Oh, Bloody Hell!

Disclaimer: I own nothing!! It all belongs to J.K Rowling. Okay I own the studio... that's
it.

Chapter One

Hermione Granger drove up to the guard box at the entrance of Blue Mystique Studios.
As she drove up the guard opened the window of her little room and stuck her head out.
"Name?" she said in a rather bored tone.
"Hermione Granger," she said. "I'm supposed to be meeting –"
"You're expected in Studio Five." She said, lookingn atn at her clipboard.
"Er..." Hermione looked confused. "Where is that exactly?" The guard gave an
exasperated sigh.
"Drive down that road," she said pointing down to one of the little side streets inside of
the compound. "It'll be the third building on your right."
"Thank –"Hermione started. The woman shut the window and pressed a button so that
the gate lifted up, allowing Hermione to pass through. "—you," she finished.
She drove down the road in which the guard had pointed. What ie woe world, wizarding or
muggle, had driven her to accept this job? Oh, right. The £50,000.
Dean Thomas had flooed her and ther her that the film he was directing was in dire need
of another actress. He also informer her that the producer was willing to pay £25,000 if
the actress was British.
Hermione had readily accepted. Acting was most definitely not her thing, but £25,000
was too good to turn down. She definitely needed the money.
Of course, she probably wouldn't have taken the job had she known exactly what it
entailed.
"Dean," she had said after he had handed her the script (she had flooed to Los Angeles).
"Yes?" he asked politely.
"This is... porn!!"
"Please, Hermione," he chided. "Adult film." Hermione gave him a reproachful look. She
was ready to floo back to London when Dean had offered to up her pay to £50,000. That
was an offer she could not turn down.
So here she was, at Studio Five of Deep Mystique Studios getting ready to be in porn...
er, an adult film. She pulled up next to tuilduilding and walked in through the open door.
"Hello," said a woman almost as soon as she stepped inside. She was rather attractive
with brown hair and a slight frame. She was wearing a headset and holding a clipboard.
"You must be Hermione." She said.
"Yes, I am. You're Angela?" asked Hermione. Why was she so nervous?
"Yes, I am. Dean told me to help you out." Said Angela. Hermione nodded.
"We're not doing any filming today," she continued. Hermione looked relieved. "But we
are running lines."
"Great," said Hermione miserably.
"Oh, it's not all that bad." Said Angela at Hermione's expression. Hermione gave a weak
smile.
"Why don't you go wait in room two and I'll send someone in to run lines with you. Do
you have a script with you?"
"Er...no," Hermione looked nervous again. Why hadn't she thought to bring a script?
Angela pulled a script off her clipboard and passed it to Hermione. "Thanks." Said
Hermione. Angela smiled.
"Room two is just down that hall." She said pointing to a hallway nearby. Hermione
nodded her head and started toward the hallway lined with numbered doors. She walked
until she reached door two (not a long walk) and entered it.
Inside it was sparsely decorated and was furnished with only a couch, coffee table, and a
vanity. In the corned was an empty hanger rack. Hermione assumed tha a d a dressing
room.
Hermione had barely walked into the room when the door opened behind her. She turned
around to see a tall, blond man walk into the room.
"What are you doing in my dressing room?" he asked rudely. Hermione couldn't help but
noticed that he had an English accent.
"Oh," Hermione said. "I'm sorry. Angela told to me to wait in room two." The man
looked miffed.
"I suppose she wants us to run lines." He said almost angrily.
"Er... I suppose so." Said Hermione.
"Well before we start we might as well introduce ourselves." He said sourly. "You're
name is?"
"Hermione Granger." She said softly.
"Sorry, I didn't catch that." He said, his voice softening slightly.
"Hermione Granger," Hermione said louder. He started to smirk. She knew that
smirk. But from where?
"Well, well." He said, "I thought you looked familiar." Hermione looked confused.
"The name's Draco Malfoy."