Wolfram and Hart's New Guest

By jessebelle

A/N: And now, for the chapter you've all been waiting for, the one you've begged for from the beginning; the arrival of the tutors! Anyway, Happy 2006! I don't think it's been too long a wait, but nevertheless sorry for not getting this out sooner. Hope you all have a good year and may you all be blessed with inspiration. Now, I'm sure you want to know who her tutors are, so without further adieu….

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Hermione awoke the next morning to her alarm clock. She'd forgotten how annoying it was, but it served its purpose in disrupting her sleep. Stretching an arm out to turn it off, she hissed and pain and retracted the limb, cradling it to her chest and trying not to scream from the pain. Her back and shoulders felt like they were on fire and her head felt like they'd released bludgers inside of it. She tried to remember what she'd done the night before and suddenly everything came rushing back to her making the headache even worse.

Alarm clock still blaring, she recollected what had happen. She and Angel had gone to dinner; she and he had talked, a lot. He'd brought her to a club where she'd danced and danced, she met William, Angel had to go, she'd had the most heavenly time with William, Spike and Xander interrupted them and dragged her away, William had disappeared, Gunn had come to fetch her, they'd been attacked by vampires, and she'd used magic and killed the three vampires. That explained the injuries. The rest of the night was fuzzy; she guessed she'd fallen asleep. She briefly remembered Wesley carrying her and Angel taking care of her, putting her to bed, but the rest was blank. Oh Merlin, she was confused; the night had been both the best and the worst of her life.

"Hermione, are you okay?" She was brought out of thoughts when she heard Angel's voice outside her door.

"Depends on your definition of okay." She yelled back to be heard over the alarm clock. Merlin she wished he'd turn it off.

"I'm coming in." The door opened and he entered, in nothing but a towel. Her jaw dropped to the floor, he was still wet, like he'd just gotten out of the shower and she could see the water droplets travel down his very, very chiseled chest. Wow. "I heard your alarm clock go off when I was in the shower. It didn't turn off so I got worried."

"Hmmm." She wondered what she'd done to get so lucky, being sent to LA, with Angel. Definite salty goodness, she was suddenly jealous of her cousin, spending years with-"

"Hermione, are you okay?" Something was missing, oh; he'd turned off the alarm clock; that was good. Now, if only she were one of those water drops. Tonks had been right, she should just enjoy being surrounded by-

It was then that Angel realized his charge wasn't hearing anything he'd said. Wondering what she was staring at with such concentration, he looked down and realized he was in nothing but a towel. Oh. "Hermione! I'm going to go, put some close on. Stay here and I'll check your injuries." He left, hearing Hermione's whimper as he did so. He couldn't help but smile, it was good to know he still had that affect on the female population; too back he couldn't do anything about it.

Hermione wasn't sure if she was happy or sad when he turned to leave. On one hand she got an excellent look at his bum, which was very, very nice; especially with the low slung towel. On the other hand it meant he was going to leave and put close on.

Only when he was out of sight did she realize what had occurred. Oh Merlin, one night with a guy and she was suddenly guy crazy. No, if she could withstand six years of dealing with Parvati and Lavender and their craziness, she could withstand a year in LA, surrounded by guys, surrounded by hot guys. She was going to go crazy if she didn't get female tutors.

Thoughts firmly in place, she tried to forget the image of Angel, in a towel. It wasn't easy; she finally just decided to store it in her memory. It didn't help that the man in question was now at her door, a smirk on his face.

"Better?" Why, that arrogant… she realized she was staring again and decided to answer.

"Yes." She put as much contempt as she could in her voice, but he continued to smile. Deciding to show him a thing or two, she went to get up, forgetting about her injuries. Not a good idea. "Owww!"

He was at her side in an instant. "Where does it hurt?" All traces of arrogance were gone, replaced with concern.

She could feel tears prickling her eyes. "Back, shoulders. What happened?"

He sighed. "From what I can tell you were slammed into the side of a brick building-"

"I know that, I mean what's the damage."

