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Disclaimer: Yes. We've all heard it before.Harry Potter does not belong to me. this is purely for a non - profit cause
When one returns to what one should not have left - Chapter one
Hermione Granger carefully chewed what was supposed to be delicious meal with a this-tastes-like-shit expression on her face. Suddenly her dim sum didn't taste so good anymore. Harry Potter looked at her with an exasperated expression on his face.
"Come on Hermione, it's been over 2 years now. Aren't you willing to let this blow over?"
"Let what blow over? Harry Potter, I thought you and I had an understanding." Hermione tapped her chopsticks on the side of her serving bowl.
"He's sorry. I know. He's just too stubborn to admit it."
Hermione let out an arrogant 'hmph' and looked skyward. Harry sighed.
"I'll apologise for him. Hermione, I have been such a jerk, I apologise. Please accept my humble apology."
Hermione snorted. "It's not the same Harry. He must come grovelling back to me for my gracious forgiveness; he has this 'I hate doing this' expression on his face that makes me feel infinitely more superior. It'll be a perfect start to my welcome home party."
"You aren't even going to have a welcome home party. And even if you did, Ron would only come if you apologised to him first."
"Harry, think with the logical part of your brain. What do you think is the probability of that happening?"
"That is a rhetorical question I suppose?" Harry asked sighing. Hermione nodded.
"You know this tastes really foul." Harry remarked, swallowing down his siu mai with liberal gulps of tea. He ended up getting tea leaves stuck in his throat. Much to Hermione's disdain, he started to cough up his siu mai particles. Hermione petted him on the back.
"Come on Harry, please don't cough all of it out." She encouraged, holding her napkin to his mouth.
"How the hell did you live off this shit for two and a half years?"
"I LIKE this 'shit', as you call it Harry! And mind your language."
Ron Weasley stopped eating what was supposed to be delicious meal. Harry Potter massaged his temples in a rhythmic, circular motion that was promised to be calming. Obviously, the book he'd bought, "A spiritual guide for the stressed" had lied.
"Ron, it's been over two years - come on,"
"Harry? I am tuning your frequency out."
"Stop being such a stubborn git and listen. She's sorry. She's just too stubborn to admit it. Here, I'll apologise for her, Ron, I have been such a dimwit, I knew I should have never left all this behind, but now I am back, and I apologise."
Ron opened his mouth to retort but closed his mouth quickly and chewed the rest of his lunch. It was the manner that Mrs. Weasley had perfected with much effort. "Harry. It's not the same. She has to come crawling back to me and apologise to me, face to face. She has this 'I know I am right but I still have to do this' look on her face. It's priceless. It makes me feel so much more superior."
Harry raised his eyes to heaven. He wished he was there now. "Look Ron, I think actually, it was more your fault than hers."
"What?! I can't believe this!"
"You know how important the concept of work is to Hermione; I mean she was just doing her job,"
"It was an OPTIONAL part of the job,"
"Be reasonable for God's sake! Grow up! We've always taken assignments that were weeks long!"
"Firstly, they weren't optional and it was only temporary."
"Nevertheless, Hermione was always supportive when we went on those assignments and,"
"Harry, let's change the subject." Ron said with finality in his voice.
"Where, pray tell, are we going?" Ron asked for what may have been the fiftieth time. Harry had been dodging the answer ever since lunch when he finally decided that the situation called for desperate measures.
"I'm taking you to see someone, who is very dear to both of us." he replied offhandedly, grabbing Ron's arm in a tight vice. Ron narrowed his eyes.
"Who is this person that we are both so fond of?"
"Hermione" Harry answered in an indistinct voice.
"Who?"
Harry sighed. "H-E-R-M-I-O" he spelt out each letter clearly.
Ron started thrashing. "NO! I am not going damn it!"
Desperate times called for desperate measures.
"She told me that she wanted to apologise to you." Harry said, praying to whatever deity was up there that Hermione wouldn't curse him to smithereens.
A very wide and a very smug smile overtook Ron's face. "Really?"
"Yes, really."
"Ahem." Ron straightened his jacket and ran his fingers through his fiery locks. "Lead the way then Harry."
Sighing and clenching his fists, Harry led Ron to Hermione's apartment.
"Be nice."
