(A/N: If I did own Harry Potter, I'd be rolling in money. Most
unfortunately, I'm not. So there.
This story is basically set around five years after they graduated from
Hogwarts. Enjoy and review)
'Ron's gone to war?' gasped Hermione.
Lavender nodded mutely.
'Oh, Lav.' Said Hermione. 'Don't worry.'
'Worry?' said Lavender. 'How can I not worry? My husband is in the army against the Dark Side where he may be killed any minute, yeah, I shouldn't worry.'
'Look, their saying that the war is ending soon. The Dark Side is losing more and more people everyday, they will surrender soon.'
Lavender sighed. 'You haven't been exposed, Herm.'
'What do you mean?'
'You've been writing and travelling with your work. You hear rumours but you don't see the evidence.' She said. 'This, is evidence.'
She showed Hermione a newspaper clipping. 'War Keeps Bringing Death Not Glory.' Read Hermione. 'I'm not travelling anymore,' she said patting Lavender's hand. 'I'll be here.'
'Well.I'd better go.' said Lavender reluctantly. 'How Louis will respond when he hears about his father.'
'Shh.' said Hermione. 'He is fine yet, OK? Don't worry yourself.'
Lavender smiled slightly. 'Bye, Hermione. I'm running late.'
'Bye Lav.' Said Hermione.
Lavender left, closing the apartment door softly after her.
Hermione made herself a cup of tea and collapsed on her favourite chair with the newspaper clipping.
'Hermione?' called a voice.
'Harry!' Hermione squealed, throwing open the door and hugging him.
'You're back!' he said kissing her forehead.
Hermione smiled as she brushed back his hair.
'What's that?' he asked of what she was clutching in her hand.
She handed it to him.
'You've heard about Ron?' Harry said after reading the headline.
Hermione sighed. 'Yes.'
Harry sighed as well. 'The office is getting flooded with owls everyday now.' He shook his head. 'Let's talk about something else.'
'Yes.' Said Hermione emphatically. 'Let's.'
'Heard you sold your first book!' said Harry grinning.
Hermione's big brown eyes sparkled. 'Uh-huh.' She said. 'Morton Publisher's accepted it.'
'How about we celebrate?' suggested Harry.
'Would I ever say no?' smiled Hermione.
Harry kissed her left hand where a ring sparkled. 'Of course not.'
A few minutes later, Hermione walked down the stairs to meet Harry. Harry looked at her admiringly. She was so beautiful, wearing a pretty pale pink sundress and tiny silver necklace. Her silky, curly hair was loosely down framing her face.
'You,' he said taking her hand, 'look stunning.'
They apparated into Diagon Alley and sat down in a private booth in the Leaky Cauldron.
'Hermione,' said Harry suddenly. 'I was wondering.'
'Yes?'
'Whether we can get married.' Harry finished.
'Stupid,' smiled Hermione. She held up her hand where an engagement ring sparkled, 'We will in a few months.'
'No, I mean sooner.' Said Harry.
'But, the caterers.the hall...it's.'
'Shh.' said Harry kissing her hand. 'Look, we can have our fairy tale wedding after the war. But first, we can have a small wedding.'
'Harry, is there something your not telling me?'
Harry sighed. 'The Ministry says I have to join the battleground. If anyone has to tackle Voldemort, it will be me.'
'No.' said Hermione closing her eyes.
'I'm sorry, Hermione.'
'Oh, it's not your fault.' Said Hermione. 'But when do you want to get married?'
'Next week?'
'Oh God.' Whispered Hermione. 'Then you're leaving?'
'I'm afraid so.'
Hermione looked down, hoping that Harry didn't notice the two fat tears which plopped into her salad.
*
The next day, Hermione walked into the Publishing Offices. There she saw Greg Watson. 'Hey, darlin'.' He said in his American drawl. 'Our book is sure to be a hit!' he said picking her up and whirling her around.
'Our book?' repeated Hermione.
