Revelations by Alison

Rating: R
Genres: Romance, Action & Adventure
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 4
Published: 02/06/2003
Last Updated: 14/06/2003
Status: In Progress

Harry and his fellow members of the Order of the Phoenix are hot on the trail of Gideon,
Voldemort's elusive successor. When this mysterious figure kidnaps Hermione, realizations
abound as the Trio embarks on what may be the adventure of their lives.




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Thanks to my reliable beta, **Joyce Cohen**! (Go read her fics, they�re great!) This fic
wouldn�t be what it is without her help. ^_^
**Revelations**
Harry Potter sighed and trudged up the stone steps leading to his home. He had had a rough day
at work and, to tell the truth, wasn�t feeling all that well. He hoped Hermione would have some
sort of remedy up her sleeve. Knowing her, she would. Harry was thankful for that; his head was
pounding.

The sight of the house in front of him considerably cheered him up. He, Ron, and Hermione had
purchased the grand Tudor almost immediately after graduating from Hogwarts. It was a large house,
but not so large that it wasn�t homey. Boasting five large bedrooms, seven bathrooms, and ample
living space, they had plenty of room to have guests over - and they usually did. They had even
dubbed the family room the "Common Room" in honor of their Hogwarts days.

Upon taking up Herbology, Hermione had planted many gardens, inside and out. Her prettiest ones
were located on the rear grounds. The grounds in the back of the house were extensive, including a
gazebo, greenhouses, and a large pond. Harry and Ron had taken it upon themselves to install a
regulation-sized Quidditch pitch. "If you can have your gardens," they had tried to
reason with her, "then we can have a Quidditch pitch." She had ignored them and left to
go to work.

Harry laughed at the memory of Hermione�s face when she had come home and seen the pitch in the
back of the house. She had been surprised, to say the least. "You weren�t supposed to actually
install one!" she had gasped. "I thought you were just teasing! Honestly, I can�t leave
you two alone for more than a few hours without coming home to find something like...something
like...*this*."

Harry pushed open the front door. "I�m home," he called, hanging his cloak in the
front closet. He set his bag down and walked over to the doorway of the Common Room. "Anybody
home?"

"Oh! Harry! I didn�t hear you." Harry turned around. Hermione�s head was sticking out
of the kitchen door; her hair arranged in a messy pile on top. She had flour streaks across her
face and was wiping something that looked like marinara sauce off onto her apron. She grinned at
him. "How was work?"

Harry walked towards her, rubbing his forehead. "Not very good. I have a migraine. Got
something for me?" Hermione turned and walked back into the kitchen. Harry followed.

As Hermione rummaged around in the cabinets for a potion, Harry looked around the kitchen. There
was food on every counter, and she had four different pots bubbling on the stovetop. "What are
you making?" he asked, dipping a piece of bread into one of the pots. "Mmm...tastes good
so far."

Hermione turned around. "Here it is--Harry! What are you doing?" She crossed the large
kitchen and handed him the potion. "Drink this, and stop taste-testing the food."

Harry grinned. "I wanted to know what it was, and you didn�t answer me. Whatever it is,
it�s really good."

Hermione smiled at him as she neatly cut vegetables and dropped them into the salad bowl.
"Well, I�m making a salad, and then for the main course I�m making spaghetti and meatballs. I
put in a hamburger pie, too, if anyone wants some of that."

Harry leaned against the counter, finishing his piece of bread. "What about
dessert?"

Hermione laughed. "I don�t know, maybe I won�t make any." Harry�s jaw dropped.

Every night save Fridays, Hermione and Harry prepared dinner for the household. Granted, it was
only the three of them, but it was something fun to do. Harry, Hermione, and Ron all had day jobs,
so dinner was a time when they could catch up with each other.

Harry was most famous for his main courses, and Hermione made fabulous desserts. Ron...well, Ron
couldn�t cook if his life depended on it. He usually liked to hang around taste-testing whatever
Harry or Hermione were making.

"You aren�t making dessert?" Harry asked her, disbelievingly. "You have to make
dessert!"

Hermione laughed at his expression. "Of course I�m making dessert. There�s two different
pies in the oven right now." Harry relaxed. "So, how�s *Lenore*?" Hermione
asked, trying and failing to mask her mocking tone.

Harry sighed. "I don�t really know what you have against her, but it doesn�t matter anyway.
I broke up with her."

Hermione�s head snapped up. She stared at him as she stirred the sauce. "You did
*what*?"

Harry returned the look. "You heard me right. I broke up with her. She made an awful scene,
she did."

Hermione looked torn as to be happy or sympathetic. "Why did you break up with her? You two
have been going out for so long. I mean, she was so very nice...to every guy on the street,
beautiful, not very intelligent, shallow, ditzy...why on earth would you dump *her*? It�s not
like she was after your *money* or anything."

Harry groaned. "All right, all right. I know how you feel about her; you don�t have to rub
it in. I just did some thinking and decided that you were probably right about the money thing. I
mean, every time we went on a date she asked if there would be reporters there. I don�t really know
why I went out with her in the first place."

Hermione grinned. "She�s beautiful, anyone can see that." She reached for another pot,
and carried it over to the sink to drain it.

Harry watched her. "Yes, I suppose. Always right, you are. Well, no matter, I never shagged
her anyway."

