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Hermione woke up, a dull pain in her head and an unwanted ray of sunlight directly in her face. She groaned,shading her eyes, andsat up to find she was in a huge bed in what seemed like a good-sized apartment. Where was she?
"Harry?" Hermione called, waiting for a reply. "Ron? Lavender? Padma? Mom? Dad? Hello?" Getting no response, she cautiously placed her feet into the pink bunny slippers on the side of the bed, and grabbing her wand which lay on the nightstand, she ventured out of the room and into a hallway. She tightened her robe around herself, shivering as the cold morning air hit her bare legs. Wow.Hermione thought to herself. This place is nice…
Her eyes wandered through the wallway, drifting to the art pieces on the wall, moving portraits of beautiful sirens who were waving at her from a rock in the middle of a raving ocean. Hermione smiled, remembering how much she loved those things muggles called mermaids, and continued padding through the hallway. She had just rounded the corner when she saw a floor length mirror that adorned the beige colored wall.
"Good morning little miss." The mirror's voice echoed.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH" Hermione took a double take in front of the mirror hanging in the hallway. She could not grasp who the lady was in front of her, she looked oddily familiar, but she could not put her finger on it. Large brown eyes. Prominent cheekbones. Pouty lips. She was describing herself! No...
On closer inspection,Hermione realized that it was indeed herself in the mirror, only 18 years older, with straight teeth and wavy brown curls. Cautiously, she raised her hands to touch her face. "My dear god. I'm old!" Hermione gasped, running her fingers over her lips, her eyebrows, and her cheeks. "Merlin.."
She was about to brush her hair out of her face when her gaze stopped not on her reflection, but the reflection of the magnificent view behind her.
"Wow..." Hermione whipped around, soaking in the beautiful living room which was oddly austere yet cozy at the same time. The focus point of the living room was the huge glass windows which revealed the huge city of London to her, and as the sun was breaking the horizon, rays of light hit the apartment at various angles.
Hermione sunk into a modern looking sofa that adorned the room, trying to piece everything together.
"You gotta be kidding me!" But on thinking back to the night before, Hermione suddenly realized the wish that she had made. The magic powder! Of course it was real. Hermione shook her head, wondering how she could have thought Harry had been pulling her leg...
Maybe I shoul- Her thoughts were suddenly washed away by a whistling coming from the room she had just been in.
Gripping her wand tightly, held out in front of her, Hermione inched her way towards the room to find the source of the whistling and cautiously stepped into it.
"Hey honey." A blonde man dressed in only boxers turned and flashed her a grin.
"DRACO MALFOY?" Hermione screamed, backing up into the hallway. How did-what-what are we doing in the same apartment?
"Hermione, what are you doing honeybuns? Pansy's coming to get you in five minutes. Go get dressed." He made a move as if he was going to kiss her.
Hermione chortled. "Don't call me that!" And turning, Hermione fled the room leaving Draco looking dazed.
"Uh, well I'll see you tonight, sweetie." He called at her retreating back.
Hermione ran back into the living room, her head down, looking at her shoes and shaking her head as if this movement could shake everything back to its proper place.
"Hmm, well that's different Hermione, did you just roll out of bed?" A female voice said.
Hermione screamed when she realized there was another being in the apartment casually drinking a mug of muggle coffee as if it was the most natural thing to do after barging into someone else's apartment.
"Merlin. What the hell is wrong with you?" The woman jumped down from the stool she had been sitting on, walking closer to Hermione and leaning against the marble countertop.
"Pansy Parkinson?" Hermione asked, surprised, she would recognize those beady eyes and beak-like nose anyday. She gazed at the busty brunette before her. "You're-you're-you're not - blonde!" She ended lamely.
"Uh yea, obviously." Pansy pointed her wand at herself, and muttering a few incantations, she transformed back into the flat blonde she was at Hogwarts.
"You-"Hermione's eyes widened.
"It suits me better." Pansy shrugged and changed herself back. "So how was he last night?" Pansy raised her eyebrow suggestively.
