Wolfram and Hart's New Guest

By jessebelle

A/N: I'm so mean, but at least I updated ASAP; I could've left you hanging while I updated my other stories, but know, I heard your pleas and so here you are. This will be my last update until I update my other stories, so I'll try not to make it a cliffie. Now, no one correctly guessed who the person at the door was, I didn't expect you to though, it came out of nowhere, but you did figure out one of the other clues…hee hee hee. I hope you all agree with the tutors, if not; deal with it, but I figure it will definitely make the story more interesting, especially when you add Marauders, and the twins from time to time. Now, for the mystery person; or should I say, persons? (Grins evilly)

Huggles and Snuggles,

jessebelle

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Hermione had just turned around when the door opened. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw the figure standing there, a smile on his face…

"Harry?" Her shriek made Sirius and Remus wince, but the smile on her face that lit up the room was worth their pain. She immediately ran and grabbed the tall, messy-haired, green eyed boy, who hugged her back just as tight.

"Hey Mione, I missed you." She replied, but it was muffled by his shirt. "What was that?"

She looked up at him. "I said I know, and I missed you just as much."

"What about me than?" Hermione's eyes widened again, looking over Harry's shoulder, quite a feet considering her height, she squealed again.

"RON!" The redhead was given the same treatment. He grinned and hugged her fiercely.

"I take it you missed me too."

Hermione laughed and stared up into his blue eyes. "Of course, you big dofus, now come inside and tell me what you're doing here, how you got here in the first place, and whether Dumbledore let you come, or if you snuck off and I have to kill you."

"Well that's a tall order, but we're wondering the same thing." Sirius fixed his godson with a raised eyebrow. He already knew Dumbledore wouldn't have let Harry and Ron come to LA, but he was more curious on how they'd gotten here more than anything.

Ron and Harry looked at Sirius, then Remus who was lost in thought. Then they winced and began to study their shoes. "Ah, we might've accidentally taken a port key we found, laying around, that just happened to take us to LA. We were in the neighborhood, so, we thought we'd pop in and see Hermione." Harry looked up and smiled at his best friend.

"Uh huh, you expect me to believe that?" Sirius gave them a disbelieving look.

"Well, its Harry, anything that could happen to him usually does, no matter how hard it is to believe." Ron chanced a look up and saw Sirius rolling his eyes.

"True, but I know for a fact all port keys to LA are hidden in Dumbledore's office. So again, do you expect me to believe that?"

Harry looked down again. "No, but I'm kinda hoping you'll forgive us because we're lost without Mione and we had to see her."

"How'd you come up with this?"

Harry and Ron shared a look. "Ah, we might've overheard a few of your talks with Dumbledore and uh, planned it."

Instead of scolding them like they thought he would, Sirius just laughed. When he was finished, he looked at the golden trio, reunited, and smiled. "That's a plan worthy of the Marauders." Then his expression changed. "But…as your godfather and as an adult, that was very wrong boys, very wrong indeed. There's a reason you guys are being protected and that Hermione was sent here. If someone would've followed you, and realized that you'd left Dumbledore's protection with nobody knowing, Voldemort could've gotten to you. I hope you realize the risks you've taken…"

"Yes, Sirius." "Yes, Padfoot." Harry and Ron looked down at their feet.

"So, now that you've realized the risks you've taken, we can't let them be taken for granted. So, enjoy your time in LA, we go home, uh, I'm not sure…Moony?" When the werewolf didn't answer, Sirius left the kids and walked over to his friend and shook him. "Remus?"

The werewolf shook his head as he came back to reality. "I'll kill him."

"Moony, what? Okay, why are you're knickers in a twist?"

Remus looked at Hermione, who looked like she'd won a million dollars, her arms interlocked with Ron and Harry's her head resting on the latter's shoulder. The boys' presence didn't even register in his mind. "I remembered, last night, when Bill came home…"

"Yeah, and…?"

"He met a girl."

"Okay, you're scaring me, again, we know this, I was there. Why's this such a big shock."

"Because, I remembered how he smelled."

"And, again… I say what?"

"He smelled like Hermione."

Sirius gave him a weird look and put a hand to his friend's forehead. "Are you feeling okay?"

Remus batted his arm away. "I'm fine, just homicidal. Hermione, he smelled like Hermione, it was all over him. Now think, he met a girl who he adored and had a wonderful night with, Hermione met a guy, both were at a club. He smelled like Hermione, do you see why I'm going to make sure he can never have children again?"

