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Hermione was finally all grown up. She was 20 and a successful woman. She wrote articles for Witches Weekly. She wrote everyone's favorite section, the man of the month. On the first of every month she would be sent somewhere to cover the life of some guy that most witches were crushing during that time. She would stay at a hotel near them and hang around taking notes and getting to know them for a month. She liked her job. She had become great friends with a lot of cool people.
"Mione? Are you ready yet?" Trish called from downstairs.
Trish was Hermione's cousin. They both worked at the same place, and decided to share a house. Trish was a photographer.
"Almost. I'll be there in a second." Hermione put a few last minute touches on her hair.
It was no longer bushy as it had been before. Now it was just curly, and little black streaks ran through it. Hermione twirled around in the mirror to make sure she looked presentable, then grabbing her purse she walked down the stairs to meet her cousin.
"I wonder who the guy for this month is. Maybe it is Harry Potter." Trish grinned at the thought.
"No, it won't be Harry. We did him in January last year. All I was told was that he's a famous Quidditch player. Some new guy." Hermione shrugged as she grabbed a muffin and her coffee.
"Cool. I hope he's cute." Trish smiled to herself.
"Is it just me, or have you liked almost every guy we've covered since we first started?" Hermione arched an eyebrow.
"Can I help it if I notice the cuter portion of the male population?" Trish laughed.
They didn't say much after that. They walked to work in the mornings. It was only two and a half blocks from their house. They liked getting a little exercise in the mornings.
They walked into the office to find their boss sitting in Trish's chair. Whatever it was she wanted to say must have been important, because she rarely called anyone into her office, and it was unheard of to have her show up in your office.
"Miss Granger, and Miss Hunter, how are you ladies doing this morning?" Mrs. Greenstar asked with a smile that looked way too suspicious, especially since she wasn't a morning person and rarely ever smiled.
"Just fine. Can we help you Mrs. Greenstar?" Trish set her purse down on Hermione's desk.
"I came to have a little chat with you. As you have already heard we are covering a new Quidditch player this month. He was just accepted onto whatever team it is that he is on, and so far everyone who has seen him is majorly impressed by his skill. The letters have been pouring in and the people really want to see an article on him. This kid is big." She smirked.
"Ok, but what does this have to do with us?" Trish asked cautiously.
"Well, instead of our usual long articles, the people want something different now. You will ask questions, and word for word I want you to record his answer. I also want you to get to know this guy. If he's a decent kid we would like to write a few more stories on him." Mrs. Greenstar sighed and stood up.
"Ok, just one more thing, where are we going and when?" Hermione questioned.
"You are going to, um, wherever it is that his team is located. Your bags have already been packed for you, and you are leaving in five minutes. I want to hear from you within the next week." The old woman grunted and left.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Can you believe this? We're going to finally meet him. Everyone seems to want this guy, just think of it all. We will get to actually meet him!" Trish gushed excitedly.
"Trish, calm down." Hermione smirked.
They walked up to a large circular building. The words on the outside said Chuddly Cannons. Hermione felt all happy again. Ron was a chaser for the Chuddly Cannons. She hadn't seen him in almost a year.
They picked up their pace and eventually met the team coach. He was a nice old man, but you could tell when it came time for business he was very stern.
"The boys are showering right now. They'll be out in a few minutes. If you want I'll send them down here when they are all done." He smiled.
"That would be great. Thank you." Hermione thanked him.
Trish and Hermione waited about ten minutes and walked around. They came upon the field and looked around. It was huge! At least three times the size of the one back at Hogwarts.
"Hermione!" a friendly voice called from behind.
Hermione whirled around and saw Ron. She ran up and hugged him tightly. Then they laughed.
"How have you been Ron?" Hermione asked.
"Pretty good. So, you must be the reporter from Witches Weekly. You're writing an article on our new seeker aren't you?" Ron grinned.
"Yes. Who is he?" Hermione asked.
"You don't know? Oh, I'm just going to let you wait and see." Ron laughed.
"Who is it?" Hermione pleaded.
"Hermione Granger, I am proud to introduce you to our new seeker Draco Malfoy." The coach brought forward his new seeker.
"Malfoy!" Hermione gasped in disbelief.
A/N: I hope you guys liked my first chapter. I'm trying to do better, review please.
