Two Weeks Notice

Chapter One: The Crazy Muggle Girl

Hermione stood in front of a historic House Elf hospital, feet planted firmly on the ground. Muggle wrecking balls were placed all around it, and Security Wizards were watching angrily as the girl and her two counterparts would not move. Hermione looked at Ginny and Harry.

"Ok Safety glasses on this is it! They're NOT going to tear down this educational and historical site for a stupid Quidditch field!!" Hermione exclaimed, placing hers on and throwing three blankets on the ground and placing a stick charm on them. Harry and Ginny exchanged worried looks as they too laid down.

"Ginny will you marry me?" Harry asked looking at the redhead. Ginny shrieked.

"Yes!! Yes of course!!! but why did you ask now?" She asked looking at him. He gave a nervous laugh.

"Well because if we don't survive this, I wanted you to know exactly how much I love you." He explained. Hermione rolled her eyes, and Ginny shrieked again rolling over to kiss him. "I love you!!"

Hermione growled as the engines of the machine started up.

"This is the last time Ms. Granger! Move or you will be escorted out with a fine!!!" A construction wizard yelled. Hermione shook her head.

"NO!! Do you know how old this monument is? How educational and historical? VERY you CANNOT tear it down!!"

*** Two hours Later***

"Thanks Mr. and Mrs. Granger for bailing us out." Harry said putting his arm around Ginny's waist.

"No problem dears. No Mione, we know how upset you are about them tearing down the Hospital but dear, there's always more , you didn't go to University of Salem for nothing." Mrs. Granger slid a comforting arm around Hermione's shoulder.

"She's right Mione. There's always more to protest. You just need to start bigger, grab the bull by the horns!" Mr. Granger exclaimed walking the two home. "Now Mione, mum and I are going out to eat, do you think you can strive. Of course you can you're a Granger! Now off we go bye!!" Her father exclaimed kissing her goodbye and leaving the doorstep with Mrs. Granger.

"Have fun…" Hermione whispered, sighing and walking into the kitchen and picking up the phone.

"Hello? Mr Wang? Yes it's Hermione. Could I have a # 1, # 7..no wait, two # 14, a # 3.…yes this is for one…oh and could you add in some egg rolls? Thanks..Goodbye."

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Hermione sat down flipping through law and bill books, looking for some kind of clue to weaken the system and build up her own as She crammed down on her mountain high Chinese food.

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Oliver Wood, picked up his ringing cell phone. He had taken an interest in some high tech muggle stuff, and insisted he had a celly phone.

"Hello. This is Wood speaking."


"Oliver! Dear boy! Please come over ASAP, I need to chat with you!" The man said happily. Oliver nodded.

"Yes father right away." Oliver snapped his fingers, and a limo appeared. "Thank you Stan."

**At His father's house**

"Oliver! Come in! Come in. Now how did that wrecking of that hospital go and what were the stocks and profits?" Oliver laughed.

"Well father, the wrecking went smoothly , well almost that crazy muggleborn girl Hermy Granger got in the way."

"Again?"


"Yes."

His father nodded. "Ok what about those stocks?" Oliver, searched around in his pockets.

"I Uh…um…"

"Oliver Wood! You are so unorganized. Why can't you be like Artemis, your brother?" Oliver clenched his teeth.

"Because father. My strong point is Quidditch not, business." His father once again nodded.

"You need an assistant, and you the best one, with knowledge looks, will power and a great back round."


"Yes father.."

"Oh and Oliver?"

"Yes?"

"That's not a suggestion, it's an order."

"Yes Father!!" Oliver exclaimed sighing and hopping back in his limo. "To the Hotel…" It was bound to be a l-o-n-g day tomorrow.

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Hermione grabbed her fliers, and jumped up to see if she could start 'grabbing the bull by the horns' . Walking down the street she spotted Oliver Wood himself.

"Excuse me! Are you Mr. Wood?" She asked , pushing a piece of bushy hair behind her ears. He nodded.

"Yes, do I know you?" Hermione held out her hand.

"I'm Hermione. Hermione Granger. Social Act Vocalist, S.P.E.W leader, Salem Graduate, and-"

"Have you ever heard of University of Manchester?"

"Uh no.."

"Shame…"He said looking her over. "Where did you go to school?" Hermione gave hima questioning look.

"I don't see how that relevant but ok, I went to University of Salem.."

"Interesting, tell me more about yourself…background.." He said ushering her to his limo. Earning him another glance.

"Wait…Granger? Granger as in Hermione Granger? The one that lays in front of our wrecking balls and attacks Stratford people?" Hermione growled.

" I DID NOT attack them! It wasn't my fault they walked under a waving protest sign!!"

"Wait are you here for a job at all?"

"No! Like I said Mr. Wood I'm hear to ask you to preserve the very first St. Mungo's now a Center for seniors and mentally ill, they give water arboics, karate, charms , and potion lessons. It's a very educational and helpful place and it would mean a lot if you didn't tea it down. It's like a home away from home, I mean I practically grew up there! Also my grandparents live there.."

"SIR!! Oliver! Oliver Wood!! Witch Weekly needs a quote about the tearing down of the Old St. Mungo's." Stan his social and assignment coordinator yelled. "And hurry!" Oliver sighed.

"Ok Um… What I love about architecture is it's ability to shape a community-"

"Well exactly Mr. Wood!! See the old St. Mungo's helps the community. It turns strangers into neighbors-"

"It has the ability to turn strangers into neighbors. How the right design for the park make people feel secure..how a hospital can be functional and beautiful so that people feel engaged, and not imprisoned?"

Hermione nodded. "Yea..sounds good, I like that."

"But I'm against yo-"

"Yes, yes, well it's all very good. Now jump in." Oliver said opening the door for Hermione.

"So do we have a deal?" Hermione asked, looking at him.

"No, I want something else from you…" He said looking at her. Her eyes widened.

"No! Oh no your not getting that buster! I am fully aware of your reputation, and there's no way your getting that!" Hermione said crossing her arms.

"Getting what?" Asked Oliver, looking slightly clueless.


"You know..the sex?" Hermione said bluntly. Oliver laughed.

"You know, that would be nice, but that's not what I wanted. You see what I really need is a new chief council. You know an assistant."

"Well..I uh think I prefer the sex.." Hermione said looking out the window.

"Ok if you take the job, I promise The Old St. Mungo's will not be demolished. On top of which you can direct all demolishing, and all millions of dollars at your charitable disposable."

"But you couldn't possibly want me, I've spent my life protesting against people like you!"

"Well maybe if you worked for people like me you'd win once in awhile!"


"I-I- I don't know."

"I need a answer almost immediately , here's tell ya what here's my card, call me at the grand hotel."

"You live in a hotel?"

"Actually, I live in it and own it, my life is very much like monewopoly."

"You mean monopoly?" Hermione asked, he nodded and stopped the limo so Hermione could get out.

"Think about it, there's normally a very nice Christmas bonus.." Stan said, opening the door for her. Hermione nodded thanks, and walked out to the ocean with the beach, sitting on the peir just thinking.

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