Sirius shook his head. "Okay, I want you to think about this, really think. What are the odds that in this huge city, Hermione just happened to meet Bill Weasley, not recognize him, and spend the night with him? I mean really?"

"But-"

Sirius shook his head. "No, I want you to forget about it. The girl Bill met just probably had the same perfume as her. Now, I need you to go say hello to Ron and Harry; who came to LA to see Hermione."

Remus still looked unconvinced, but then he realized what his friend just said. "Harry and Ron?" He looked over and saw Hermione, laughing with her friends, her face buried in Ron's chest as she tried to muffle her giggles. "Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, what on earth do you think you're doing here?"

"Wow Remus, you sounded a lot like my mother for a moment. I guess they'll get the riot act twice, but I'm curious too. Now, Ron, Harry; why is it I just tracked you here from our hotel?"

"Speak of the devil…" Sirius looked at Remus and grinned.

Ron paled, grabbed Hermione's arm, and placed her before him like a shield when she pulled away from Harry's chest at Bill's voice. The boy-who-lived also looked a bit queasy. "Uh. Hermione, I'd like to reintroduce you to my brother Bill, you met him in forth year. I, uh, guess he's you're tutor."

Hermione grinned at the squeak in his voice, rolled her eyes, and turned around to meet the eldest Weasley. "Hel- William?" She froze.

William 'Bill' Weasley's face contorted into shock. "Mione?" There, standing before him, was his dream girl from the night before; the same Cinderella who hadn't left him a shoe to find.

"Oh, you know each other then?" Ron hadn't grasped his friend and brother's panic as he looked from Hermione to Bill, he was just relieved he wasn't being yelled at. Harry meanwhile, felt Hermione tense and knew something was up.

Sirius began to sweat, and discretely pulled out his wand and aimed it at Remus. He had a feeling his friend might try to do something rash. Sure enough, he moved to attack Bill, but a well placed stunning charm stopped him immediately; though he fell to the floor with a thud. Harry and Ron turned to see him fall, but Hermione and Bill were in a whole other world.

It was like in slow motion as Hermione realized that it really was William in front of her. The fact he was Bill Weasley, Ron's older brother, and fellow part of the magical world didn't really register. All she knew was that last night had been one of the best of her life, and had led to the best dreams of her life. Not getting William's last name or a way to contact him was a huge mistake, and she blamed it all on Xander and Spike. Now it looked like she wouldn't have to kill the two.

Bill was thinking the same thing. He forgot that he was here to tutor Hermione Granger, his little brother's best friend. All he saw was the goddess before him that had made his first night in LA one to remember. The Hermione Mione connection hadn't hit him yet.

Like a magnet, the two were pulled together. Hermione, ignoring her common sense right now that told her that her best friends and 'uncle' were in the room, ran to him. He caught her as she wrapped her legs around him, then their lips met in a searing kiss.

"Yeah, I'd say they know each other, Ron." Harry was just as shocked, but he couldn't help but answer his red headed friend.

Sirius meanwhile was trying to calm the werewolf, who was still in a body bind. It wasn't that he didn't trust his, usually, even tempered friend; it was just, okay, so he didn't trust him. "Uh, Remus, I know I said the chances were very low, but apparently you were right. But uh, if I let you castrate Bill, Molly will kill the both of us for ruining her chances of grandchildren. Not that he and Hermione will be having kids, but uh, I'm just gonna leave you there until you rationally think this over. It's not like the two are all over each other…"

The werewolf on the ground grunted. Sirius, taking this as a clue, turned around. He refaced his frozen friend. "Okay, maybe they are all over each other. Um, yeah, I'm just going to leave you here." Then he moved a chair in front of his friend's face to block the view.

"Harry, why is my eldest brother making out with my best friend?" Ron's voice had reached the point where it was high and squeaky, signaling panic.

Harry shook his head. "I don't know Ron." Then he discretely pulled out his wand, just in case.

Hermione and William, meanwhile, finally separated. Hermione didn't move out of his arms though. "I thought I'd never see you again." She looked up into his blue eyes.

William gave her a smile. "I know the feeling. When you left all I wanted to do was kill the guys who took you away."

Hermione grinned. "I nearly did. But, I went back, you weren't there."

William 'Bill' sighed. "I figured there was no reason to stay, so I went to the bathroom and apparated back to the hotel."

Hermione leaned her forehead against his. "That makes a lot more sense now. You left something though."

"I did?"

