Chapter Five
And here we are back in the non-captured storyline hope you are stilling following reviews very welcome as always enjoy
Love C.J.
Hermione cracked open one eye to stare from her warm comfy bed to her dresser where her alarm was blearing what sounded like the loudest noise in the world. Hermione looked to her right to see her boyfriend sleeping soundly. To be able to sleep through a sound like that Hermione almost considered a superpower. With a slightly heavy heart Hermione untangled herself from her bedcovers. Despite her reluctance to leave her bed she felt like she had one of the best nights of sleep in ages.
Hermione continued in her usual morning routine with the radio prattling in the background. When they had first begun living together and Hermione was awake in the morning she had tiptoed around Ron before she realised that nothing short of an earthquake was going to wake Ron. Hermione planted a kiss on Ron's cheek he gave no response except to snore louder then before. Victoria Station seemed busier than ever on this Friday morning and Hermione had to work hard to dodge the streams of people coming out of the lines of trains and the underground network that connected to it.
After being hit by several suitcases, yapped at by a dog and pushed over by an angry commuter Hermione was ready for her breakfast more than usual. When she reached the small kiosk however Janie had a large smile pasted on her face.
"Morning Hermione," she said in her Jamaican accent "black coffee and greek salad sandwich as usual."
"Sounds amazing Janie."
"Here you go girl," she passed her a small brown bag and coffee cup. Hermione passed some muggle money over.
"Keep the change."
"Thank you Hermione see you on Monday."
"See you Janie,"
Hermione almost dropped her cup of coffee as she reapparated into the atrium at the Ministry of Magic.
"Phew," she said as grabbed the cup. She knew it was silly after she had been through but Janie really made the best cups of coffee Hermione had ever tasted. Hermione crossed the atrium. It was still quiet at this time of the morning and if Hermione was honest it was the way she liked the ministry: quiet.
"Granger, hey Granger, Granger." A voice shouted after Hermione.
"So much for a peaceful morning." She thought.
"Granger," the voice shouted as a hand touched Hermione's shoulder. "Wow you are quick for this time in the morning." Abigail Wells said as she grabbed Hermione. "Note from Kingsley."
"Cheers Abigail." Hermione smiled.
"Morning Hermione," Kara said as Hermione entered her office.
"The Serbian delegation were down here this morning Hermione." Kara said "I left a note on your desk somewhere."
"Thanks Kara," Hermione smiled wondering for the hundredth time how Kara with her disorganisation thought that being a secretary was a good career move.
Hermione sunk in her chair and opened the note from Kingsley Shacklebolt
Hermione
Ron sent me an Owl last night about what happened after your left work yesterday. Can you spare five minutes to go through the details at some point today? Just head to my office if you get a chance.
Shacklebolt.
Hermione was slightly annoyed, she knew Ron would only have done it for the best of intentions but she did resent being treated like a child. "I told him I would sort it why doesn't he trust me?" She thought.
"Kara," Hermione said exciting her office. "Tell the Serbians to meet me at 12 in the office on the third floor we have been using and ask if Milos and Jana will be there I want her opinion on heart reparation in particular."
"Got it," Kara smiled.
"If anyone asks I am in the auror department."
"Ok." Kara said not looking up as she searched for a scrap of parchment Tyler had left with her the previous day.
"Hi Hermione," Kingsely said before Hermione had even knocked on his door.
"That's a trick worthy of Professor Dumbeldore," Hermione smiled.
"Glad you approve," he smiled "its a sensor on the door just tells me who's approaching." He paused "plus I told the department not to let anyone in but you."
"That'll do it," she smiled.
"So Hermione," Kingsley said his voice turning serious "about what happened last night. I know it's boring but I need names, if you can, descriptions information etc." Hermione spent the next hour sat with Kingsley. On somethings Kingsley didn't seem that interested and on other aspects he spent a long time pouring over things Hermione didn't think was that important.
Leaving her office Hermione felt exhausted, she was so glad it was a Friday.
"Only one more week," she thought "and I am back at St. Mungo's." If Hermione was honest she hated working in an office something about it was so stifling. She hated being stuck behind a desk and looking at pieces of parchment.
Hermione was going to apparate to her alleyway when she decide against it. For some reason the idea that Rowle and the other man would still be out there looking for her had slipped her mind.
"Hey 'Mione," Hermione heard Ron shout as she popped into the kitchen.
"Hi Ron," Hermione responded.
"Good day," he shouted.
"Ok," she said back as she walked into the kitchen to see him eating an apple whilst reading the Phrophet. "Ron," she said suddenly serious.
"Umm," he nodded without looking up."
"Do you want to go out this evening. I have had the dullest week ever plus I really can't be bothered to cook."
"Sure," he replied still reading the sport pages of the Prophet. Slighting annoyed at her boyfriend Hermione headed into their bedroom and opened the wardrobe. She looked at the back of the wardrobe where she knew she had a dress hidden. Hermione had bought it a couple of years ago but it was a little tighter and showed more cleavage than she usually liked.
"Ron?" Hermione asked as she exited the bedroom.
"Do I look good?"
"Great 'Mione," he replied still not looking up from the newspaper.
"Ron," Hermione said with gritted teeth. "How do I look?" She walked over to him and put a couple of fingers under her chin forcing it upwards so he was forced to look upwards to her eyes. Looking at his girlfriend for the first time.
"Wow Hermione you look...errr...well...awesome."
"Awesome?" Hermione asked her left eyebrow raised perhaps a centimetre.
"I'll try that again," Ron smiled standing up "beautiful." He whispered in his girlfriend's ear. Ron picked up Hermione like a newlywed, her slim and small frame contrasted to his taller and broader one. He headed into their bedroom and dumped her on the bed for a second before pouncing on her lips. To Hermione it felt fevered and rushed like Ron wanted to get on with in. But she couldn't remember the last time she has been in a sexual situation with her boyfriend so grabbed the chance with two hands.
