The Power of Nomrah

Chapter 1
New Feelings

Hermione Ann Granger stepped out of her quaint office carrying multiple amounts of files and paperwork. She quickly closed the door and grabbed her book bag, placing her work inside it. Without haste, she plucked her wand out of her magenta robes and yelled \"accio broom\". Throwing her bag over her shoulder, she then reached out for her new broom (which now was floating at her side). One of Hermione\'s best friends, Harry Potter, had given her a new broom for her birthday weeks beforehand. Hermione loved the gift; yet hated flying. But with the requirements of her livelihood, she was now getting used to the idea of being up in the air – instead of on her own two feet. As long as Hermione could remember she had always hated not being on flat ground. At Hogwarts she had cringed every time Harry or Ron had to fly for a Quittich game, or rush off on their brooms when an emergency would arise.

Harry and Ron worked for the ministry; they each had respectable jobs working for a semi-new department. The Department of Dark Sorcery was newly renowned and was doing quite well. Harry and Ron’s job consisted of capturing dark wizards throughout the world and bringing them to justice. Harry was currently in charge of many sections of the department and had a very inconsistent schedule, mostly because his duties includentrontrolling teams of wizards. Ron on the other hand wasn’t at an exceptionably high rank. Ron had recently just been accepted into the department and was currently working his way up. Ron, who had been working for the Daily Prophet, was tired of sitting at a desk and writing all day. Hermione figured he would be much happier living the extreme life of danger. Hermione was now living the life Ron had once lived – she was working for The Department of Charms and Sorcery, and had just been named head Charms Fellow. Coming out of Hogwarts, this had been her dream job; research and study. But Hermione was growing weak and tired… lonely, depressed and hating her job more and more everyday. Thinking to herself, Hermione walked outside…this was how she was going to spend the rest of her waking days, and soon she would beco hag hag and slowly die alone in a gutter somewhere.

Hermione soon arrived at her abode – it was a beautiful sight. Trees surrounded a white stone building, making it seem invisible. Hermione lived with her old friend Parvati Patil, who now was hardly ever home. She was a model for Witch Wear and was gone most of the time. Whether it be a shoot in Paris or with her new fiancé Seamus Finnigan. Seamus was a Gryffindor when Hermione was at Hogwarts and to Hermione he always looked geeky and too Irish, but since maturity he had grown into a very handsome man; and was claimed one of the most beautiful men in Witch Weekly. Hermione walked up her stone steps leading to her home and opened her front door. She threw her bag down, set her broom down on a nearby table and looked into the living room. She loved her living area; it was peaceful and filled Hermione with a sense of serenity and comfort. She slowly walked down the small steps leading downward into the enclosed room, which made Hermione feel lost and in another world. The room was painted a shade of blue like the breaking of dawn; clouds circled the ceiling. When one looked at the room, it was like floating in the sky. Being a witch’s house, the clouds moved around the room, while making different figures with its company’s moods.

Hermione stared up onto the ceiling when there was a sudden “pop”. Hermione glanced over to see Harry Potter standing with his girlfriend at his side. “Hello” Harry said walking over to her.

“Hey, Hermione said, looking over at Patricia; a women who was a very gorgeous model. Patricia Standling was the ideal girlfriend to any wizard. She was currently modeling for the same corporation as Parvati. Everyone worshiped and wanted to be with her or be her. That was everyone except Hermione, to she she was a stuck up very *friendly* person that was only using Harry for his fame. Hermione hated the girl; sometimes from the looks Patricia gave her she had felt the same loathing. Being the respectful person she was, Hermione had kept her mouth shut and hadn’t said anything.

But Patricia wasn’t as nice as Hermione. Whenever they where alone, Patricia made rude comments…. “So you wore that to work, kind of plain don’t you think?” Hermione tried to ignore her, but at times is grs grueling work. Harry was wearing a dark maroon cloak and was looking rather good, Hermione thought to herself. Patricia; who always matched Harry, was wearing a very revealing maroon cloak with white strips along the sides. Hermione got out of her chair and greeted Harry.

“Well, what a nice surprise”, Hermione quietly said responding to Harry’s presence trying to sound pleasant. Harry looked at her and smiled, he could tell she was holding something in. Harry didn’t have to ask what was wrong though; he knew what was troubling her. Harry had always known that in the couple months he was with Patricia that Hermione hated her. She had tried to hide her disliking, but Harry knew her far better then she knew herself. Hermione was the type of woman who loved to work hard and get rewarded for her discoveries. She was a great person, who loved books, dancing, being a witch and despised any girl that d hid him; which, at the same time, he had hated any wizard who had came close to her. Unfortunately for Harry it was plenty – Hermione was one of the most liked witches of her time. She was beautiful and very well achieved. All wizards had wanted to be in her company, but they would have to come in contact with Harry or Ron first. They were the test and hardly any passed. This thought brought a smile to Harry’s face.