"Sure."
"Encyclopaedia of Magical Herbs.you go here.Wizardry and social trends: A look at the geography of wizard behaviour.you are going over there," Hermione muttered as we levitated her books one by one to their respective shelves. Most of her library was done but the rest of her apartment was in disarray. The cardboard box she was sitting on gave away and she crashed into it, getting her behind stuck, when she yelped as the doorbell rang loudly. She hobbled around trying to get her glutious maximus out of the cardboard box.
"Hermione? Hermione, you in there?" It was Harry.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" Hermione swore as she bounced about on her bottom trying to regain her previous composure of calmness and confidence.
"I'm coming in!" Harry yelled from outside.
"No!" Letting Harry see her like this was embarrassing. But it was far more embarrassing than she had expected.
She blew the strand of hair form her face. "Here Harry, give me a ha - !" she abruptly stopped all human activity, including breathing, when she caught sight of Ron Weasley. A Ron Weasley with a very wide smirk plastered on his face. A Ron Weasley who infuriated her.
"What in the name of God is he doing here?" Hermione shrieked breathing heavily.
Ron's infuriating grin widened. "I've come to benevolently accept your most humble apologies."
Hermione looked at him incredulously for a moment and started to laugh.
"Excuse me? The only thing I was inclined to do was to accept your grovelling apology. I, apologise to you? Why don't you skate back home Ron, because hell just froze over."
Ron looked at Harry with an accusing look and raised an eyebrow. Harry ginned ruefully.
Meanwhile, Hermione was beginning to relax in her box, getting into a comfortable reclining position.
"So, as hell is still burning down there. Ron. I am waiting patiently for you to apologise to me."
"I know this sounds clichéd, but, was that just a flying pig out there? Oops. No it wasn't."
Hermione snorted. "Whatever. You realise Ron, I CAN make a pig fly outside my window. If I can obtain one, which will be easy as I am staring at one now."
"I suppose you're implying that I'm a pig?" Ron asked with a knowing smile. Hermione chose not to respond.
"Harry? If you haven't noticed, I am still stuck in a freaking box. Perhaps you could help me off it?" Hermione asked impatiently.
Harry looked about him, and spied many other cardboard boxes. His frustration got the better of his philos love and roughly took Ron by surprise and shoved him butt first into another box, "Oy!!" Ron shouted as he landed heavily on another box. He glared at Harry.
"What kind of betrayal is this?"
Harry imperiously stood over his two 'boxed' friends and smiled triumphantly.
"Harry! Harry! Damn you! You son of a - "
"Ron!"
"Shut up!" Harry roared. The two fell silent.
"If you ever want to get out of those boxes," Ron and Hermione glared at Harry while bouncing up and down on their bottoms at a futile attempt of escape. "Then you both have to do what I tell you to do. And co-operate."
Harry looked in turn at both of them. Hermione had a sceptical look on her face and Ron glared at him narrowly.
"Now, I don't understand, as usual, for the reason of your childlike behaviour, or for the reason of this fight, that took place over two years ago. Out with it. Hermione, why don't you go first?"
Hermione smiled slightly and glared at Ron before speaking.
"We were all there to witness it. It was his fault. I had to go to southern China to work on a muggle - relations project and he gets all "you can't go" like he's my bloody parent."
Ron rolled his eyes.
"You sir, what have you got to say?"
Ron snorted. "It was a totally valid reason. Here, in this room, sits a woman, in a box, who claims to be our best friend. Well, what does she do? She leaves all of us behind an goes off on a junk to Hong Kong - "
"I apparated!"
"Whatever. She threw us away!"
"Ron, I have to admit that was childish."
Suddenly Ron blushed.
"What?"
"Well.I didn't really want her to go either."
Hermione and Harry both stared.
"I didn't know you were capable of such sentimentality Ron." Harry said teasingly. Ron sighed.
"Well why didn't you just say you didn't want me to leave? I would have stayed!"
"As if you would have."
"I would! Your opinion matters a lot to me."
Hermione and Ron stared at each other like they were exchanging souls or something. This scared Harry. "Alright guys, I think we have reached a truce here.so I am going to help you both out of those boxes." Harry pulled both of them out of the boxes. It seemed things were getting back to normal.
