Wolfram and Hart's New Guest
By jessebelle
E-mail: rogue (at) aikorn.com or dracosgryffindorprincess (at) yahoo.com
A/N: Okay, so I took a little longer for updating. The chapter has actually already been written for a while; I just wanted to see if I could pull a few more reviews out with the wait. Never fear though, here's the next chapter with another person being astonished of Hermione's identity. I'll try to get the next chapter up soon, so wish me luck. Hope you enjoy this chappie and please review!
Toodles, jessebelle
Hermione stepped out of the elevator with a gasp. The office was huge and gorgeous. It might not be Hogwarts but she'd definitely be living in comfort for the next year. Right away she spotted her blonde cousin. But, it appeared Harmony didn't recognize her. Good. Then she decided that she'd have to see her sometime and started walking towards the blonde, but wasn't looking where she was going.
CRASH!
Hermione collided with someone and went down. She could feel wetness on her chest. Something must have spilt over her. Mortified with embarrassment, she closed her eyes and tried to will the blush that was sure to cover her face away.
"I am so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going and. Oh, I'm just so sorry."
Spike had already gotten up. He laughed as the girl started to apologize. "S'all right. No harm done, except maybe for your jumper. Here." He held his hand out to help her up.
Hermione uncovered her eyes and took the hand. Once she was on her feet she started to apologize again. "Oh, I'm so sorr- Malfoy?" Standing next to her was a clone of Draco Malfoy, the most rude, foul, loathsome, evil, little cockroach she had the privilege to attend school with.
Spike's eyes widened when he heard the name, but he quickly masked his surprise. "No, the name's Spike. Uh, I'm not so good with the whole manners thing, but why don't you come with me so you can change or something. You look a right mess."
Hermione stared at him for a second. "Uh, thanks. I'm sorry, it's just your resemblance to someone I know is startling."
Spike just gave her a smile. "Not a problem luv. Just follow me."
Hermione closed her eyes for a second, before following the Malfoy clone. There was definitely a noticeable difference between the two though, this one was hot! As soon as she thought that she turned an even redder shade. Spike had been watching her, he grinned.
Leading her to his 'bedroom' he directed her towards the bed. "You can just sit there; I'll find something you can change into. I'm sorry about the jumper."
Hermione looked down to survey the damage. She was covered with a red, sticky substance. Was that- "Is this blood?" Her face became disgusted at the thought.
Spike's eyes widened. He quickly turned around and faced her. "No! I mean, no. It's red paint. I was uh, helping someone paint, uh, something. Yah, that's it. It's paint, not blood. What ever gave you that idea?"
Hermione took a deep breath. "Um, okay."
Spike sighed in relief. "Okay, uh, here. You can put this on. The bathroom's over there."
Hermione caught the shirt thrown her way. It was a button down, red shirt. It wasn't her style, but it'd have to do until she could change, after she met everybody. At least she was able to put off the inevitable meeting with her cousin. She stepped into the bathroom and noticed there were no mirrors. Come to think about it, she hadn't seen a single mirror since she arrived upstairs; curious. Well, at least this let her know this guy wasn't a Malfoy. It was a proven fact that no Malfoy could go an hour without checking his appearance. She slipped off her sweater and luckily the, paint, hadn't seeped through. She looked again at the shirt she'd been given. It was definitely not her size. However, she'd make due. She put it on and rolled up the sleeves. After buttoning it, she looked down. It was practically a dress. She then took the two ends and tied them so they didn't hang. She couldn't see herself, but she decided she looked presentable.
Outside, Spike was trying to figure out why the girl was at Wolfram and Hart. She looked way too innocent to be evil, though looks could be deceiving, and she wasn't dressed like a lawyer. He briefly contemplated that she was their dreaded guest, but quickly dismissed the thought. Sure, she was British, but she had a brain. Just then she came out of his bathroom wearing his shirt. He was suddenly glad that he'd crashed into her.
"Um, thanks for the shirt. I'm not sure when I'll get a chance to change. It just occurred to me that I have no idea who you are. For all I know you could be a crazy serial killer."
Spike grinned. "Well, you're a smart one. Have me pegged down to a T."
Hermione rose her eyebrows, but didn't comment. It only made him grin more. "Well, luv, what's your name? And what are you doing in a place like this?"
Hermione sighed. "My name is Hermione Granger, I'm here to stay with my cousin, Harmony Kendall."
Spike's mouth dropped and the fag he'd just put in his mouth dropped to the floor. "No way, you're, well, you're. No, I don't believe it."
Hermione gave him a small smile. "I see you know my cousin."
Spike stood there for a moment before shaking his head. "Yeah, dated her a while back. God, I don't think I've ever met a more annoying creature. Are you sure you're her cousin?"
Hermione's smile widened at his description of her cousin. "Unfortunately."
Spike grinned as he regained his composure. He leaned down and picked up the fag and stuck it back in his mouth. After taking a drag, he exhaled and smirked. "Well then, it's time I brought you to meet the Poof. And I'm sure you're just dying to see your dear ol' cousin."
Hermione shook her head. "Not really, but I suppose I've delayed it enough."
Spike just shook his head and showed her to the door. "You know pet, I think I'm going to like you."
Hermione followed him as he led her through the halls of the law firm. "Well, that's a good thing I suppose."
Spike stopped as they reentered the lobby. Harmony was still staring at the elevators. "No luv, it's a really good thing."