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Aug. 29th, 2010

Hermione/Viktor

All The Way



TITLE:  All the way
RATING: PG-13/R
AUTHOR: Ana aka oleander_poison aka kansassatin
DISCLAIMER: I do not own ANYTHING related to Harry Potter. I do however own this stories idea and execution.
NOTE: This story does not see Ron and Hermione lasting very long, thus...no kids.

It had been five years since the War had broken out.  Hermione was woking for the Ministry of Magic as a sort of liasion between the Muggle World and Wizarding World. Since the out break and recovery of the War, the two worlds were now mixing more than ever. A new department had been set up to help with various transitions for both Muggles and Wizards. Most days things went well enough; other days, such as today things were messy.

Ron had decided to start another argument with Hermione. The issue was, as it always was, her work schedule. She believed though, that there was an underlying issue. An issue of trust, but Ron would never admit it. In the heat of the battle, Hermione had finally yelled...

"STOP! RONALD STOP!" her breath was heavy and her cheeks flushed. "This has got to stop Ron. You knew what was going to happen when I took this job. The hours and intensity behind it. You told me you would support me no matter what." Hermione glared at him, her voice no more than an angry whisper. A tear rolled down her cheek and she angrily brushed it aside.

"Ron...I think we need a break. Permenantly," she said, sitting down at the kitchen table, running her hands through her hair.

"Hermione...Please, I'm sorry. I just-"

She held her hand up, "Ron stop. Don't...please...We both know this is inevitable. You know just as well as I do, that we are not good for each other. We've grown apart. We have seen things and been through things that most people would never fathom. That does not mean though, that we should be together like this. I love you too much to lose you as a friend. That's why we need to end this and go our seperate ways."

Ron nodded and mumbled, "I'll just pack some stuff then." He turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving Hermione to sit and rehash in her mind what had just been said.

---
That was this morning, now it was pushing 3 o'clock in the afternoon and she still had a mountain of work ahead of her. Suddenly her office door burst open and a man only a few years younger then her popped in.

"Afternoon ma'am!" he said, obviously excited about something.

Hermione hesitated, "Good afternoon William. Can I help you with something?"

William's smile was so big, Hermione wondered how his face could hold it up much longer. It was his upbeat attitude more than anything else that caused her to hire him as her assitant. He could be very annouying but mostly he helped her stay positive on her work. Also he dressed nice and although Hermione dressed nice as well, William just did it with more flare.

"Actually I am here to tell you that you need to go to the confernece room at once. The big wigs have a meeting going on they want you to attend."

Hermione stood, gathering her work folder and a pen, "A meeting? On what? We already figured out budgeting and where to meet for the Japanese official meeting." Being unprepared for a meeting caused her anxiety level to heighten and it felt like the cherry on the top of her wonderful sundae of a day.

"Oh actually dear..you won't need to bring anything," William said with a mischievious smirk.

Hermione sighed, suddenly worried her job was in jeopardy. But William wouldn't be smiling and acting so perky if she was gettin fired. Or would he?

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Outside of the meeting room door, Hermione smoother her hair and robes. She took a deep breath and gave a quiet knock, the voices on the other side suddenly stopped.

"Come on!" one of them said and Hermione turned the door knob ever so slowly, not realizing that in about five minutes her life would change.

"Aw Miss Granger, nice of you to join us," a tall, grey haired-wizard said walking towards her, his hand out-stretched. Two other wizards stood at their seats, smiling and looking at each other, one even nodded.

"Hello sir, how are you?" Hermione asked, taking the Minster of Magic's hand and shaking. Her eyes flashed to the other men in curiousity.

"I would like you to meet Misters Howard", indicating the man to her left, "and Gambel", indicating the man to her right.

"So pleased to finally meet you Miss Granger," Mr Howard squeaked. He was a short portly man with no hair and laughing eyes.

"And you also sir," she said smiling.

"Would you please take a seat here, Miss Granger?" Mister Gambel asked, motioning to the seat immediately next to him. He was a tall, thin man with hands that never seemed to stop moving.

"Please gentleman, call me Hermione."

A chuckle rippled through the small crowd.