"How was who last night?" Hermione asked genuinely confused.
"Oh come on! How was he in bed." Pansy enunciated more clearly.
"He?"
"Draco!"
"No. Draco?" Hermione asked horrified. Had she slept with him?
"Uh, yea, Draco Malfoy, your boyfriend? Is he still here by the way?" Pansy looked over Hermione's shoulder.
"M-my boyfriend?" Hermione was shocked indeed, she would have never imagined! She picked up a strand of her hair and started chewing on it, a habit that her parents had endlessly tried to break.
"That's disgusting, Hermione. I thought you broke that habit when you were thirteen!" Pansy exclaimed, watching as the soggy ends of Hermione's hair came out of her mouth.
"I am thirteen." Hermione said bluntly.
"Look honey, if you are going to lie about your age,I would go with..hmmm...27." Pansy patted her on the shoulder.
"No, see something really weird happened yesterday, and today I woke up, and poof I'm 18 years older!" Hermione explained animatedly.
"Right..." Pansy drained the last drop of coffee from the mug and slamming it down on the granite counter, she eyed Hermione's clothes. "Well anyways, I have to say that outfit of yours is very daring, now let's go, we are going to be late."
"Late for wha-"
Grabbing Hermione's wrist, Pansy silenced her and raised her wand. "DAILY PROPHET." With that, the two of them apparated and Hermione found herself in a freakishly white building surrounded by a sea of cubicles and meeting rooms.
"Ms. Granger." "G'morning Ms. Granger." "Mornin'" Hermione was accosted by a string of people who seemed to fawn over her adoringly. Pansy, meanwhile had snuck away and was enjoying what seemed to be another huge mug of coffee.
"I-good morning." Hermione replied to each and every one of them.
"Ms. Granger, which picture do you think we should put on the front page?" "Which company should we use to run the newspapers?" "Do you think I look better in pink or purple?" As she was bombarded with questions, Hermione tried as politely as she could to ease her way out of the throng of people, when thank Merlin, she found an office room with her name engraved on the door. "Excuse me." She smiled.
Rushing into her haven, she slammed the door shut and fell shivering against the door, thankful for the heat that the fireplace was emitting. What in Merlin's name was going on? Who the hell was she? She hoped "her room" would help her solve her problems, and so straightening herself out, she headed over to what seemed to be her desk.
Upon it, there was a scatter of papers and sketches of layouts. There was also a telephone and a nameplate on which was engraved. "Hermione Granger. Head Editor of the Daily Prophet."
"Head Editor?" Hermione guffawed, that had always been her dream job! Who knew? Her face broke out in a grin as she turned towards the telephone which was flashing annoyingly in her face. Telephones? Hermione thought. Well it's been a long time hasn't it? Eighteen years, we wizards might as well have them too!
Grabbing the receiver, Hermione pressed a button that was flashing. "Hello?"
"Uh, h-hi Ms. Granger." A timid voice on the opposite end of the line replied.
"Hi, and who are you?" Hermione asked politely.
"Your secretary, Maggie, ma'am" The quivering voice replied.
"Oh right!" Hermione smirked subconsciously. She was important enough to have a secretary!
"I- I know how you don't like being bothered when you work, but your mother left a message for you." Maggie waited for a reply.
"Mhm. What did she say." Hermione was overjoyed to hear from her mother.
"She said that she and your father are going on a trip to Europe, and they will be home next Saturday." Maggie said. "So you shouldn't count on them for being at the unveiling ceremony."
"Oh, okay, thanks." Hermione's smile dropped. Her parents had left her without saying goodbye, and they were missing the unveiling ceremony as well! Whatever that was."Well, the next time she calls, cou-could you hold the call for me?"
"Oh-uhh-of-of course. Ms. Granger." Maggie stuttered as if she was surprised.
"Thanks, Maggie. And, could you drop the Ms. Granger thing? It's kind of – old." Hermione laughed to herself.
