Chapter 17
"A Woman"
A man with fiery red hair walked into a very crowded room. Desks, file cabinets, and more took up a lot of space. Witches and wizards bustle back and forth, worked at desks, or were digging through file cabinets. He made his way to the back of the room, and knocked on an office door.
"Come in." ranged a sweet, feminine voice.
The man with fiery red hair entered. The small office, quiet unlike the larger, crowed office outside, was neat and clean. There were file cabinets in one corner, a bookshelf in the other, a blazing fire in a stone fireplace, an aroma of dark vanilla drifted in the air, and in the center, a large, oak desk.
"Hey Ron, just hold on a second and let me finish up my meeting with Terry Finnywick." said the woman.
The woman, twenty years of age, was sitting behind the desk, her feet propped up on it. She had long, gorgeous straight hair the color of chocolate. Each strand ended in a graceful curl. Long, gorgeous legs peeked out from under her robes. She had rosy pink cheeks, luscious red lips, entrancing cinnamon-colored eyes, and a perfectly molded face. Her skin was a perfect tanned tone from the recent summer. Although her bulky robes did not show it to well, she had a firm trim body with long, toned arms and legs and a rock-hard set of abs due to many years of carrying around books and a few years of auror training. Wholesome, firm breasts added to the final touch to the perfect, womanly body. The woman was talking to someone whose head floated in the flames of the fire.
"Don't think bad thoughts." Ron thought to himself.
After all, he was married to Lavender Brown. Their first child was expected next month, December.
"Thank you, Mr. Finnywick." said the woman.
The man in fire nodded and disappeared. The woman smiled at Ron.
"Hey Hermione." said Ron.
Hermione flashed a perfect white smile.
"Hey Ron. How's Lavender?" Hermione asked.
"Fine. Still a bit moody." said Ron. "Just saw Harry. He's still swamped with the thousands of possible sightings of Lord Voldemort."
Ron took a seat in front of the desk. He looked at a magical calendar on the wall. It was charmed to update itself constantly. He looked at Saturday, November 11. No plans.
"Um. I see that you are not busy Saturday. I know it's your birthday, but do you wish to do anything for it?" he asked.
"Well, I was just planning on a small dinner with my closest friends and family at my place." Hermione said.
"Great. Your place. I'll bring a cake and of course, loads of presents." said Ron as he got up and walked to the door. "See you later."
"Bye Ron." said Hermione.
Her calendar fixed "Dinner Party" on Saturday, November 11Hermione grew bored and decided to pay Harry a visit. He was just finishing up his paper work. His jet-black hair was ruffled from him running his fingers through his hair.
"Of all the 5,938 possible leads, only 15 seem reasonable." he said to an old wizard.
Hermione stood in the doorway.
"Oh, hey Mione." said Harry. "How did that conference with Finnywick go?"
"Well, he said that there were a few raids in near Paris, but all he and his aurors found were terribly mangled muggle bodies, proof that Voldemort or his Death Eaters were there."
Hermione shifted in the doorway to let a witch pass through.
"Yeah, Fudge gave us new orders to carry out more raids. That's doubled our raid per week." said Hermione.
She and Harry talked about the raids until it was time to leave. She told Harry of her party this Saturday and then said goodbye. Though she could easily travel home through floo powder, Hermione preferred to drive instead. Her parents had bought her a brand new Pontiac Sunfire for her 16th birthday. She did take Diver's Ed over the summer and passed her driver's test with grace and ease. The car had a sunroof, soft, deep green seats, and was an emerald color. It did, however, need new brakes for the ones Hermione had were starting to wear out.
The drive home always helped calm her nerves. She lived far out in the country, just a mile and a half from her parents. Though she did have to watch out for animals such as deer and raccoons who ran out in front of her, the drive was quite pleasant with the sun roof opened and the radio on.
Hermione pulled off onto a small, rocky driveway. A small, yet cozy looking house emerged out of the darkness. It was a two-storied, old country home that looked just like her parents' home, except this one was a pale blue color. A few neighbors were nearby. Hermione parked her car in the garage and entered her living room. It was nice and neat, decorate with old bookshelves, comfy chairs, a large, blue sofa, velvet blue curtains, a fireplace, a small coffee table, a TV for recreational purposes, a telephone, and several pictures of her, her friends, and her family. Hermione took off her robes and placed them in her closet.
She had along, hard day at work. Constant meetings, running back and forth, and the new plans for soon-to-be-carried-out raids had warned her out. She decided a nice, hot bath would do her aching body justice. As Hermione stepped into the hot, but not too hot water, she let the bubbles and water soother her aching muscles. She had lit a few lavender and vanilla scented candles to soothe her mood. She washed her feet, scrubbing at her arms and legs, then washed her hair. She climbed out and wrapped herself up in a towel. She use her wand to perform a drying spell for her hair which was much better than using a hair dryer. She put on some cucumber melon scented lotion and dressed in very short, gray cotton shorts and a long, white t- shirt that went to her knees. It bared a snitch and the word "Krum" on the back.
She had received it from Victor Krum, her former boyfriend, when they were dating. Sure, he was very nice, but his constant traveling around the world for quidditch games and Hermione's busy work at the Ministry deprived them of their relationship, so they broke it off and decided to remain good friends.
Hermione climbed into her bed, simple, yet an elegant canopy bed. Her room was small, yet perfect just for her. A beautiful dresser and mirror dominated a corner, and a coat rack dominated another. Hermione pulled the covers up to her chin and reached under her pillow. She felt the cool leather of a small book. She felt for the name on the back and smiled, rubbing her index finger over the name until she fell asleep. Crookshanks jumped onto her bed and fell asleep.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle" was what her finger felt traced in the small, black diary she kept under her pillow.
