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How To Train Your Auror	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7512 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I am phenomenal
With every ounce of my blood
With every breath in my lungs
Won't stop until I'm phe-no-menal
I am phenomenal
However long that it takes
I'll go to whatever lengths
It's gonna make me a monster though
I am phenomenal
But I would never say, 'Oh, it's impossible'
Cause I'm born to be phenomenal
"Phenomenal" by Eminem
"Harry, I need your permission to kiss you."
Harry Potter choked on his morning cuppa and spit it out all over his cinnamon raisin bagel. He peered up through his spectacles and wiped his chin. "Come again? Sorry Hermione, it sounded like you said you said you needed to kiss me."
"That's because I did," Hermione replied, nodding her head curtly.
Harry stood up from his desk and said in a hushed tone, "Look, Mione, you're great and all -really, you are – but I'm married. To your other best friend. Or have you gotten one too many knocks to the head during your training?"
"I'm completely aware of that, Harry."
Red flushed over his cheeks. Hermione rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips. "It's purely for scientific reasons. I think Greg cursed me."
Harry's demeanor changed instantly. His back straightened and he set his chin strong and forward. "That's serious, Mione. Have you talked to the Minister about this? You could an investigation launched on him if he-"
"I don't know what he did yet," she told him, rubbing her wrists absent mindedly. Her heart slammed nervously in her chest; she knew he wasn't going to like what he heard next. "When I went to have my date with Draco on Saturday-" Harry cringed, eyes closing momentarily, but she continued, "It burned every time I tried to kiss him."
Harry's eyes pride back open. "It's Malfoy, Hermione. Are you sure it's not just your guilt manifesting?"
"Harry Potter." She glared at him, and he sighed.
"Fine. What do you mean it burned?"
"It felt as if my lips were on fire every single time our lips even came close to each other. Then they tingle every time I mention Greg's name." As if on cue, her lips sensationalized with a cooling prickle. "He tried to kiss me on our date, and I think he used some spell to make sure I can't kiss Draco. I need to compare kisses to see if it is simply Draco, or anyone else. It will determine how to approach him on the matter."
"You want to approach him? Look, I can get you a meeting with the Minister by noon. Don't handle this yourself."
"First, let's see what we're dealing with." She slipped her arms down to her sides and puckered out her lips. Harry glanced around the busy office and rubbed the back of his messy hair.
"Maybe we could… erm… do this somewhere… a bit more… private…"
Hermione's eyes widened. She had been so caught up in figuring out how the spell worked to actually take into account that they were standing in the Auror office, surrounded by witnesses. She laughed nervously and nodded. "Yes. That sounds like an idea."
Harry nodded and led her out of the office. He flexed his sweaty hands as he approached a nearby broom closet and twisted open the door handle. "I'm not going to get a chewing out from a certain blonde-haired prat, am I?"
"No. Draco knows."
"And what about Ginny?"
"Yes, she knows too."
Harry gulped and they both slid inside. Hermione cast a quick lumos spell with the tip of her wand and lit up the closet. There was just enough space for both of them to fit in, surrounded by cleaners, brooms, and some empty potion vials. The space between them was minimal, and Hermione swore she could hear Harry's heart beat wildly in his chest.
"Are you so detested by the idea of kissing me?"
"It's not that," Harry pushed his glasses up his nose and licked his lips nervously. "I'm just thinking what Ron would say if-" But he didn't get a chance to finish the sentence because Hermione hooked her fingers through his work tie and jerked him down to her level before she pushed her lips forcefully onto his. They were a bit wet, and softer than she thought they would be, but not a single bit of pain consumed her. Interesting. She held it just a moment longer (just to make sure) and released him. Harry stumbled backwards into the potion vials on a rickety shelf and knocked one to the floor. It cracked and bounced beneath their feet, but Hermione wasn't too worried about it. She couldn't help but attempt to stifle a laugh at her best friend; his glasses were askew (probably from falling backwards), his hair looked like it was standing on end, and his cheeks were a brilliant shade of scarlet.
"Are you alright?" She giggled.
"I… yeah, I'm fine…" He struggled to stand straight again and fixed his tie. "You're a better kisser than I thought you'd be."
"Thanks?"