It had been the three of them. The famous three, or atst tst that’s what Hogwarts students called them. Ron, Hermione and Harry had beaten the dark lord more times then Harry could count, and it had almost cost them their lives. Hermione and Harry where best friends and knew everything about each other. They had been through more then anyone in their lives could imagine. But Harry tried not to think of unhappy times. He had lost many friends of his, during the dark raids and focused more on the present then the past.

Hermione looked at him and smiled. She was wearinr nor normal work clothes; a plain cloak and some muggle jeans to go along. Harry laughed to himself. How much Hermione loved being a witch, she just couldn’t get rid of a good pair of muggle clothing – and Harry agreed. Harry loved her most when she dressed down. She wasn’t the glamorous type, and that’s what he loved about her the most.

Harry walked to Hermione and gave her a long hug. He took his body away from her when Patricia gave a loud cough to distract him. “Well I just thought I would stop by and I wanted to see if you wanted to come to dinner with Ron and I tonight. We haven’t seen each other in awhile, since we’ve been so busy with work, so I figured we should have a night on the town. What do you say? “Harry asked sounding excited.

Hermione was now smiling. Harry looked at her and smiled from ear to ear; when she smiled it had looked like she had slept with a hanger in her mouth. She had seemed pleased to be seeing him. She quickly agreed, and turned to glare at Patricia, now having a smirk on her face. But, Princess Patricia was getting restless and was soon nagging Harry that she needed to go to her shoot. So, he said that he would pick her up at seven sharp and was out with another “pop”.

After they left, Hermione walked into her kitchen and sat down to read the post. The kitchen was a fun place to sit and enjoy the scenery. There was a massive dining table in the middle, which overlooked the grand windows out into the yard (including a pool, trees and a garden). Hermione looked down onto the table and grabbed her letters. On the table sat Truffles – her new owl that she had received from Ron a couple of years ago – who was great at making sure Hermione had her post. Hermione got up and grabbed some treats out of a cabinet to feed the owl. Hermione loved her; she was a black owl, with white spots. She definitely was Hedwig’s favorite. When Hermione had received her, Hedwig would show up more often than normal to visit. Truffles seemed to like having Hedwig as company.

In the post there was a letter from Sirius; Harry’s godfather who was redeemed innocent after the downfall of the dark lord. He was now married and was in charge of the department that Harry worked for. He married a beautiful writer for the Daily Prophet, and was a wonderful father of two baby girls, which Hermione just adored. Hermione opened his letter and began reading

Hermione,

How’s my favorite charms fellow? I was at the ministry the other day and noticed that you where promoted. Congratulations!! Anyway, Sabrina and I are having a ball on the fifteenth of this month to celebrate a special occasion we will be announcing and I wanted you to be there. It would mean a lot to Sabrina and me if you come. Owl us back if you can make it. You are also allowed to bring a date if you desire – I know Harry is bringing Patricia, and Ron is bringing a witch from his work. Well, hope to see you soon.

Sirius


Hermione read the letter one more time and shrugged. Great, she thought, that’s just what she needed –another public appearance with no one at her side. Just another appearance for people to gawk and start more gossip. Hermione couldn’t remember how many times she had been in the Daily Prophet. For some reason the whole wizarding world loved to talk and gossip on who the lucky man Hermione Granger was seeing. It had only been a week since the last article. Hermione remembered very vividly what it had said.

“The lovely Miss Hermione Granger; best friends to the wonder boy Harry Potter, has been seen spotted with a very good looking wizard John Sparks. The local London wizard who is working under Granger was spotted walking her down Diagon Alley this Saturday. Tom Romley reports that they where smiling and seemed to having deep conversation.”

Remembering the incident brought Hermione to a state of rage. Why couldn’t these people leave her alone? John was a friend and they where just having lunch, why can’t two people of the opposite sex just have lunch together and leave it at that? The press always intensifies a miniature situation. At this, Hermione could only imagine what the press would make of her coming to a ball unattended. Hermione read the rest of her mail – nothing significant, just bills and a letter from her mom. Although Hermione had installed a telephone for her parents to contact her, Hermione’s mother always tried to fit in and send mail by owl, or “the normal way” as Ron would put it. Hermione looked at her clock and realized she only had some time left before Harry would be here it pick her up. She quickly gathered the post and ran upstairs to get dressed.
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Harry apparated with Patricia to Paris and kissed her goodbye. Harry was okay with their relationship – it wasn’t really serious and Harry didn’t see it going anywhere. She was good to get along with, but it seemed to Harry that she wasn’t in it for the right reasons. Recently, they’ve been having problems that annoyed him. She was very protective of who he saw and where he was. She didn’t like Hermione, and that bugged the crap out of him. If he was going to be with anyone for a long-term commitment, she would have to like Hermione or it just wouldn’t work. Hermione was Harry’s life and just as if he didn’t approve with her boyfriends she wouldn’t approve of his girlfriends. Hermione may not have liked Patricia, but she respected his choices and his girlfriends and that’s one of the best qualities Hermione possessed.

