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Leveraging Hermione	By : MariaTeresaQuintanar Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 4593 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Four

            They all looked at the picture of the woman in stunned silence, as they read her information. Hermione Jean Granger was a member of an anti-terrorist organization out of the U.K.. It was in connection to M.I.6 and did business with Interpol. It had them all looking at the woman in a different light.
            “If this is true, what is she doing here in the U.S.?” Sophie asked of them all. “Who is she hunting here and why was she at that party?” When she didn’t get an answer, she looked over to Nate. “What can we do?”
            “Nothing,” he murmured. “It’s not our business. We have to take care of getting the money back. If Montgomery is shown to be the thief and overall fraud that he is at the same time, so much the better. But we can’t help with this.”
            There was a knocking on the door. Frowning Eliot went over to answer it to find no one standing there. He was about to say as much, but then he saw that the van was in its usual parking space.
            “The van’s back,” he said, about to close the door only to have Hardison running out to go to it.
            “My baby!” he exclaimed, flopping on the hood and attempting to hug it as best as he could.
            “That’s just sad, man,” Eliot told him, passing by him to help out making a visual inspection of the vehicle. “Real sad.”
            They went over it with a fine toothed comb and found everything in its place. It had been Hardison that noticed it first.
            “Is that new car smell?” he asked, just as he took note that the stain he had left the week before when he had spilt his drink gone. “Oh my God! They had my Lucille detailed!”
            It was Eliot that looked over to Nate, who was standing outside next to the front passinger seat where the hitter was reclining. “This puppy has been cleaned from stem to stern.”
            “Someone borrowed the van,” Parker said, bouncing on her toes as she looked the interior over. “They took it, did what they needed, cleaned it up, and brought it back.”
            “Why this van?” Nate asked, but then ended up answering his own question. “Because they knew we wouldn’t call the police.”
            “That makes sense,” Sophie said, looking at everything. “Did they leave a message of some sort? A thank you, if you will?”
            “I haven’t found anything,” Hardison said.
            Eliot looked at the outside of the glove box, wondering if there could or would be anything there to find. He popped it open only to have a scrap of cloth falling out into his hand. Turning it, he looked it over and saw in delicate hand stitching the letters H.J.G. sewn into it. He ended up smiling to himself, as he sniffed it and found that it carried the scent of lavender, citrus, and cinnamon—just like the woman herself.
            “What’s that?” Parker asked him.
            “Handkerchief.” The smile gone, he stuffed it into his pocket, and got out of the van. “I forgot it in here the last time we went out.” When Nate looked at him puzzled. “No big deal. It happens.”
            “That was a lady’s…” Sophie started.
            “So okay! I got it from a lady and left it in there! So sue me!” he snapped and left.
            “That was weird,” Parker said. “And you know coming from me that means something.”
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            Hermione arrived to the observation room fresh from the mediwitch in time to see Harry lose his cool and storm out of interogation. Letting out a long sigh, she followed him out and up to where he had begun to go to escape from the job. Once she was up on the roof, she went over to stand next to her friend as he looked out over the city.
            “If we can’t find him in time…”
            “We will,” she assured him quietly.
            “But if we can’t…”
            “If we can’t, more will die.” He looked to her sharply. “I’m not sugar coating it any more than you want me to. Dolohov will kill as many as he can and we both know it.” She stepped closer, her amber eyes going hard. “But we’ll get him just like all the others. And when we’re done, we move on.”
            He nodded to this but said nothing for a time, staring out to the beauty that was Boston at night. Taking a deep breath, he asked, “Have you ever thought about what you’d do once we were finished with this?”
            “Sure,” she said. “I’ve done that a lot of times. Sometimes it was the only thing keeping me going.”
            He nodded to this. “Me too.” Taking a deep breath he rushed out with, “As soon as we’re done with this, I plan on asking Ginny to marry me.”
            Smiling, she said, “It’s about time.”
            That had him blushing. “Dolohov’s the last.”
            This had her nodding slowly. “He’s it.”
            He watched her covertly. “Are you going to get back together with Ron?”
            Looking at him in disbelief, she asked, “Are you mad?” Crossing her arms over her chest, she looked out to the city once again. “There’s no way that’s going to happen. Ever.”
            “Oh,” he said, sounding like a wounded little boy rather than the grown man she knew him to be.
            “Knock it off, Harry,” she told him. “Just because you think Ron’s the one for me, doesn’t mean you’re right.” She took a long, deep breath. “How has the questioning been going?”
            “Nowhere,” he complained, his voice sounding tight with anger. “That sonofvabitch is no better now than he was when we were in school.”
            “Let me give it a shot?” she asked him.
            Grinning he said, “By all means do.”
            Five minutes later, she was slipping into the interrogation room with Nott. The man sat up straighter, as she went over and sat across from him. She looked at him covertly, seeing the reluctant respect there in his face. But she also saw something else—fear. She might be able to get some answers out of him yet.
            “Theo, how I wish we would stop meeting like this,” she murmured, not bothering to hide the fact she was watching him at that point. “All I had wanted was a civil conversation.” He swallowed thickly and nervously. “We’ve been so in the past. What’s stopping you now?”
            “I-I can’t…I swear to you if I could…”
            “Right, because you’re just such great friends with Antonin Dolohov?” the sarcasm was dripping from her words.
            Swallowing thickly. “I-I made an Unbreakable vow! I couldn’t talk to you even if I wanted to!”
            She nodded slowly to this. Getting to her feet, she said, “I want every word in that vow, Nott. Leave nothing out of it.”
            “There’s no loophole! I’ve tried to think of one!”
            Leaning over him, she told him in an unyielding voice, “Well, let’s try one more time, shall we?”
TBC...
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