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Chapter 2: They're Evil!
Hermione arrived bright and early the next morning. She walked into the law office towards the front desk where a young blond woman sat.
"Ahem," she said after a few moments.
"Oh, you wanted something." The blond looked up from filing her nails. "Well what? I don't have all day."
"Well, I'm here for an appointment with Angel. I spoke with him yesterday..."
"Oh you're that girl who's been trying to find out our secrets. Yeah, he's in a meeting right now but he should be done soon."
Knowing she was dismissed, Hermione took a seat in one of the chairs in the waiting area. She noticed that there were more girls here today, a lot more. She waited about a half hour more before approaching the blond again. "Ya know I don't have time to wait for his majesty to decide that he wants to see me. He knew I would be here so you can get off your skimpy little ass and tell him that I want to see him. Now!"
Harmony clearly looked affronted, but she was saved the trouble of responding when a male voice stated from the door. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone degrade Harmony so efficiently before."
"Yeah well, I was..." Hermione stopped mid sentence as she saw who she was talking to. "Ummm...yeah, I'm Hermione Granger we spoke yesterday." She said as she walked forward with her hand extended.
"Yes I know. You can come in now." She followed him into the conference room and was surprised to see other people, none of whom she had met yesterday.
"This is Buffy Summers, Willow Rosenburg, Alexander Harris, Rupert Giles, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, and Winifred Burkle," he said, pointing to each as he introduced them. "Now I believe you had some questions for us?"
"Well, yes, I did. I mean, I do." Hermione was clearly disoriented. She didn't think she was going to be talking to so many people, but she pushed down her fear and began. "I believe one of your employees, a one Miss Jenna Jones, has disappeared and I want to know what you have to say on the matter. This girl has been missing for almost two weeks, and yet you haven't reported her missing to the police. Why is that?"
Before Angel could explain, Willow asked, "If her disappearance isn't known to the police how do you know?" All faces turned to see what the girl would say. She gave the response all reporters gave, "I have my sources."
"Well, we have the resources to search for the girl ourselves and once those are used will we turn to the police."
"But if you're resources couldn't find her then how do you expect the police–" She was interrupted by a dark skinned man entering the room. He looked to be around his mid twenties and was dressed casually. He walked up to Angel saying triumphantly, "We found him, we found him. I knew that rat bastard couldn't hide for long. Draco Malfoy is ours!"
"Wait, did you say Draco Malfoy?" The young man turned to see the girl for the first time. "Yeah. He's been a suspect in a murder here in LA. Who are you?"
"He's here in LA and he never told me. Oh he is so dead. He'll be wishing for mercy when I get done with him." The other occupants in the room turned to stare at British woman. "Oh sorry. Hermione Granger, and you are?"
"Gunn. How do you know Malfoy."
"School. What has he done? Cause I know personally he would never kill anyone...anymore." She added the last part under her breath.
"What do you mean 'anymore'?" the girl introduced as Buffy asked. 'That girl must have super ears to have heard that,' thought Hermione. 'Only Harry could have heard that.'
"You never answered my question. What did he do? I'm not going to let you incriminate him."
Suddenly there was a commotion out in the hall as a distinctly British voice was saying, "Get your bloody hands off me, dammit, I mean it. You will all regret this." Hermione ran from the room to be met with an interesting scene. Draco Malfoy was handcuffed and being dragged into the law firm literally kicking and screaming. His hair was no long the neat gelled concoction it was in school, but was a bit longer and shaggier. He wore muggle clothes that were quite dirty and loose as if he hadn't been eating well. His eyes connected with Hermione's for a fraction of a second but it was enough for recognition to replace anger. "Hermione, RUN! Or they'll get you to. Run, leave this place, they're evil." Hermione did the only thing she knew how, she fought. She pulled her wand from within her sleeve, long underused but still kept. She fired off spells in rapid succession, one freeing Draco, before taking aim at the men holding him. He too pulled his wand to aid her.
The office was in chaos, before an overpowering voice screamed, "STOP!" All turned to look at the petite redhead, Hermione and Draco back to back, wands at the ready. "Who the hell are you people?"
"They're evil, Will." said Buffy as she jumped at Hermione in slayer mode. She began a series of punches and kicks forcing her to back away from Draco. He, seeing that he could do nothing without hurting Hermione, stood with wand pointed at his captors. Hermione held her own against the slayer, mainly because of her training for the fight against Voldemort, but ultimately she was no match for Buffy. She caught her with a right hook that sent her wand spinning away. Now Buffy had the advantage, and she took it, pressing a stake to her heart enough to let her know her intentions.
"Now we'll get some answers. Who are you?"
"Hurt her and you will know true and lasting pain." Draco said from behind her, wand pointed straight at her heart.
"Draco, no. That will send you to Azkaban. I can't see you go there after all you've done, not with them."
"I won't see you hurt, Hermione. You've seen too much."
"Alright this is solving nothing," Willow said. "Look if we promise not to kill each other can we talk about this?" Draco exchanged glances with the Slayer letting her know it was her move. She lowered her stake, as he lowered his wand. Hermione ran to him, picking up her wand as she went.
"So who are you truthfully?" Buffy asked, rejoined with her group.
"We've been telling you the truth. My name is Hermione Granger and this is Draco Malfoy. I'm a journalist at the Beacon."
"You missed the part about you knowing magic."
"No, you never asked. Look, it's against our laws to tell muggles about our world, so of course we wouldn't tell you."
"I'm sorry to break up this little reunion but we really have to take Mr. Malfoy." Gunn said, now equipped with an axe. All the others contained weapons of some sort. "What's he done? You mentioned murder." Hermione said, looking over to Draco questioningly.
"Look I didn't kill anyone. You know me, Mione. I wouldn't do that. I was helping this girl who was injured when she up and died on me when these commando guys showed up. They thought I had killed her, so I dumped her and ran. I'm not a Slytherin without reason. We aren't stupid."
"See." Hermione said, kinda like a little child but she hated seeing innocent people hurt.
"That's no proof. His words. Why should we believe him?" Xander commented.
"Cause he can't lie you idiot."
"You actually believe that. Wake up girl, he's playing you," Buffy said.
"No you don't get it. He can't lie, like he is physically incapable of lying. If he does, he is in excruciating amounts of pain."
"Sounds like Captain Peroxide and the chip," noted Xander. "Are you related to Spike?"
"Who?"
"No, he isn't. William the Bloody left no heirs, and therefore his line died with him." Hermione explained.
"How do you know about William the Bloody?" Giles asked for the first time since meeting the Brits.
"She knows everything of course." Draco responded. "Alright, I think we all need to take this somewhere a little less public, where we can talk everything through." The entire group walked back into the conference room where they spent the next several hours discussing their pasts.
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