'Well, I had to change stuff you know.' He said.
'Oh OK.' Said Hermione puzzled. She felt a little suspicious, but put the thought out of her head. He was a world famous author anyway.
'So, you wanna go out tonight for a business meeting?' he said. 'I think that the book'll be ready by then, anyhow.'
'Well.I was going to finalize my catering plans.'
'C'mon sweetie, surely someone else can do that?'
'All right,' said Hermione with a sigh. 'I call Harry and ask him.'
Greg's eyebrow furrowed a little but when she saw him, he immediately smiled at her. 'I'd like to thank you for the work you've done.' He said. 'You have a makings of a great writer.'
Hermione was immensely flattered. After all, he was a world class author, topping charts in many countries. She looked at him, over-awed.
Greg smiled down at her, admiring her star-struck cinnamon eyes and creamy tan skin. He ran a hand through her hair. Hermione stepped away slightly, feeling a little strange. He was only her boss, after all. 'See you, tonight,' he said.
Hermione frowned a little. She wasn't so blind as to see that there was something suggestive in his tone.
'Miss. Granger?' a voice said behind her.
'Yes?' she said, turning around.
'Take those rose coloured glasses off and see him properly.' His secretary said. Hermione smiled politely, but feeling a bit odd, she left.
'A phone call for you Miss. Granger,' said Lindy, the receptionist.
'Thanks,' said Hermione taking it. 'Hello?' she said into the phone.
'Guess who.'
'Hi Harry.' She said smiling gratefully at his timing, debating whether to tell him about her uncomfortable feelings.
'Hi sweetheart,'
'Would you be able to see the caterers tonight?'
'Sure. Have you got another meeting?'
'Yeah.with Greg.'
'Well, I'll see you later then. I have to go, another flock of owls are attacking my PA.' Said Harry quickly and hung up.
'Bye.' She said to the buzzing she heard on the other end.
A/N: If this isn't worth finishing, then say so. Because I don't want to waste your time and mine. Please review and tell me what you think and kisses to all who leave nice ones. Hint, hint - OK? Love those who do press that little button! Sassy.
'Ron's gone to war?' gasped Hermione.
Lavender nodded mutely.
'Oh, Lav.' Said Hermione. 'Don't worry.'
'Worry?' said Lavender. 'How can I not worry? My husband is in the army against the Dark Side where he may be killed any minute, yeah, I shouldn't worry.'
'Look, their saying that the war is ending soon. The Dark Side is losing more and more people everyday, they will surrender soon.'
Lavender sighed. 'You haven't been exposed, Herm.'
'What do you mean?'
'You've been writing and travelling with your work. You hear rumours but you don't see the evidence.' She said. 'This, is evidence.'
She showed Hermione a newspaper clipping. 'War Keeps Bringing Death Not Glory.' Read Hermione. 'I'm not travelling anymore,' she said patting Lavender's hand. 'I'll be here.'
'Well.I'd better go.' said Lavender reluctantly. 'How Louis will respond when he hears about his father.'
'Shh.' said Hermione. 'He is fine yet, OK? Don't worry yourself.'
Lavender smiled slightly. 'Bye, Hermione. I'm running late.'
'Bye Lav.' Said Hermione.
Lavender left, closing the apartment door softly after her.
Hermione made herself a cup of tea and collapsed on her favourite chair with the newspaper clipping.
'Hermione?' called a voice.
'Harry!' Hermione squealed, throwing open the door and hugging him.
'You're back!' he said kissing her forehead.
Hermione smiled as she brushed back his hair.
'What's that?' he asked of what she was clutching in her hand.
She handed it to him.
'You've heard about Ron?' Harry said after reading the headline.
Hermione sighed. 'Yes.'
Harry sighed as well. 'The office is getting flooded with owls everyday now.' He shook his head. 'Let's talk about something else.'
'Yes.' Said Hermione emphatically. 'Let's.'
'Heard you sold your first book!' said Harry grinning.