Hermione snorted. "Thanks for sharing that information, Harry. I�m sure Ron will love to
hear that. He was always wondering why you didn�t give any details."

Harry laughed. "Not like I�d tell him anyway. I�m not a man to kiss and tell." He
smirked at her, leaning on one side against the counter. Hermione stifled a laugh.

"Right."

Harry feigned a look of mock anger. "You don�t believe me, Granger? When would I ever lie
to you?"

Placing the pot back onto the stove, she smirked at him. "Never. You would never lie to me,
Harry." She reached for yet another pan and began stirring. "Unless it was for Ron�s or
your own benefit."

He laughed. "Okay, okay. You got me there. Since you took up my role with dinner, is there
anything I can do to help?" he asked, walking over to Hermione�s side.

She turned her head to look at him, attempting to blow a piece of hair out of her face at the
same time. Harry reached over and gently tucked it behind her ear.

Hermione stuttered, "Err...you can take the meatballs out of the oven. They�re just about
ready to go into the sauce, second burner from the left."

Harry nodded and crossed the room to the stove, pulling on oven mitts as he went. Hermione let
out the breath she had been holding and turned back to the pot she was stirring.

"Why didn�t you go to work today, anyway?" Harry questioned, leaning into the oven. He
retrieved the meatballs and carried them over to the sauce, as Hermione had instructed.

"I don�t know. I didn�t feel like going in--"

Harry cut her off with a grin. "Hermione Granger *didn�t feel* like going in to
work?"

She scowled at him. "I was tired, that�s all. And besides, I haven�t taken a day off since
I started working at St. Mungo�s, you know that. I just needed a break."

Harry laughed. "Okay. How are things at work, anyhow?"

Hermione shrugged. "Good, I guess. Nothing interesting."

Harry nodded. There were a few moments of silence, then Hermione spoke up. "Would you mind
cutting the Italian bread? It�s over near the sink," she nodded over her shoulder.

Harry walked over and picked up the bread and a knife, returning to sit at the island across
from Hermione, who was now stirring two pots at once.

He looked up from cutting the bread as the front door opened and shut.

"I�m home!" a voice bellowed. Within seconds Ron was in the kitchen, sniffing the air.
"What�s that heavenly smell?"

Harry snorted. "You look like a Niffler."

"Hello, Ron, how was work?" Hermione glared at Harry.

Ron punched Harry in the shoulder playfully. "Hallo, mates. Work was good today," he
winked. "Guess who my new boss is?"

Ron worked for Quality Quidditch Supplies and had recently been promoted to assistant manager.
"Who?" Harry asked. He very well knew who it was, but wanted to hear Ron say it.

Ron grabbed a piece of bread from Harry and dunked it into the saucepot.
"*Jill*." He closed his eyes appreciatively as he bit into the bread. "Mmm,
Herm, this is delicious."

Hermione�s head snapped up. "What is it with you two?" she huffed. "Can�t you
wait until dinner to eat the food?"

Harry laughed. "Hey, maybe she�ll ask you out on a hot date," he said to Ron, both of
them paying Hermione no attention.

Ron grinned, waggling his eyebrows. "Maybe. Hey, maybe we could double date!" he
added, excited. He looked from Harry to Hermione. "You guys could come along with Jill and
me!"

Harry stared at Ron, while Hermione flushed a deep red and busied herself with yet another
bubbling pot. "Oh, I don�t know, Ron..."

"Oh, c�mon! It�ll be loads of fun! We can go out dancing and then out to eat!" Ron
urged them, seemingly oblivious to his friends� discomfort. "Okay, well think about it,
then."

Harry nodded and brought the bread bowl over to the table. Hermione followed with the spaghetti
and meatballs.

The three sat down to eat in amicable chatter, not noticing the furtive looks that Harry kept
sneaking at Hermione when he thought no one was looking...except Ron.
*****

Harry took a deep breath. Glancing about him again, he reached out a hand and confidently
knocked on the door. As he waited for someone to answer, he surveyed the house in front of him.

It was a run-down, abandoned shack. It was also the current headquarters for the remaining Death
Eaters.

After Harry defeated Voldemort, his followers hadn�t given up. They had regrouped, and were
currently being led by a man who called himself Gideon. Constantly moving around, it hadn�t been
too hard for them to evade capture. Yet.

The Ministry did not believe that there was still a threat and therefore did not allow any
Aurors to investigate the obvious Death Eater attacks on certain cities, mostly in England and
Scotland and some elsewhere. Because of this, Albus Dumbledore had regrouped the Order of the
Phoenix once again. Consisting of Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher, Severus Snape, Sirius Black,
Remus Lupin, Harry Potter, and Dumbledore himself, the group united of some of the most powerful
wizards in the entire magical world.

As footsteps neared the door, Harry quickly pointed his wand directly ahead of him. Comforted in
knowing that the rest of the Order was hidden around him, Harry smirked at the Death Eater who
flung it open. "It�s about time, where were you? Gideon--"

The Death Eater�s face quickly lost all its color. Dumbledore had intentionally planned their
attack on the day of the Death Eaters� monthly meeting, knowing that they would be easily granted
access. The Death Eaters would more than likely not be too cautious about opening the door,
assuming that the newcomer would be just another of them.

