Prompt: "This was her Internship?!"

Hermione ran a hand through her long curly hair, before grabbing her cloak and striding out of her office, and down the hall towards the main exit. It was already quite dark out this time of year, and the weather had grown quite chilly of late. As she walked across the nearly empty parking lot towards the sidewalk to hail a cab, she felt a sense that she was being watched. Her hand gripped the wand in her pocket tightly, as she spun on her heel, her eyes scanning the perimeter of the parking lot, although she couldn't detect anyone in the vicinity.

Paranoia, she thought, as a cab pulled up beside the curb, and she slipped inside.

The cab had already pulled away when the crack of apparition split the air.

~~{0}~~

"My Lord" offered Draco as he knelt down in front of Voldemort, wisely keeping his eyes to the floor.

"Ah, Draco, what have you learned?" Voldemort asked coldly, a promise of punishment clear in his voice, should he not be satisfied with the answer.

"The Mudblood, my lord, I've found her." Draco said with a sneer.

Voldemort's lip curled at the corner, finding the mudblood brought him one step closer to discovering Potter's location.

"Show me."

~~{0}~~

The next morning, Hermione woke early, and quickly drank a steaming cup of coffee before hopping into the shower as part of her morning routine that she followed as she got ready for her Internship. She had thought long and hard about what she wanted to do with her future, and after facing years and years of blood prejudice due to being a Muggleborn witch, Hermione became fascinated with the study of Genetics. It was mostly studied by the muggles, and consequently ignored by the wizarding world, but, she was intelligent enough to understand that genetics affected wizards in precisely the same way as muggles. With a recommendation by Professor McGonagall, Hermione was accepted into a Magical University that required Hermione to complete an undergraduate internship program that would support her double major of Genetic Engineering and Medi-wizadry.

Hermione thought about how much had changed since graduation. Attacks by the Death Eaters had been increasing in their frequency, to the point that the Order was forced to take drastic measures. She had fought with the Order vehemently about it, since she and Ron were both told in no uncertain terms that in order to keep Harry safe, that the trio would need to be separated going forward. It was common knowledge after all these years, that where you found Hermione or Ron, you found Harry. With Dumbledore gone, Kingsley took over as the order's leader, and made the tough decisions. After a lot of arguing, Harry agreed that Voldemort would never expect for them to be split up, and so, she and Ron had little choice than to acquiesce. Neither she nor Ron knew of Harry's location, only his secret keeper knew, and even that information was classified. The only bit of information she received, was during order meetings, when a letter from Harry himself could be read. Sometimes, he would send an additional letter to her and Ron, but nothing as to his location, nor what progress he was making had ever been revealed.

After a while, she grew bored. She had assumed going into her final year at Hogwarts that she, Ron and Harry would be off on some epic adventure and finally take down the Dark Lord, and that it would be over, but she hadn't expected this. There was literally nothing she could do. It was with this quiet acceptance, that she had approached Professor McGonagall, and told her of her desire to attend University. She had finally managed to convince the older witch when she showed her the pamphlets to the muggle facility where she had already been offered an internship. Surely, Voldemort or his Death Eaters would not be looking for the brightest witch of her age in the heart of Muggle London.

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He strode purposely across the parking lot towards the brick and glass building that stood at the end, his wand resting safely in his pocket. He kept his eyes forward, trained on the glass door, and made his way up the stairs, glimpsing his reflection in the glass as the door opened before him, and the corners of his mouth lifted in barely a smirk. He approached the plump woman seated at the desk in front of him, a muggle to be sure, since he was unable to detect any trace of magic, and dazzled her with a charming smile.

"Can I help you, sir?" the woman asked, a faint blush rising to her cheeks as she looked at him.

"I have an appointment." He said in a silky voice.

"Oh…" the woman said flustered, "Of course, Mr?" she asked raising her eyebrow and pulling out a thick appointment book.

"Molvedort" He said smoothly, the corner of his lips twitching.

"Ah yes, here you are. Take a seat, it'll just be a moment." She said giggling as she picked up a phone and spoke quietly with someone on the other end.

He didn't have to wait long, as a familiar bushy head of hair approached the desk, and the plump woman pointed in his direction. Her eyes scanned him, and she looked away quickly, and walked towards him.

"You can follow me, please, this way." She said looking away from him and walking quickly down the hall deeper into the building before coming to a stop at a small examination room.

"Right in here, if you please." She said politely, once again meeting his eyes only breifly and quickly looking away.

He could sense that the girl was nervous, although he was certain she was unaware of his identity. The polyjuice had seen to that. If only she would keep eye contact, he could look into her mind, and get the information he needed.

"Right, so I'll just need to ask you a few questions, and then we can get your sample." Hermione stated clinically, keeping her eyes trained on the clipboard she held in her hands.

"Sample?" he asked in confusion.

"Yes, there's no need to be nervous though, we have plenty of...stimulus should you need it." She supplied helpfully as she gestured for him to take a seat.

What in merlin's name was going on?

"Age?"

He hesitated for a moment, and finally gave the rough age of the man he was currently polyjuiced to look like. It wouldn't do for him to tell her he was seventy-five.

"Fourty-one." He said smoothly, looking at her intensely as she made a note on the clipboard.

"Do you smoke?"

"No." he answered immediately, remembering how Mrs. Cole had frequently smoked back in his days at the orphanage and how much it had disgusted him.

"That's good, smoking kills!" Hermione chuckled nervously, and then schooled her features back into a mask of cool professionalism, "Sexual Orientation?"

"I don't see how that…" he scoffed before she held up a hand to explain

"I just ask the questions, I'm certainly not judging." she said carefully and glanced at him again quickly giving him a kind smile.

He cleared his throat, "I'm not gay."

