It's three years after everybody gets out of Hogwarts, age twentyish.
Day One
Harry and Hermione were having one of their (usually) little chats at Harry's Unpottable flat. Harry had, in the recent months, defeated Voldemort, and the topic eventually got changed to Ginny and Draco.
"I can't believe that they're finally going to get married!" squealed Hermione. Hermione's squealing was a sound that Harry had come to know and love.
"I know," agreed Harry whole-heartedly.
"And on Valentine's Day, too!"
Harry sighed a happy sigh.
"Speaking of Valentines Day, Harry, is there any special girl who'll be surprised this year?" Harry always got blamed of not having a girlfriend, but there's always been someone that he would love to spend the rest of his life with.
Harry blushed (which Hermione had come to know and love) and mumbled a maybe.
"O! Who?! Is it someone I know?"
"Yes," said Harry.
She squealed. "Do I know her?"
"You just asked that," replied Harry, retaining his cool.
"Do I know him?"
Harry snapped out of it and they started laughing.
"Yes, you know her," he said, emphasizing the 'her'.
"Oh! Did she go to Hogwarts?"
"Maybe," said Harry, grinning.
"She did! She did!" He just grinned. "I told you! You'd never be able to fool me, Mr. Potter. What's she like?"
"I really don't know."
"What do you mean?" she replied, curious.
"Well, I don't get to see her very often, but when I do..."
"What? And why don't you see her very much?"
"But when I do... I don't know... I'm just very... content, I guess."
"But why don't you see her very much?"
"I'm not sure if she feels the same way about me as I do her."
"But what if you just tried, Harry. What's the worst that could happen?"
"I've tried. Once, twice or so before: owling, flooing, talking... none of them worked. I chickened out before I got the chance."
Then the last statement sunk into him.
"What's the worst that could happen!? She's been my friend for who knows how long! I don't want to ruin what we do have over me liking her. It can hold out. Look at you and Ron! Didn't quite work out, did it!? She could say no!" Harry was so flustered that he didn't, at the time, realize that what he was saying didn't make sense.
"But," she said, totally ignoring the part about Ron, "she could say yes."
"No she wouldn't. She doesn't see me how I see her."
"How do you know?"
"I asked her out before, in school, but she wouldn't."
"Did she give a reason?" Hermione asked, the most oblivious Harry had ever seen her.
"Yes."
"What was it?"
"She was seeing someone else."
"Who?
"I don't know. Not like I wanted to ask who my 'crush' was going out with."
"Why not go and floo her up now?"
"She's not home."
"How do you know?
"Because she's not! I just know!"
"Alright. I'm sorry. I'll lay off. Can you at least tell me what she looks like?"
"I guess. What do you want to know?"
"What color eyes does she have?"
"She has these amazing hazelnut brown eyes. I could look into them forever, but I can't because she doesn't feel the same way toward me." AN-Have to remember, readers, Harry's kinda mad, and he's kinda in a daze thing right now. He just defeated Voldy.
"Ooo!" Hermione squealed. Why wouldn't Harry just tell her plain out who it was?
"Any other features I should know about?"
"She's just perfect. Perfect hair, perfect teeth, perfect body, perfect everything."
"And?" Hermione pushed.
"So, who's your mystery date?" asked Harry, changing the subject.
"I don't have one," blushed Hermione.
"Still waitin' for Mr. Right?"
"Yup."
"Me too, me too. Ms. Right, of course."
Hermione giggled, and Harry grabbed her and brought her into a hug and snuggled down to watch a movie. Hermione was used to watching TV, but Harry still wasn't able to adjust to being on his own. After all, what's the point of the Boy-Who-Lived if he did his purpose? He's now the Boy-Who- Defeated-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named-And-Lived-To-Tell-His-Story. And does Harry want this? No...
And to my absolutely wonderful betas! I owe you so much! Merci wipes tear from eye
Day One
Harry and Hermione were having one of their (usually) little chats at Harry's Unpottable flat. Harry had, in the recent months, defeated Voldemort, and the topic eventually got changed to Ginny and Draco.
"I can't believe that they're finally going to get married!" squealed Hermione. Hermione's squealing was a sound that Harry had come to know and love.
"I know," agreed Harry whole-heartedly.
"And on Valentine's Day, too!"
Harry sighed a happy sigh.
"Speaking of Valentines Day, Harry, is there any special girl who'll be surprised this year?" Harry always got blamed of not having a girlfriend, but there's always been someone that he would love to spend the rest of his life with.
Harry blushed (which Hermione had come to know and love) and mumbled a maybe.
"O! Who?! Is it someone I know?"
"Yes," said Harry.
She squealed. "Do I know her?"
"You just asked that," replied Harry, retaining his cool.
"Do I know him?"
Harry snapped out of it and they started laughing.
"Yes, you know her," he said, emphasizing the 'her'.
"Oh! Did she go to Hogwarts?"
"Maybe," said Harry, grinning.
"She did! She did!" He just grinned. "I told you! You'd never be able to fool me, Mr. Potter. What's she like?"
"I really don't know."
"What do you mean?" she replied, curious.
"Well, I don't get to see her very often, but when I do..."
"What? And why don't you see her very much?"
"But when I do... I don't know... I'm just very... content, I guess."
"But why don't you see her very much?"
"I'm not sure if she feels the same way about me as I do her."
"But what if you just tried, Harry. What's the worst that could happen?"
"I've tried. Once, twice or so before: owling, flooing, talking... none of them worked. I chickened out before I got the chance."
Then the last statement sunk into him.
"What's the worst that could happen!? She's been my friend for who knows how long! I don't want to ruin what we do have over me liking her. It can hold out. Look at you and Ron! Didn't quite work out, did it!? She could say no!" Harry was so flustered that he didn't, at the time, realize that what he was saying didn't make sense.
"But," she said, totally ignoring the part about Ron, "she could say yes."
"No she wouldn't. She doesn't see me how I see her."
"How do you know?"
"I asked her out before, in school, but she wouldn't."
"Did she give a reason?" Hermione asked, the most oblivious Harry had ever seen her.
"Yes."
"What was it?"
"She was seeing someone else."
"Who?
"I don't know. Not like I wanted to ask who my 'crush' was going out with."
"Why not go and floo her up now?"
"She's not home."
"How do you know?
"Because she's not! I just know!"
"Alright. I'm sorry. I'll lay off. Can you at least tell me what she looks like?"
"I guess. What do you want to know?"
"What color eyes does she have?"
"She has these amazing hazelnut brown eyes. I could look into them forever, but I can't because she doesn't feel the same way toward me." AN-Have to remember, readers, Harry's kinda mad, and he's kinda in a daze thing right now. He just defeated Voldy.
"Ooo!" Hermione squealed. Why wouldn't Harry just tell her plain out who it was?
"Any other features I should know about?"
"She's just perfect. Perfect hair, perfect teeth, perfect body, perfect everything."
"And?" Hermione pushed.
"So, who's your mystery date?" asked Harry, changing the subject.
"I don't have one," blushed Hermione.
"Still waitin' for Mr. Right?"
"Yup."
"Me too, me too. Ms. Right, of course."
Hermione giggled, and Harry grabbed her and brought her into a hug and snuggled down to watch a movie. Hermione was used to watching TV, but Harry still wasn't able to adjust to being on his own. After all, what's the point of the Boy-Who-Lived if he did his purpose? He's now the Boy-Who- Defeated-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named-And-Lived-To-Tell-His-Story. And does Harry want this? No...
And to my absolutely wonderful betas! I owe you so much! Merci wipes tear from eye