They both laughed in the dimly lit closet, the awkwardness disintegrating before them. Harry pushed his glasses back up his nose. "Well? What's the verdict?"
"It's what I feared. It's only when I kiss Draco."
"So what does that mean?"
"It means," Hermione chewed on her lower lip in thought, "That Greg Diggle knows about my relationship with Draco."
"That complicates things…"
"Understatement of a lifetime, Harry." She tapped her foot while she analyzed her results. "If he knows about that, what else does he know? Could he possibly suspect your investigation?"
Harry narrowed his eyes. "I doubt it. He probably just suspects you and Malfoy. You two aren't as subtle as you might think."
"Around you," Hermione chided, "But you might have a point. There's no reason to jump to conclusions until we can assess the situation entirely."
"And exactly what do you plan to do? Just walk
right up to Diggle and demand he remove the spell?"
"That's exactly what I'm going to do."
"Hermione, that's dangerous."
"Well, he won't try anything if we're in the Ministry, will he? I'll just tell him that it's when I kiss anyone."
"Hermione, I'm serious. Wait. -I'm still running the search on Cane's tattoo. If we can obtain an ID, we might be able to have clearer evidence to support our theories on Diggle's association with him."
Hermione didn't much like the idea of waiting, but nodded in agreement. "Fine. But I want you to know- I'm out. There's no more dating Greg Diggle. After what he's done to me, I want no part in this."
"Alright, Hermione." Harry agreed. "Alright. You've been a big help with this. I won't force you into anything anymore."
"Thank you." She reached up, relieved, and messed his hair up a bit. They scrambled out of the broom closet, fixed their robes, and smiled to one another. "You know, Harry, with a bit of work you could be just as good of a kisser as me."
"If I weren't married and you weren't you, I'd prove you wrong on that." He gave her a lopsided smile. "But as it were, I'll just let you know I wasn't giving it my all."
"I'm sure you weren't." She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "Thank you, Harry."
"Sure. Any time?" He laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his head. "On second thought, no. Don't ask me that again. You're like my sister."
"I practically am." She waved as she started away down the hall. "I'll be seeing you, Harry!" As she rounded the corner, Hermione burst into full blown laughs. She couldn't help but wonder what Ron would have said. Or better yet, what the expression on his face would have been.
Class started punctually, as usual, and Greg Diggle set to work on the class brewing a complicated potion to counteract a variety of poisons. Dean was paired up with Hermione, since Draco was a week suspended, and he gave her a giant grin as she began to crack open her textbook.
"Hello." He chirped.
"Hello." Hermione raised an eyebrow. "You're in an exceptionally cheerful mood this morning."
"I guess it's just nice pairing up with you. Not that I don't enjoy Malfoy, but I feel like we hardly get any real time to just chat, you know? He's always brooding or smarting off."
Her lips turned up in a reflective, sideways smile. "He is, isn't he?"
"So he's not here today. I take it he got suspended?"
"For an entire week."
"Blimey. Greg's already back in class."
"Well, Draco did throw the first punch."
"True, true." Dean cracked open his text book and began to read out loud. "There's a mess of ingredients here. I'll be right back." He stood up from his table and strolled over to the worker's table set up at the right side of the class to collect ingredients. Diggle spotted an opportunity and, much to Hermione's chagrin, advanced to her table.
"Hello, Miss Granger."
"Hello, Auror Diggle."
"Nice day we're having."
"Indeed." She stared hard at the book in front of her, avoiding his steady gaze. Diggle crouched down next to her and sat a hand next to hers, but never touching it.
"I'd like to speak with you on lunch."
"Sorry. Can't." She cut crisply with her words. "Dean and I are having lunch together."
"We are?" Dean asked, approaching the table. He set down three different vials, two batches of herbs, and a holly tree root.
"Yes." She jerked her head over to him and insisted with her eyes. "We are."
"Right…" He nodded slowly, catching her tone. "Sorry mate, we planned it out for a while. Just the two of us."
"Well, perhaps you could spare a moment before? I'd like to discuss something with you. Very urgent."
His fingers slid closer to hers, and she jerked her hands under the table. "Of course, Auror Diggle. But only for a moment before."
"Of course." He nodded and left her and Dean. Hermione sighed a breath of relief, and Dean muttered under his breath so no one would hear.
