THE PHOENIX

Chapter Sixteen


Hermione sat in the Great Hall with Draco and Harry sitting on the table behind her on either side. Ginny, Lavender, Ron, Seamus, and Blaise sat talking to themselves as they waited for Glen. Sirius, Remus, Snape, and McGonagall were also there, but sat in the background.

At the sound of the door of the Hall opening, Hermione stood up to meet Glen and a tall blond haired woman dressed in jeans and a black turtleneck. “Hermione, I would like you to meet Alex,” Glen said doing the introduction.

Alex held out her hand, smiling warmly. “Hermione, so glad to meet you. I must say you are even more beautiful than your Phoenix persona,” she said looking Hermione up and down, holding her hand a bit longer than needed.

“Thank you Alex,” she replied smiling as her hand was finally let go.

Harry leaned over to Draco, “I think you got a bit of competition there Malfoy,” he said quietly. Draco smirked back at him also seeing the look Alex bestowed on his girlfriend.

Hermione made the introductions to the students and the professors and took the seat between Harry and Draco. Alex set up parchment and her quill to take the notes themselves and sat across from the group.

“So, Hermione. Glad you agreed to do this interview. I believe it’s your first one?” Alex asked her brow raised.

“Yes, it is.”

“How does it feel to have your pictures pinned up all over the country?”

Hermione laughed. “Are they?” Alex nodded. “I never really thought about it. That photo shoot was just something that happened. My main focus was, and is, on the racing.”

“Do you have a picture pinned up?” Draco piped up smirking to Alex.

Alex laughed, “I’ll never tell,” she said smirking. "So, the big question is probably, why the whole Phoenix persona in the first place and the change of appearance?”

“Well, the Phoenix name was given to me on the racing circuit. My bike and helmet had the phoenix painted on the sides, after that it just kind of took off from there,” Hermione said smiling. “As for the change of appearance, it was only a simple glamour charm on my hair for the first shoot. I didn’t really want to be easily recognized.”

“And the tattoo?” Alex asked.

“It was designed specifically for me by a friend of mine, one of a kind.”

“Your first shoot was for a muggle magazine, why?”

“A friend of Sirius’s, who happens to be a muggle, was at a race that I participated in and approached me to model. I agreed,” Hermione replied, shrugging her one shoulder. “Some of these races I enter are mixed. With Voldemort gone, a lot more wizarding folk are socializing with muggles.

“You are muggle born yourself?” Alex asked.

“Yes. Both my father and mother are muggles. My grandmother was a witch,” Hermione replied.

“Really? I didn’t know that?” Draco said surprised.

Hermione placed her arm on his leg. “Not a lot of people knew about that.”

Alex saw the gesture between Hermione and Draco and sighed regretfully. “So, who is the mystery black haired man in the photo shoot?”

Hermione looked to her other side at Harry, “one of my best friends, Harry Potter.”

“‘The’ Harry Potter?” Alex asked. “Were you a couple during the shoot?”

“Yes. But we’ve gone our separate ways,” Hermione said smiling as Harry put his hand on her shoulder, giving it light squeeze.

“I’ve seen some of the new photos and they are quite hot. Who is the blonde guy lucky enough to sit with you?” Alex asked as she looked to Draco recognizing him from the photos.

Hermione also looked to Draco. “Draco Malfoy.....my boyfriend.”

“How long have you known each other?”

“About seven years. We’ve only been together for about a month now though.”

“Is it serious?”

Hermione smirked, “next question,” she said, not really knowing the answer to that one.

“Do you plan on doing any more modeling in the future?”

“Some maybe,” she replied shrugging her shoulders. “It’s not the main thing in my life. The racing comes first.....next, of course, to finishing here at Hogwarts first,” she grinned.

“And I heard tell that you are Head Girl here this year along with Draco here. Beauty and brains. What classes do you find the most fascinating here at Hogwarts?”

“Well, I think potions is the most fascinating then transfiguration....and no it’s not because those two particular professors are sitting here. Those are the classes that challenge me the most.”