Disclaimer: Yes. We've all heard it before.Harry Potter does not belong to me. this is purely for a non - profit cause
When one returns to what one should not have left - Chapter one
Hermione Granger carefully chewed what was supposed to be delicious meal with a this-tastes-like-shit expression on her face. Suddenly her dim sum didn't taste so good anymore. Harry Potter looked at her with an exasperated expression on his face.
"Come on Hermione, it's been over 2 years now. Aren't you willing to let this blow over?"
"Let what blow over? Harry Potter, I thought you and I had an understanding." Hermione tapped her chopsticks on the side of her serving bowl.
"He's sorry. I know. He's just too stubborn to admit it."
Hermione let out an arrogant 'hmph' and looked skyward. Harry sighed.
"I'll apologise for him. Hermione, I have been such a jerk, I apologise. Please accept my humble apology."
Hermione snorted. "It's not the same Harry. He must come grovelling back to me for my gracious forgiveness; he has this 'I hate doing this' expression on his face that makes me feel infinitely more superior. It'll be a perfect start to my welcome home party."
"You aren't even going to have a welcome home party. And even if you did, Ron would only come if you apologised to him first."
"Harry, think with the logical part of your brain. What do you think is the probability of that happening?"
"That is a rhetorical question I suppose?" Harry asked sighing. Hermione nodded.
"You know this tastes really foul." Harry remarked, swallowing down his siu mai with liberal gulps of tea. He ended up getting tea leaves stuck in his throat. Much to Hermione's disdain, he started to cough up his siu mai particles. Hermione petted him on the back.
"Come on Harry, please don't cough all of it out." She encouraged, holding her napkin to his mouth.
"How the hell did you live off this shit for two and a half years?"
"I LIKE this 'shit', as you call it Harry! And mind your language."
Ron Weasley stopped eating what was supposed to be delicious meal. Harry Potter massaged his temples in a rhythmic, circular motion that was promised to be calming. Obviously, the book he'd bought, "A spiritual guide for the stressed" had lied.
"Ron, it's been over two years - come on,"
"Harry? I am tuning your frequency out."
"Stop being such a stubborn git and listen. She's sorry. She's just too stubborn to admit it. Here, I'll apologise for her, Ron, I have been such a dimwit, I knew I should have never left all this behind, but now I am back, and I apologise."
Ron opened his mouth to retort but closed his mouth quickly and chewed the rest of his lunch. It was the manner that Mrs. Weasley had perfected with much effort. "Harry. It's not the same. She has to come crawling back to me and apologise to me, face to face. She has this 'I know I am right but I still have to do this' look on her face. It's priceless. It makes me feel so much more superior."
Harry raised his eyes to heaven. He wished he was there now. "Look Ron, I think actually, it was more your fault than hers."
"What?! I can't believe this!"
"You know how important the concept of work is to Hermione; I mean she was just doing her job,"
"It was an OPTIONAL part of the job,"
"Be reasonable for God's sake! Grow up! We've always taken assignments that were weeks long!"
"Firstly, they weren't optional and it was only temporary."
"Nevertheless, Hermione was always supportive when we went on those assignments and,"
"Harry, let's change the subject." Ron said with finality in his voice.
"Where, pray tell, are we going?" Ron asked for what may have been the fiftieth time. Harry had been dodging the answer ever since lunch when he finally decided that the situation called for desperate measures.
"I'm taking you to see someone, who is very dear to both of us." he replied offhandedly, grabbing Ron's arm in a tight vice. Ron narrowed his eyes.
"Who is this person that we are both so fond of?"
"Hermione" Harry answered in an indistinct voice.
"Who?"
Harry sighed. "H-E-R-M-I-O" he spelt out each letter clearly.
Ron started thrashing. "NO! I am not going damn it!"
Desperate times called for desperate measures.
"She told me that she wanted to apologise to you." Harry said, praying to whatever deity was up there that Hermione wouldn't curse him to smithereens.
A very wide and a very smug smile overtook Ron's face. "Really?"
"Yes, really."
"Ahem." Ron straightened his jacket and ran his fingers through his fiery locks. "Lead the way then Harry."
Sighing and clenching his fists, Harry led Ron to Hermione's apartment.
"Be nice."
