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The air backstage was thick with the buzz of a thousand camera flashes and the low, hungry roar of the press corps waiting in the auditorium. Tony stood in front of a full-length mirror, but he wasn't looking at his own reflection. He was looking at Pepper, who was carefully adjusting his tie, her movements precise and focused.
"Just read the cards, Tony," she said, her voice a soft, calming presence in the pre-show chaos. "Agent Coulson's alibi is solid. Your robot bodyguard malfunctioned. You, in a separate, heroic bodyguard suit, neutralized it. Simple. No one gets hurt."
Tony nodded, but his eyes were distant. "You know," he said quietly, his gaze finally meeting hers in the mirror, "if I really were Iron Man, my girlfriend would probably be worried sick. She'd be terrified I was going to get myself killed one day."
He stared at her reflection, his meaning hanging heavy and unspoken in the air between them. "What were you thinking, Pep? That night on the roof?"
Pepper's hands stilled on his tie. "Which night?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"That night," he said softly. "The dancing. The balcony…"
The world outside, the press, the cover story—it all faded away. There was only the two of them, reflected in the glass, on the verge of something they had been avoiding for ten long years. An ambiguous, charged silence filled the room.
From his corner, Agent Coulson suddenly found the pattern on the ceiling tiles to be the most fascinating thing he had ever seen.
CRUNCH.
The sound was so loud and so jarringly out of place that it shattered the delicate moment like a pane of glass.
Tony and Pepper jumped, looking around in confusion. "What was that?" Tony asked.
"Crunch… crunch-crunch…"
The sound was coming from… below them? They both looked down.
Sitting on the floor between them, her back against a roadie case, was Hermione. She was holding a large, red apple and taking huge, deliberate, and incredibly noisy bites out of it.
Feeling their gazes on her, she looked up, an apple slice still visible in her mouth. "Whath?" she asked, spraying a fine mist of apple juice.
"When did you get here?!" Tony yelped, genuinely startled.
Hermione swallowed, her expression one of utter disbelief. "When did I—? I came with you! I sat between you in the car on the way over! Have you both gone blind?"
Tony just stared. That couldn't be right. The ride over had been just him and Pepper, the silence thick with a nervous, romantic tension. He would have noticed a whole other person sitting between them. Wouldn't he?
Hermione looked from Tony's baffled face to Pepper's suddenly blushing one, and the pieces clicked into place with an infuriating clarity. Her eyes narrowed. "Oh, I see," she said, her voice dripping with a cold, theatrical fury. "You were so busy making goo-goo eyes at each other that you literally rendered a third human being invisible. You are a menace, Tony Stark! A scoundrel who loses all sense of humanity in the presence of a pretty woman!"
She stood up, pointing an accusatory finger at him. "I should have left you on the floor to die! You don't deserve to be saved!"
With that one, perfectly aimed accusation, Pepper's face went from a soft pink to a deep, embarrassed crimson, and she quickly turned away.
"Crunch, crunch, crunch," Hermione continued, taking out her anger on the poor, unsuspecting apple.
The romantic atmosphere had been thoroughly and completely annihilated. Pepper, returning to her professional default, gave Tony's collar one last, brisk tug. "It's time for you to go on."
Missed my chance, Tony thought, shooting a venomous glare at Hermione. You did that on purpose.
"Blehhh," Hermione replied, sticking her tongue out at him.
"Her-mi-o-ne Gran-ger!" he growled through clenched teeth.
In a quiet viewing room backstage, Pepper and Hermione watched the press conference on a large monitor. Tony was at the podium, the notecards with Coulson's carefully crafted alibi in his hand. He looked at them, then at the sea of reporters. A familiar, rebellious smirk spread across his face. He tossed the cards aside.
"The truth is…" he said, leaning into the microphone, "I am Iron Man."
Pepper groaned, burying her face in her hands. "Oh, Tony. You just couldn't help yourself, could you?"
Hermione just sat there, a slow, satisfied smile on her face. The timeline is secure, she thought.
Pepper, seeing the girl's strange smile, mistook it for a lingering pout. She put a comforting arm around her. "You know how he is, little sister. Don't let him get to you." She saw Hermione idly twirling her wand, making it float and spin in her palm. "You know," she said, her voice full of genuine gratitude, "you saved his life. Twice now. He really does owe you. Anything you want, you just ask for it. I'll make sure you get it."
Hermione's eyes lit up.
"Anything," Pepper added quickly, "except for dragon hearts and phoenix feathers. I still have no idea what those are."
"Hmmph," Hermione grunted, slumping back against Pepper's side.
"It's not that I don't want to help," Pepper explained gently. "It's just… we're Muggles. We don't have access to those things."
"Well," Hermione said, a sly, calculating glint in her eye, "there is one thing. I need Tony's help to modify my broomstick. Just a few… small upgrades."
The harvest had come. She had played the part of the good, helpful child. She had built a foundation of trust and affection. And now, she was cashing in. Her plan was simple and elegant. By becoming Pepper's beloved little sister, she had gained an unbreakable emotional foothold in Tony's life. Pepper was the key to his heart, and by extension, his resources. She didn't need to control Stark Industries. She just needed to control the woman who controlled the man who ran it. Tony Stark, the great Iron Man, would now be working for her, whether he knew it or not.
That night, the top floor of Stark Tower was a quiet, elegant celebration. Tony, in a sharp tuxedo, and Pepper, in a stunning white suit, stood by the panoramic window, two glasses of champagne in hand. Hermione, in her usual black robes, sat at the enormous dining table, glaring at the glass of sparkling apple juice Pepper had insisted she drink.
A private chef had prepared a world-class Cantonese dinner, and as they ate, a new, comfortable dynamic began to settle over them. Tony and Pepper, finally acknowledging the unspoken feelings between them, were having their first real date, with their strange, magical, and slightly grumpy adopted daughter sitting between them.
Later, they flew back to the Malibu mansion. Hermione, as an undocumented person, had no home of her own, so Pepper had insisted she stay with her. And now that Pepper and Tony were, for all intents and purposes, together, it meant this vast, empty mansion was her new home, too.
As the three of them stepped into the grand, darkened foyer, a sudden, unnatural chill filled the air. The automated lights, which should have turned on the moment they entered, remained dark. The usual, gentle hum of the house's systems was gone, replaced by an unnerving, absolute silence.
Hermione, who had been tired and content just a moment before, suddenly went rigid. Her head snapped up, her eyes narrowing as she stared into the impenetrable darkness in the center of the hall. A low, almost inaudible hiss escaped her lips.
Something was here. Something was wrong.
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