wl_mods (wl_mods) wrote in wizard_love, @ 2011-02-16 00:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | *fic, 2011, harry, romilda |
Special delivery for kamerreon
Title: Not That Girl Anymore
Author/Artist:
Recipient's LJ name: kamerreon
Pairing(s): Harry Potter/Romilda Vane
Rating: NC-17
Summary Harry finds Romilda isn't at all how he remembered her.
Word Count: ~ 11,284
Warnings/Content: EWE
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter
Author's/Artist's notes: Thanks to Uncle C for his help as usual in turning my rambles in to something readable, and also for letting me use your idea.
Looking at the door and then back up at the clock, George shifted nervously as he leaned up against the counter. Weasley's Wizard Wheezes had been closed for an hour or so, but while he had dismissed most of the staff for the evening, he was waiting for his most important investor. Even though he had been told time and time again that he needn't trouble consulting him on anything, George still made it a priority to involve him.
Glancing back at the door, he saw Ron peeking outside. "Is he coming?" Drawing his head back inside, Ron shook it in the negative. "You told him to come, right?" George asked gruffly, more from nerves than anything.
"Of course!" Ron snapped back. "He's just running a few minutes behind."
Ignoring his younger brother as he went back to sweeping, George glanced back at the clock and wondered if it wasn't broken. What's there to be nervous about old boy? She's a numbers witch and will be a real benefit to our bottom line. It also means I don't have to worry about the books as much anymore. I can concentrate on innovations instead of inventory.
Just as he was working on convincing himself for perhaps the ninth time, the chime above the door rang out and George's head snapped towards the door. "Harry!" he greeted a little too enthusiastically.
Looking at him oddly as he walked inside, Harry rolled his eyes when Ron just shrugged in response.
"Hey mate," Ron greeted as he rested the broom against a display shelf.
"So what's so important that you had to drag me to Diagon at this hour?" Harry asked.
"Yeah," George answered, biding for time. "We've hired a new worker for the back office."
Harry gave the two Weasleys an irritated look. "You called me here to tell me you've hired a new employee?"
"Yes," George answered weakly. "But not just any employee. Because she's going to be dealing with the books, I wanted to introduce you."
"You know I don't care about that, George. As long as they're doing a proper job, and you're not getting screwed over, you can hire whomever you want. It's your business; you don't owe me anything, much less an explanation."
George just waved that aside. "Nonsense. My brother and I will always be indebted to you. Besides, you're family. But this time, it's not really that I hired someone, but whom."
"Fine," Harry said, patience wearing a little thin. "Who did you hire?"
George motioned for Harry to follow and went up a flight of stairs. Not meeting Harry's eyes, Ron quickly followed. Shaking his head, Harry eventually brought up the rear as they headed upstairs.
"Ron suggested we introduce you before we make the job permanent," George said over his shoulder.
"No I didn't!" Ron countered. "I just said we should tell him about her."
"Enough. It's been a long day. What's going on?"
George and Ron glanced at each other, before Ron answered. "We hired someone you might have a problem with. You don't exactly see eye to eye with her... well, at least you didn't back in school."
"But she's perfect. Has a real head for numbers and it only took her a couple of hours what used to take me days to get done. With her around, it's a lot less work for me and I can concentrate on what matters," George added.
"Creating mayhem?" Ron asked sarcastically.
Swatting his brother upside the head, George continued. "She's already found us a way to save some Galleons by finding a couple of cheaper and better suppliers, along with plugging a few holes where we've been leaking money for whatever reason."
"That's fine, but again, why am I here? It sounds like you've got everything under control. Who cares if I had or have a problem with whoever it is? I'm barely here anyway, and if anything I'm a silent partner so it doesn't matter what I think.” Harry chuckled a little bit. "Besides, it's not like you hired Pansy Parkinson." The Weasley brothers glanced at each other before laughing nervously. Harry glared at the pair. "Tell me you didn't hire Parkinson?"
"No, never," Ron said, waving his hands back and forth. "We'd never do something that stupid without consulting you before we did it."
Having enough, Harry bounded up the few remaining steps and onto the third floor. The building had three floors and a basement workshop. The two lower floors were the shop, while the top floor was used as storage and a makeshift office. Hearing footsteps behind him, Harry headed for the first door.
Opening the door and walking inside the office, he expected to see the familiar sight of the cluttered desk and books and scrolls everywhere except on the shelves where they should be. Instead, the office was still a bit messy but it appeared as if someone had made some progress in its organization.
"Evening, Mister Potter," a voice greeted. It was a voice that Harry recognized but couldn't quite place. "Or do you prefer your proper title of Deputy Director?"
Staring at the woman standing before the bookshelf, open book in one hand and quill poised in the other, he felt like he had seen her before. Even if he hadn't been trained as an Auror, the man in him would have quickly memorized her appearance, from the way her dark pants hugged her hips to the way her sweater stretched across her breasts. From its low cut hinting at the depths of her cleavage to the way her dark curls framed her features.
"Harry," George said, stepping around him so he could do a proper introduction of Weasley Wizard Wheezes' newest employee.
At the sound of her giggle, Harry's memory instantly clicked and he knew who the woman standing before him was. "Romilda Vane," he said aloud. Normally he would've thought of all the annoying memories of her chasing him during his sixth year. Instead though, he briefly wondered how the annoying little girl had grown into an attractive woman.