“Along with your Head Girl duties, I hear you are also chaser for the Gryffindor quidditch team. Where do you find time to keep your studies up?”

“I make the time. My school studies are very important to me.”

The group around her were giggling, “and doing the work a month ahead of time,” Ron snickered.

Alex looked to Ron, “has Hermione always been like that?”

“Yes. She’s always had her nose in a book. Would always be nagging me and Harry to do our work. She had ‘Hogwarts a History’ memorized before she even stepped foot in the school in our first year,” Ron said grinning, “but she's always been there for anyone that needed her help or just someone to talk to. She’s a great friend.”

Hermione got up and hugged Ron tight. “Thanks Ron,” she said smiling then kissed his cheek before sitting back down. She looked to Alex who watched the touching hug. “That would be Ron Weasley. The Weasleys have been like a second family to me. I have been blessed with many friendships in the students and professors here,” she said smiling.

“What do your parents think of all this?” Alex asked.

“The bikes, they didn’t care too much about at first. Then they saw I take every precaution and always have healers close by in case something happens.”

“And the magazines?”

“They gave me their full approval on that. It’s not as if I’m spreading myself before the camera. I find the pictures are done quite tastefully.”

“Do you enhance your bike or your ability to race by magic at all?”

“No. Definitely not. The bikes and riders are checked before the races for any signs of magic. In most races, it is strictly prohibited.”

“Okay, Hermione, just a few more questions for the bio for your next shoot,” Alex said as she checked her notes. “Age?”

“Seventeen.”

“Birthday?”

“September 19.”

“Measurements?” Alex asked smiling as the boys leaned forward, making sure they could hear.

“34C-25-33.”

“Likes?”

“My motorcycles, books, fantastic sex and getting a ‘rise’ out of my boyfriend,” she replied looked up at Draco. “Sometimes not necessarily in that order.”

Alex grinned at Draco. “Lucky you,” she commented. “Dislikes?”

“Power hungry people, fighting when it’s not necessary,” Hermione replied thinking about a certain Slytherin.

“Your future plans?”

“I was planning on racing for the next couple of years while getting my masters in Potions to become a professor,” Hermione said grinning at the surprised look on Snape’s face.

Alex stood up and put her notes and quill in her over sized bag. “Thank you Hermione. I enjoyed talking with you and your friends,” she said holding out her hand.

Hermione had stood up also when Alex did. “Thank you Alex, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”

“Good. Now I believe Glen wants you to go to the shoot a bit earlier to pick out the photos from earlier this week,” Alex said smiling. “Thanks again Hermione,” she said then left waving to the rest of the group went through the doors.


Hermione and Draco made their way to the classroom on the sixth floor. Glen was already there getting the props ready and the lighting adjusted. Hermione had already magiced her bikes up and restored them to proper size for the house elves, who had volunteered to polish them up for her.

“Wow.....Glen, this looks great,” Hermione exclaimed. The whole side of the large classroom was transformed into a tropical oasis. There was a waterfall that went into a small pool with rich foliage surrounding the edges, with trees on the outskirts. The floor was transfigured to look like a forest floor, complete with grass and flowers. Her three bikes were set up in front of the whole layout where the sunlight from the large window gave the room most of the lighting that would be needed.

Glen stood beside them and looked around the room, “yeah, it looks great. Professor Flitwick and myself worked on this,” he said smiling. “Now, why don’t we have a seat so you can pick through the other pictures, then we’ll start on the new set.”

Hermione sat at the large desk and picked up the stack of pictures, going through them one at a time to lay them flat on the desk. The pictures all moved in their separate frames. “How many are there?” Hermione said laughing.

“About 150. It was really easy to shoot,” Glen said, then pointed out the ones he liked. “I need to go down to talk to Alex for a bit. Why don’t you choose while I’m gone. I need about eight pictures for the layout.”