"Yeah, a purple, velvet bag. Suddenly the contents make so much more sense." She touched his ear. "The fang earring. Dragon I presume?"

Bill nodded. "Yeah, Charlie got it for me. I'd wondered where that had gone."

"I can't believe you're a wizard."

"I know; the odds of you just happening to be a witch are a million to one. But I'm happy it happened, happy we found each other again."

The two just stared into each other's eyes; until a cough disturbed their gazes and brought them back to reality. "Uh, Hermione, Bill, explanations would be good, any time really." Sirius gestured to the shell shocked Ron and Harry.

Hermione's face flushed. "Oh Merlin." Bill set her back down on the ground, but held her close to him. "Uh, Ron, Harry, Sirius, Remu-where's Remus?"

A grunt sounded and caused Hermione to look over where his body laid. "REMUS!" She ran to him and looked up to Sirius. "Why did you do this?"

Sirius sighed. "Because if I didn't then Billy boy was about to lose all chances of having children. Seems werewolf senses caused Moony to realize who you're 'model' and Bill's 'goddess' were last night. He just got it figured out a few seconds before you did."

Hermione flushed and stood back up. "Oh." She walked back to Bill. He turned her around and placed his strong arms around her protectively. He'd already lost her once and he wasn't going to again. "Okay, so, explanations, I can do those."

"Well? Before Ron turns permanently red and Remus has an apoloxy."

"Um, Mione and I met last night, at a club. We danced, uh, danced some more, than two goons came and dragged her off."

Sirius became concerned. "Do you mean she was taken forcefully? Because if you do it was good you were there to protect her."

Hermione sighed. "No, they thought they were protecting me. The two 'goons' were Xander and Spike, who I met through Angel here at the law firm. They were okay in my book, until they dragged me off claiming Cinderella."

"That still doesn't explain why five seconds ago you, my best bookworm friend, were lip locked with my eldest brother." Ron had calmed down enough to speak, but Harry was watching his left eye twitch in concern. He grabbed on tighter to his wand.

"Well Ron, we just clicked, it's hard to explain-did you say eldest brother?" She froze in William's arms.

"Bookworm?" Bill's eyes looked down to the girl in his arms having a hard time believing she was a bookworm like "Ron's best…friend?" His voice cracked embarrassingly giving him a flashback to puberty.

Harry, Sirius, Ron, and even Remus on the floor were staring at them in disbelief, though Remus hadn't really any choice. "You didn't know?" Harry's voice was both shocked and amused.

"Okay, let's try this introduction thing again. Hermione Granger, meet Bill Weasley; your tutor. Bill Weasley, or should I say William, meet Hermione Granger; your tutee, smartest witch in all of Hogwarts, and your little brother's best friend since they were eleven." Sirius, as usual, found humor in the situation and was enjoying watching the two sweat. He'd walked up to them, pulled them apart, and helped them shake hands. "I believe you've already met."

The two, whom five seconds earlier hadn't wanted to let each other out of their sights, were now staring at each other like they were strangers. Both looking like they were experiencing heart failure.

"How the bloody hell didn't you know each other. Mione? William? Long red hair, bushy, okay it's not so bushy anymore, but brown hair? You've met before!" Harry placed a grip on his friend's shoulder. He was wondering the same thing.

Hermione's mouth opened and closed like a fish. "Well, it was dark, and William's a common name…"

"Red hair!"

"We're not in England or even the wizarding world anymore! Red hair doesn't automatically equal Weasley here! Beside, I knew of a Bill Weasley, who yes, I'd met, three years ago. He looks a lot different. And why am I explaining myself to you?"

Ron's open mouth snapped shut. "So I don't rip him limb from limb. Bill, why don't you tell me why you, a much older, experienced wizard, couldn't tell that the girl you were groping was your charge, who you should've been protecting." His voice was low and dangerous. He muttered something out of the corner of his mouth to Harry, who nodded fiercely. Sirius heard it and smothered a snort. "Remind me to thank those 'goons'."

Bill looked at his youngest brother, who wasn't so little anymore. He was also fiercely overprotective of his best friend. "As she said, it was three years ago. I didn't exactly relate the bushy haired girl I barely saw three years ago, pre puberty, to this goddess dancing in a club. I don't think even you would've recognized her, and you've known her for seven years! And what do you mean older?"

"Compared to Hermione you're older, too old."

"Ron, I'm six years older then her, that's not a big difference, especially in the magical world."

"That's still too old! And don't forget, we're in the muggle world."

