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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
22,104
Reviews:
38
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
FIVE
Chapter FIVE
Hermione Granger sat curled up in a ball petting Crookshank’s descendant, Banger. It had been years, since her beloved familiar had passed into the next world. She felt extremely lucky that Crooks passed away after banging the neighbor’s Siamese cat. The kittens were the most intelligent and beautiful kittens she had ever seen. She wanted to keep them all, but decided on the one that looked just like his father. Hermione took responsibility for Crooks descendants and found wonderful wizarding homes for all the part Kneezle kittens.
At times, Hermione loved living in the muggle world. It gave her anonymity.
This past week at work had been the hardest in her short lifetime. She was bored with the monotony of her job and life. She handed in her two weeks notice with yesterday being the last day of work. She sold her home and liquidated most of her possessions. Her Gringott’s vault would contain her books and other personal belongings until she returned from her trip abroad.
She was lamenting on the fact, that the last guy she dated was Ronald during what should have been their seventh year of school at Hogwarts. Hermione felt empty. She wanted a husband or at least a lover and eventually she wanted a family.
She was grateful that she had made the decision to get away. Hopefully, she would meet other wizards and witches, who had never heard of Hermione Granger.
Banger would accompany her on her trip. All accommodations were specified to include animals.
Suddenly startled out of her ponderings, Hermione walked to the front door to determine who was pounding on the door trying to break it down.
Looking out the peephole, there stood Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter. Neither man looked happy. Unfortunately, behind her friends were dozens of reporters.
All she could think was please let Voldemort continue to be dead.
Throwing hexes at the reporters through the window to distract them while she let in her best friends, Hermione opened the front door and grab both men dragging them into the house.
Not only were the men irate, but also neither man would look directly at her.
“What is going on here?” demanded Hermione.
“Hermione, how could you do this?” screamed Ron, waving a magazine in her face.
Grabbing the magazine to determine what the fuck was going on, Hermione looked at the pictures and proceeded to faint. Catching both men off guard, but with seeker reflexes Harry managed to catch her before she crashed into the ground.
Harry quickly placed Hermione on the couch.
Immediately, upon awakening, Hermione began to cry. She was in shock at the pictures of herself in the latest edition of PlayWizard magazine.
“How did this happen? Who took these pictures of me in my library?” she whispered. Trying to reason what was going on.
“Hermione, did you pose for these pictures?” Harry ask.
“No.” she sighed. Who would do this to her? Who hated her this much to expose her to the wizarding world? She kept thinking over and over who possibly would have done this to her?
“Ron, go make some tea,” commanded Harry.
“Harry, the kitchen is already packed.” Reminded Hermione. “I was to leave this evening for my trip. This afternoon, I sign the paper work on the house and hand over the keys.”
“What the hell makes PlayWizard think that they can publish my picture without my permission? Who took the pictures in the first place? I want them to pay for exposing me. My body was not for sale, but I will make sure that they pay for using my pictures.”
Harry and Ron’s concern for their friend would not over ride her kicking them out of her house for her to be alone to think.
Thinking as she walked room to room to check to make sure everything was packed, Hermione began shrinking all the boxed to be put in one large box. This was accomplished very quickly. Changing her plans to go directly to her solicitor, Hermione said goodbye to her home after grabbing her luggage, cat carrier and cat.
Arriving at her solicitor Mr. Knave’s office earlier than expected, Hermione was quickly ushered into his office. Mr. Knave was the Wizarding family solicitor in partnership with her deceased uncle’s muggle law firm.
“Mr. Knave, thank you for seeing me early. I have the keys to the house. Additionally, I want to discuss another issue as soon as the house items are signed.” Hermione told Mr. Knave.
“Ms. Granger, it is never a problem for you to drop by. Please, feel free to visit at your leisure. Your dear uncle was one of my best friends.” Mr. Knave replied.
