Hermione wakes up late on the next day on purpose. Why? Because she has no mission today and she has free times from the sun appears. It's also because today is the day of the concert. She doesn't want to wait for too long for the concert and gets antsy and excited and feels the time ticks by slowly, that's why she decided to wake up late today. And how good her day has been so far because no one is looking for her.

It's 11. The concert will not start until four in the after noon. Hermione takes a shower as soon as she gets up, doesn't want to waste any time soon. The weather's sunny outside. Hermione decides to wear a t-shirt and a pair of short jeans that shows her nice long legs. She lets her wavy hair free and dab just a little bit powder on her cheeks. Nothing changes on her face. She just looks a little brighter than she usually was when she put on her mascara and lipgloss. But she feels totally different.

"You look pretty," praises someone when she enters the kitchen with a thin-strip bag hung across her body. Although it's not her usual time of breakfast, but she decides to eat a little to fill up her stomach for a long walk she's going to have after this. The last thing she wants while spending her best day is gets grumpy just because her stomach is empty.

Hermione looks down her body and shrugs. "Do I?" she asks Lukas innocently.

Hermione takes out a carton of milk from the fridge and then turns to a cabinet behind her -- labelled with HERMIONE -- to take two gronala bars and starts tearing the paper and starts eating.

"Yeah. Well, at least you're not wearing the usual uniform," Lukas confirms. Instead of Hermione, he gets blush seeing that girl dressing up. "Going somewhere? When's your concert?" Lukas asks. He just got back from a run at the Wit-Ass Wood Camp behind the Villa, and is drinking a bottle of water in one breath.

"My concert starts at four. I am going out just to waste my time," Hermione replies, looking at Lukas from up to down, shakes her head at how sweaty her friend looks, like he just gotten out of a pool. This boy never take a break, Hermione thinks. "What about you? When's yours?"

"Seven," Lukas answers with a smirk.

"Seven?! What? It's not fair you get to get laid!" Hermione whines.

Lukas throws his empty bottle in the bin and wipes his forehead and face and neck with a small towel he has. His smirk gets bigger when he sees the scowl on Hermione's face and he feels a little triumph there somewhere in his heart when he succeeded to make Hermione angry. "What to say. I like a men band, not some childish band," Lukas teases.

"Oh, don't you dare call One Direction is a childish band!" Hermione warn through her gritted teeth. Her finger of her rifle hand pointing at Lukas. "Or you-"

"Or what? You're going to shoot me with your Barrett?" Lukas's eyebrow rises. Though his lips have now turned into a straight line, but if you look closely, there's still a smirk playing at the end of his thin lips. A devilish one. "I'm your best friend, you won't kill me."

Hermione crosses her arms on her chest, one of her hand has her gronala bar in it that she has yet finished it.

Lukas grins, feeling as if he wins the fight and proud to himself to make Hermione backs down. He opens his mouth to say something -- to cheer that he wins -- but quickly shuts his mouth back when he sees Hermione's face turns soft. His face falls. His heart suddenly thumps louder than the drums. Uh-oh.

"You're right. You're my best friend, I won't kill you. At least myself." This time, it's Hermione's turn to smirk. "But Aaron will be happy to kill you if I tell him. With your Barrett. Wouldn't it be nice?" Hermione's eyes become sharp, that they scare the shit out of Lukas.

The dark-eyed girl casually takes a bite of her gronala again, resume eating again.

It takes a few seconds for Lukas to calm himself down and not pee in his already-wet pants. "Fine! I won't call One Direction a ch-" Hermione raises an eyebrow. "A ch- ugh- whatever!" Lukas rolls his eyes, stomps out of the kitchen grumpily.

Hermione can't help but laugh. "You'll never win with me, Chipmunk!"

"Shut up!" Hermione hears his friend shouting from afar. From her guess, Lukas is on the stairs, ascending to his room.

Hermione lets out one last chuckle and a shake on her head. The latest she wants to leave the Villa is at 11:30 and it's now 11:43. Thirteen minutes late. So by now, she estimates herself finish eating at 11:45 and leaves the house straight away from there. She quickly munches her bars and quickly drinks her milk, throws them away in the bin and quickly head for the door before anyone in the house catches her.

Everything goes smoothly. As soon as she exits the kitchen and walks across the living area to a guess area to TV room, everything goes smoothly. No one was seen in either of the rooms so no one interrupts and asks where she's going to. Until when she reaches the front door, a voice stops her.

"Hermione, wait," calls a soft manly voice Hermione's familiar and in love with.

Hermione stops on her track with only a step to the door and turns to meet Aaron.

"Yes, Aaron?" she couldn't control at how sharp the greeting came out from her mouth, annoyed that someone has to stop her when she's in a rush.

"I- you're mad at me?" Aaron looks at her in pure shock and disbelief. No one's ever raised their voice at him outside his office.

When Hermione realises what she did, she quickly appolagise. "No, it's not it. I didn't mean to snap at you like that. I just...," Hermione trails off, cannot continue what she wants to say. Aaron's eye on him is quite intimidating though they're still heart-melting.

But Aaron's sharp eyes quickly softens when he sees Hermione looks away in fear. "Sorry. I came just to tell you to have fun," he says softly, standing in front of Hermione dangerously close though they can barely touch with the distance. But it's still dangerous.

Hermione looks at Aaron, this time looks at him indifferently. How fast she changes her emotion like a chameleon. How that is her best trait, her talent. But for other like Aaron and even Lukas? They're angry with themselves for not being able to know what Hermione's thinking.