Hermione decided she'd let this go on long enough. "Ron, I'm seventeen, legal, therefore I'll make my own decisions on who I date. Just be glad I'm not seeing Sirius."

"Merlin, don't joke like that!" Harry shivered at the thought and Sirius looked almost offended. But Hermione and Ron were in one of their famous fights and didn't notice; nothing would interfere. Now they were at the stare off. Both had frightening expressions and Harry knew that this was a battle of wills. Normally Hermione won, and looking at her face Harry knew why, but when Ron was being overprotective, as he usually was, his glare was right up there with hers.

Sirius and Bill, not ever having witnessed an event like this before, watched intently. Both were smart enough not to interrupt. Meanwhile, Remus had finally gotten out of his body bind. He'd heard everything that went on, had calmed down quite a bit, and had looked at things rationally; he still wanted to hurt Bill Weasley. He walked up to the red head calmly. "Bill, can I have a moment of your time." It was a request, not a question.

Bill saw the fury in the werewolf's eyes and nodded, suddenly terrified. Sirius hadn't turned away from the dueling duo and didn't see his friend had escaped.

Bill gulped and followed Remus to the other side of the room. He'd heard how close Hermione and Remus were, she was all the werewolf could talk about, his brilliant 'niece'. As soon as they stopped, he'd cracked. "I swear I didn't know it was Hermione. You have to admit she looks loads different, even different from the pictures you carry! I just thought she was a girl from a club and then we were dancing and I was having a great time…"

"I believe you. However, now you know. What are you going to do?" Remus' voice was calm and rational. It scared Bill even more.

"Uh, I don't know." Remus' eyes narrowed, but Bill was talking about the girl who, moments ago, he'd never wanted to let go. "No, I know its Hermione, and while that brings on a huge set of problems, it's between us. I figure we'll talk, then decide what to do. I kind of really like her Remus, but I'll admit a part of me is as freaked out as Ron is. But we need to talk, alone, and figure it out ourselves. Whether we decide to stay friends, or become more, its our decision and you'll have to accept that."

Remus listened to the young man's words. He was a man of logic, of sense, the rational one. At the moment he hated that fact. Sometimes he wished he could be immature like Sirius, but that wasn't an option. What Bill said was the truth, and he knew that if he tried to interfere in her life, she'd be mad. Therefore he sighed, and nodded. "All right, but if she's hurt in anyway, you'll feel it ten times worse. I promise." Then the werewolf left to deal with his 'friend.' You didn't body bind someone, especially a Marauder and expect to get away with it.

Bill followed Remus and getting back to the confrontation between Ron and Hermine, he was surprised to see the outcome. Hermione was hugging his brother. Seeing Bill, Ron released her and walked over to his eldest brother, a fierce look on his face. "You hurt her, you die."

"I'll second that." Harry was behind Ron and Bill could see the power of the boy-who-lived.

Looking up, he saw Hermione's eyes, her beautiful eyes full of emotion. He looked back to the boys and nodded. "If I hurt her I'll help you." And the three came to an understanding. Sighing, he walked over to the cause of this mess, their mess. "Hi."

Hermione sighed. "Hi."

"We're going to have to talk you know, I mean…"

"I know. Can we save it for later?" She was emotionally drained at the moment, and didn't think things could get any worse.

Seeing this, Bill pulled her into a hug. "That's really not a problem." Then together they turned and saw why Ron and Harry were laughing.

Remus stood over Sirius, looking calm and cool, not at all like he'd just cursed his friend to be itchy all over, then placed him in a body bind so he couldn't scratch. He looked up at the couple, an odd expression on his face. "Well then, shall we get down to business?"

But before he could answer the door opened and seeing who it was, Hermione groaned, loudly. Apparently they could. "What do you want Harmony?"

The blond, smiled, trying to look coy; it wasn't working. "Oh, I just came to see how you were doing. After all, can't a cousin be concerned? Oh, hello, I'm Harmony Kendall, Hermione's cousin." She smiled at him.

Bill just barely managed to mask his surprise. Instead he pulled Hermione closer and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Hello, pleasure to meet the family of this wonderful woman." He stuck out his hand. In the background, he could just picture and hear his brother and Harry's expressions and thoughts at Harmony Kendall being related to Hermione. He was right there with them.

Harmony's face fell, and she sent a scowl at Hermione before turning back to Bill, her expression still fake but less friendly then before. "You wouldn't happen to have any brothers, would you?" Hermione's snort of laughter was the only response.