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Chapter 1: So it Begins

"I NEED AN ADVENTURE!" Hermione sighed as she gulped down on her pint of butterbeer at the Leaky Cauldron. She started to bash her head on the table and looked at Ron pleadingly.

"Crap, what do you expect me to do?!" Ron answered irritatingly. "If this is the urgent thing you have to tell me, I'm leaving. I'm late for my date with Connie, I'm in a foul mood because of Fred and George's 'Squishing Spiders', which mind you is way too disgusting to discuss and, to top it all of, I've been kicked out yet again from work."

Hermione dropped her eyes to the ground and again took a swig at her butterbeer. She didn't mean to burden Ron with her problems; she only desperately needed someone to talk to. In fact, if Ginny wasn't busy planning her wedding to Harry which was to take place in a year, she would have called her. She would have been more understanding than her brother.

Ever since the death of Voldemort, Aurors didn't have anymore to do. The wizarding world was in harmony and no one ever dared to disturb the peace and quiet in fear of returning to the Dark Times. Even the loyal Death Eaters quieted down when a lot of their number were rounded up into Azkaban. Perhaps what Hermione missed was the adrenaline that came with chasing Death Eaters and sometimes running for her life. She knew it was sick, but the thought of danger lurking around gave her reason to live.

"Chill Ron! Look, I didn't know you had such a bad day! You should have told me you had a date. You know? I just needed someone to talk to and I thought that person could be you." Hermione said quickly in one breath still looking at the ground. She hung her head in defeat, picked up her mug and motioned Ron out the door.

Ron taking her cue, rushed to the door. Hermione could tell that he was glad to be out of there. "Just owl me okay?" called Ron from the door and then after a second disappeared into Diagon Alley.

Hermione downed the contents of her mug in one gulp and sighed. This was going to be a long day spent with butterbeers! And it was only 3 in the afternoon. She closed her eyes and tried to get lost in the mumbo jumbo that was her mind. She strained her ears and listened to the friendly chatter that was all around her. Suddenly, her eyes fluttered open as she heard a snicker coming from across the table. Trying to focus, she stared the man right at the face and surveyed him from head to foot. Surprise turned to disgust. She registered the pale face, icy blue eyes, THE scowl. She even noticed that he was wearing a black trench coat over a black polo shirt and black pants, black gloves, black boots and a BROOMSTICK, now that was weird!

"Malfoy!" Hermione spat. Disappointed, she again placed her head down at the table and pretended to sleep, obviously making him feel unwanted.

"I see your boyfriend Weasel decided to leave you for another woman, eh?" Draco let out a cold laugh and sat on the chair opposite Hermione, the same chair Ron was sitting on moments ago.

"Go away." Hermione muttered a little too softly. She wanted to scare him away but she didn't have the energy to pick a fight.

"Funny to see the great HERMIONE GRANGER," Draco stressed Hermione's name powerfully making her flinch. "wasted here in the Leaky Cauldron."

Hermione swiftly raised her head, gave Draco the iciest glare she could ever muster and stood up. Fighting nausea, she reached in her pocket and threw a sickle on the table. "Don't you have a life, Malfoy?" Hermione then reached for her handbag and stormed out of the Leaky Cauldron toward Muggle London leaving Draco staring at her retreating back.

The cold air of the busy London Street blasted onto Hermione's face as she stepped out of the Leaky Cauldron. She surveyed her surroundings and saw people busily scuttling all around. Hermione then turned to the right and started walking. Soon enough, she came across 2 bookstores, which she decided not to enter in fear she might never leave, a record store, Italian and Mexican restaurants and a beauty salon. Hermione continued walking ignoring the stores she had passed and stopped suddenly in front of a run down building with glass windows, full of mirrors inside. Every side of the place was full of mirrors, but that was not what caught her attention.