"Well of course. Ms-Hermione." Maggie took a sharp intake of breath as if it had pained her to call Hermione by her first name. "And someone's here to see you, miss."
"Maggie…" Hermione cried exasperated.
"I mean – He-Hermione."
"Thanks, Maggie, send her in." Hermione replied, thinking it was Pansy.
"Well actually, it's Mr. Davis. He just dropped off something for his wife, and he says he wants to talk to you." Maggie said cautiously.
"Um, okay." Hermione responded, quite confused as to who Mr. Davis was. "Send him in."
"Alright, bye mi-Hermione."
"Alright, bye Maggie." Hermione laughed just as a knock was heard on her door.
"Come in." She called without bothering to look up at who was knocking.
"Hey babe."
Hermione almost knocked her papers over, thinking that Draco had followed her to work. "Holy cra - what are you doing he-?"
Glancing up she saw that it wasn't Draco but a handsome dark haired man with blue eyes who was looking at her with a funny look in his eyes.
"Oh. um...hi, I thought you were someone else. Sorry,who are you, again?" Hermione stood up behind her desk, her eyes never leaving the stranger who was approaching her.
"You know who I am." He came around the table and snaked his arms around her waist, leaning in as if trying to capture her lips in a kiss.
"Uh, hi...uh Mr. Davis?" Hermione squirmed, turning her face and struggling to get out of his grasp.
"Mhm. I told you to call me George." He mumured against her chest, sprinkling kisses on the skin that was revealed underneath her robe.
"What brings you here?" Hermione grimaced in disgust, still trying to get him off of her with no avail.
"You." George breathed down her neck.
"Excuse me?" Hermione gathered her strength and pushed the man away from her. "Sorry I don't know you."
George snickered. "The hell you don't, you didn't care the last time we..." He eyed Hermione up and down appreciatively, pulling her back against him and rubbing his arousal against her thigh.
"I..oh gross, gross, oh that's disgusting!" Hermione shrieked as she realized what he'd meant. "Get off of me!" She screamed, pushing him away again. "You know, you are committing a felony, I am only 13!" Hermione yelled, forgetting again that she was in her 30-year-old body.
George licked his lips suggestively."That would give me a lot more time to fu-"
"Oh!" Hermione gasped, raising her hands to cover her chests. The nerve of that man! She resisted the urge to slap him upside the head. "Please, leave. I have business to attend to."
"My, my, you didn't seem to think so the last time we rattled your drawers loose." The man walked closer to Hermione, who had put her desk between herself and the man again as a barrier, and ran a finger along the edge of the desk as if he was reminiscing the sinful deed.
Hermione's eyes grew wide in horrification. "Why I – I would really appreciate if you left."
George smirked. "Sorry babe, I'm not leaving until I get what I want."
Hermione's jaw dropped. "You are married, Mr. Davis!"
"Didn't stop you from screaming in pleasure last time." George smirked again.
Hermione had had enough of his pompous attitude, and walking over to the door, she pulled it and pointed him out.
"You know you want me." George once again slid his arms around her waist and even went as far as to groping her rear with his two calloused hands.
"Why- I" Hermione gasped in disbelief, and summoning all her strength, she punched him hard enough to dislodge him from her,causing him to stumble backwards into the building.
"And good day, Mr. Davis" With that, she shut the door in his appalled face and curled herself in the corner of her room.
This was getting ridiculous: her boyfriend Draco Malfoy, Pansy as a brunette, the affair with that married man, Davis, working as a head editor for the Daily Prophet? She seemed to have lost touch with everyone who she trusted, and she had no clue what was going on! Who could she go to? Who would help her?
"Harry!"
how was it? i had some problems trying to write this chapter, so i hope it turned out okay. and just to let you know, i really appreciate everyone who reads my fanfics.
DISCLAIMER (although you realize i never do one of these): nothings mine! not even the plot! im just..writing it. haha. oh! and one of the characters you will meet later is mine!