Hermione's big brown eyes sparkled. 'Uh-huh.' She said. 'Morton Publisher's accepted it.'
'How about we celebrate?' suggested Harry.
'Would I ever say no?' smiled Hermione.
Harry kissed her left hand where a ring sparkled. 'Of course not.'
A few minutes later, Hermione walked down the stairs to meet Harry. Harry looked at her admiringly. She was so beautiful, wearing a pretty pale pink sundress and tiny silver necklace. Her silky, curly hair was loosely down framing her face.
'You,' he said taking her hand, 'look stunning.'
They apparated into Diagon Alley and sat down in a private booth in the Leaky Cauldron.
'Hermione,' said Harry suddenly. 'I was wondering.'
'Yes?'
'Whether we can get married.' Harry finished.
'Stupid,' smiled Hermione. She held up her hand where an engagement ring sparkled, 'We will in a few months.'
'No, I mean sooner.' Said Harry.
'But, the caterers.the hall...it's.'
'Shh.' said Harry kissing her hand. 'Look, we can have our fairy tale wedding after the war. But first, we can have a small wedding.'
'Harry, is there something your not telling me?'
Harry sighed. 'The Ministry says I have to join the battleground. If anyone has to tackle Voldemort, it will be me.'
'No.' said Hermione closing her eyes.
'I'm sorry, Hermione.'
'Oh, it's not your fault.' Said Hermione. 'But when do you want to get married?'
'Next week?'
'Oh God.' Whispered Hermione. 'Then you're leaving?'
'I'm afraid so.'
Hermione looked down, hoping that Harry didn't notice the two fat tears which plopped into her salad.
*
The next day, Hermione walked into the Publishing Offices. There she saw Greg Watson. 'Hey, darlin'.' He said in his American drawl. 'Our book is sure to be a hit!' he said picking her up and whirling her around.
'Our book?' repeated Hermione.
'Well, I had to change stuff you know.' He said.
'Oh OK.' Said Hermione puzzled. She felt a little suspicious, but put the thought out of her head. He was a world famous author anyway.
'So, you wanna go out tonight for a business meeting?' he said. 'I think that the book'll be ready by then, anyhow.'
'Well.I was going to finalize my catering plans.'
'C'mon sweetie, surely someone else can do that?'
'All right,' said Hermione with a sigh. 'I call Harry and ask him.'
Greg's eyebrow furrowed a little but when she saw him, he immediately smiled at her. 'I'd like to thank you for the work you've done.' He said. 'You have a makings of a great writer.'
Hermione was immensely flattered. After all, he was a world class author, topping charts in many countries. She looked at him, over-awed.
Greg smiled down at her, admiring her star-struck cinnamon eyes and creamy tan skin. He ran a hand through her hair. Hermione stepped away slightly, feeling a little strange. He was only her boss, after all. 'See you, tonight,' he said.
Hermione frowned a little. She wasn't so blind as to see that there was something suggestive in his tone.
'Miss. Granger?' a voice said behind her.
'Yes?' she said, turning around.
'Take those rose coloured glasses off and see him properly.' His secretary said. Hermione smiled politely, but feeling a bit odd, she left.
'A phone call for you Miss. Granger,' said Lindy, the receptionist.
'Thanks,' said Hermione taking it. 'Hello?' she said into the phone.
'Guess who.'
'Hi Harry.' She said smiling gratefully at his timing, debating whether to tell him about her uncomfortable feelings.
'Hi sweetheart,'
'Would you be able to see the caterers tonight?'
'Sure. Have you got another meeting?'
'Yeah.with Greg.'
'Well, I'll see you later then. I have to go, another flock of owls are attacking my PA.' Said Harry quickly and hung up.
'Bye.' She said to the buzzing she heard on the other end.
A/N: If this isn't worth finishing, then say so. Because I don't want to waste your time and mine. Please review and tell me what you think and kisses to all who leave nice ones. Hint, hint - OK? Love those who do press that little button! Sassy.
