(A/N: I am BURNING through these ideas! It's an awesome exercise and the sweet reviews are so inspirational. This one was from a Guest, a PA!Harry and Actress!Hermione AU. It has two parts, also. This is mostly the short little set up scene.

Also, some people have been complaining about Harry's character being too much like Malfoy. I point you to the summary- AU DRABBLES, WITH DARK!/GREY!Slytherin!Harry. I say no more.)

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"Rupert," Hermione simpered tearfully, cradling the bloodspattered body of the handsome young teenager in her arms as the rain pounded down on them. "Rupert, c-come on, you...you can't do this to me. Y-you SWORE we would make it through this together...just l-listen to my voice..."

"AAAND...CUT!"

The rain stopped as someone hit the switch on the sprinklers overhead, and the still body in her arms grinned and sat up. "That was a great scene," the previously dead 'Rupert' said, helping Hermione to her feet as the scene hands scurried onto the set to reset the lighting. Hermione nodded in agreement. "I know, I felt it. We shouldn't have to do it anymore, after that."

"Take five, everybody!" the director shouted through his megaphone. They headed over to their chairs. Rupert (who's real name was Ron) was still chattering, but Hermione instantly tuned him out as she saw her PA standing by her station holding a cup from Starbucks and wearing a complacent smirk, and she felt her heart flutter in her chest.

"So, er, I was thinking we could maybe catch a meal after the shoot-"

There were a few extra perks that went along with doing this Teen Zombie movie for the young British actress, the least of which having the snarky and attractive Harry Potter as her Personal Assistant. She could always count on him for a stimulating conversation and an honest viewpoint.

"Mm-hm, y-yeah Ronald," she mumbled distractedly, walking away from him without a backwards glance.

As she grew closer, Harry's smirk grew, and he handed her a towel. "That was so very emotional," he said. Hermione rolled her eyes and accepted the towel, rubbing it through her sopping brown curls. "Were you moved to tears?"

"Oh, sure. Real and imaginary. Poor Rupert." he said, pressing a hand to his chest with laughter dancing in his jade eyes. She blushed despite herself and rolled her eyes, lounging back in her chair. He handed her the coffee, and she took a sip, but blinked at the flavour on the lid. "Did you...did you drink some of this?!"

"Not at all."

She narrowed teasing eyes at him and took another sip, lingering at the taste of a foreign mouth on the cardboard. "You did!"

"Until you can prove that, I'm still saying no," he grinned.

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IMPORTANT! I'm going to start putting spoiler notices on some of these chapters because the themes/situations might appear later in my other HarMione story Conundrum. If you're a reader of that story and you'd rather your idea appear in a chapter in Conundrum or any Conundrum sequels instead of here, please PM or Review and me know!