I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters. Now leave me alone, I'm getting sad...
Just an eventual Hr/G. Maybe 5 or 6 chapters...lots of cliff hangers. Muwahahaha!!!
Oh, and special thanks to Bella, my friend and beta reader.
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Hermione walked in to The Thicket, took her usual seat at the end of the bar and ordered a shot of fire-whiskey. She needed it. Hermione had been fired by her pervert boss, she had had a fight with Ron (no surprises there), and Harry still wasn't out of his coma.
Hermione was the assistant to the President of the Department of Mysteries, at the Ministry at Magic. Her boss' name was Mr. Mike M. Earl, or, based on his initials, Mr. Make Me Hurl. It was a lame nickname, but it worked just fine for Hermione.
Hermione had discovered that she was a lesbian about 2 months earlier and had had a little trouble adjusting, but not much. No one else had known until today. Her boss was always leering at her and today he made some rude suggestions, she lost it and told him that she was not interested and that, for future reference, she was gay. Then, due to the fact that he was homophobic, he fired her then and there.(A/N: I know it's a little quick but...) Well, as you might have guessed, Hermione was furious because she had spent the last year and a half fighting to keep the department from being closed down.
Then, after angrily summoning her belongings, she had stormed out of the building and had gone to Ron's house for some support, only to find out that he had moved, and when she had finally found him, she had been annoyed and asked him why he hadn't told her why and where he had moved. Ron had told her, or rather shouted, that it was none of her damn business what he did and that she shouldn't come back to his house again.
Ever since the fall of Voldemort, 4 months ago, Harry had been in a coma and Ron had gone deep inside himself, and had become severely depressed.(A/N: Depressing huh?) Hermione had been strung out at her wits end by Ron, the press always pressuring her for information on Harry, Draco (Harry's boyfriend) who was located in the Psychiatric Ward of Saint Mungo's Hospital, due to extensive exposure to the Cruciatus curse, her work, and her own feelings about Harry's state. So basically, the fall of Voldemort had made Hermione's life a living hell.
Irony is a bitch, thought Hermione as she sat drinking her 5th shot of fire-whiskey. Her throat burned and it was getting late. But hell, she thought, I don't have to go to work tomorrow, and she giggled hysterically. Just then, a young woman with bright red hair walked up and sat down next to Hermione and ordered two glasses of ice water. She handed one to Hermione and told her to drink. Hermione obeyed. Then she recognized who the red haired woman was, "Ginny!" she exclaimed.
Ginny nodded, smiling slightly, "Yea, Hermione, it's me." Then Hermione burst into tears due to the fact of seeing a friend from Hogwarts that wasn't ill or demanding anything. Ginny held Hermione against her and apparated to a small flat where she sat down on a couch and let Hermione sob into her lap. When the brown haired girl's sobs subsided and her breathing became steady, Ginny realized that Hermione had fallen asleep...
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Ooooooo.....cliffy!!!!!!! I'm so evil aren't I??? giggles Well, what are you doing reading this stuff....review already!!! Chapter 2 coming sooner than you may think...