Wolfram and Hart's New Guest
By jessebelle
A/N: Sorry about the wait, I'm on vacation and I had to have my mother send the files to me because I left my floppy disk at home. Hopefully it won't be happening again. Toodles, jessebelle
Hermione fell back into the room she'd been shoved in with an "oomph". However, she didn't land on the floor as expected. She was caught by a pair of strong arms. She had half a mind to get up, leave the office, and give Spike a piece of her mind, but on the other hand, she was happy for the reprieve from meeting Harmony. But, like she was when she bumped into Spike, she was mortified as the man, she was assuming, held onto her breaking her fall. She felt him help her stand upright and she was finally on her feet. Turning around to apologize and thank him, she was stunned at the handsomeness of the man before her. No, he wasn't a man; he had to be an angel with a face like that.
(Guess who?)
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Wesley Wyndham-Pryce stared at the girl before him. He and Angel had both been surprised when she'd fallen through the door. He'd been the closest and had jumped to catch her before she fell. He noticed her brown eyes that held intelligence and knowledge above her years and her bushy hair that had been pulled into a pony tale. She had pale skin and looked exhausted. He also noticed she was wearing Spike's shirt. Surely she couldn't be Spike's latest replacement for Buffy, she didn't look a thing like his former slayer.
Angel's observations of the girl were different. He took no notice of her except that she was wearing Spike's shirt. Rolling his eyes, he looked decided to break up the staring contest between Spike's latest conquest and his friend and employee.
"So, to what do we owe the pleasure of your presence? Spike get a little too rough with you?"
Hermione turned her head toward the voice and found herself in the presence of another really cute man. Parvati and Lavender would have killed to be in her shoes. Her brow furrowed at the accusing tone of his comment. Her voice was cautious as she answered. "Yes, actually, we were walking out of his apartment when he shoved me in here, telling me I'd be safer or something."
Angel gave an annoyed sigh. He turned his head and looked out his office window into the lobby of his floor. Spike was battling one of his employees and some of his demon clientele. :Wonderful: He was a little peeved, however, that his employees hadn't taken him seriously when he said all demonic employees should remain behind closed doors. What if the girl showed up in the middle of all this. He turned back to Wesley and Spike's girl. "Wes, I have to go handle something out in the lobby. Watch her for me." He strode on past the two without an answer and left the office.
Wesley stared at the door Angel had gone through. "Yes, well, it's what I do best." He said to the air. He was worried about his friend; it seemed the power of his position was going to his head. Meanwhile though, he had a young woman to deal with.
"Well, sorry about that, Angel can be a bit-" Hermione gave him a look. Wesley took off his glasses and polished them. "Yes, um, would you like to sit down?"
Hermione nodded and walked over to the couch that was in Angel's office. She was very curious. So, the cute guy with the big forehead was Angel. She was expecting someone more, nice, courteous, gentlemanly. For someone who was the head of a law firm and had friends like Charles, she'd expected someone with manners. Now, the fellow British gentleman before her, he had manners. It must mean that he was-
"I'm Wesley Wyndham-Pryce. The man that just left was Angel. I'm sorry for his lack of manners. Now, you are?"
She waited. It seemed that Wesley had just taken a drink of water that came from his right. "Hermione Granger, Harmony's cousin."
And like she knew he would, Wesley choked and spit out the water in his mouth. Hermione grabbed a handkerchief from the table in front of them and handed it to him. He took it and wiped his mouth, and his lap. Taking a deep breath he turned to her. "I apologize. Myself and Angel just weren't expecting someone that…" He fumbled for the right word.
Hermione allowed herself a small grin. "Has a brain? Yes, I do know my cousin, both of them actually, and Charles already told me to expect some disbelief on your part."
Wesley nodded and smiled a bit. "How right you are. But that doesn't explain why you're wearing Spike's top."
Hermione closed her eyes in embarrassment. "Oh, well, I wasn't watching where I was going and we bumped into each other. He was carrying something, paint I think it was, and it got on my jumper. He loaned me this to wear."
Wesley grinned. "Ah. So, have you met your cousin yet?"
Hermione shook her head. "No, I was on my way to meet her when Spike tossed me in here. Thank you for catching me, by the way."
Wesley gave her a nod. "Not a problem. It's not just everyday that a woman flies through the door though."
On cue, Harmony came flying through the door. She grumbled and stood back up to go help mediate the demon problem. Hermione turned to Wesley. "You were saying?"