Short Stories and Oneshots

Introductions Are Made

Author: Mariteri

Platform: Fanfiction.net

Type: Harry Potter x Blacklist

Harry and Ron are about to find out that Hermione has a guardian that takes his job very seriously.

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It had been a very long day at work. This wasn't made any better by the investigators that had come around the office three separate times during her day. By the time Hermione's day was over, her back was cramping to the point her neck was beginning to stiffen. She took what medication she could in order to get from where she was to her home, where her stronger potions were awaiting her.

"You won't get away with it!" She stopped and looked over to Ron, who was being held back by Harry.

"What?" she asked him. "Ron, I didn't do anything wrong. About the only thing I am guilty of is putting up with your everlasting bullshite!"

That had Ron blinking at her too stunned to say a word.

"It's bad enough that Lavender died..." Frowning she looked over to Harry. "I haven't a clue how." She looked back to Ron. "But that you would think so little of me for it. And why is it that you're doing so? Because I caught you fucking her in my bed, as you were too cheap to go to a hotel? This was only topped off by the fact I managed to run you off before I rushed her out."

Harry turned on him. "You were what?!"

Ron's face went red. "It's her fault..."

"I'm over this blame game," Hermione told them both. "You're not worth it, Ronald. I'll speak to you later, Harry."

"Oh no you don't!" Ron roared, grabbing her shoulder hard.

Hermione's scream rang in the halls of the Ministry, even as her knees hit the ground. Harry yanked him off of her, catching her before she hit the floor. He felt her back spasm, making him all the angrier as he glared at a now pouting Ron.

"You fucking arse," Harry hissed at him. "You knew! You fucking well knew she was holding back her pain!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, ignoring them both now in favor of his own nails.

It was with shaking hands that she pulled out her panic button and pressed it. The pain was making it hard for her to focus on anything, but she needed to get away. Just gone from this place, Ron, and the fights. There was heavy footfalls of several men coming over. Before she knew what was happening, she felt two strong arms, lifting her up and away from Harry.

"Victor?" she breathed.

"Yes, little dove," he said, smiling.

"G-get me away from Ron," she plead with him. "Please."

He glared at the two before he cooed, "We're going now."

Tears running down her face, she pressed her eyes into his neck as he carried her away from Harry and Ron who were too stymied to do much more than just watch them go.

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Red slipped into the bedroom, watching as the healer was feeding Hermione potion after potion. Off to the side was Victor Krum, looking like he was ready to rip someone's skull off.

"What happened?" he asked him, as he joined him.

"She used her panic button," he told his employer. "We rushed over to find her on the floor, being held by Harry Potter who was arguing with Ron Weasley."

Red went over to Hermione, who was too much in a medical daze to focus on him. He reached out and caressed her forehead. It was with a shaking hand that she cupped his face. He clasped her hand, pressing it firmly to his cheek.