Getting the house paperwork finished, she dug into her purse for the magazine. Gently, placing the magazine on Mr. Knave’s desk, she thought that he might have a heart attack with the first glimpse of her picture. Harry and Ron had used a magic marker to cover her bits in the pictures.
“Ms. Granger, please put that away?” screeched Mr. Knave.
“Sir, I did not willingly take these pictures nor give my permission for them to be distributed. I want to sue PlayWizard, its board members and the photographer. I want justice. And I want it in the form of taking every cent from them. Do I have a case?” she wanted to know.
“Ms. Granger, are you sure that at anytime you did not give permission for these photos to be taken?” he questioned.
“I am absolutely positive that I never gave anyone permission to photograph me nude. Nor would I have agreed to publish nude photos of myself.” she stated.
“I will file the lawsuit this afternoon. Hopefully, PlayWizard will pull this edition. But that is doubtful. We can differently hit them in the pocket book, Ms. Granger” Mr. Knave spoke as he sat thinking of the possible gallons this case will generate for the firm. He might be retiring from practice very soon.
“Ms. Granger, I know that you no longer have any family members. But please think of me as family.” He pleaded. Mr. Knave dealt with Ms. Granger’s inheritances after losing her parents. With her winning this lawsuit, she could possibly be one of the richest women in the world.
“Certainly, Mr. Knave. I am going ahead with my trip. I port key to Italy this evening. Owl me if you need any signatures as well as to keep me informed on the status of the lawsuit. And thank you again for all your help.” Expressed Hermione.
After saying good-bye to Mr. Knave, Hermione ventured to the port key station. She did not recall any other unfinished business other than poisoning the staff at PlayWizard. Unfortunately, Hermione did not want to spend the rest of her life in prison.
Maybe she could find a book of poisons in Italy for some light reading, perhaps a book by Lucretia Borgia. After waiting in line for two hours, Hermione’s port key to Italy was available. As she grabbed the key, another person came up behind her. He held onto her waist as they both ported to Italy.
~o~
LaBibliographe and DB1:
Thank you for reviewing. All reviews are appreciated.
Hermione Granger sat curled up in a ball petting Crookshank’s descendant, Banger. It had been years, since her beloved familiar had passed into the next world. She felt extremely lucky that Crooks passed away after banging the neighbor’s Siamese cat. The kittens were the most intelligent and beautiful kittens she had ever seen. She wanted to keep them all, but decided on the one that looked just like his father. Hermione took responsibility for Crooks descendants and found wonderful wizarding homes for all the part Kneezle kittens.
At times, Hermione loved living in the muggle world. It gave her anonymity.
This past week at work had been the hardest in her short lifetime. She was bored with the monotony of her job and life. She handed in her two weeks notice with yesterday being the last day of work. She sold her home and liquidated most of her possessions. Her Gringott’s vault would contain her books and other personal belongings until she returned from her trip abroad.
She was lamenting on the fact, that the last guy she dated was Ronald during what should have been their seventh year of school at Hogwarts. Hermione felt empty. She wanted a husband or at least a lover and eventually she wanted a family.
She was grateful that she had made the decision to get away. Hopefully, she would meet other wizards and witches, who had never heard of Hermione Granger.
Banger would accompany her on her trip. All accommodations were specified to include animals.
Suddenly startled out of her ponderings, Hermione walked to the front door to determine who was pounding on the door trying to break it down.
Looking out the peephole, there stood Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter. Neither man looked happy. Unfortunately, behind her friends were dozens of reporters.
All she could think was please let Voldemort continue to be dead.
Throwing hexes at the reporters through the window to distract them while she let in her best friends, Hermione opened the front door and grab both men dragging them into the house.
Not only were the men irate, but also neither man would look directly at her.
“What is going on here?” demanded Hermione.
“Hermione, how could you do this?” screamed Ron, waving a magazine in her face.
Grabbing the magazine to determine what the fuck was going on, Hermione looked at the pictures and proceeded to faint. Catching both men off guard, but with seeker reflexes Harry managed to catch her before she crashed into the ground.