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 Hermione read and reread the poster. Was this the same reality TV show she watched every Monday at the JAG? The JAG Network Building was just a five minute walk from where she was; perhaps she could check it out. This could be the adventure she has been looking for; besides, the winners were always given huge amounts of money that could support a jobless person for years! She could quit her Auror Job and perhaps have a business like Fred and George. However, the stunts were extremely physical and some were just plain out gross. Would it be worth it? But then again, Why not?

"Goodness Merlin, you ARE desperate!" Hermione's trail of thought was interrupted by a laughing Malfoy who turned up suddenly from behind her, trying to look surprised.

"If you don't have better things to do, run after air!" Hermione said turning to face Draco, fury evident in her eyes. "Aaaaarggghhh! You are sooo annoying!" Hermione rose up her hands in rage and rolled her eyes. She stomped away from him again and made her way to the JAG building. She decided to at least give the reality TV show a shot. What did she have to lose? She was fit, healthy and strong, plus, she was a witch. She could win that competition without lifting a finger.

Hermione pushed the glass doors of the JAG Building and found herself staring at a vast hall. It was half the size of Hogwarts' Great Hall, and THAT was saying a lot. She turned her eyes to the right and found white tables lined up at the corner. She proceeded to the 'THRESHOLD CONTESTANTS APPLY HERE' table praying inwardly that she was making the right decision.

The man at the 'THRESHOLD CONTESTANTS APPLY HERE' table to Hermione's reckoning was somewhere in his late 30s or early 40s. He had thinning hair, an unbelievably long nose - much longer than her professor Snape's, eyes as big as walnuts and rotten teeth. He disturbingly reminded her of the Hogwarts caretaker Argus Filch.

"Hi!" Hermione said trying not to laugh out loud. She reached out her hand for a handshake and continued. "I'm here to audition for the Threshold Reality TV show."

The weird man held Hermione's hand much longer than he was supposed to and Hermione, instantly switching to defense mode, squeezed his hand as tight as she could. The man's eyes almost bulged out of its sockets in pain and released her hand like a hot potato.

"Uhmmm, where is your partner?" The man said massaging his right hand looking around.

Hermione's heartbeat started to rise involuntarily. "I'm not here for the Couples Threshold, I'm here for the individual Threshold." She tried to explain.

"Oh, I'm sorry dear miss, but the slots for the Individual Threshold have been filled up yesterday. Didn't you see the sign at the front doors? If you want though, I could give you an application form today and we can squeeze you into next season." The man said as a matter-of-factly. His face then suddenly turned into a smile as if an idea just came to him. "Of course, if you don't have a boyfriend, I can buy you dinner tonight and we can start from there. I'm sure I can pull some strings and we could be in the show together."

Hermione looked at the man like he had three heads. Was he crazy?!? She'd rather marry Voldemort than be seen on national television with him! Hermione shuddered at the thought. The man was still smiling expectantly at her. She couldn't believe that THE adventure of her life depended on a boyfriend!

It's been a while since she had a boyfriend. There was Victor Krum in her 4th year at Hogwarts and the idiotic Caleb Carmichael just after graduation. What can she say, she attracted the wrong kind of men. Sure, they were jealous, condescending jerks, but at least they were not "UGLY."

"I BEG YOUR PARDON!" The man said shocked.

Did she really say that aloud? Horrified at her rudeness, Hermione blushed profusely and struggled to stand up straight. "I said, this could be ugly." Hermione then having an idea leaned toward the man seductively. "Dear Sir, do you see a blonde man about 6 feet somewhere behind me wearing nothing but black?"

The man caught by surprise with Hermione's sudden change of tone and bizarre question, but obviously pleased looked around and said "Yeah, so?"

Hermione then dangerously leaned closer to the man; she could smell his stinking breath and his body odor. How could anyone stand to be his girlfriend? She gave him a small smile and whispered. "That mister, IS MY BOYFRIEND."

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So what do you think? Is it crappy or what? hahaha… I really had fun thinking this up… It's weird! Anyways, if you're one of those Ron/Hermione fans, can you also just check my other story? It's a poem that I made. I think that one's funny too… Weird in a way… Thanks for reading! Have a nice day!