"Okay. I'll try," Hermione replies, really meant her words.

"Nah, you will have fun." Aaron smiles the most gorgeous smile Hermione's ever seen.

I won't if you're not there, Hermione says to herself.

For a long moment, they both stare at each other's gaze. Every thought and imagine come crushing to their minds like a bomb exploding and spreading it's chemical substance, where with only one thing, it can cause a lot of reactions. Just like what they're doing.

From one simple smile, Hermione can think how cute Aaron's lips are; how sweet would it taste; and how nice would it feel in between her lips. She cannot stop thinking how delightful it must have been if she could talk to Aaron every time she wants to, not just during business. She wants to see Aaron every day even if he's not in a good condition. She doesn't care. She wants to know how he looks like in his pyjamas and how loud he can be when he's laughing. Hermione wants to see those.

Who knows if Aaron is actually thinking almost the same, except more pervert. Guys. I can't even tell you what he thinks beside her beautiful dark chocolate eyes. Her cute lips, her cute nose, her slightly wide forehead and her mouth that is full with remarks and feedbacks that no one in the house can handle. She just won't stop arguing until the one who's facing her chickens out or stomps away just like how Lukas did. Hermione's intelligence is what Aaron likes the most. And the fact that she never fails her mission.

"Hermione?" one calls her, leaning in. His hands are in his trousers. Can't risk himself doing anything to the girl in the house although no one would care.

Hermione blinks her eyes rapidly, making Aaron slightly giggles. But that man is a smart man, himself, covers his giggle by clearing his throat.

"What? Sorry, did you say something?"

Aaron smiles once again. Butterflies erupted in Hermione's stomach.

"You're wasting your time. Have fun," Aaron says before he turns around like a robot, both of his hands are still in his pockets.

If one thing Hermione doesn't want herself doing is to blush. She hates blushing because for her, blushing is a type of an embarrassement; and it's a sign of weakness. She can't make anyone see how embarrassed she is over something. She can't let anyone knows what she's feeling because that's not her -- to emotionally show her feeling. And it's really risky to blush if an enemy catches her and mentions someone that makes her weak. But as she watches Aaron walks away she knows she will be mad at herself, because she'd just blushed.

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She's not going anywhere actually. Although she has more than half of her life time roaming around the area nearby Madison Square Garden -- so it would be easy for her to get there if she runs out of time -- but she doesn't know where to go. But she knows one thing: that she hadn't been to any concert before and she needs a "concert outfit." Guess she's going to any mall nearby.

By only 14 she has the money more than she needs. By 19 now, she's a young billionaire. All from her efforts of being the best assassin of her age and gets paid more than her colleagues. Her money won't finish even if she buys the main lot of Victoria Secret's shop.

That's how it prooves Hermione can buy anything she wants, but since she barely goes out, she barely has what she wants except an iPhone6s, an iPad, and a MacBook Air. Her big closet is still empty because she rarely goes shopping. Most of the dresses she has are given by Aaron for mission. She doesn't have her own car. Her room now is her old room. She changes nothing in the room even the wallpaper and drawer and bed. She spends her time shooting and travelling for work. Though Aaron gave her off sometimes, but she rather stays home and plays her gadgets and reads than goes out.

She arrives at the mall and misses how nice it feels like to step in the lavish building. Everything feels right -- from the smell of coffee to the small of buns; though it's packed, but it's fun to be in the mall. Something in it makes Hermione loves to enjoy just being in there and doesn't want to go out.

She heads for the elevator for the second floor and about to enter the first clothing shop on her right when she sees a glimpse of a woman that she thought she knew. Dressed in jeans, t-shirt and sports shoes. Her eyes are hidden under her hat. Her thick and long back hair falls freely to her waist. She's looking around the shop for shirts. Or pretends to look for shirts, Hermione thought.

Hermione takes a deep breath and turns for the third shop on her left. She doesn't feel comfortable being in the mall now, but looking at the time, she knows there's no time for her to exit and get to another mall. It's either she buys a new concert outfit right here or wear the old shirt she's wearing for the concert. Though the shirt on her body is still pretty, but no, she has to get a new shirt.

Her nerves calms down after a few minutes lingering around the shop and finds no one she knew -- like the previous woman. She finally gets to choose the t-shirt she wants. She ends up buying two t-shirts and a couple of bracelets. She then heads for the toilet to change. And that's when she bumps into someone else.

Hermione knows who she is. Often sees her on the TV sometimes before she's gone to a mission. She's been brieved by Aaron not to get caught by Avengers or S.H.I.E.L.D team. Aaron would also do a slide show of the members one by one, esplain along with their special traits and power possessed.

Hermione's not afraid of them. But she's slightly worried if she gets caught. Because getting caught means interrogation by the teams. And someone she's been dreading to meet is from one of those teams. She just didn't want to be interrogated by him, at least.

This woman, this time, is a little bit shorter than the previous woman, has the body that every guy swoons over, knows how to play tricks and spectacular at reading people's mind. Not that she possesses any superpower but she's just . . . smart. Because she was an assassin. She'd been through what Hermione'd been through. Little or more, there must be same knowledge they'd been taught.

Hermione cannot run away. If she runs away, they will chase after her and senses something wrong. But, her identity is sealed. Nobody knows who she is. Though she brings the name 'Hermione' but she's a chameleon.

That girl quickly enters the ladies, with wrinkles on her forehead, pretending that she needs to use the lavatory in case Black Widow decides to stop her. But she knows that woman won't. Because she's not Hermione today. She's Helen.