Angel sighed. "Basically there's a few bruises and you skinned your back and shoulders on the bricks. Nothing serious, but it hurts a lot worse then a deep cut because as your skin grows back, any movement jars it and it feels like it's on fire."

"Anything we can do?"

Angel thought about it. He didn't want to see her in pain, but what about discovery. Deciding to put his lying skills to the test, he nodded. "Yeah, one of our medical departments just developed this cream that'll heal it faster then normally. It'll be a bit itchy, but it'll numb it and make the pain stop."

Hermione nodded, which made the headache worse. "Anything for a headache?"

He nodded. "I'll get some Tylenol too. Stay here, don't move."

She gave a laugh. "Not really a problem."

He left and returned a few minutes later. "Okay, I need you to take off your shirt. I won't look or anything, but I'll need to rub it on."

She knew he'd seen her back the night before, so she wasn't shy. As she turned around she caught sight of the bottle in his hands. It looked suspiciously like a potion. Thinking about what he said it'd do, she realized it was a potion, one they'd learned about last year. Something was going on, but right now she was glad he had it. She'd hate to wait to heal.

Shirt off, she laid on the bed. She heard him shuffling; then felt his hands on her back massaging a cold cream into her back and shoulders. It was instant relief. She sighed in pleasure.

"Better?" This time it was said with concern, no arrogance. She decided she liked this Angel better.

"Much. Tylenol?" His hands stopped, much to her displeasure, and she was handed two pills and a glass of water. Being able to move her arms, she took it. It was no instant relief, but she didn't care because Angel had continued his massage.

"This feels nice. Where's you learn to do it?"

She heard him chuckle. "I picked up a few things over the years. So what really happened last night?"

She went over her memories again and decided to tell him the truth, modified of course. "Well, after you left I had a fabulous time with William. Then dumb and dumber showed up to take me home and ruined everything."

He laughed. "Now you know why I cringe every time they enter a room."

She rolled her eyes, not that he could see it. "They're not quite that bad. I understand they were concerned, but that was just embarrassing."

"I'm sorry; I didn't think that they could screw anything up by picking you up. Guess I was wrong." His hands began working on her shoulders.

"Not your fault. Anyway, I went back to search for William, but he was gone. It was really weird, now that I think about it. Charles showed up to take me home, we were walking, and he'd just got done saying he'd protect me when he got knocked out."

They both laughed at the irony, and then she finished her story. "Then they turned to me."

"How many were there?"

"Three."

His voice took on a skeptical tone. "And you took care of them by yourself?"

She turned her head and glared. "Hey, I'm in the middle of a war back home, I can take care of three va-vigilantes. One of the classes at my school is defense."

Angel winced. "Okay, sorry. But you have to admit it's a little hard to believe. I mean, you're so..." he paused.

"I'm so what?" her voice was dangerous.

Angel realized what he'd done and winced again. He needed to remember that appearances were deceiving. Just look at Buffy; she was smaller then anyone he'd met and yet she could lift a car if she wanted. "Never mind. You're okay then?" He stopped his massage, getting a look at the clock.

She nodded. "Yeah, headaches better too. What time is it?"

"Time for you to get up and get dressed. You're meeting your tutors for breakfast in one of the conference rooms. I'd go with you to meet them, but I have a meeting with the guys. But, you know them, so it shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Hermione nodded and stood up, keeping her back to Angel. She pulled her shirt back on and turned around. "Yeah, it'll be fine. I just wish I knew who he'd sent. Um, will they be staying here?"

Angel shook his head. "No, they already have a place, I asked. But your lessons will be here. I'm going to set up a room for you to work. Uh, I have to go. See Harmony, she'll show you where to go." He got up off her bed and headed for the door. He was almost there when Hermione stopped him.

"Angel?"

He turned around. "Yeah?"

She gave him a smiled. "Thanks for the massage, and for taking care of me. I also never got to say that I had a wonderful time last night."

