Breakfast At Tiffany's Revisited

It was stormy night. Rain was pouring, thunder was booming, and a little gas lantern was lit in the corner of the sitting room, while the rest of the room was hidden in darkness. Three best friends sat in the darkness, contemplating what they should do.

"BLOODY POWER OUTAGES."

"Shut up Ron I'm trying to read."

"Why don't you both shut up so I can sit in the dark in silence?"

Did I happen to mention that these three best friends weren't exactly getting along at the moment?

Hermione Granger sat huddled next to the gas lantern, her bushy hair covering the little light it gave off, making sure it only reached to the outer edges of her book. She rolled her eyes and turned the page.

"Would you move your head please?" a deep voice rang out from somewhere within the inky black of the room.

Hermione's head snapped up, letting the light extend a bit farther, and could just make out the figure of a man sitting on the couch. Well, make that two men.

"Thanks ever so much. Your hair was being a little greedy," another voice rang out.

Hermione glared at the two men sitting opposite of her, although she wasn't sure if they could make out her facial features at the moment. So to get her point across, she just answered, "I thought I told you to shut up Ronald."

She could hear the spluttering coming from across the room and with a small smirk she lowered her head again, content with the silence she had just commanded. She read another two pages before she realized that her best friends hadn't said a word in the past five minutes. For Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, it was certainly a strange happening.

She lifted her head up once more, in order to squint her eyes and see what the two boys were doing. All she could see were two blobs that sort of looked like the shape of her two best friends. And she couldn't at all figure out what they could possibly be doing. So she decided to give asking a question a try.

"What are you two losers doing?"

No answer.

"Seriously you guys. What are you doing?"

No answer again except for a shuffle of movement.

"I'm not kidding. It's creepy."

Suddenly she felt a shiver go down her spine, and the feeling of someone, or something, behind her.

"Ha-Harry…" she called out quietly. "Ron?"

Suddenly there was a boom of thunder, followed by a streak of lighting that illuminated the room for a split second. And it only took a split second to realize two shadowy figures were standing over her. And it only took a split second for Hermione to shriek in surprise as she was picked up by two sets of strong arms and dumped unceremoniously onto the couch that her best friends had just be occupying.

"HARRY POTTER! RONALD WEASLEY! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?"

She glared across the room at Harry and Ron who were now seated on the loveseat, the lantern between them, smirking at Hermione.

"Just enjoying the light that has been denied to us by the evil witch of the house. That's all." Ron answered.

"I wanted to catch up on my reading." Harry replied, grabbing the book that had been discarded after Hermione had been abducted from the loveseat.

He opened it with a gusto Hermione knew he had to be faking. She crossed her arms and stared sullenly across the room.

"Breakfast At Tiffany's. What a wonderfully delicious light reading project for our Hermione! Don't you think so Ron?" Harry asked with a girlish giggle at the end.

Ron grimaced, but decided to play along anyway. "Why yes Harry. Quite delicious."

Hermione tried to stop the grin that was threatening to expand on her face. "Oh stop it Harry. You guys seriously need to move. There is too much love happening on top of that seat..."

Harry looked up quite amused by the situation. "Don't be silly Hermione. I for one, can honestly imagine you being inspired by the Miss Golightly in this book."

Hermione blinked. "Excuse me?"

"I mean you ARE so much like her."

"Oh shut up Harry."

"Oh but you love it Hermione."

"Oh how you two make me sick."

Hermione stared out the window into the roaring storm. Herself, Hermione Granger, being compared to Holly Golightly?

It sounded absurd to her, even after everything that had happened. But it had happened. And for that, she was quite happy….

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Flashback to two weeks ago…

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"Can you believe we're living in bloody New York City? Ron, I mean look at what we can see from our window! Times Square…ok well if you squint…and there's Central Park…or maybe that's just a few trees…looks darn green though…Ron…RON!"

Ron Weasley sat up abruptly, awakening from a deep sleep, looking around blearily. "You called?"

"Were you listening to anything I was just saying?"

"Absolutely. One hundred percent."

"Then what did I just say about Central Park?

Ron gazed around the room, taking in the empty surroundings. Then, his gaze landed on Harry who he stared at for a moment confused, before answering somewhat dazed, "What's a Central Park?"

Harry rolled his eyes and turned towards the pile of boxes he had yet to open. He really still couldn't believe he was sitting in his very own apartment, in the middle of a quiet (well as quiet as it could be in New York) street in the biggest city in America. At first he blamed Hermione for the move. It had been her idea in the first place. And on their first visit to the massive city, Harry had immediately hated it. The skyscrapers were so different compared to the lush forests and castles of Hogwarts. As Hermione had led him and Ron to the street he was standing on now, he had to admit it wasn't that bad. In fact , it looked just like those streets in the old movies with Gary Cooper and Cary Grant.

Not that Harry had seen those movies.