Hermione was finally all grown up. She was 20 and a successful woman. She wrote articles for Witches Weekly. She wrote everyone's favorite section, the man of the month. On the first of every month she would be sent somewhere to cover the life of some guy that most witches were crushing during that time. She would stay at a hotel near them and hang around taking notes and getting to know them for a month. She liked her job. She had become great friends with a lot of cool people.
"Mione? Are you ready yet?" Trish called from downstairs.
Trish was Hermione's cousin. They both worked at the same place, and decided to share a house. Trish was a photographer.
"Almost. I'll be there in a second." Hermione put a few last minute touches on her hair.
It was no longer bushy as it had been before. Now it was just curly, and little black streaks ran through it. Hermione twirled around in the mirror to make sure she looked presentable, then grabbing her purse she walked down the stairs to meet her cousin.
"I wonder who the guy for this month is. Maybe it is Harry Potter." Trish grinned at the thought.
"No, it won't be Harry. We did him in January last year. All I was told was that he's a famous Quidditch player. Some new guy." Hermione shrugged as she grabbed a muffin and her coffee.
"Cool. I hope he's cute." Trish smiled to herself.
"Is it just me, or have you liked almost every guy we've covered since we first started?" Hermione arched an eyebrow.
"Can I help it if I notice the cuter portion of the male population?" Trish laughed.
They didn't say much after that. They walked to work in the mornings. It was only two and a half blocks from their house. They liked getting a little exercise in the mornings.
They walked into the office to find their boss sitting in Trish's chair. Whatever it was she wanted to say must have been important, because she rarely called anyone into her office, and it was unheard of to have her show up in your office.
"Miss Granger, and Miss Hunter, how are you ladies doing this morning?" Mrs. Greenstar asked with a smile that looked way too suspicious, especially since she wasn't a morning person and rarely ever smiled.
"Just fine. Can we help you Mrs. Greenstar?" Trish set her purse down on Hermione's desk.
"I came to have a little chat with you. As you have already heard we are covering a new Quidditch player this month. He was just accepted onto whatever team it is that he is on, and so far everyone who has seen him is majorly impressed by his skill. The letters have been pouring in and the people really want to see an article on him. This kid is big." She smirked.
"Ok, but what does this have to do with us?" Trish asked cautiously.
"Well, instead of our usual long articles, the people want something different now. You will ask questions, and word for word I want you to record his answer. I also want you to get to know this guy. If he's a decent kid we would like to write a few more stories on him." Mrs. Greenstar sighed and stood up.
"Ok, just one more thing, where are we going and when?" Hermione questioned.
"You are going to, um, wherever it is that his team is located. Your bags have already been packed for you, and you are leaving in five minutes. I want to hear from you within the next week." The old woman grunted and left.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Can you believe this? We're going to finally meet him. Everyone seems to want this guy, just think of it all. We will get to actually meet him!" Trish gushed excitedly.
"Trish, calm down." Hermione smirked.
They walked up to a large circular building. The words on the outside said Chuddly Cannons. Hermione felt all happy again. Ron was a chaser for the Chuddly Cannons. She hadn't seen him in almost a year.
They picked up their pace and eventually met the team coach. He was a nice old man, but you could tell when it came time for business he was very stern.
"The boys are showering right now. They'll be out in a few minutes. If you want I'll send them down here when they are all done." He smiled.
"That would be great. Thank you." Hermione thanked him.
Trish and Hermione waited about ten minutes and walked around. They came upon the field and looked around. It was huge! At least three times the size of the one back at Hogwarts.
"Hermione!" a friendly voice called from behind.
Hermione whirled around and saw Ron. She ran up and hugged him tightly. Then they laughed.
"How have you been Ron?" Hermione asked.
"Pretty good. So, you must be the reporter from Witches Weekly. You're writing an article on our new seeker aren't you?" Ron grinned.
"Yes. Who is he?" Hermione asked.
"You don't know? Oh, I'm just going to let you wait and see." Ron laughed.
"Who is it?" Hermione pleaded.
"Hermione Granger, I am proud to introduce you to our new seeker Draco Malfoy." The coach brought forward his new seeker.
"Malfoy!" Hermione gasped in disbelief.
A/N: I hope you guys liked my first chapter. I'm trying to do better, review please.