"What was that about?"
"Long story. Tell you later." She lied, knowing she wouldn't.
"Is it because of you and Malfoy?" Dean muttered, putting on a good show of pretending to set the ingredients up. Really he was just turning them this way and that. Hermione tried to control her widening eyes.
"Was it that obvious?"
"Not really," Dean replied quietly, now flipping through his book to random pages, "But I remember the look you used to give Ron our sixth year. It's the same one you use when you talk about Malfoy."
"Is it?" She cursed silently to herself.
"S'alright, you know." Dean smiled over to her and pretended to point at something in her book. "I think we were all wrong about him. Underneath all that arrogance, he's an alright bloke."
"Thanks, Dean."
"Yeah, Hermione. No problem. Just let Greg down easy, yeah?"
"Yeah…"
They spent the remainder of the morning actually focusing on the project at hand, which alleviated much of her stress. They were the second to finish, but the first to succeed. Simmons and his partner had made a yellow looking concoction that gave off a foul odor of rotten eggs. Dean and Hermione's was a brilliant shade of copper that smelled like cooked carrots.
When the lunch bell rang, Dean gathered up his things and said, "You really want to have lunch together?"
"No," she replied quietly, "I'm going to go visit Draco, if that's alright. But should Greg ask…"
"Yeah, no problem." He smiled and said loudly, "Right. See you in a few." He gave her a wink and set off with his book bag strapped over his shoulder. When the entire class had filtered out, Hermione sat quietly and waited as Diggle scribbled something on a parchment with a plumed feather quill.
"Anything on your mind, Hermione?" He asked. She furrowed her eyebrows together.
"You asked me here, sir. Not the other way around."
"So I'm sir now?" He sat down his quill and raised his face to look at her. "Was our date really that bad? One moment we were having fun, and the next thing I know, you want to go home. What exactly did I do wrong?"
"You and I both know the answer to that."
"We do?"
Hermione knew she had promised Harry to wait. She knew it, deep down inside. So she bit down her tongue and simply glared.
"Tell me, Hermione. Answer my question."
The tingle that had played on her lips all weekend returned, but this time her mouth opened and words shot out against her will. "I know that you cursed me." Her hands flew up to her mouth and her eyes nearly burst out of her skull. Diggle sat back in his chair, smirking.
"Uncover your mouth, Miss Granger. Continue. Please."
Her hands felt like weights as they fell to her lap, and her mouth started up again. "You used Gray Magic on me and spelled me to want to kiss you." Fear gripped her heart. Why was she saying this? What could possibly possess her to do the things that Diggle willed her to without an Imperius curse?
"Anything else?"
She bit down hard on her tongue, but it didn't stop her from speaking. All it did was swell it up. "You prevented me from kissing Draco."
"And there it is." Diggle rose from his chair, and Hermione made to stand too until he said, "Stay seated." Her legs fell down into the chair. "Tell me, Hermione, did you really think I wouldn't catch on? Did you think you were fooling anyone by batting your pretty little eyelashes?" He stalked around his desk and sat down on top of Hermione's, framing her body with each of his legs at her shoulders. With a flick of his finger, he locked the door. Oh God, Hermione thought silently. "I didn't become second in command of the Auror division for batting my pretty little eyelashes. -Oh, but don't get me wrong. I still very much like you. It takes guts to try to pull one over on me. Matzi. And you've got an awful lot of that." He leaned forward and touched the tip of his nose to hers. Hermione pulled back, straining her neck to avoid his touch.
"So you've known…" She whispered, trying to reach for her wand in her book bag subtly. Her arms still weighed heavily against her, and it was difficult to find the will to move them freely. "How long?"
"For a while now." His green eyes glistened under the fluorescent lights of the room. "It still baffles me how you can pass up affections for me, but you can find them for an insufferable twit such as Draco."
"You're wrong about him." She struggled to pull her hand lower than her knee, but it was as if the gravity her arms felt was holding it against her. As if sensing this, Diggle smirked and reached down to her book bag, bringing it into his lap.
"Oh, your wand? You won't be needing that." He plucked it from the first pocket and held it out in front of her eyes. "But if it makes you feel any better, I'll let you have it. On one condition. You aren't to use it on me, or to contact any of your friends to help you escape. Is that clear?"