"Hermione, these men are from a Wizarding charity that promotes inter-relations of muggles and wizards. They are non-profit based and help do work with bringing the two cultures together in a knowledged, unbiased ..uh...form," the Minister said. "I know it sounds like the exact work you are doing but they work much more closely with the lower classes of each group and educating them on various things."

"Oh that sounds wonderful. It all starts with the people, I believe. I would love to eventually get to that degree of work but with everything still so new and fresh in our world alone, I just can't even being to think when that would be, so ...uh...kudos to you both for getting the ball going," Hermione said, the nervousness washing away.

"Hermione, that is actually what we are here about," Mr. Howard said, opening a file and passing her papers. "We are holding a benefit ball later this week and need as many big names there as possible. It's going to be a fund-raiser since we don't work for profit the way you do. Any money raised will be spent towards building a youth muggle and youth wizard can go for...anything really."

"It'd be there to help any troubled youth or youth that needs a palce to go that is safe for them. There will be a wizarding and muggle staff at all times. Obviously the rules of wizarding youth not using magic would be in place there so no need to worry about any mishaps," Mr Gambel said.

"You...you want me to go with the minister?" Hermione asked, astonished as to why someone with more authority wouldn't accompany him.

The Minister chuckled, "Oh no dear, you will go alone or with a guest of your liking to represent the department and the whole ministry. There will be other wizards of course. I believe your friend Harry Potter and his wife Ginny will be attending. Some your past professors from Hogwarts will attend. So you will know various wizards there."

"Sirs....I am honoured you would ask me but ar eyou sure there is no one else more qualified? Someone to better represent what the wizarding world?" Hermione sat back in her chair and ran a hand through her mane of curls.

"Hermione, we have thought long and hard about who we want to go and represent the Ministry and everything that has gone on these past years since the War. You were on a large list of names, believe me. But there is something that has us coming back to you. We know you will be perfect for it. You will go, dressed in Muggle formal wear, which I am sure you are familiar with. You will drink champagne and rub elbows with some elites, and go home. Simple as that," Mr Gambel said, staring at her intently, his hands moving in time with the rhythm of his voice.

---

Hermione stood in the entrance of the ball room. The room was packed and she saw few faces she recognized. Why had she even agreed to this was beyond her. She must have been stricken with a curse of some sort, or perhaps drugged. Her dress was a deep scarlet red that formed itself to her every curve. She felt like a duck out of water as she lingered in the doorway, nervously.

"Hello Ms Granger!" a voice squeaked behind her.

Hermione startled and looked to see who was addressing her. it was Mr Howard and Mr Gambel.

Jul. 29th, 2010

Love Me, Like I Love You

I Get Weak


TITLE I Get Weak

AUTHOR oleander_poison aka Ana

RATING PG=13 to R

COPYRIGHT all ideas are copyright to oleander_poison aka Ana

CHAPTER ONE: TRAVIS

It was an ordinary day, just like any other. I had been with the bank for about three weeks now and I was still getting acclimated to how things were run around here. For God know's what reason I had been assign to give a couple of new girls an overview of how my department, consumer lending, was run. I hadn't even gotten my bearings and they already tossed this my way, thank God I know what I am doing. My morning had run fairly smoothly, I just sat in my office and wrote up loans; after lunch however was a different story. It's funny how that is...certain hours go by smoothly and the next go by in such a chaotic fury you are wondering how you managed to keep your head on.

It was about two o'clock when I first saw her. She came through the door, wide-eyed yet confident looking. She proceeded to the teller line and waited there. That was the last I saw her aside from the few times we passed in the hall, our eyes locking for mere seconds. Those seconds seemed to slow down to hours. I was taken away by her beauty. Her gaze was piercing and I felt it deep in my soul. It's residue clinging to me through my meeting with our CEO, Charles. I had never felt something like this, especially in such a fleeting moment. I tried to recall various times in my life when a woman could make me feel so weak and yet powerful. My ex wife hadn't even given me that feeling and I sure as hell never felt it with any other woman. It took me by surprise and left my brain jumbled for the rest of the day.

About two hours after the hallway incident she was sitting in front of me. She held her left hand in front of her mouth, hiding a flirtatious smirk. The girl sitting next to her was indeed beautiful but she bored me. I wished I could kick her out of the room and spend the rest of my life listening to the dark haired girl, whose name I learned was Clementine.

