A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Sci fi September
FBI (or equivalent) -agent-in-camera falls in love with the person they're watching
Word Count: 980
Warning: stalking, voyeurism, obsessive thoughts
Ron adjusted the angle of the lens. It was his job to watch Miss Hermione Granger. The agency he worked for, part of the alphabet soup group, thought she was dangerous. They said she might be a spy for a foreign government. He had to agree. She was too boring, too perfect, something wasn't right about her.
He'd been the lucky agent to get this assignment. It was nearly seven in the morning. He watched Hermione get up out of bed. She walked into the loo, undressed, and turned on the shower. This was his favorite part of her routine. She had no idea about the cameras he had hidden in her flat.
She had no idea he'd replaced her mirror with a device that gave him a full view of the loo. He smiled as she peered into the fake glass. He loved the way she looked, the way she smiled at her own reflection. Soon the mirror was fogged up from the steam of the shower. It didn't matter to Ron. He had a device in the shower head also.
He could see every angle of Miss Granger's body, sometimes he even thought about her when he wasn't watching her. She was his most important mission. If she proved to be dangerous, he would need to alert the agency. He was starting to realize he could never do that. No matter how dangerous she might be, he'd never be able to turn her in. He loved her.
She was out of the shower now, dressing in a cute little emerald green dress. He smiled. He loved how green looked with her brown curls. The way her curls bounced against her face made him smile. He knew if anyone in the agency knew he was here, they could have his badge pulled. Ron hated how he'd been pulled off the case about a month ago. They said he'd gotten too close. He knew he had, but he didn't care.
No one had managed to remove all this bugs from her home. No one ever came close to being as thorough as Ron Weasley. He moved the camera in the kitchen, expecting Hermione to start making her morning cup of coffee. She liked it with vanilla almond milk and two cubes of sugar. Instead, the kitchen was empty. Ron frowned. This wasn't right. Where was she? He searched every camera and found her standing at her front door with a huge smile plastered on his face. She was holding a bouquet of flowers.
Ron zoomed in on them. He jotted down the name of the florist who had sent them. Who would be sending his Hermione flowers? He was the one that loved her! Ron abandoned his post for a bit to investigate the flowers. The clerk at the shop hadn't been terribly helpful, kept asking about a warrant. Ron had, of course, bragged about the agency he was with, but it hadn't done any good.
Now, he was furious. He returned to his surveillance van and flipped his cameras back on. Hermione was in the kitchen now, sipping tea. Ron knew it was tea because she always drank her tea from the green cup. Hermione appeared to be talking to someone.
Ron zoomed out, getting a full view of the room. There was a man sitting at Hermione's table. He had dark greasy hair, sallow skin, and looked every inch the villain Ron knew he must be. This man must be Hermione's handler, he must be the one for whom she was a spy! Who else would have swooped in and tried to steal his woman?
Now was the time for action. Ron jumped to his feet, knocking his chair and cup of coffee over in the process. The cameras flickered, slowly the one in the kitchen went dark, then the one in the living room. Ron was already out of the van and on his way to Hermione's door so he didn't notice how slowly each of his cameras was discovered and destroyed. He pounded on Hermione's door. She opened it and stared at him.
"Can I help you?" she asked, her voice full of annoyance. Ron nodded, grabbing for her hands.
"It's me, Hermione, Ron. I love you, I've been watching you for so many months now. I know everything about you," Ron admitted, proclaiming it as if Hermione should be overjoyed to finally meet him. Instead, she yanked her hands from his and ran back into the house screaming as the door slammed shut in his face.
Ron stared at the door for a moment before remembering his training. He broke down the door and found himself face to face with the man from the kitchen. In person, he was much more intimidating. He pulled an object from his pocket and fired it at Ron. Ron felt like his entire body was full of electricity as he fell to the floor. He saw Hermione's feet standing just out of the room though the doorway. He tried to call to her, but found he was unable to speak.
"I don't know who you think you are, but I'm sure the aurors will be happy to arrest you for both stalking and voyeurism," the man stated.
"Not to mention breaking and entering and assault," Hermione's sweet voice added. "You did grab me after all," she stated. Ron found himself unable to move as the aurors showed up. He tried to speak, to tell them which agency he was with. That he had a right to the information he'd gathered from Hermione's home.
They loaded him up and drove off. Ron could see the dark man hugging Hermione, holding her from the window of the car. Slowly, he managed to clench his hands into fists. She was his, and he would have her! This was all just a misunderstanding.