The Proposal.

Chapter 1

Hermione had woken up at five this morning. She had a forest DVD on and was on her exercises bike reading a manuscript. She took a quick shower, checked herself and put on a black pencil skirt and top with her heels, hair pulled back. She continued reading as she ate breakfast.

Harry woke up to see the sun streaming into his room. He suddenly got up and checked his watch, it was almost seven. He was running late. "Shit" he said and he got up a quickly put on a suit and ran out to the busy streets of London. He ran up to a coffee shop and walked in to see a huge line in front of him. "Hey, Harry, here." Said a girl working at the counter. "Your usual." She handed him two cups of coffee. "You literally saved my life." He thanked her and ran back out. He ran into Borgan and Burks Publishing and into the elevator all most missing it.

Hermione was walking down the street to work. She was one her phone. "Hello Seamus, how's my favorite writer? We need you on BBC to do an interview to get people to notice you. The need people to tell them don't watch TV, read a book. Read Seamus' book." She heads into the publishing building.

Harry was still running to the office when he crash into the mail man spilling the coffee all over his shirt. "Sweet Merlin." He yelled. "Sorry." Fumbled the carrier. He walked up to Ron Weasley. "I need that shirt of your back literally." Harry said looking down at his own. "You're kidding right?" Ron said looking up at him. "Tickets to Chudley Cannons vs. Puddlemere United this Tuesday. You have five seconds to decide," Harry pushed Ron, "Five, four, three, two, one." They switched right before Hermione came.

Everyone in the office was chatting when a Padma saw Hermione get off the elevator. She went to her computer and typed "It's here". Everyone got the message and went back to work as she walked into the office ignoring everyone.

"Morning boss," Harry gave her the coffee, "you have a conference in thirty minutes. And a staff meeting and nine."

"Did you call, um, what's her name the one with the hands?" Hermione said sitting down.

"You mean Jane. I did and told her if she doesn't get her manuscript in on time she wouldn't get a publishing date. Also your immigration lawyer called said it's important-"

"Cancel the call, push the meeting till tomorrow and keep the lawyer on the sheet." She interrupted, filing her papers. "Also call PR tell them to get a press release, Seamus in doing BBC."

"Wow, nicely done." Harry exclaimed walking toward the door.

"If I want your praise I'll ask for it." She snapped at him picking up her coffee. "Um, who is Romilda and why does she want me to call her." She turned to face him holding it up.

"That was originally my cup." He answered.

"And why am I drinking from your cup."

"Your cup spilled" he explained waiting for the response.

She took a sip. "So you also drink cinnamon soy lattes too."

"I do. It's like Christmas in a cup." He said hoping it would just pass by. "I mean I wouldn't get the same coffee as you did just in case yours spilled. That would but just pathetic." He said as the phone rung and he went to pick it up. "Ms. Granger's office. Hey Dean."

Hermione made a hand motion as to leave.

"Um, yes we're headed to your office," He hung up, "why are we headed to Dean's office?" Harry questioned.

Hermione gave him a look. "Oh, right." He got out of the office and to the computer where he typed "The witch is on her broom." Everyone seemed to get the message as they went back to work. Hermione headed out of her office, Harry right be side her.

"So did you finish the manuscript I gave you." He asked her.

"Um, I read a couple of pages. I wasn't impressed."

"Can I tell you something?" he asked her

"No." she told him

"But I never came to you before. This is an incredible novel. The kind you used to publish." He told her.

She looked and saw Ron with a shirt that had a coffee stain on it. "Um, no. And I do think you order the same coffee as me just incase you spilled it, which is, in fact, pathetic. Oh and remember your just a prop in here." She said as she walked into Dean's office.

"Ahh, our fearless leader and her liege. Please do come in." he said annoyed.

"Nice breakfront. Is it new?" she said admiring a piece of furniture.

"It is English Egyptian built in the 1800's but, yes new to my office." He said.

"Witty," she commentated, "Dean, I'm letting you go. I asked you over a dozen times to get Seamus to do BBC, and you didn't do it."

Harry just stood there looking at them.

"I told you that was impossible, Seamus hasn't done a interview in over ten years." He responded.

"Well that is interesting, because I was just talking to him and he's in. You didn't even call him did you." She asked. Dean stuttered. "Now I will give you two months to find a new job, then you can tell everyone you resigned." She walked out of the office without a glance back. "What's his status?"

"He's pacing. He's moving." Harry said looking back before Dean stormed out of his office.

"You heinous Bitch.," He yelled, "you can't fire me. You don't think I no what your doing here. You feel threatened by me. You're a monster. You no what you'll have on your death bed, nothing and no one." Everyone had stopped what there they where doing and stared and them.

Hermione smiled and walked up to Dean. "Listen carefully Dean. I didn't fire you because I feel threatened, no, I fired you because your lazy and you spend more time cheating on your wife then you do in your office. And if you say another word, Harry here is going to have your ass thrown out. Okay?" Harry turned his head at surprise to Hermione. "Another word, and you are going out of here with an armed escort and Harry will film it on his camera phone. He'll put it on that website. What's it called?"

"Wizardtube." Harry said

"Yes that. And do you want that. No I didn't think so." She turned and walked back to her office. "Have them take the breakfront into my office. I also need you to work this weekend."

"Fine, wait, this weekend?" Harry asked disappointed

"Yay, you have a problem with that." She retorted.

"No it's fine, just my grandma's 90th birthday and I was going to head up to visit them. But its fine I'll cancel. You just saved me from a weekend of misery." He replied sarcastically. Hermione just walked in to her office ignoring him. "Yay, nice talking to you to." He said to her retreating back.