Hermione was going to lie, but there was a heavy feeling in her chest, and an idea forced itself into her head and stayed there. She would not harm Greg Diggle, or try to use her magic to wave down her friends. Whatever this magic was, it was strong, and it meant business. She nodded and Greg allowed her to slip her fingers around her wand and set it in her lap.
A knock came to the Malfoy Manor door. Draco, who had taken to reading a book in one of the lounges in the den, perked his head up and set his book down. "She's late…" He grumbled. "Why on Earth didn't she just use the floo?"
He gave a long stretch as he stood and walked lazily to the front door. When he jerked it open, what he saw was not at all what he expected. "Can I help you gentlemen?" He sneered.
"You are vile," she told him.
Diggle arched an eyebrow. "Am I? I'm not the one who stole files from somebody's desk while they weren't looking. I'd like those back, if it's all the same to you."
"I don't have them," she answered honestly.
"No. I don't suppose you do. But your little boyfriend…" Diggle glanced up towards the door, where full blown shouting could be heard. "Oh dear. Right on schedule. Shall we go see, Hermione?" He slipped off of the desk. "Come, Hermione. Not a word now." Hermione was forced out of her chair by the magic in her blood and followed Diggle to the door. He unlocked it and ushered her out into the hallway. A ways down were two muscular Aurors dragging someone in by the arms.
"Get your hands off of me!" The person shouted. "I swear to fucking MERLIN HIMSELF I'LL HAVE THE LOT OF YOU THROWN IN AZKABAN!"
A tuft of white blonde hair peeked out from between the two gentlemen, and Hermione's heart sank deep down into her stomach. She wanted to scream out for them to stop, but her mouth stayed perfectly closed as commanded.
One of the Aurors noticed Diggle and shouted down the hall to him, "You were right, Diggle! Had the files sitting on his counter, the stupid sod!"
"Just as I feared," Diggle smirked, resting a hand on the back of Hermione's spine. "I'm sorry to tell you this, Miss Granger, but your partner is a thief."
"Fuck!" Draco flung wildly, but as they came bounding down the hall, Hermione could see cuffs bound to his hands, no doubt the kind that diffused magic. When he caught sight of Hermione, his face scrunched up in frustration and concern. "Hermione! Hermione, what the bloody Hell is going on?"
'Stop!' She tried to shout, but no words came. Diggle grinned as one of the Aurors stunned Draco, causing him to fall slack against them. His head hung low, but he hadn't been knocked completely out. Not just yet. He stared up at Diggle through hooded slits.
"Take him to holding cell three. I'll deal with him momentarily." He turned to Hermione, placing a hand on each of her shoulders. The way he stood blocked off the two Aurors and Draco, so that they were forced to watch as he scooped her up into a vicious hug. "I know that this is a lot to handle, Miss Granger. So if you need to cry, I'm here for you."
Hermione, without prompting, let a tear fall down her cheek. She didn't fear for herself as much as she did for Draco, and that frightened her. She slid her eyes over to Draco's, pleading with him. 'I can't help it. I didn't turn you in.'
Draco stared back at her, eyes enraged, though at Diggle or Hermione she couldn't tell for sure. She knew the words wouldn't come, so she settled on waving her fingers down at her sides. Draco glanced down at them, then back up to her. As Diggle pulled away from the hug, he wiped a tear away and moved so that the Aurors could pass.
"Miss Granger," He said to Hermione, "I know how traumatizing this all must be. Take the rest of the day off. Go home. Wait for me. I'll brief you soon." He leaned over and whispered in her ear as Draco was dragged away and out of view, "And not a word of our conversation to anyone, do you hear?"
She gulped, nodding.
"Say 'Yes, sir.'"
"Yes, sir." She cringed.
"Oh, and do stop crying. It really looks quite wrong on you."
Her tears dried up instantly, but she wished for the life of her they'd return. She wanted to grieve. She wanted to scream.
"Don't worry about your boyfriend, Miss Granger," Diggle said as he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "I'll take good care of him." He smirked, planted a kiss on her forehead, and strolled off down the hall with his hands in his pockets. As he neared the corner, he turned back and grinned for only a moment, and Hermione swore his eyes gleamed a boding shade of black.
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