while he pulled her up from the ground, she caught a glimmer of his brilliant red hair and looked back into his dazzling eyes.
"Ron? Ronald Weasley?
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It was Friday night, the beginning of the weekend, and sitting alone in her corner office was none other than Hermione Granger. With her untamed hair flying freely in all directions and getting in the way, she sighed heavily. There was an aura of frustration lingering about her.
"Ugh, finally, the last one, then I can go home and get ready for tonight," she thought to herself. It was already half past 5 and she had to be at Harry's house in an hour. It would take her half an hour to get home and shower, fifteen minutes to get ready, and another few minutes to eat something incase the food at Harry's was bad. He never really cared about how food tasted just as long as it was there.
Hermione glanced down at the application in front of her. She had finally become an auror at the ministry, but the fight against Lord Voldemort was long over. It had been nearly ten years since her graduation from Hogwarts when she trained as an auror and fought against Voldemort and his followers, the Death Eaters. The uproar from the Death Eaters after he died had slowly calmed down until there were only one or two every few months. Things sure were much more boring when there was no evil to fight. She never was one for dueling, but now without it, she had no use for her cleverness. So, with too many aurors, the youngest were put somewhere else until they were needed again. Unfortunately, this meant sitting at a desk all day for Hermione. No more being useful.
It was nearing June and the cold winter months were passing away, meaning graduation for the seventh years from Hogwarts was just around the corner. And, rather than being excited for the young witches and wizards who made it through those tough seven years, she was the one who had to go through their applications and find the ones to accept.
She looked down at the application again. Hmm... Sean Peterson...second in his class...top marks in potions, defense against the dark arts and charms...not bad... he's kinda cute to. Damn, so many people want to be aurors! Can't they pick another profession? They all have decent enough grades to do well somewhere else. Why do we need new aurors anyway, we already have some on backorder, she thought to herself with a bit of frustration and annoyance. Glancing at the clock, she had not realized how much time flew by. It was already ten to six. With luck Hermione could make it to Harry's on time, but she was going to have to pray that the food was good.
Throwing the application on top of the rest of accepted ones, she gathered her things so she could leave. She lived around the corner from the telephone booth above the ministry so there was no point to aparating in, so she wore muggle clothes and walked everyday. Besides, she needed the fresh air to wake her up in the mornings. Grabbing her fitted tweed coat from the back of her chair and her very large, overflowing purse from under the desk, she finally left the ministry. There were still a number of people there finishing up some last-minute work and some late arriving night shift aurors just coming in.
Hermione waved goodbye to some night-shift acquaintances that she made from staying late so often, she turned from her desk and walked down the long corridor to the telephone booth in the front entrance. While peering into one of the many pockets of her purse to find her warm leather gloves, she bumped in to someone who was looking down at their watch.
"Bloody Hell!" she heard them yell. She was bumped backwards while her purse flew to the ground, the contents spread across the floor. The stranger bent down to help her pick up her scattered belongings. "I'm sorry miss... Hermione? Is that you?"
Hermione had already shoved everything back in her purse when she reached forward to grab the items in the stranger's hand. When she heard her name, she shot her head up to see who it was. She had not remembered being on a first-name basis with any of the night-shifters so she was curious as to whom the stranger was.
His face being in the shadows, Hermione was straining her eyes to make out his features. He was rather tall with captivating green eyes that she could not turn away from. Those eyes looked so familiar to her, yet she could not match a name to the face. He stood up and brushed the invisible dust off of him and offered a hand to help her up. She willingly accepted the hand, and while he pulled her up from the ground, she caught a glimmer of his brilliant red hair and looked back into his dazzling eyes.
"Ron? Ronald Weasley?