"Where is she?"

Harry frowned at the hologram coming from Kingsley's wand. It was a map of the world, and it was currently tracking Hermione's newly enacted Trace. Fred was also waiting for the red spot, that Kingsley said would show up when Hermione's location became apparent, to show up.

"Harry, you must be patient. This can sometimes take hours, but luckily for you, my wand is warming up, so she is close," Kingsley said, hopefully.

Harry nodded. Fred looked away from the hologram and said to Kingsley, "can one of us start Garcia's Trace?"

Kingsley thought on it. "Yes. But I can only authorise Harry to do so. He is a qualified Auror. Sorry Fred."

"It's all good. If it's Harry doing it, I'm okay with that. As long as I get my go at Garcia."

Harry grabbed his wand and Paulo's file, and begun the process.

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Hermione frowned as Paulo advanced on her.

"Don't you have a wife and children at home?" She asked, as he was getting on her nerves.

Paulo stopped walking, and glared at her. "Child, you mean. And it does--"

"Ahh. So there is a child," Hermione interrupted.

"--Not matter!" Paulo continued, angrily, as he had heard what she said.

Hermione snickered. "Well, it might not matter to you, but to your wife and child it might matter that you're dating and sleeping with other women," Hermione said.

Paulo raised an eyebrow. "Sleeping with other women? Well I haven't slept with you yet, so that bridge hasn't been crossed."

Hermione's eyes narrowed. "On our date you gave your phone number to several other women. I highly doubt you wouldn't have taken those other women on dates."

Paulo raised his eyebrows. "How do you know I wasn't doing deals with them for my company?"

"Because you flirted with them relentlessly," Hermione said, with an air of confidence.

"Ah well, you have me on that one. Okay, so maybe I slept with a few of them, but none were enough to ease my sexual desire," Paulo rushed out.

Hermione stared at him, calculating him. She then frowned. "Your parents would be very disappointed with what you've become, you imbecile."

"I wouldn't know. Nor would I care. They are dead. Killed by the Dark Lord himself," Paulo said, with no emotion.

"I'm sorry. I didn't --" Hermione's eyes widened, as she finished her sentence in a whisper. "--know."

Paulo's chest had started to glow. She didn't want to tell him, because he would freak out and possibly blame her. Hermione swept her face of shock, and put no emotion on her face again.

"Why'd you whisper the end of your sentence?" Paulo asked, continuing his slow stalking towards her.

"Er... because I felt like it. I have rights too, you know," Hermione said, defensively.

"Oh-kay," Paulo said. "You know, it's lucky we're overage, so we have no Trace. So your little friends won't be able to find us."

Something in Hermione's head clicked into place. The chest glowing. Someone had re-activated their Traces'. She was going to be saved.

"Why am I glowing?" Paulo asked. Hermione had been so wrapped in her thoughts, she hadn't noticed Paulo looking at himself in hand held mirror. Hermione rasied her head slowly, frowning to make it look as if this was new to her.

"I don't know, but your really always glowing," Hermione said, in a low voice.

"Go on," said Paulo, monentarily distracted.

"I mean, the reason I was dating you was because you were so devilishly handsome," Hermione continued.

Paulo smirked. "Of course."

"You're smart too," Hermione added.

Paulo walked to her, started to straddle her with his legs. He bent down so their lips were millimeters apart. "You know you want it."

Hermione gagged. In her head though. His breath smelt like fish and garlic. Hermione was not a fan of the combination. On the outside, she tried her very best to look pleased. "Oh, yes. I know I do."

Paulo crashed his lips against hers, unceremoniously. He slipped his tongue out, and tried to get it in between her lips. Hermione forced her lips open, loosing any self-respect she had for herself. His tongue flopped around in her mouth, like a dead fish. Hermione scrunched her face up in disgust. Even sober he kissed worse than a sloppy drunk.

Paulo pulled back and carressed her face. Hermione stiffened.

"My my Hermione. I am going to have fun with you..."

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"There! Hermione is there," Fred exclaimed.

"She is near the Giants Causeway in Northern Ireland," Kingsley noted.

"And Garcia is also near the Giants Causeway," Harry stated.

"Alright. Let's go then," Ginny said.

"Woah there. We can't go without being prepared," Kingsley said.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "I fought Lord Voldemort, and half the time I had no idea what I was doing."

Kingsley frowned. "You are always going to use that one on me when I insist on doing something."

"Yes. Yes I am," Harry agreed.

Fred laughed. Ginny stood shaking her head at her soon-to-be husband.

"Okay. Let's go," Harry said, grinning, as he left the room.

Kingsley shook his head but followed after him anyway. Ginny and Fred followed.

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Hey Lovelies!

I hope everyone is well. Sorry for the wait. School, as you would all know, requires a lot of attention. Sort of like my over energetic (and if we are being honest, annoying, as well) little sister.

I also bumped up the rating on this story to M, just in case. I'm sorry if this story isn't what you thought it was. If you would like to chat, please PM me.

Love,

HermioneSmexyBeast xx