He smiled to himself as he thought of the time he told Ron that. It wasn't his fault he had lived with Hermione for six months after graduation, and was forced to watch those stupid old American movies. Well to Hermione they were treasures. And he had to admit, they really weren't that bad…

He brought his mind back to the task at hand. Ron had drifted off again on the couch, mumbling something about how he couldn't get used to the time change. Harry could only roll his eyes again when he reminded Ron that they had both apparated to New York.

Thirty minutes ago.

From somewhere deep in one of the boxes, Harry heard his cell phone ring. Yet another contraption Hermione had made him get, along with walkie-talkies, lava lamps, and bean bag chairs. "Bloody phone…where did I put it…"

Harry dug frantically through the box where the sound was coming from, and came up with the tiny gadget right before the voicemail would kick in.

"Hello?"

"Hi Harry!"

Harry smiled to himself before replying, "Hello Hermione."

"What're you doing?"

"I'm un-packing."

"Oh. That's nice."

"Yes. Yes it is."

Silence. Harry smirked. There was something she wanted to tell him. He could tell.

"Hermione darling…what's wrong?"

She let out a huffy sigh. "Don't call me darling. And nothing is wrong."

"I don't believe you."

"Oh Harry."

"Oh Hermione."

Silence again. Harry sat down on the couch on the side Ron wasn't flopped on, "Hermioneeee…"

"Oh alright. Cho Chang called me today."

"WHAT?"

"Um yes. She actually wanted to wish me good luck on the move and to tell you that she would be giving you a ring. I gave her your cell phone number of course. I'm not completely sure she knows HOW to use a phone…but well…you'll know when you pick up and she's screaming."

"She's…calling…me?"

"Oh Harry give me a break. We aren't fourteen years old anymore! We are grown adults. For goodness sakes you should be happy!"

"Happy about what? Happy that I'm going to make a complete fool out of myself?"

"You are not going to make a complete fool out yourself. You've wanted to talk to Cho for years now. So get your act together!"

Harry was silent, trying to process the information.

"Oh, and when she was saying goodbye, she said 'see you soon!'. I wonder what she meant by that…"

Harry wasn't listening, as he was still trying to understand the concept of Cho Chang calling HIM. "Listen Hermione…when you get here next week, can you help me out?"

"Um about that Harry…"

"Like help me figure out how the hell I'm supposed to talk to this girl after that awesome date in fifth year…I made the girl cry!"

"Harry, about next week…I'm not coming…"

There was a loud beeping in Harry's ear. "What in the world is that noise? Hermione I think your amazing 'cell phone' is breaking."

"Harry…that beeping means you have another call."

"WHAT? IT'S CHO. I KNOW IT. OH MERLIN IT'S CHO…"

"Harry…I think I'm hanging up now…"

"Hermione…what the…hello? HELLO?"

Click.

Hermione shut her phone with a sigh. If only Harry wasn't so daft all the time. And now Cho Chang of all people. Really. What was her luck…the man that she was hopelessly in love with was obsessed with another woman.

Now she just had to get rid of Cho, and make Harry realize they were perfect for each other. She snorted. "Right, like that will ever happen."

Looking around her empty apartment, Hermione closed her last suitcase with a snap.

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Ron awoke with a jolt, when he heard the girlish scream coming from next to him. Opening his eyes, he found himself staring at his best mate, who was staring at the cell phone open in his hand, looking like he was about to be sick.

"Come on mate…even I know that's a cellytone."

Harry looked back and forth between the obnoxiously beeping phone and the sleepy Ron, trying to decide if he should correct Ron's blunder, answer the phone, or just hang up.

"It's cell PHONE Ron."

"Right. That's what I said. Will you please stop that bloody beeping!"

Harry looked quickly at Ron, pressure building in his chest.

Beep.

"Hello?"

Ron smiled and closed his eyes, trying to fall back asleep.

"Hello Cho. Yes…it's nice to talk to you too…what was that? You're coming to New York?!"

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DUN DUN DUNNNNN

Gosh I'm the worst person in the world. I haven't even started the next chapter to Oh What an Obvious Romance. I'm bad.

But I just watched Breakfast at Tiffany's the other day (which is by the way, the best movie ever made) and I had this plot attack my brain. I couldn't stop it.

It may not be obvious as to where I'm headed with this, and how it relates to Breakfast at Tiffany's, but I can assure you, it will be interesting. It may not be obvious now, but it will gain similarities as I go on.

I can't say if interesting is a good thing or a bad thing…but we'll see.

And I promise I'll start working on Oh What an Obvious Romance in a few days. Once I settle this plot.

I would love to say that this will have 10 chapters...

But as you know, I think a lot. And never follow through.

(oh and I'm American, and I speak like an American, so my sincerest apologies for screwing up British slang. And the characters are all very much out of character. If you've read my other stories, Ron is a bit of a slob yet offers comic relief, Hermione is a bit of an obsessed beautiful bookworm, and Harry is our tortured confused, yet amazingly handsome hero. It's just how I do things…)

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