"*Stupefy*," Harry said quietly, and turned to motion to Sirius, Remus, and
Snape. They crept forward out of the shadows, and followed Harry over the body and into the house.
Looking around, they heard voices coming from a back room. *Perfect*, Harry thought. The rest
of the Order was waiting by the back entrance for a signal.

Snape quickly went ahead of Harry, stepping into the back kitchen. He silently opened the door,
letting the rest of the Order in. Quietly splitting into two groups, they surrounded the room where
the meeting was being held. Fletcher nodded, giving the signal, and Arabella Figg stepped through
the doorway into the room.

"Why, hello boys," she said cheerfully, aiming her wand at the group of utterly
shocked faces. "If you�re looking for Goyle, he won�t be returning to this meeting. But, I did
bring some friends that would love to hear what you�re all about." She grinned, and all at
once, the room was filled with Order members.

Within minutes, the entire group of Death Eaters was Stunned or in a full Body-Bind on the
floor. Sirius looked around. "Where the hell is Gideon?"

Mundungus Fletcher let out a frustrated yell. "You mean, we went through all of this and he
isn�t even here?" Notorious for his moodiness, Mundungus was one of the most aggressive in the
group. He reached down and grabbed a Death Eater by the front of his robes. "Where is
he?" he roared.

The Death Eater stared blankly at him. Harry hid a snigger, and said carefully, "Mundungus,
he can�t speak - he�s Stunned."

"Oh, yeah," Fletcher said gruffly. "Well, there isn�t anything we can do about
Gideon. Round up the remaining Death Eaters, and let�s get out of here."

Arabella and Sirius went back to get the Death Eaters that were lying stunned outside, while
Harry helped Fletcher, Lupin and Snape Apparate the rest of them back to their Quarters.

Albus Dumbledore sat at his desk, filling out paperwork and talking to Fawkes. "Wonder how
they�re doing?" he asked the phoenix. Suddenly, Remus Lupin appeared in his office. Albus
grinned. "How did you do?"

"Sorry, Albus, we were too late for Gideon," Remus said regretfully. "But we were
able to take the entire group of Death Eaters that were present at the meeting into
custody."

Dumbledore sighed. "That�s all right. We can use the group that you just brought back for
information regarding Gideon�s whereabouts and plans." As Remus left his office, Dumbledore
sat back down in his chair slowly.

Gideon needed to be found. *Before* he could carry out his latest plan...Dumbledore shook
his head. He hadn�t told anyone of what he had learned. He couldn�t afford for Harry to know; Harry
would simply lose control. And Dumbledore knew that by telling one person the information, Harry
would find out soon enough, through word of mouth. He just could not afford for that to happen.

Harry Potter had had quite enough sorrow for one lifetime, in Dumbledore�s opinion. He sincerely
hoped that he would be able to prevent any more befalling the poor boy.




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The sun shone brightly through the roof of the greenhouse. Humming to herself, Hermione stepped
over a stray creeping vine. She carefully made her way to the Mandrakes, hoping that they were
mature. St. Mungo's had just flooed her, asking when they would be ready. Due to a recent
Death-Eater attack on Cragshire, there were a handful of petrified patients that needed the
potion.

Hermione Granger worked as a botanist, supplying different hospitals and facilities with a
variety of plants. She also lectured at Hogwarts occasionally and usually spoke at the graduations.
Contrary to what everyone had assumed, she hadn't taken up a teaching job at Hogwarts.

Placing a pair of earmuffs snuggly over her ears, she reached out and grasped the closest
Mandrake and pulled. She scrunched up her face, grimacing. Hermione quickly examined the wailing
creature in her hand, praying that it wouldn't bite her. She needed to buy a new pair of dragon
hide gloves. Hastily sticking it back into its pot and putting away her earmuffs, she headed back
into the house and towards the front study.

"Sorry, Doug, they aren't ready yet. Tell Kate that they'll probably be mature in
two weeks or so." She flashed a smile at her colleague. Doug was one of her co-workers and was
seemingly in love with Hermione, perhaps on the borderline of obsession.

In fact, Harry despised him. "You're too good for him," he often said, irritated.
"He practically breathes down your neck, Herm, he's obsessed. It's unhealthy. And
he's much too happy for his own good. You deserve someone better." Hermione had laughed at
this, saying that Harry didn't make any sense and was just jealous. She would always turn away
too soon, though, to see his face redden after this accusation.

Doug grinned. "That's ok, even if they aren’t ready, it still gave me an excuse to see
you." With a wink, his head disappeared in the flames. The minute he left, Hermione fell back
into a chair and put her head in her hands. Why wouldn't that man give up?

Suddenly, the front door slammed. "I'm home!" a voice called. Hermione's head
snapped up, grinning ear to ear. She jumped out of her chair and ran into the front foyer in record
time.

A familiar mop of messy black hair was bent over the post, thumbing through it.

Hermione laughed. "Harry!"

He looked up. Upon seeing Hermione, his face broke out into a grin. He dropped the post and
swept her up in his arms. "Hey, Herm! I missed you."

She buried her head in his chest. "I missed you too." Then she looked up at him
expectantly. "Well? How did it go?"