"A Woman"
A man with fiery red hair walked into a very crowded room. Desks, file cabinets, and more took up a lot of space. Witches and wizards bustle back and forth, worked at desks, or were digging through file cabinets. He made his way to the back of the room, and knocked on an office door.
"Come in." ranged a sweet, feminine voice.
The man with fiery red hair entered. The small office, quiet unlike the larger, crowed office outside, was neat and clean. There were file cabinets in one corner, a bookshelf in the other, a blazing fire in a stone fireplace, an aroma of dark vanilla drifted in the air, and in the center, a large, oak desk.
"Hey Ron, just hold on a second and let me finish up my meeting with Terry Finnywick." said the woman.
The woman, twenty years of age, was sitting behind the desk, her feet propped up on it. She had long, gorgeous straight hair the color of chocolate. Each strand ended in a graceful curl. Long, gorgeous legs peeked out from under her robes. She had rosy pink cheeks, luscious red lips, entrancing cinnamon-colored eyes, and a perfectly molded face. Her skin was a perfect tanned tone from the recent summer. Although her bulky robes did not show it to well, she had a firm trim body with long, toned arms and legs and a rock-hard set of abs due to many years of carrying around books and a few years of auror training. Wholesome, firm breasts added to the final touch to the perfect, womanly body. The woman was talking to someone whose head floated in the flames of the fire.
"Don't think bad thoughts." Ron thought to himself.
After all, he was married to Lavender Brown. Their first child was expected next month, December.
"Thank you, Mr. Finnywick." said the woman.
The man in fire nodded and disappeared. The woman smiled at Ron.
"Hey Hermione." said Ron.
Hermione flashed a perfect white smile.
"Hey Ron. How's Lavender?" Hermione asked.
"Fine. Still a bit moody." said Ron. "Just saw Harry. He's still swamped with the thousands of possible sightings of Lord Voldemort."
Ron took a seat in front of the desk. He looked at a magical calendar on the wall. It was charmed to update itself constantly. He looked at Saturday, November 11. No plans.
"Um. I see that you are not busy Saturday. I know it's your birthday, but do you wish to do anything for it?" he asked.
"Well, I was just planning on a small dinner with my closest friends and family at my place." Hermione said.
"Great. Your place. I'll bring a cake and of course, loads of presents." said Ron as he got up and walked to the door. "See you later."
"Bye Ron." said Hermione.
Her calendar fixed "Dinner Party" on Saturday, November 11Hermione grew bored and decided to pay Harry a visit. He was just finishing up his paper work. His jet-black hair was ruffled from him running his fingers through his hair.
"Of all the 5,938 possible leads, only 15 seem reasonable." he said to an old wizard.
Hermione stood in the doorway.
"Oh, hey Mione." said Harry. "How did that conference with Finnywick go?"
"Well, he said that there were a few raids in near Paris, but all he and his aurors found were terribly mangled muggle bodies, proof that Voldemort or his Death Eaters were there."
Hermione shifted in the doorway to let a witch pass through.
"Yeah, Fudge gave us new orders to carry out more raids. That's doubled our raid per week." said Hermione.
She and Harry talked about the raids until it was time to leave. She told Harry of her party this Saturday and then said goodbye. Though she could easily travel home through floo powder, Hermione preferred to drive instead. Her parents had bought her a brand new Pontiac Sunfire for her 16th birthday. She did take Diver's Ed over the summer and passed her driver's test with grace and ease. The car had a sunroof, soft, deep green seats, and was an emerald color. It did, however, need new brakes for the ones Hermione had were starting to wear out.
The drive home always helped calm her nerves. She lived far out in the country, just a mile and a half from her parents. Though she did have to watch out for animals such as deer and raccoons who ran out in front of her, the drive was quite pleasant with the sun roof opened and the radio on.
Hermione pulled off onto a small, rocky driveway. A small, yet cozy looking house emerged out of the darkness. It was a two-storied, old country home that looked just like her parents' home, except this one was a pale blue color. A few neighbors were nearby. Hermione parked her car in the garage and entered her living room. It was nice and neat, decorate with old bookshelves, comfy chairs, a large, blue sofa, velvet blue curtains, a fireplace, a small coffee table, a TV for recreational purposes, a telephone, and several pictures of her, her friends, and her family. Hermione took off her robes and placed them in her closet.
She had along, hard day at work. Constant meetings, running back and forth, and the new plans for soon-to-be-carried-out raids had warned her out. She decided a nice, hot bath would do her aching body justice. As Hermione stepped into the hot, but not too hot water, she let the bubbles and water soother her aching muscles. She had lit a few lavender and vanilla scented candles to soothe her mood. She washed her feet, scrubbing at her arms and legs, then washed her hair. She climbed out and wrapped herself up in a towel. She use her wand to perform a drying spell for her hair which was much better than using a hair dryer. She put on some cucumber melon scented lotion and dressed in very short, gray cotton shorts and a long, white t- shirt that went to her knees. It bared a snitch and the word "Krum" on the back.
She had received it from Victor Krum, her former boyfriend, when they were dating. Sure, he was very nice, but his constant traveling around the world for quidditch games and Hermione's busy work at the Ministry deprived them of their relationship, so they broke it off and decided to remain good friends.
Hermione climbed into her bed, simple, yet an elegant canopy bed. Her room was small, yet perfect just for her. A beautiful dresser and mirror dominated a corner, and a coat rack dominated another. Hermione pulled the covers up to her chin and reached under her pillow. She felt the cool leather of a small book. She felt for the name on the back and smiled, rubbing her index finger over the name until she fell asleep. Crookshanks jumped onto her bed and fell asleep.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle" was what her finger felt traced in the small, black diary she kept under her pillow.