Harmione One Shots

The Contract

Summary: "I have a proposition for you," he says when Hermione answers. "I'm not sleeping with you," she replies sharply. "Remus practically hired me on the spot and I won't have you ruining it." "Would it help if I said I don't even work for the company? Just a silent partner." "No." The steel in her voice makes him laugh. "I wasn't going to ask you to sleep with me," Harry assures her. "No sexual favours?" "No sexual favours. Let's meet at Gallagher's at eight?"

Ship: HarryPotterxHermioneGranger

All credit goes to Hp_Poppet_writer on Ao3

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Hermione sees the advert in her favorite coffee shop. It's a small, unassuming thing, with a date, time, address, and promise of interviews. She stares at the paper - Marauders' Enterprises, it says, and something about a research assistant opening niggles in the back of her brain. She takes a picture on her phone. Her grandfather's care won't pay for itself.

Marauders' Enterprises is full of beautiful, immaculately dressed, model-like women lounging about gracefully. She looks down at her second-hand slacks with a frown. These women are lovely, but surely they don't expect their researchers to look and dress like supermodels?

She makes her way to the receptionist, a bubbly blonde with a sweet face.

"Welcome to Marauders' Enterprises, how can I help you?"

"Hi, uh, I was told there were interviews today?" Hermione says unsurely.

The woman looks her up and down, though not unkindly, offers a tight smile, and tilts her head towards where the models are milling about.

"You can wait with the rest."

"O-Okay. I, um, am I meant to be dressed like that? It would be rather uncomfortable and honestly, it's impractical for field work."

The words are out before she can help it and Hermione wants to facepalm. Rule 101 of Interviewing: don't be rude to the receptionist. The woman blinks.

"Field work?"

"Yes?" Hermione's brow furrows. "I'm here for the research position?"

"Oh! Right! I didn't realize we had anyone coming in for that today." The woman types something quickly on her computer. "It'll just be a few minutes."

Less than ten minutes later, Hermione finds herself waiting outside of Remus Lupin's office, Co-Owner of Marauder's Enterprises, Head of Research & Operations, with her CV clutched tightly in her fingers. She has only been waiting a couple of minutes when a red-haired man that looks somewhat familiar asks (shouts at) her what she thinks she's doing. He cajoles her to a different office despite her protests.

She is sat in front of another familiar man, this one with dark, unruly hair and vibrant green eyes behind round, wire frames. She's not entirely sure where she knows either of the men from, just that she does. The red-head sets a tea in front of her before leaving the room. It's awful. She attempts to drink it anyway.

"So," the dark-haired man looks at her, "why do you want this job?"

"Money, I guess," is the first thing out of her mouth and god, what the hell is wrong with her today? "That's not to say - I'm actually fairly passionate about it," she quickly amends.

The man laughs. Hard. It's a rich and deep sound.

"Fair enough. How old are you?"

"Twenty-seven."

"What do you do in your free time?"

"Read, pub trivia, usual social media, I guess. Take care of my gr - cat. My cat. Crookshanks."