"Rather well. We actually took the Death Eaters into custody pretty quickly; it was finding
them that took two weeks. You know, with Crabbe and Goyle leading them, it shouldn't have even
taken us *that* long," he said, slightly angry with himself.

Hermione shook her head. "Don't be like that, Harry, you got them and that's what
counts," She kissed him on the cheek. "Harry saves the world again! Come on, let's go
make a celebration dinner—we haven't had a real meal since you've been gone."

Harry smiled as she tugged him towards the kitchen. "I'm cooking my own celebratory
dinner?"

She laughed. "You think having Ron cook is a good idea?"

Flipping on the Wireless, he looked over at Hermione. "What do you want to make?"

She looked thoughtful. "Hmm...oh! How about that pasta dish we made a few weeks ago? That
was delicious!" With a flick of her wand, ingredients began to assemble themselves on the
counter. A few pots filled themselves with water and hopped over to the stove, beginning to
boil.

Harry watched this all, amused. There was nobody quite like Hermione, that much was for sure.
And he wouldn't have it any other way. He suddenly remembered something.

"Hey, Herm," He called over to her. "I brought you back something."

She sighed. "Harry, you shouldn't have gotten me anything. You were supposed to be on a
mission, not shopping."

"Well, I bought it after, on the way home. And if you don't like it, I'll just
return it," he said, slightly miffed.

Hermione smiled at him. "It's all right, Harry. I'm sure I'll love it."
She finished tying her apron, then walked over to him.

"All right," he said, reaching into his bag. "You must pretend to like them! For
the sake of my ego." He flashed a grin at her, and produced a small package.

Wiping her hands off on her apron, Hermione took the bag from Harry. "Oh!" she cried,
delighted. "I was just thinking that I needed a new pair of these earlier!" She pulled
out a pair of dragon hide gloves, and smiled widely.

"Good, I hoped you'd like them." Harry said, pleased. He smiled as she tried them
on, admiring them.

"These will be wonderful for dealing with those Mandrakes! I had to go in there earlier,
actually, to check up on them. St. Mungo's flooed to see if they were ready." She took
them off and put them back in the bag. "I'll put them away for now, so I don't ruin
them."

Harry nodded. "Who called?" he asked, casually. He hoped that it wasn't Doug.
There was something not right about that man.

"Doug," Hermione said, frowning. "I don't understand why he is so intent on
dating me!" she exclaimed as she crossed the kitchen. She grabbed a box of noodles and shook
them out into her hand. Clutching both ends and snapping them in half, she dumped them into the pan
vehemently.

A dark look crossed Harry's features. "Next time he comes, tell him I'd like to
speak with him."

Hermione looked over her shoulder at him. He was starting up the 'Protective Older
Brother' demeanor again. "Harry..." she began.

The look on his face stopped her. Eyes flashing, Harry shot back, "No. There is something
that isn't right about this Doug! Every time he comes up in conversation, you get uneasy and
seem uncomfortable. That means something about him or something that he's doing is
*making* you uncomfortable. I don't know exactly what it is, but something isn't
right. Ron doesn't think so either--"

"I don't think what?" Ron asked, coming in from the garage and walking through the
kitchen door. He pulled out a chair and straddled it. "Oh, hey there, Harry."

Harry whirled on him. "That we both agreed that there's something off about
Doug!"

Ron nodded. "Yeah, there definitely is—why, Herm, are you dating him or
something?"

"No!" she snapped. "I think he's a nice man. Lonely, I suppose, but nice. I
don't think going on one date with him would be all that bad!"

Harry gaped at her. "Now you're considering dating him when *you* *just* said
that you don't understand why *he* is so intent on dating *you*?"

She stared at him. Then she turned her glare to Ron. "Just to prove you two wrong, I'm
asking him to go out Friday night."

Harry mumbled something under his breath.

"What was that?" she asked sweetly.

"Nothing," he muttered.

"Good. Now help me finish this." She directed him towards the counter to slice up
vegetables.

Ron watched the two, curious. They usually got along perfectly with each other. He and Hermione
were usually the quarreling ones. What was going on?
*****
*A fog clouded Hermione's view. She pushed her way through it, towards the light. Where
was she? Was this a dream?*

*As she reached a clearing, she noticed a familiar form up ahead of her. She approached the
figure, smiling when he turned around. "Hello, Doug. Can you tell me where we are?" she
asked him.*

*He stared in her direction. Something appeared to be wrong with him; he seemed to be staring
through her, instead of at her. He seemed possessed. Suddenly, he spoke.*

*"It will all be over soon. You and me and this war. It will all be over soon...no Harry.
You will lose. They will lose—I will win."*

*"Doug?" Hermione asked, hesitant. What on earth was he talking about? What about
Harry?*

*Suddenly, without warning, he reached for her. Grabbing her around the waist, he pressed a
sweet smelling cloth to her nose. He leered at her as everything faded to black...*

*"Wake up, Hermione. Wake up, Hermione*." Hermione's alarm clock chanted,
hopping around her bedside table. Groaning, she hit it repeatedly until it turned off. Ron had
gotten it for her as a gag gift for her birthday last year, and she hadn't had the heart to get
rid of it. After all, it was sort of funny—when you weren't trying to sleep.

