Hermione\'s fun

A/N * I don\'t own these characters. I just like to play with them.*

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Hermoine Granger strode down Diagon Alley silently, her black cloak flapping against her legs. She was late and none too happy about it.

“Damn it all anyway.” she muttered to herself. “When I get my hands on him, I’ll.....” Of course that was exactly why she was running late, she spent most of the morning dreaming about what she would do to him when she finally got her hands around him.

Turning the corner, she slowed as she approached the door. It was an imposing number. Dark oak and old, it spoke of the passage of time. Like many in the street, it harbored secrets and stories behind. She paused to caress it. Feeling foolish she pushed it open and walked through, he was waiting for her.


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The inside of the shop looked unlike any other. The shelves were full of the most unimaginable gadgets known to wizardry. Behind the counter, Fred Wealsey spoke to a 6th year, trying to explain the complexities of the lastest Wealsey inovation, Hermoine shook her head laughing. George poked his head out from behind a row of shelves, “ Hey, he’s waiting. Best hurry up there, pokey ”

Hermoine blushed and ducked her head. She followed the well worn path past the till and behind, up on to a rickety flight of stairs. Huffing slightly, she topped the staircase and paused, taking a deep breath before continuing down the hall. The second door to the right was slightly ajar. She pushed it open and slipped through, closing it softly behind her.

Gorgeous green eyes sparkled from the bed. “‘Bout time, little girl.”

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Hermoine thrust her chin up and walked slowly to the bed. She tried to look worldly wise and seductive but knew by the twinkle in his eyes that she was failing miserabley. She hated to fail. In fact had never failed anything to this date and decided then and there not to let him best her in a game of nerves. Unfortunately he started laughing at her and effectively ruined the image she was trying to maintain of sophisticated elegance.

“Dammit Charlie ” Hermoine sputtered, “ I didn’t come all this way to be mocked by the likes of you ”