I Know Your Secret

Nurmengard Holds No Secrets

"Dumbledore's what...?" Hope asked as she rubbed sleepy from her eyes cutely as she had been sitting back at her desk in her large office with her feet up on her desk and had been dozing off lost in thought.

"Hermione told me to get you! Dumbledore has arranged a press conference," Gabrielle said smiling adoringly at Hope.

Hope had reluctantly agreed to let Gabrielle be her personal assistant, and after a few days realised the girl was really quite gifted at following her around and getting done what she needed done for her, and the pampering was a very nice bonus. Gabrielle was even very well versed in muggle technology, and could even type really fast so she could take dictation, and use computers. She wasn't just her personal assistant for the paper but in everything she needed. It also didn't hurt that Gabrielle was some sweet eye-candy.

Gabrielle even picked out some cute outfits for her to wear too, like the ripply skirt she had on. It black and high, halfway up her left thigh, but long on the other side, half way down her right shin, with a dark red leather belt. Her black tee-shirt was form-hugging and comfortable with a very dark red, near black leather jacket left undone and white trainers with dark red socks ending halfway up her thighs for extra comfort. The younger girl even picked out her underwear, which weren't as racy as she thought she would pick out, but they were red and comfortable.

Overall, the staring, checking her out and flattering comments were nothing when Gabrielle was so good at her job, and it was cute, and a great ego boost; it should have been in the job description anyway, and Fleur didn't seem to mind so why would she?

"So, did Hermione tell you why?" she asked not giving Gabrielle any indication that she knew she was peeking up her skirt and sliding her legs from her desk and standing up with a smile, giving her adorable assistant a better flash of her wearing her panties just because watching Gabby's eyes light up like that was amusing, flattering and cute.

"No, but it's going to be at Diagon Alley," she answered looking disappointed that Hope had stood up now and shaking her head clear. It was cute; she really liked the odd quick 'show'. It was just a shame that Hope wouldn't let her in to help dress her in the mornings.

"He's even invited the Frontier," she continued, which surprised the brunette.

Hope's hair tied back how Gabrielle lovingly fixed it up with a dark red ribbon with the right side fringe braided to her chin with a white feather in it hanging to her shoulder, which Gabrielle put in thinking it was super cute, and seemingly a cosplay girl at heart as that seemed to turn her on adding those little extras, which would explain Hope's outfit.

"I see," she said with a smirk as she looked around at all of the homely things Gabrielle had put in her office, from plants to coffee tables and even a bowl of sweets for guests and a water cooler and juice machine. "Okay, lead the way, Gabby," she said with a smile as Gabrielle would get really angry if anyone but her called her Gabby as if it was a cute pet-name Hope could call her. It was surprising that Gabby would also get berated for shortening her name.

Gabrielle led Hope out of her office. The smaller girl was wearing her new Hogwarts/Fairytale Academy uniform with Gryffindor badge with her long silvery hair tied back and this swing in her step that was almost hypnotic in her perfect and flawless grace.

It had been no problem enrolling Gabrielle into the Academy, and her mother had been pleased too. Though a guilty part of Hope had hoped that her mother wouldn't let her change schools she was pleased she did and very happy with her doting personal assistant.

They walked into the conference room where Hermione was within at the other side of the huge round table with a few others sitting around her, Ginny, Luna, Fred, George, and Daphne were waiting with Amelia Bones for obvious reasons with Nymphadora Tonks and Professor Sinatra with some other security agents flanking around the table.