What was really bothering her, though, was the dream she had just had. She took a deep breath,
closing her eyes. Doug had pressed a chloroform-soaked cloth under her nose. *He would never do
that to me*, she thought, trying to convince herself.

She hoped Harry and Ron weren't right about Doug. He seemed like a nice man. Lonely, but
probably fun to be around once you got to know him.

Hermione sighed. *Oh well*, she thought, *I'll find out Friday I guess*.

She snuggled deeper into the soft blankets, lost in thought. A soft knock on the door brought
her back to reality.

"Come in," she called.

The door opened slowly, and Harry stepped through. He looked at her nervously.

"Listen, Herm--"

She patted the bed next to her. He crossed the room and sat down next to her. Crossing his legs
underneath him, he continued. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten so worked up last
night. It's just that I care about you, and I didn't want to see you get hurt. If something
had happened to you, I wouldn't have been able to forgive myself."

The look on Hermione's face softened. He could be so sweet sometimes. Why hadn't she
ever thought of this before? She was sure that Harry would be a *much* better boyfriend than
Doug would. No. She couldn't think about him that way. He was her best friend. Her handsome,
single best friend, but that didn't matter. She couldn't let herself get into a
relationship with him; it would permanently change their friendship. Besides, he probably
didn't think of her like that. As she ticked off reasons in her head, Hermione realized that
Harry was speaking.

"Herm?" Harry's voice brought her back to reality. She gave him a smile.

"Don't worry, Harry, I'm not mad. If it makes you feel better, I'll floo you
before I leave to come home, just so you know I'm on my way."

He nodded, satisfied. "Okay. That makes me feel a little better. All right, sleepyhead,
let's go make breakfast. I could hear Ron's stomach all the way in my room."

She laughed, and tossed back the covers. Rolling out of bed, she was surprised when Harry
scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder. "Harry!" she protested. "Put me
down!"

He merely laughed and walked down the hall and down the stairs. Pounding on his back with her
fists, she tried in vain to get him to put her down. Realizing that it was no use, she stopped
hitting him. Besides, she kind of liked his carrying her. Then she mentally kicked herself. He was
*Harry*. Her best friend. She wasn't supposed to like his carrying her.

Ron looked up from the *Daily Prophet* and laughed as Harry and Hermione entered the
kitchen. *I guess they made up*, he thought.

Harry gently set Hermione back on the floor, laughing as she immediately crossed the large
kitchen to start breakfast. Ron watched his friend's face carefully. He could tell that Harry
loved Hermione, even if Harry didn't know it yet. He was almost as sure about Hermione's
feelings toward Harry, too.

Ron knew that, being the stubborn people they were, it would take some sort of major event to
get them to admit their love to one another. *Hmm*, Ron thought, grinning inwardly. *I could
have some fun with this.*

Ron shook his head, clearing his thoughts. He tuned back into the conversation.

Hermione was leaning back against the counter, keeping one eye on the stove, where bacon was
sizzling. She was giggling at something. Immediately looking around for Harry, he noticed that he
had gone around the corner into the den.

"What happened?" Ron asked Hermione. She took one look at Ron and laughed even
harder.

Trying to keep upright as she was giggling so hard, Hermione managed to choke out,
"N-no-nothing."

Ron eyed her suspiciously. He had no idea what she found so amusing, but he was sure it
wasn't good.

Suddenly, music was floating into the kitchen from the Common Room. Harry entered soon after,
the corner of his mouth twitching suspiciously. "Just thought we needed something to listen
to," he said, walking over to the fridge.

He grabbed a bottle of pumpkin juice and shut the fridge door. "Anyone else want any?"
he asked, looking at Hermione and Ron.

"Sure, Harry—why don't you just fill a jug and put it on the table?" Hermione
called over her shoulder, piling bacon on a plate. With a flick of her wand, plates began to float
across the room, landing gently on the table.

Harry brought over the jug of pumpkin juice and assumed his normal seat next to Hermione. Ron
sat across from them, grinning at the wide array of food in front of him. As he piled food onto his
plate, he looked up at Hermione. "So? What are you going to do about Doug?"

She speared a few pancakes and looked up at him. "I'll ask him to go out dancing
tonight. That should be pretty harmless. If it doesn't work out, then it doesn't work out.
I didn't say I was interested in pursuing a relationship with him, I just said that I wanted to
try going on a date with him—mainly to prove to you two that he is just a lonely, harmless man.
Harry, can you pass the scrambled eggs?"

Harry reached for the plate of eggs and passed them to Hermione. "Just remember to floo us
before you leave to come back home. So I—So we'll know that you're on your way."

Ron looked at Harry, incredulous. "Harry, I thought you were completely against her dating
him!" He couldn't believe Harry was taking this so well.

Harry looked up, chewing slowly on a bite of hash. "I never said I liked the man.
Hermione's a grown woman who can make choices for herself, and as long as I'm assured that
she'll be fine, I don't mind her dating. Mostly, though, I just want to prove *her*
wrong."

Hermione scowled. "I'm not dating him! I'm just going out for one night with him.
Honestly, you two act like you're protective older brothers!" Then, her voice softening,
she added, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Harry laughed. Ron looked slightly put out. "Acting like the overprotective brother is my
job!"

Hermione smiled at him. "Yes, yes, I know. Well, I should go shower, I have to leave for
work in a little over an hour." She sent her dishes over to the sink, where a sponge
immediately began scrubbing them.