"But you can call me Clem," she said in a soft voice, her eyes dancing.

"Clementine...that's uh...uh...a family name?" I questioned, grasping for anything to keep her talking.

She smiled, "No actually. The story is no one knew what to name me so the ob-gyn nurse came in with a baby name book, told my mom to close her eyes and point."

I laughed, " You're kidding!? You landed the name by sheer chance?"

"Ahhh...I'm not sure chance has much to do with it so much as an impatient nurse."

Her gaze met mine and she held it. It was a bit intimidating most people, women especially break their gaze. I don't know how long we sat looking at each other. I felt my soul leave my body, climb into hers through her clover green eyes and nestle itself next to her soul. The other girl, Stephanie cleared her throat snapping me out of the trance I was in. Unwilling I turned my attention to her and asked her questions about her life. I, honestly cannot recall a single thing she said, my mind was elsewhere. In the midst of her ongoing speech my phone rang,

"Excuse me a minute." I picked it up, annouyed at whomever the caller was. My thoughts scampered off, leaving my mind as blank as a chalkboard. A quiet, timid voice came over

"Dad?" it asked.

"Gabriel, what's wrong? Why are you calling me? Are you okay?" Every hair on my body stood up, my son meant everything to me. He was away at boy scout camp for a week and I worried endlessly. We'd never really been apart and it was a test for both of us.

"I...I'm okay. I just need a favour," he said quietly.

"Gabe, why are you whispering? What's going on?"

"I...I had an accident Dad and I don't have any clean clothes. We were going for rides on the horses and I couldn't get on my and I fell in the mud."

I smiled to myself, my son was...well to be blunt a clean freak. The fact he was at this camp was a complete surprise to me. For him to last these three days already without a single phone call was a miracle.

"Bud, I would love to bring you some but your camp is two hours away and I still have na hour of work left. Can you last that long?"

Silence was my only response.

"Hello? Gabe? Gabe are you there bud?" I looked at my phone. "Damn, dropped the call." Technology was so reliable.

"Everything okay Travis?" Her voice broke the silence. I turned to her, her eyes darker than before and full of worry.

"Ummm... yeah it's my son. He's at camp and he fell off his horse and he has no clean clothes. He's...uh very particular when it comes to cleanliness. I'm afraid we are going to have to cut this overview short ladies. I need to get up there."

As we stood and shook hands I felt a pang of anger towards...God or whatever cosmic force was out tehre working against me. Stephanie thank me and left the room while Clem lingered.

"I'm sorry if this is a little forward Travis but you don't look good. You seem worried. Are you okay to drive?" She took a small step towards me. I looked at her, wanting to take her in my arms and hold her close.

"I'm okay Clem, a little shook up to be honest. Gabriel, my son, and I haven;t really been apart before so this week has been a bit stressful."

"Forgive me, but where is his mom? Can't she take his new clothes?" The space between her eye furrowed into something between a frown and a worry. I smiled at her and began collecting my things.

"She ran out on us when Gabe was only 2. He hardly remembers her and she never comes around."

She bit her lip and looked down, "Well if you want some company or even someone to drive I'd be happy to accompany you. I don't have to go back to work so I'd just go home and be bored." She looked up at me over her glasses, a piece of hair falling over her face.

"Actually Clem..." i hesitated, I didn't want people to think badly of me. I had only been here three weeks and I really needed to keep this job.

"Actually that'd be fantastic of you. I can't believe I'm this shook up over something so trivial," I chuckled, embarrssed at my worry. She smiled back at me and put her hand over mine. It felt like a piece of silk, cool and soft against my rough skin.

"Hey, he's your son, I wouldn't expect anything else." As corny as it may be, I melted. I started towards the door, knowing she'd follow. "You better just follow me to my house. We can go from there." She nodded and gestured her hand, signalling she was ready to go.