Harry was anxious to see the gang tonight; they hadn’t hung out together in a while and he could tell that something was bothering Hermione – he jdidndidn’t know what could be the problem. He had felt something had been troubling her, but decided not to confront her with it. He needed to get her alone later tonight to and ask.

Harry apparated back to his office in London and was soon greeted by Lupin sitting in his chair. “Well, back already? I thought I wouldn’t be seeing you until tomorrow, I thought you where having dinner with Ron and Hermione?” Lupin asked now standing up.

“Well… and since when is this, your office?” Harry asked defiantly but smiling.

“Oh I see how it is, don’t piss the boss off.” Lupin said sarcastically throwing a magazine at Harry. “Take a look at this; I was thinking of owling it to Hermione or Ron. I’m sure thaty wiy will get a kick out of it.” Lupin was now cracking up.

Harry looked at the front page. It was Witch Weekly and was looking at a picture of himself on the cover. The headline read, “Sexiest Wizards of the Year, Number one Harry Potter” Harry was now blushing. “Oh bloody hell, I’m gonna get it now! Harry picked up his wand and yelled, “defindo” and the magazine shredded into a thousand little pieces. “There, no evidence”, Harry exclaimed, grinning sheepishly.

Lupin smiled back, shaking his head side to side, “so why are you back anyway?”

Harry looked up, “Oh I was just gonna change real quick, I left one of my favorite cloaks here, and I want to wear it tonight.”

“Oh I see,” Lupin said, now walking out the door.

Harry stopped him before he was out of sight. “Hey did you finish that case on Baromir Jackson”?

Lupin quickly turned around and handed him the file, which was on Harry’s desk (where Harry had left it last). “Oh, I see.” Harry said now laughing. Harry was sometimes too busy that he rarely forgot more then he could remember.

“Well have fun tonight, I’m leaving now.” Lupin said waving goodbye. Soon after Lupin left, Harry swung his clover ver his shoulders and apparated to Ron’s.

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Hermione soon swung her maple cloak over her black low cut t-shirt. She decided to straighten her hair; she felt better when it was straight instead of curly. Hermione placed some heels on andked ked in her mirror. “Well I sure look scandalous don’t I?” Hermione said looking at her chest. It seemed to be popping out more then normal. “The men will be looking at you tonight honey,” the mirror responded back. The doorbell ring and Hermione looked at herself one more time (to make sure everything was in place) and walked downstairs.

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Harry arrived at Ron’s apartment and waited while Ron swung his cloak over him. “So where are we going”? Ron asked now looking at Harry drink some water.

“Oh I don’t know. I really don’t care; there’s going to be press wherever we go. So, we really don’t have a choice.

“Yeah, the press has been on you like white on rice”. Harry heard Ron say, but Harry was trying to change the subject.

“Yeah, but they always are aren’t they? Oh well, let’s go pick up Hermione.”

Ron now was smiling, “okay lets go, you sexy man you.” Ron’s grin now had turned into a hilarious laugh.

“Oh shut up,” Harry said, defiantly. He walked out with an ecstatic Ron following him.

Harry and Ron apparated to Hermione’s almost on schedule. Ron, who was still grinning, rang the doorbell. He felt it wasn’t necessary, so they walked in. Ron stepped through the entryway and stood at the end of the staircase while Harry followed him in. Hermione soon was coming down the stairs. Harry looked up at her and was speechless; she looked absolutely stunning. Harry had never seen her look so beautiful. It was Ron who spoke first though. “Well, you look great” Ron said grabbing her hand and helping her down.

“Oh, thanks Ron!” Hermione said smiling and kissing him on the forehead.

“Y, yes you look grr…great.” Harry tried to say, but it came out stuttering.

Hermione laughed, “Well thank you, sir.” Hermione looked over the two men; they looked nice, and Harry looked great as usual. He was wearing her favorite cloak that she loved. Ron, who was wearing a maroon cloak, had forgotten to brush his hair, but seemed to pull it off. “So where are we head off to?” Hermione said as she grabbed her bag.

“We don’t care, what are you in the mood for?” Ron asked, looking at Hermione.

“Oh I really don’td, bd, but I am kind of in the mood for Tony’s.”

“That’s cool. You know it’s the most famous restaurant, right”? Ron said looking at Hermione with some uneasiness.

“No, really”, Hermione said sarcastically.

“Just asking, don’t get all temperamental on me now.” Ron said looking at Harry who was still gawking at Hermione.

“I’m just giving you a hard time. So, is that place cool with you Harry”? Hermione asked turning her head to Harry.

“Uh….wha…what, oh yeah that sounds good.” Harry said coming back to reality. He couldn’t stop looking at Hermione. She looked amazing, and her chest was far too much to look at. If he had looked there any longer he might need a time out. But thinking about this was making him more excited. Fortunate Ron was talking and it distracted Harry. Harry finally burst out, “well let’s go, don’t want to be too late do we?”

“Nope, I guess not,” said Hermione.

Harry turned to Ron, to find him looking at him awkwardly. Ron tried to pull Harry away but Hermione had already apparated. Instead of talking to Ron, Harry just apparated behind Hermione.