"Sure."
"Encyclopaedia of Magical Herbs.you go here.Wizardry and social trends: A look at the geography of wizard behaviour.you are going over there," Hermione muttered as we levitated her books one by one to their respective shelves. Most of her library was done but the rest of her apartment was in disarray. The cardboard box she was sitting on gave away and she crashed into it, getting her behind stuck, when she yelped as the doorbell rang loudly. She hobbled around trying to get her glutious maximus out of the cardboard box.
"Hermione? Hermione, you in there?" It was Harry.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" Hermione swore as she bounced about on her bottom trying to regain her previous composure of calmness and confidence.
"I'm coming in!" Harry yelled from outside.
"No!" Letting Harry see her like this was embarrassing. But it was far more embarrassing than she had expected.
She blew the strand of hair form her face. "Here Harry, give me a ha - !" she abruptly stopped all human activity, including breathing, when she caught sight of Ron Weasley. A Ron Weasley with a very wide smirk plastered on his face. A Ron Weasley who infuriated her.
"What in the name of God is he doing here?" Hermione shrieked breathing heavily.
Ron's infuriating grin widened. "I've come to benevolently accept your most humble apologies."
Hermione looked at him incredulously for a moment and started to laugh.
"Excuse me? The only thing I was inclined to do was to accept your grovelling apology. I, apologise to you? Why don't you skate back home Ron, because hell just froze over."
Ron looked at Harry with an accusing look and raised an eyebrow. Harry ginned ruefully.
Meanwhile, Hermione was beginning to relax in her box, getting into a comfortable reclining position.
"So, as hell is still burning down there. Ron. I am waiting patiently for you to apologise to me."
"I know this sounds clichéd, but, was that just a flying pig out there? Oops. No it wasn't."
Hermione snorted. "Whatever. You realise Ron, I CAN make a pig fly outside my window. If I can obtain one, which will be easy as I am staring at one now."
"I suppose you're implying that I'm a pig?" Ron asked with a knowing smile. Hermione chose not to respond.
"Harry? If you haven't noticed, I am still stuck in a freaking box. Perhaps you could help me off it?" Hermione asked impatiently.
Harry looked about him, and spied many other cardboard boxes. His frustration got the better of his philos love and roughly took Ron by surprise and shoved him butt first into another box, "Oy!!" Ron shouted as he landed heavily on another box. He glared at Harry.
"What kind of betrayal is this?"
Harry imperiously stood over his two 'boxed' friends and smiled triumphantly.
"Harry! Harry! Damn you! You son of a - "
"Ron!"
"Shut up!" Harry roared. The two fell silent.
"If you ever want to get out of those boxes," Ron and Hermione glared at Harry while bouncing up and down on their bottoms at a futile attempt of escape. "Then you both have to do what I tell you to do. And co-operate."
Harry looked in turn at both of them. Hermione had a sceptical look on her face and Ron glared at him narrowly.
"Now, I don't understand, as usual, for the reason of your childlike behaviour, or for the reason of this fight, that took place over two years ago. Out with it. Hermione, why don't you go first?"
Hermione smiled slightly and glared at Ron before speaking.
"We were all there to witness it. It was his fault. I had to go to southern China to work on a muggle - relations project and he gets all "you can't go" like he's my bloody parent."
Ron rolled his eyes.
"You sir, what have you got to say?"
Ron snorted. "It was a totally valid reason. Here, in this room, sits a woman, in a box, who claims to be our best friend. Well, what does she do? She leaves all of us behind an goes off on a junk to Hong Kong - "
"I apparated!"
"Whatever. She threw us away!"
"Ron, I have to admit that was childish."
Suddenly Ron blushed.
"What?"
"Well.I didn't really want her to go either."
Hermione and Harry both stared.
"I didn't know you were capable of such sentimentality Ron." Harry said teasingly. Ron sighed.
"Well why didn't you just say you didn't want me to leave? I would have stayed!"
"As if you would have."
"I would! Your opinion matters a lot to me."
Hermione and Ron stared at each other like they were exchanging souls or something. This scared Harry. "Alright guys, I think we have reached a truce here.so I am going to help you both out of those boxes." Harry pulled both of them out of the boxes. It seemed things were getting back to normal.