As she left the room, Ron noticed a pair of green eyes following her progress until she
disappeared up the stairs. He shook his head, and sent his dishes in the same direction as
Hermione's.

"All right, mate, I have to leave too—Jill wanted me in to work early." With a wink,
Ron left the room as well.

Harry sighed and put his head in his hands. He definitely didn't trust this Doug, and he
didn't want Hermione alone with him. He would figure out a way to keep a close eye on her
tonight.

Then he listened carefully, expecting something. He wouldn't have to wait too long. As a
yell echoed throughout the house, Harry grinned.

"*Harry!*" Ron roared. As running footsteps were heard heading back down the
front stairs, Harry jumped up from the table and took off for the back stairway, passing Hermione
(who was giggling madly) on the way. *Well*, Harry reasoned with himself, *he should be
prepared for anything after growing up with George and Fred, especially the food.* More
specifically, the bacon—designed especially for large appetites and over-eaters by Weasley Wizard
Wheezes.
*****
Hermione hummed to herself as she walked down the hallway, heading towards her office. She was
in a great mood, Harry wasn't mad at her about Doug, and everything seemed to be going
fantastically. For some reason, having Harry's approval of Doug was important to her.

She set her bag down next to her desk, then checked her post. A memo regarding a meeting, a note
from a co-worker...nothing important. She tossed it down on her desk and rummaged around for her
quill.

"Ah-ha!" She exclaimed, happily producing a rare fwooper quill Harry had bought her
for her birthday last year. She sat down at her desk with the intention of writing a letter to
Ginny, but a voice in the doorway interrupted her.

"Why, hello, Hermione." Doug was standing in her doorway, leaning against the
doorframe. He grinned at her.

Hermione looked up briefly. "Oh, hi, Doug."

He took this as an invitation to come in and crossed the room in a few strides. "Listen,
Hermione, I was wondering if you wanted to do something tonight."

Hermione looked up, surprised. He had beaten her to the punch. She smiled at him. "Sure,
what would you like to do?"

Doug blushed a little. "I thought we could go dancing at that new club in
Hogsmeade."

Hermione nodded. "Sounds good—what time do you want to meet?"

"Oh, no—I'll pick you up around, let's say, eight?" Hermione nodded her
approval, and Doug gave a mock bow.

"I will pick you up tonight, my fair lady." He grinned and backed out the door,
leaving Hermione staring after him.

She shook her head*. A little strange, maybe, but probably nice*. She laughed to herself as
she dipped her quill into her inkpot. *Who am I kidding?*
*****
"I'm home!" Hermione called. She dropped her bag and hung up her cloak.
"Harry?"

Ron stuck his head out of the living room doorway. Laughter clearly evident in his voice, he
mocked her, "What? No, 'Hello Ron,' you just straightaway call for Harry..." He
stepped into the foyer, grinning.

"If I didn't know better, I would say that you--" He was cut off by a smack from
Hermione, who was blushing furiously. "I just wanted to talk to him about tonight! There is
nothing romantically related to that conversation besides that fact that I am *going* on a
*date* with *Doug*, not *Harry*!"

Ron rubbed his arm where she had smacked him, staring at her. "OK, well that's nice,
but I was going to say that if I didn't know better I would say that you were irritated with me
or something."

Hermione turned an even darker shade of red as Ron added, "But, now that you broached the
topic on your own..."

"Hey, Herm!" Harry jogged down the circular staircase, grinning. "What's
up?"

She glowered at Ron. Then, turning to Harry, she said, "Doug and I are going to that new
club in Hogsmeade, what is it called again? The Banshee? I don't know, but he's picking me
up at eight, and I expect that you both will treat him nicely." Then, seeing the beginning of
an evil grin on Ron's face, she added, "And there will be no 'big brother'
talks."

Ron's face fell. She smirked, and turned to head up the stairs. "I'll be upstairs,
getting dressed."

As she disappeared up the stairs, Harry turned to Ron. "I guess this is it. Although...I
wish that she wouldn't go out with him. He seems a little bit like a stalker to me. We
don't know him very well, I don't think she's safe," Suddenly the thought occurred
to Harry that maybe he would like to be the one going out dancing tonight with Hermione. He quickly
shook the thought out of his head. Hermione was his best friend. He wasn't supposed to be
thinking about her like that.

Ron grinned. "If I didn't know better, I would say that you--"

Harry cut him off with a death glare, and he, too, disappeared up the stairs.

Ron laughed to himself as he went back into the living room. It would only be a matter of time.
*And*, he thought to himself*, I fully plan on giving this Doug the boyfriend talk*.
*****
The DJ switched songs, resulting in a pounding bass. The floor reverberated as Harry moved
through the crowd, trying to keep out of sight of Hermione and Doug.

About ten minutes after Hermione had left, Harry decided to follow them. Ron had been doubtful
at first, but when he realized that he wasn't going to change Harry's mind, he gave up.
Harry had Apparated to the Screaming Banshee, hoping that they weren't outside. Luckily for
him, they weren't.

Upon entering the club, Harry noticed Hermione and Doug sitting at the bar across the room. He
immediately slipped into the crowd. If Hermione saw him there, he would never hear the end of it.
When the DJ put on a new song, Harry saw Doug lean in close to Hermione and motion towards the
dance floor.