CHAPTER TWO: CLEMENTINE


I am really unsure as to what possessed me to volunteer to go on this little road trip. I don't regret it by any means but sometimes things come out of my mouth and I have no idea where they came from or who the girl is who said them. As I got in my beat up Datsun I watched him as he walked quickly to his truck. He, of course was driving a much nicer and newer, and may I add cleaner rig than I. It was a 2007 Chevy Silverado in black. My kinda  guy I thought. NO! the other part of me screamed, Office relationships never do anybody any good

We pulled out of the parking lot and into traffic. I followed at a relatively safe distance, traffic made me nervous and I didn't want to lose him. In what way? my brain whispered. I rolled my eyes and told myself to just shut up and drive. In five minutes we were pulling into a quiet community with streets lined with neat little mail boxes and perfectly manicured lawns.  
Love Me, Like I Love You

I Get Weak


TITLE  I Get Weak

AUTHOR oleander_poison aka Ana

RATING PG=13 to R

COPYRIGHT
all ideas are copyright to oleander_poison aka Ana


CHAPTER ONE: TRAVIS

It was an ordinary day, just like any other. I had been with the bank for about three weeks now and I was still getting acclimated to how things were run around here. For God know's what reason I had been assign to give a couple of new girls an overview of how my department, consumer lending, was run. I hadn't even gotten my bearings and they already tossed this my way, thank God I know what I am doing. My morning had run fairly smoothly, I just sat in my office and wrote up loans; after lunch however was a different story. It's funny how that is...certain hours go by smoothly and the next go by in such a chaotic fury you are wondering how you managed to keep your head on.

It was about two o'clock when I first saw her. She came through the door, wide-eyed yet confident looking. She proceeded to the teller line and waited there. That was the last I saw her aside from the few times we passed in the hall, our eyes locking for mere seconds. Those seconds seemed to slow down to hours. I was taken away by her beauty. Her gaze was piercing and I felt it deep in my soul. It's residue clinging to me through my meeting with our CEO, Charles. I had never felt something like this, especially in such a fleeting moment. I tried to recall various times in my life when a woman could make me feel so weak and yet powerful. My ex wife hadn't even given me that feeling and I sure as hell never felt it with any other woman. It took me by surprise and left my brain jumbled for the rest of the day.

About two hours after the hallway incident she was sitting in front of me. She held her left hand in front of her mouth, hiding a flirtatious smirk. The girl sitting next to her was indeed beautiful but she bored me. I wished I could kick her out of the room and spend the rest of my life listening to the dark haired girl, whose name I learned was Clementine.

"But you can call me Clem," she said in a soft voice, her eyes dancing.

"Clementine...that's uh...uh...a family name?" I questioned, grasping for anything to keep her talking.

She smiled, "No actually. The story is no one knew what to name me so the ob-gyn nurse came in with a baby name book, told my mom to close her eyes and point."

I laughed, " You're kidding!? You landed the name by sheer chance?"

"Ahhh...I'm not sure chance has much to do with it so much as an impatient nurse."

Her gaze met mine and she held it. It was a bit intimidating most people, women especially break their gaze. I don't know how long we sat looking at each other. I felt my soul leave my body, climb into hers through her clover green eyes and nestle itself next to her soul. The other girl, Stephanie cleared her throat snapping me out of the trance I was in. Unwilling I turned my attention to her and asked her questions about her life. I, honestly cannot recall a single thing she said, my mind was elsewhere. In the midst of her ongoing speech my phone rang,

"Excuse me a minute." I picked it up, annouyed at whomever the caller was. My thoughts scampered off, leaving my mind as blank as a chalkboard. A quiet, timid voice came over

"Dad?" it asked.

"Gabriel, what's wrong? Why are you calling me? Are you okay?" Every hair on my body stood up, my son meant everything to me. He was away at boy scout camp for a week and I worried endlessly. We'd never really been apart and it was a test for both of us.

"I...I'm okay. I just need a favour," he said quietly.

"Gabe, why are you whispering? What's going on?"

"I...I had an accident Dad and I don't have any clean clothes. We were going for rides on the horses and I couldn't get on my and I fell in the mud."

I smiled to myself, my son was...well to be blunt a clean freak. The fact he was at this camp was a complete surprise to me. For him to last these three days already without a single phone call was a miracle.

"Bud, I would love to bring you some but your camp is two hours away and I still have na hour of work left. Can you last that long?"

Silence was my only response.

"Hello? Gabe? Gabe are you there bud?" I looked at my phone. "Damn, dropped the call." Technology was so reliable.

