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Easy by Bardlover
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Chapter 4

Disclaimer for this and the previous chapters: Oops, kind of forgot this. I do not own the characters; they belong to J.K. Rowling. If I did own the characters, I would be drinking tea in a nice café in London as we speak. I would not be sitting in a tiny dorm room in Alabama. My thanks to her for letting me borrow them for a while.
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Hermione had only visited the Louvre once before, so she was quite anxious to peruse the museum at her own leisure. However, she had business here. She did manage to view a few things (like Venus de Milo) before going to the deserted room where she would meet her contact.

She didn’t remember ever seeing any of the paintings in this room before. The room was dark, dank, and dreary. She shook her head. I must be really tired if I’m reverting to alliteration like that. Quite pathetic, really.

“Ms. Granger?” she heard behind her. “Is that you?”

She turned and faced the scrawny little man. He had limp straw-colored hair and big grey eyes. His short stature only slightly diminished his strong presence radiating throughout the room. “Yes, I’m Hermione Granger.”

“It took you long enough. You’re late,” he admonished. “I already had to try to avoid all the American muggles obsessed with that Da Vinci book. I didn’t need to be waiting on you.”

“I’m sorry, I lost track of time. I have lots of things to do in not a lot of time. I also wanted to see a few things while I was here.”

“Whatever.” He thrust a box into Hermione’s hands. “I wrapped it up in one of the gift store boxes. No one will think anything of it.”

“What is it?”

“An item from King Tut’s tomb. The muggles are throwing conniption fits over it. It portrays wizards on it. It’s part of our history, not theirs. They think it’s all folklore.”

“Why couldn’t Sadat have come here himself then?”

“Honestly, I think he just wanted to get you out of Egypt for once. He says you need to live a little. Date someone. Go to a party. Take a vacation.”

“I can’t just drop everything and go to a party anymore. I have obligations.”

“Whatever,” the man sighed. “Now just get on with it. Go to the French Ministry and get clearance to take that sucker out of here and go.”

Hermione left rather quickly. The man was strange and quite annoying. She cast one last longing glance at the famed museum before she continued on to the French Ministry.

Before long, Hermione heard someone come running up behind her. She ignored them, for surely people ran in Paris all the time. However, it soon became apparent that she was being followed. She turned back and caught a glimpse of red hair. Then she too began to run.

She couldn’t face Ron. Not now. Not ever. She had to keep going. She had to lose him. She forgot all about the ministry and took off for her hotel. She ran in the lobby and pushed past a bellboy to hop on the elevator. When the steel doors closed, she slumped against them, sighing in relief. She had lost him.

She exited the elevator on the third floor and entered her room. It was a charming room with a overwhelming feeling of home. Home. If she even knew what that was anymore.

She jumped when the phone rang. She answered it without even thinking. “Hello?”

“Ms. Granger, someone here in the lobby wants to speak with you. He says it is urgent. Name of Weasley.”

“Oh, I don’t want to speak to him. Tell him I’m ill,” Hermione said quickly, her pulse starting to rise again. She hung up the phone and flopped on the bed. How had Ron known to look for her here? Had he been tailing her? What if he knew…

Her thought was interrupted when she heard a knock on the door. “Hermione, I just need to talk to you,” the voice was desperate, as was the frantic knocking. Please.

Hermione went over to the door and prepared to face the worst. However, when she threw open the door, her jaw dropped. She stood face-to-face with the last person she ever expected to see. “Fred?”

A/N. A cliffhanger. I should just leave you hanging there until after Thanksgiving holidays. Don’t worry, I won’t. So, how was that for not depressing? Huh? Sorry about the first bit being slow; Hermione had to have a reason for being in France. Thanks to my reviewers, please keep it up!

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