Hermione looked a little hesitant but allowed Doug to lead her to the middle of the floor. She
appeared to be trying to keep herself distanced from Doug, who was snaking his arms around her
waist and pulling her up against him. Harry felt anger flare up inside of him when he saw how Doug
was moving against Hermione.

Hermione danced with Doug, as not to appear rude, but Harry could tell that she was highly
uncomfortable with the situation. As the song ended, Doug wrapped an arm around Hermione's
shoulders and led her out the back entrance into an alleyway. Harry tensed up and quickly headed
out after them.

Staying in the shadows, Harry watched Doug corner Hermione up against a wall. "You look
awfully sexy tonight," he said, loud enough for Harry to hear him.

"Yes, well, thank you, but I should be going now." Hermione answered, turning her head
away from his roaming lips. She attempted to push him away from her, but only achieved making Doug
angry.

"What do you think you're doing? You're coming home with me," he hissed,
pinning her against the wall. Harry gripped his wand and stepped out of the shadows.

Hermione gasped, then looked relieved. "Harry!"

"She isn't going anywhere," Harry growled at Doug.

Doug sneered at him. "And just what do you think you're going to do about it?"

"*Stupefy*!" Harry roared, pointing his wand at the surprised man. Doug flew
backwards, slamming into the alley wall.

Hermione stared at Doug. "Oh my God," she whispered, "oh my God." Tears were
starting to roll down her cheeks. She sank to her knees.

Harry ran over to her. "Hermione, are you okay? Oh, God, I knew he was trouble..."
Harry kneeled next to her.

Hermione started to shake. Without warning, she launched herself at Harry, sobbing. "Harry,
I should have listened to you. Thank God you were here...I just had to prove you wrong, didn't
I? I could have ended up dead, or raped, or Merlin only knows..." She clung to him.

Harry closed his eyes and, holding Hermione firmly to him, Apparated home.
*****
Ron looked up, alarmed, as Harry suddenly appeared in front of him holding a shaking Hermione.
Harry gave Ron a look that said, *I'll tell you later*.

Harry gently picked Hermione up and carried her up the stairs. He pushed open the door to her
room with his foot and brought her over to bed. Setting her carefully down, he sat next to her and
took her hands in his own.

Hermione stopped sniffing and gave Harry a weak smile. "I really should be mad at you for
following me on my date. But I'm not. I'm sorry, Harry."

Harry looked surprised. "Why are you sorry? You have nothing to be sorry about. You did
nothing wrong."

She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry for –err, never mind, it's not
important."

Harry gave her a strange look, but dropped it. He crossed the room to the fireplace and pointed
his wand at it. Muttering a few words, a fire roared to life, warming the whole room. He went back
to Hermione's side.

"Thanks," she murmured, and leaned her head against his chest. Harry rested his chin
on top of her head, lost in thought.

A while later, Harry gently nudged Hermione. "Ron's probably jumping out of his seat
downstairs. Are you okay?"

She nodded. Harry stood up, noticing that Hermione immediately clung to his side. *She's
probably traumatized*, he thought. Her gentle co-worker just tried to *abduct* her.

Ron, who was sitting impatiently in the Common Room, jumped up as he saw Harry and Hermione
descend the stairs. "Hermione, are you okay? What happened at the club?"

Harry motioned towards the kitchen. "Let's talk about this in the kitchen, shall we?
I'll make hot chocolate."

Ron and Hermione sat down at the kitchen table while Harry crossed the room to start the
chocolate. Ron looked at Hermione. "What happened?"

Hermione caught Harry's eye. Seeing him nod, she began to speak. "Well, after we left
the house, Doug suggested that we Apparate there. Instead of both of us Apparating separately, he
insisted that he hold on to me and we would Apparate together. He held me a lot tighter and closer
than I felt comfortable, but I didn't want to say anything."

Harry carried three steaming mugs of hot chocolate over to the table and joined Hermione and
Ron. Taking one, Hermione continued. "For the beginning of the night, he seemed very kind,
buying me drinks. Then he asked if I would like to dance. I said okay—he *did* ask me to go
out dancing.

"On the dance floor, he pulled me very close to him. I stepped back, trying to get the
message to him that I didn't feel comfortable dancing like that with him. 'Nonsense',
he said to me and pulled me right up against him."

At this point in the story, Harry was gripping his mug tightly. Hermione smiled at him, and
reached over, taking his free hand in her own. "I gave up and let him hold me. As the song
came to an end, he whispered to me that he had a surprise for me. I told him that I felt it was
time I headed home, and he wrapped an arm around me and led me out into the back alley."

Hermione swallowed. "He cornered me, saying disgusting things to me. When he started—when
he started—*groping* me, Harry came out of nowhere. I can honestly say I have never been so
happy to have someone follow me on a date before in my entire life. Had Harry not been there,
I'm sure I would be somewhere dead right now."

Harry squeezed her hand. Ron looked horrified. "Well? Aren't you going to call the
police or something? You just let this guy get away?"

Suddenly, a thought occurred to Harry. "Hermione...what did you say his last name
was?"

Hermione looked confused. "I *didn't* say, but his surname is Gideon."