Harry quickly placed Hermione on the couch.
Immediately, upon awakening, Hermione began to cry. She was in shock at the pictures of herself in the latest edition of PlayWizard magazine.
“How did this happen? Who took these pictures of me in my library?” she whispered. Trying to reason what was going on.
“Hermione, did you pose for these pictures?” Harry ask.
“No.” she sighed. Who would do this to her? Who hated her this much to expose her to the wizarding world? She kept thinking over and over who possibly would have done this to her?
“Ron, go make some tea,” commanded Harry.
“Harry, the kitchen is already packed.” Reminded Hermione. “I was to leave this evening for my trip. This afternoon, I sign the paper work on the house and hand over the keys.”
“What the hell makes PlayWizard think that they can publish my picture without my permission? Who took the pictures in the first place? I want them to pay for exposing me. My body was not for sale, but I will make sure that they pay for using my pictures.”
Harry and Ron’s concern for their friend would not over ride her kicking them out of her house for her to be alone to think.
Thinking as she walked room to room to check to make sure everything was packed, Hermione began shrinking all the boxed to be put in one large box. This was accomplished very quickly. Changing her plans to go directly to her solicitor, Hermione said goodbye to her home after grabbing her luggage, cat carrier and cat.
Arriving at her solicitor Mr. Knave’s office earlier than expected, Hermione was quickly ushered into his office. Mr. Knave was the Wizarding family solicitor in partnership with her deceased uncle’s muggle law firm.
“Mr. Knave, thank you for seeing me early. I have the keys to the house. Additionally, I want to discuss another issue as soon as the house items are signed.” Hermione told Mr. Knave.
“Ms. Granger, it is never a problem for you to drop by. Please, feel free to visit at your leisure. Your dear uncle was one of my best friends.” Mr. Knave replied.
Getting the house paperwork finished, she dug into her purse for the magazine. Gently, placing the magazine on Mr. Knave’s desk, she thought that he might have a heart attack with the first glimpse of her picture. Harry and Ron had used a magic marker to cover her bits in the pictures.
“Ms. Granger, please put that away?” screeched Mr. Knave.
“Sir, I did not willingly take these pictures nor give my permission for them to be distributed. I want to sue PlayWizard, its board members and the photographer. I want justice. And I want it in the form of taking every cent from them. Do I have a case?” she wanted to know.
“Ms. Granger, are you sure that at anytime you did not give permission for these photos to be taken?” he questioned.
“I am absolutely positive that I never gave anyone permission to photograph me nude. Nor would I have agreed to publish nude photos of myself.” she stated.
“I will file the lawsuit this afternoon. Hopefully, PlayWizard will pull this edition. But that is doubtful. We can differently hit them in the pocket book, Ms. Granger” Mr. Knave spoke as he sat thinking of the possible gallons this case will generate for the firm. He might be retiring from practice very soon.
“Ms. Granger, I know that you no longer have any family members. But please think of me as family.” He pleaded. Mr. Knave dealt with Ms. Granger’s inheritances after losing her parents. With her winning this lawsuit, she could possibly be one of the richest women in the world.
“Certainly, Mr. Knave. I am going ahead with my trip. I port key to Italy this evening. Owl me if you need any signatures as well as to keep me informed on the status of the lawsuit. And thank you again for all your help.” Expressed Hermione.
After saying good-bye to Mr. Knave, Hermione ventured to the port key station. She did not recall any other unfinished business other than poisoning the staff at PlayWizard. Unfortunately, Hermione did not want to spend the rest of her life in prison.
Maybe she could find a book of poisons in Italy for some light reading, perhaps a book by Lucretia Borgia. After waiting in line for two hours, Hermione’s port key to Italy was available. As she grabbed the key, another person came up behind her. He held onto her waist as they both ported to Italy.
~o~
LaBibliographe and DB1:
Thank you for reviewing. All reviews are appreciated.