Chapter 8
The sunshine came through the blinds and left rays of light across his face. He looked so peaceful as he slept. His broad chest moving up and down with his rhythmic breathing, his dark hair hung in his face. Hermione reached out and with her slender fingers brushed the hair from his face.
She was back with her childhood crush, and adult lover Michael Desmond. She and Michael joyfully announced their engagement in a Muggle newspaper and they spent the day fielding calls from various relatives who had seen the Happy Ad.
The phone was ringing and she couldn't remember where Michael had put it. So she looked around the first floor of her house and summoned her phone.
"Accio ringing phone" she said clearly, waving her wand, and the phone zoomed out from under a pile of laundry. Why it was there was a complete mystery.
"Hello?" Hermione asked answering the phone.
"Is Hermione Granger there?"
"Speaking."
"It's Aunt Francie," the woman said anxiously. "Congratulations sweetie… no Johnny, NO!" she shrieked to her young son . "Hermione, I've got to call you back." Aunt Francie said and Hermione heard a sharp click and a dial tone. As a single mother to two young sons, Aunt Francie had very few phone conversations or moments to herself. Hermione executed a very good banishing charm and sent the receiver of the phone to nestle in its cradle.
"Hermione?" Michael asked. He had finally woken up "What was that?"
"A banishing charm, and a damn good one, I might add." She smiled, tucking her wand away.
"Hermione, magic kind of freaks me out, so I'd prefer it you didn't do it in the house."
"Michael, this is my house." Hermione said, casually. "I'll do magic whenever the hell I want."
Michael shrugged then went off to the bathroom to take a shower. Hermione was conjuring some of the laundry to hang itself up. Very handy, Hermione didn't miss the Muggle way of doing laundry. Not one bit.
Hermione went out of the room, instantly forgetting as she left the room that clothes were standing and moving of their own accord and neatly folding themselves once they got to the wardrobe. Michael's scream reminded her.
"Oops."
"HERMIONE!" He bellowed as he ran down the stairs, an army of clothes coming after him.
"FIX THIS!"
"Oops." She took out her wand and made a stabbing motion as though popping a balloon and the clothes flopped to the floor, lifeless.
"What was that?" He asked.
"Laundry, next time don't touch them, they don't like that."
"Hermione, it was a shirt that was moving and nothing was moving it!"
"Mikey, magic was moving it. Pancakes?" she said abruptly changing the topic.
"Sure." He sat at a barstool and watched as Hermione methodically added ingredients to the batter.
"Blueberries, blueberries." She chanted to herself. And then to Michael's shock, the freezer door popped open and a bag of blueberries floated out, bobbing in the air. Hermione caught them and sliced open the bag at the top to add them.
"Hermione, I bet you couldn't go one day without magic." Michael dared.
"Nope, I probably couldn't." Hermione replied, not even looking at Michael.
"You should try, accept my challenge I mean."
Hermione looked up from her pancakes on the griddle, "the stakes?"
"If you lose, no magic around the house."
"If I win. I have free reign with household magic. I can do it whenever and for whatever I feel like it."
"I have to go to work." Hermione said. She stood up and apparated to work.
Carrie Worley had shown her the ropes of Hermione's new gig yesterday. Hermione was in charge of assigning shifts, doing the budget reports for the hospital, and hiring new people. Essentially she did very little healing. She controlled the healing. Hermione was in a very important position and she would still interact with patients (sometimes). She was also in charge of hiring the Trainee Healers.
She went to her new office, formerly Carrie Worley's. A shining silver plate had been attached to the door. Hermione Granger had been carved in; she touched it hesitantly as though expecting it to disappear at her touch. She grasped the door handle and felt the knob move beneath her hand. The office was stripped of all personal effects. All that remained in the office was a desk, a ratty old spinning chair and a large unattractive gray filing cabinet.
Hermione was wondering what to put in the office when her cell phone buzzed annoyingly against her leg.
"Hermione." She said as she answered the phone.
"Hermione, it's mum." Jennifer said into the phone. Causing Hermione to think I know who you are, mum.
"Hi mum." Hermione chirped.
"How's the job?"
"Oh, it's ok, I haven't done anything yet." She looked around the office bored, her eyes flicked upon a manila folder labeled in loopy cursive For Hermione. "Mum, I gotta go. Call you back."
Hermione flipped open the folder and found a written note from Carrie.
Hermione, good luck on your first day, I've finished the December Budget Report. In the 2nd drawer of the filing cabinet are some applications for some new healers. We have only enough room in the budget to afford two new healers and a member of the Maintenance staff. Also work essentials that you purchase can be reimbursed. Remember the criteria is that only things that are required by the hospital to make you work better.
Sincerely, Carrie Anne Worley.
Hermione went over to the cabinet and dug out the 2nd drawer. She grabbed a bundle of parchment applications, she sat on the desk and looked through the applications. Most of the applicants weren't up to chalk. She had in her hands a pile of worthless parchment.
Hermione decided that she needed to get some new furniture and make things more inviting. She transfigured her hideous office chair into a large and lovely leather chair office chair that resembled the one at her parent's dental practice. The desk while not beautiful, held some potential, she transfigured the desk into an oak desk with smooth drawers and slick silver colored handles. She nodded her approval at the desk. Then began seriously working.
After finishing the applications, she decided to take a round through the floors. Talk to her employees. She spent the rest of the day doing that and then apparated home, where she collapsed in her bed fully dressed
She was spending a ton of time planning her wedding to Michael. Hermione would spend hours sitting with her mother, his mother and Michael away at University communicating with them by text messaging. They scheduled the wedding for the Spring, after final exams, when Michael would have a few weeks off until the next semester.
June 15th was going to be the day of her wedding. They had booked a church, a reception hall and were looking for a catering company. Hermione was just beginning to think about her wedding dress, she hadn't decided on many details yet. But she did want the main colors to be a light blue and gray. She, Ginny, Emily and her cousin Alexandria were going dress shopping tomorrow, then going to eat lunch. Hermione was looking forward to it. It was going to be fun.
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"So did you do good on the no-magic thing?" Michael asked, a few days after the bet had been made.
"I did fine. It was great. I needed magic for work, but no household magic here." Hermione said, lowering her book. She was lying, she hated every moment of consciously not using magic for things she had used for years. She smiled brilliantly and dog-eared a page before putting the book down. They made their way to the bedroom where she and Michael made love. Hermione couldn't help thinking of a red-haired man, but as Michael worked his best move on her, the face slid from her mind and all she could do was gasp and moan in pleasure.
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Author's Notes:
-I think that the head healer will be something like a Chief of Medicine in a regular hospital. (i.e. Bob Kelso in Scrubs)
-Trainee Healers are like Interns (J.D., Turk, Elliot season 1 & 2. Scrubs)
-Scrubs is on now so that is where I got my inspiration. hehehehe
-Please Review. I love that people like my story. I'm mostly grown-up so I can handle some constructive criticism. But don't be rude. That's just rude
-This is the first ficcy I've really stuck with.
- much love to my beta TheCountess6680!!
- i have a new ficcy in my head. its posted under Simple Rules and i would really appreciate your honest opinions, its a 2nd gen HP. (soo it is HP 7 compliant) thank you very much :) 3 brooke-ella1790