Draco had waited until Glen had left the room and put his arms around her upper body as he stood behind her. “Which one is of you orgasming?” he smiled against her ear.

Hermione looked through them and found what she was looking for. It was the shot where she was on her back, her head hanging over the side, Draco between her legs as he licked her upper stomach. The picture showed him rubbing against her as she bit her bottom lip, her eyes closed. “This one,” she said huskily as she remembered the feel of her climax going through her body.

“I don’t think I want that one for anyone else to see ‘Mione,” Draco said as he picked up the picture to look at it more closely. “Gods....Hermione, I was so hard for you during these shots,” he said putting the picture aside.

She stood up to face him and put her arms around him. “And now?” she smirked kissing the side of his neck.

He guided her hand to the front of his pants. “What do you think?” he said raggedly as she gripped him through his pants. He groaned as he pushed further into her hand, his hand going up to cup her breast, tweaking the nipple through her t-shirt, making her groan into his neck.

She pulled her head back as she moved her hand away. “Draco, we can’t do this now....not enough time,” she said her breathing heavy.

He gave her a fleeting kiss, then turned her around to pick out the pictures. He stood behind as she leaned over looking at the pictures. He placed his hands at her hips while he pressed his erection against her backside.

“Draco...you need to stop that,” she groaned out, “help me with this....there’s too many to choose from.”

He finally relented and stood beside her, picking the pictures out. They finally picked the eight for the layout. A few with her Phoenix tattoo showing. One was of her sitting and leaning over on the bike with Draco behind her as he had the side of her jeans pulled down, tracing the tattoo with his fingertips; in another she was sitting in front of him, her back to him as his hand went into her open jeans; another she was in the bikini and chaps, facing him on her back as his hands were at her sides, kissing her stomach; another she was straddled on his lap, his shirt off as he licked her upper chest; another she was leaning over him, kissing his chest as his head was bent back.

“I wonder if Glen could put these in book form for me,” Draco said as he looked at them rubbing against each other in the pictures. He gathered her in his arms again. “Are you sure we don’t have time?” he smiled suggestively, leaning in to kiss her neck.

Hermione laughed, “yes, I’m sure,” she sighed as his lips moved over her neck. “Later.... I promise.”

Just then Glen happened to come in, smirking as he looked to their flushed faces. “Did you happen to make time to pick out the pictures?” he asked. They both nodded still not letting go of each other.

Draco stepped back from Hermione then to stand behind the desk. “What are you doing with the rest of the pictures?”

“I was going to let you guys keep them?” Glen replied.

“Do you think you could put them in book form for me?” Draco asked.

“Sure,” Glen said as he glanced to the chosen pictures. “Good choice. I like the solo one you chose as well. I plan on having some of you as the phoenix and of you as you are now.”

“How big is this magazine anyway?” Draco asked.

“Oh, didn’t I tell you? The whole magazine will be of women in racing. Three women will be featured, you being one of them Hermione. One of the other women is Mikala, I believe you raced against her a couple of days ago. The other one is from Australia. We have also had interviews with your friends and professors for the article,” Glen said grinning at Hermione.

Hermione looked shocked. “But.....” she stammered.

Glen laughed, “you don’t realize how popular you are Hermione. There’s the wizards that want you and the witches who want to be like you. Beauty, brains, and the way you ride your bike, it’s a great combination.”

“I don’t know Glen. I didn’t model to become famous. I like to race. I didn’t realize this would be this big,” Hermione said as she sat down heavily on the bench.

“You were famous from your racing first Hermione, your modeling just pushed it up to the next level,” Glen said kindly, sitting beside her.

Hermione smirked and stood up. “Okay, but I think this will be the last photo shoot for awhile. My main focus is on the racing, then going for my professorship,” Hermione said.

Glen then showed them where to change and went to get his equipment ready, looking forward to this afternoon’s picture results. He felt that even with Hermione’s change of appearance, she was still very nice to look at and knew that the wizarding public would like the real her.

Thanks to Lessa for beta-ing