"I know, I know," Harry was whispering into the phone, "Tell Gammy I'm sorry. Mum what do you want me to say? She's making me work the weekend. No, I'm not… no, listen. I've worked to hard for this position…"

Hermione walks out of her office and toward his desk.

"…..I'm sure dad is pissed," her whispered, "but we take all are submissions very seriously here and we'll get back to you as soon as we can." He tried to brush off as Hermione walked up to the desk. But there was no lying to her.

"Was that your family?" she asked

Damn "Yes." He sighed

"Did they tell you to quite?" She asked him.

"Everyday single day." He gritted through his teeth. The phone rang at he picked it up. "Ms. Granger's office… yay, okay," he hung up, "Borgan and Moneta want you upstairs."

"Ugh. Fine, come get me in ten minutes, we have a lot to do." And she left.

"Okay." He stared at her retreating back glaring.

Hermione went inside the elevator up to the top. "Good morning, Ms. Granger." The desk assistant chirped. Hermione ignored her and walked into her bosses' office.

"Hello Jack, Edwin." She walked in.

"Hello, Hermione. Congratulations on the BBC thing." Jack Borgan said.

"Yes thank you. This isn't about my second raise is it?" She smiled.

"No, Hermione do you remember when you couldn't go to France for that book fair because your visa application was being processed"

"Yes I do." She said with a quick nod.

"But you still went to France."

"Yes I did. We were going to lose Framings to the Macks. So I really didn't have a choice did I?"

"We apparently the government doesn't care if we give up Framings or not." Borgan leaned into the seat.

"We spoke to your immigration attorney" Edwin said.

"So what everything's good? Everything fine?"

"Hermione your visa applicant has been denied." Hermione stuttered, "And that you are being deported." Borgan read, "And there was some paper work that you didn't fill out on time."

"Come on." Hermione said shocked, "It's not like I'm even a real immigrant. I'm just over the ocean. There has to be something we can do."

"Well we can reapply but unfortunately you have to leave the country for at least a year."

Hermione's eyes widened, "Well that's okay. That's fine. I can manage everything from New York with video conferences and um internet…"

"Hermione if you deported you can't work for a London company. Till this is all over I'm going to have to turn everything to Dean Thomas."

"Dean Thomas? The guy I just fired? You cannot do this I beg of you."

Borgan cut her off, "Hermione we are desperate to have you stay. If there is any way at all that we can make this work, we'd be doing it."

There was a knock on the door and Harry entered. "Sorry to interrupt"

"What, what." Hermione sighed turn to see her assistant.

"Mary is on the line. She's on hold. But I told you were otherwise engaged so…" He pointed out the door.

Hermione looked at Harry. She just had the best idea that would save her ass from being deported.

"Um…um, come here." She whispered to Harry as he stood there confused. "Gentlemen, I understand the situation but I think there something you should know." She went to stand next to Harry.

"We are getting married. Were getting married." She patter Harry's chest.

"Who is getting married." Harry whispered confused.

"You and I are getting married."

Harry was dazed as he listened to her. Edwin looked unconvinced.

"Isn't he your secretary?"

"Executive special assistant." She corrected, "But it wouldn't be the first time would it Edwin. Remember with Mandy." Borgan looked amused.

"The truth is that me and Harry we two people who weren't met to be but we fell in love." Hermione said.

Harry was shaking his head. "No."

"Yup all those late night stays, weekend book fairs. Something happened."

"Yay, something happened." Harry said continuing to shake his head.

"We tried to fight it but we just can't fight a love like ours." She put a arm around Harry but quickly let go, "So is this okay? 'Cause where happy. So happy…"

"Hermione that's terrific just make it legal." Borgan pointer to his finger.

"Of course. Well that means we have to get our self's to the immigration office so we can settle this out. Thank you gentlemen." She said as you pushed Harry out. She left the men still unconvinced and confused.

On all the computers a window popped up saying " Hermione and Harry are getting married!"

They both walked down to there office. Hermione seeming unfazed by the sudden noise. Harry looked around to see the disapproving looks some where giving him. "You serious? Her?" Ron mouthed as he passed.

He walked into her office and shut the door behind him. Hermione was at her desk continuing her work as if nothing had happened. Harry was still trying to wrap his head around the information.

"What?" Hermione said looking up from her papers.

"I don't understand what happening." Harry said, "Please explain."

"They were going to make Dean chief."

"So naturally I would have to marry you?"

"What's the problem, you think you were saving your self for someone special?" Hermione mocked.

"I'd like to think so. Besides its illegal."

"There looking for terrorist not for book publishers." She breathed.

"Hermione, I am not going to marry you."

"Sure you are. Because if you don't you dream to touching the lives of people with a written word are crushed." Harry just stood there with his mouth open.

"Dean is going to fire you the moment I'm gone. That means you're on the street looking for a job. That means all the time we spent, all the latté runs, all the midnight tampax runs were for nothing. And all your dreams of being an editor are gone. Don't worry in six months will get a quickie divorce and be over it. But for now your wagon is hitched to mine." The phone rang and she pointed out the door. Harry just stood the realization hitting his face.

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