"Everything okay Travis?" Her voice broke the silence. I turned to her, her eyes darker than before and full of worry.

"Ummm... yeah it's my son. He's at camp and he fell off his horse and he has no clean clothes. He's...uh very particular when it comes to cleanliness. I'm afraid we are going to have to cut this overview short ladies. I need to get up there."

As we stood and shook hands I felt a pang of anger towards...God or whatever cosmic force was out tehre working against me. Stephanie thank me and left the room while Clem lingered.

"I'm sorry if this is a little forward Travis but you don't look good. You seem worried. Are you okay to drive?" She took a small step towards me. I looked at her, wanting to take her in my arms and hold her close.

"I'm okay Clem, a little shook up to be honest. Gabriel, my son, and I haven;t really been apart before so this week has been a bit stressful."

"Forgive me, but where is his mom? Can't she take his new clothes?" The space between her eye furrowed into something between a frown and a worry. I smiled at her and began collecting my things.

"She ran out on us when Gabe was only 2. He hardly remembers her and she never comes around."
 

She bit her lip and looked down, "Well if you want some company or even someone to drive I'd be happy to accompany you. I don't have to go back to work so I'd just go home and be bored." She looked up at me over her glasses, a piece of hair falling over her face.

"Actually Clem..." i hesitated, I didn't want people to think badly of me. I had only been here three weeks and I really needed to keep this job.

"Actually that'd be fantastic of you. I can't believe I'm this shook up over something so trivial," I chuckled, embarrssed at my worry. She smiled back at me and put her hand over mine. It felt like a piece of silk, cool and soft against my rough skin.

"Hey, he's your son, I wouldn't expect anything else." As corny as it may be, I melted. I started towards the door, knowing she'd follow. "You better just follow me to my house. We can go from there." She nodded and gestured her hand, signalling she was ready to go.

CHAPTER TWO: CLEMENTINE


Apr. 8th, 2008

On the bed

An Itch

TITLE: AN ITCH
AUTHOR: kansassatin
RATING: G
INSPIRATION: my friend Adam, travel mags and Europe in general
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Jan. 5th, 2008

Eyes Closed

All I want is you

TITLE: All I Want Is You, Will You Be My Bride?
AUTHOR: kansassatin
RATING:
PAIRING: Bella Swan/Jacob Black
INSPIRATION: The Twilight Series by Stephanie Meyers and the Juno soundtrack, specifically All I Want Is You, Will You Be My Bride by Barry Louis Polisar

© Stephenie Meyers owns the Twilight series and the characters. Juno is owned by Fox Searchlight.


Jan. 15th, 2007

In Her Eyes

TITLE: In Her Eyes
AUTHOR: kansassatin
RATING: Nc-17
PAIRING: Lucy/Tumnus
© CS LEWIS owns Narnia and it's inhabitants, I own this fic though while borrowing the characters and Narnia :D

Jan. 9th, 2007

Adieu, Part 2

TITLE: Adieu
AUTHOR: kansassatin
RATING: PG-13
© JK ROWLING has the characters, I've got the plot
Part: 2/?
NOTES: A work in progress. Heh. Not sure how long this baby is gonna end up being. :D

Jan. 7th, 2007

Eyes Closed

Adieu

TITLE: Adieu
AUTHOR: kansassatin
PAIRING: Hermione/Harry
RATING: PG-13
SETTING: 9 months after the war in Hogwarts
© JK Rowling has the characters, I've got the plot
PART: 1/?
NOTES: It's taken me months to get inspiration for this fic and intially it was going to be a R/Hr fic but I changed my pairing at the last minute. This is for Sarah, who after all these months is finally get a fic pairing she likes. :D THis is dedicated to you lovey.

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Jul. 3rd, 2006

Sailor

TITLE Sailor
AUTHOR kansassatin
PAIRING Winnie/Noah
RATING R
NOTES Everything in this story belongs to me. Characters, situations, names, etc. are mine and if any of them resemble anything that happened in your life or in the life of someone you know, it is pure coincidence.



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May. 30th, 2006

Ron/Hermione

Comfort

TITLE Comfort
AUTHOR kansassatin
RATING PG-13 for hot kiss
PAIRING mentionings of Ron/Luna and Ron/Hermione

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