Harry stood up, knocking his chair over. "*Gideon?!* Bloody hell, oh no..."
Running into the entryway, he grabbed his cloak.

Hermione and Ron followed him, alarmed. "Harry, what's wrong?"

Fastening his cloak, Harry addressed Ron. "Ron, make sure she stays here. I need to get to
the office right away. *Don't let Hermione out of your sight*, got it?" Ron would
have laughed if the look on Harry's face hadn't been so serious.

Ron mock saluted him and smiled. Hermione looked utterly confused. Harry strode across the room
and kissed her on the cheek. "Stay with Ron, will you? I'll be back soon." With that,
he disappeared with a soft pop'.

Ron and Hermione stared at the spot where he had just been. Turning to Hermione, Ron grinned.
"What do you say about a game of chess?"
*****
"Mr. Potter--" the receptionist called out as Harry strode past.

"Not now!" Harry hollered back over his shoulder.

He rushed down the hallway, muttering to himself the whole way. "I can't believe I
didn't figure this out before. He has been right here all this time...and I let Hermione go out
with him!"

Reaching his destination, he burst right through the closed door. "Sirius! Remus! He was
right under our noses this entire bloody time!" he yelled, pacing the room. Sirius and Remus
stared at him, startled by his sudden appearance.

"Harry, why don't you start from the beginning," Sirius suggested, his worry and
apprehension growing rapidly.

Harry stared at them. "Gideon. *Gideon*. The bloody mysterious Gideon. The one who has
eluded us for all this time, the one behind *everything*. I found him-he was right under our
noses this whole time!"

Remus' jaw dropped. "You're kidding..." he whispered.

Harry shook his head vehemently. "He works at the same place as Hermione does, researching
for St. Mungo's. I let her go on a date with him!"

Sirius came out from behind his desk. "What do you mean, she *dated* him?"

Harry sighed, exasperated. "This guy named Doug was constantly hounding her for a date, and
she finally relented. They went out dancing tonight. I always had a strange feeling about him, and
told her that, but she was determined to prove me wrong—to prove that he was just a lonely man. I
followed her without her knowledge, and a little while through the date, he led her out into a back
alleyway. He was trying to bloody *rape* her, or *worse*! Knowing this Gideon, he
probably was going to take her just to get at me..." He sank into a chair.

Remus was confused. "Harry, how do you know this is the same person?"

Harry looked up at him, suddenly very tired. "I asked her his last name, and she said
Gideon. The minute she said that, I knew. And I let him get away! I just left him in the
alleyway—we could have had him, after all of our searching and work..."

Sirius grabbed his cloak and tossed Remus his. "Let's go, now. He may still be there,
we never know."

Harry nodded, and with a 'pop', the three men Apparated out.
*****
Harry let out a frustrated yell. "I can't believe this. He was pretty much handed to
me, and I let him get away!"

Sirius sighed. "I know, but there isn't anything we can do now. We'll have to use
information from Hermione and her co-workers about him, maybe we can figure something out from
them."

Sighing, Harry nodded. "I guess I should go. Hermione won't mind questioning now, but
we'll have to wait to question her co-workers until tomorrow."

Remus, who was still looking around in hopes of some sort of clue, straightened up. He turned
around, excited. "Hey, look what I found!"

Harry and Sirius rushed over to him. Noting that it was the same spot Doug had landed earlier,
Harry took the note from Remus.

"10 o'clock," he read aloud. "The rest of the note is in Latin—and I can only
make out the number fifteen and the word 'Draco', though. Most of it is smudged."

Studying the note over Harry's shoulder, Sirius asked, "What could that mean?"

Lupin looked confused. "Maybe Draco Malfoy? But he died last year, didn't he? In that
freak accident at his Manor?"

Harry suddenly had a sinking feeling in his stomach. "Draco is Latin for dragon. Our house
is 15 *Dragon* Alley Court."

Sirius' face turned white. All at once, they Apparated out, praying that they weren't
too late.
*****
Harry threw open the front door, running into the house. "Hermione! Ron!" he yelled
frantically. His chest was tightening, and he could feel his pulse pounding in his ear. Upon
hearing no answer, he grew panicked.

Sirius ran to check the kitchen, while Remus headed quickly up the stairs. Harry rushed into the
Common Room, crying out as he took in the sight in front of him.

Ron was sitting at the chess table, slumped onto the tabletop. Blood was steadily streaming out
of a nasty gash on his forehead. The chair across from him had been overturned and kicked aside.
Rushing over to Ron, Harry gently shook him. It was no use. "*Enervate*," Harry said
quickly.

Ron opened his eyes. He sat up, looking around wildly.

"Harry! Where is she? Oh God, did they get her?" What color was left in Harry's
face quickly drained away.

"Ron, what are you talking about?"

Ron started to shake. "Harry, almost as soon as you left, Hermione and I sat down to play
chess. Before I knew what was happening, there was a group of men surrounding us. They knocked me
out, and I guess they took Hermione by the way things look."

Remus and Sirius ran into the room. "Harry, we didn't see anyone up--"

Taking in the sight around them, they stopped talking. "Oh, no..."

Harry's knees buckled, and he slumped to the floor. He had failed. He hadn't been able
to help her.

Doug Gideon had Hermione.