He smiled back at her. "Me too; and no problem. You ever need anything, just ask. I'll see you for lunch. Have fun." Then he left. Hermione turned around and began to make her bed. Now what to wear? WHNGWHNGWHNGWHNGWHNGWHNGWHNGWHNGWHNGWHNGWHNGWHNGWHNGWHNGWHNGWHNGWHNG

Ahalf hour, one shower, and two changes of clothes later, Hermione was taking the elevator from the pent house to Angel's office. She didn't know how to get around the numerous hallways she'd encounter if she took the door, yet and she was already late to her meeting.

She quietly exited the elevator, and gave an embarrassed wave to everyone congregated at the table in Angel's office. Luckily it was all people she knew. She saw the books from last night on the table and guessed they were talking about a case.

She got a bunch of hellos back, but stayed silent and rushed to the door. Her cousin was at her desk, waiting for her.

"There you are, they already got here a while ago. Let me say, all cuties. If that's what your teachers at boring school are like, sign me up."

Hermione rolled her eyes. Trust her cousin to go to school just for the guys. But the way it sounded meant that she had male teachers. Just wonderful! "Just show me where they are."

"Geez, no need to act so bitchy. Hey, heard you had some trouble last night, what happened?"

Hermione knew that the concern her cousin was showing was false, it was just a show to get the latest gossip. She sighed. "Charles and I were attacked; after he went down, I beat the crap out of our three attackers. Now, take me to breakfast or I'll give you a repeat performance and show you exactly how I took them out."

Harmony paled, but got up. "Fine, show an ounce of concern-"

"Harmony!"

The secretary jumped up and led her down the hallway. After passing numerous doors they reached the end of the hallway, room 314. "Here you are your highness. You've only been here what, two days and you're already treated like royalty. Go, have fun learning. Just remember, I'm still prettier then you." Then her cousin turned and stalked away. Hermione felt an urge to be mean. She waited until her cousin was halfway down the hallway before shouting after her.

"Hey Harm, did I tell you about the guys I danced with. Angel took me to that one club, oh, what was it. Never mind, just know that that actor you like, the one in that vampire movie, well, he dances like heaven. Oh, and that other guy, the one from that boyband you used to love, can't dance for anything, I don't know how he made those videos you used to love. Of course, none of the celebrities can compare to the guy I finished the night with. It's too bad Spike and Xander dragged me away. I'm telling you, he had to be a model. Now, who've you danced with lately?"

She knew it was childish, but she couldn't help feeling completely satisfied as her cousin growled in frustration before stalking back to her desk. She then noticed that a few of the conference room doors had opened at her yelling, including Angel's office and the door she was standing in front of. Luckily her back was to it, so her tutors wouldn't see her blush. Down the hall, she could hear her new friends' cheers. It didn't help when she heard the bark of laughter, then a familiar voice, behind her. Sometimes she wished she could just disappear.

"Wow, Hermione, a few days in LA and bam, you're suddenly dancing the night away and talking back. I think Harry and Ron would go into shock. So, tell Uncle Sirius more about this model of yours." And sometimes she wished that the floor would open and swallow her up.

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Author's Note: I am so sorry. I really, really planned to reveal the tutors, but this just came out. I did reveal one though; Sirius Black is in LA, how will it ever survive? I'm really sorry though, it was the perfect place to end. Just think though, not only did we have sexy Angel (I think I may have drooled a bit while writing it. Picturing the story in your head makes it ten times better. May Merlin bless David Boreanz for being so hot!), but I also had Hermione telling off Harmony. Come on, it was good, right? Anyway, I will try to update ASAP, but I need to do my homework first. I'll try not to make you suffer too long. Just picture David, in a towel, dripping wet. Siriusly (hee hee hee) I don't know why that image is staying with me, or where it came from. But hey, it could be worse, right? So, review, hang in there, and I'll try to update. Next chapter, I PROMISE I'll reveal the other two tutors. I promise, it's worth it!

Toodles,

jessebelle