"So Hetero-sexual then?" she asked for confirmation.

"Yes." He said uncomfortably. Why wouldn't she just look at him?

"I'll need you to fill out this brief health history form, but first, I'll need to record your blood pressure if that is ok?" she asked him

He nodded, and she stepped over to his other side and pulled a black piece of fabric connected to some strange device on the wall.

"Can you please remove your jacket? I'll need to place this on your upper arm." She asked nervously, biting her lip.

He gazed at her for a moment, and her eyes met his briefly, not long enough to make a connection, but long enough that he realized that she found him physically attractive. Maybe he could use that to his advantage?

"Of course" he said silkily as his fingers slowly went to the button of his suit jacket and he unbuttoned them one by one. He continued to gaze at her, and watched as her eyes were riveted to his hands as each button popped open, and then he slid the jacket over his broad shoulders, and then started to unfasten the cuffs of shirt.

"I'm not sure I can get a proper reading if your sleeve is in the way." She coughed lightly, and looked down at her clipboard blushing.

He smirked again, and unfastened the other cuff, and began to unbutton his shirt. His chest was pale, and well-toned, with a smattering of dark hair in the center. Hermione tried desperately to not stare at the small trail of dark hair that disappeared into the waistband of his trousers.

"Ready when you are." He drawled, giving her a smoldering gaze. Inwardly, he chuckled at how easy it was to unsettle her. He was sure he would know all of her secrets by the time he left this strange muggle institution.

Hermione cleared her throat again, and stepped towards him, focusing intently on the blood pressure cuff, looking anywhere but at his face, or his chiseled chest.

Once the cuff was secured, she stuck a cold metal disk beneath it above his elbow, the other portion connected to a part that went into her ears; how strange. She began to pump a small balloon in her hand, and he could feel the band around his arm inflating. It was becoming uncomfortably tight.

"Ouch!" he cried when he felt that if she inflated the damn thing anymore, that his arm would surely pop off.

"Remain still please." She said quietly, as she stared at the strange device on the wall for a moment, and then released the pressure in the cuff.

"Your blood pressure is good, 116 over 80. Healthy as a horse." She said nervously, clearing her throat again and jotting the numbers own on her clip board.

"I'm almost out of your hair, I just need to take a quick blood sample, and then I can leave you to it." She said as she set the clipboard down and pulled a syringe out of the cabinet and attached a rather large looking needle.

His eyes widened as he watched her, what in the devil was she planning to do with that now?

"It'll only hurt for a moment." She said calmly as she tied a tight piece of rubber tubing around his arm

"Um, I'm not…"he began before she grabbed his arm and quickly swabbed the skin at his elbow with an alcohol pad

"No one likes needles, I understand, but this is quite necessary." She said sympathetically and before he knew what was happening she jabbed his arm with the needle.

"Fuck!" he cried and watched as his blood began to fill the tube.

He saw her smirk at his outburst, only saying, "It'll be over in a moment."

Finally, she pulled the needle out quickly, and pressed a piece of cotton against his skin where the needle had been, as she rifled through the draw next to him for something.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any plain ones left. One of the nurses bought these as a joke, but I suppose they'll do in a pinch." She said pulling out a Spongebob band-aid. Oh the indignity.

"Right, well, that's all I need, so I'll just give you this, and I'll wait outside until you're finished." She said handing him a small plastic cup.

"What is this for?" he asked in confusion, looking at the cup with trepidation.

She blushed again, once again looking anywhere but at his face.

"Um…that's for your sample." She said awkwardly.

"My…sample?" he asked, still completely not understanding what she was asking for.

"Yes, I need a sample of your semen." She said as clinically and professionally as she could, although her cheeks were scarlet.

His eyes widened, what the hell kind of a place was this?! Not wanting to blow his cover, he took the proffered cup, and looked around the room helplessly.

"There's um…magazines…in the cupboard." She stammered wanting to die of mortification.

Now he really looked confused.

"I believe there are also some pornographic videos with the television in that closet, if you need it. I'll just wait outside." She said practically running from the room. It figured, the first patient under her internship at the fertility clinic would be a severely hot guy looking to donate sperm.

Voldemort stood in a state of shock in the center of the small examination room, still shirtless and holding the small plastic cup. He was going to kill Draco Malfoy. How could he not warn him? This was her internship?! And above all, he still hadn't managed to legillimize her, and discover Potter's location.

There was a moment of panic, after ten minutes where he made no move to do anything. Merlin, he couldn't do this here…not that he hardly did it to begin with, but sitting in a sterile room with Potter's Mudblood standing outside of the door, was giving him performance anxiety. His anxiety only increased when he felt the stirrings of the polyjuice potion beginning to wear off.

Shit. He hadn't brought anymore, thinking he would be in and out.

His plan was falling apart at the seams. If he was going to get the information he came for, he was going to have to take drastic measures.

He sighed, and opened the cupboard, and a few magazines fell onto the counter. Once of them had a naked dark haired woman with large breasts on the cover, winking, strangely enough, she looked a lot like Bellatrix LeStrange, and he shuddered. The next one had a petite red head on the cover sucking on a lollypop. He smirked recalling young Miss Weasley…yes,that one would do.

Another ten minutes passed, and he placed the cover on the sample jar, and washed his hands at the sink as Hermione had instructed. A moment later, he heard a soft knock on the door, and he bid her to enter.

She was looking down at her clipboard as she stepped into the room, closing the door behind her.

"I just wanted to extend our gratitude to you, Mister…" as she scanned the clipboard looking for his name.

"Molvedort."

Her eyes widened, and her whole body stiffened. Nothing could have prepared her for the sight as she looked directly into a pair of familiar crimson eyes; The Dark Lord himself stood before her, holding out his sample.

"It was my pleasure, Miss Granger."