By HeavyMetalQueen
It was autumn and harry potter world renown quidditch seeker was taking a break from his career. The break was to be at his seemingly home Hogwarts where little ones come and go. Well, he decided to go to Hermione's house. Hermione's house was decorated beautifully not too flavorful and gaudy but not to tasteless and Goth-like. Hermione was a wedding planner. She loved what she did for a living. Right now in her Gringotts bank account she had just over 200,000,000 dollars and in her muggle bank account she had over 400,000 dollars and all that came from planning wizarding and muggle weddings. Hermione knew she was rich but she hated bragging about it since she knew some were just poor unfortunate souls. However Hermione was a kind lady, best friends with harry potter, and was an extreme cat lady. Anyways, on his way over harry was deciding to be a rapper in his next section of his career. Sadly the visit didn't go all that well because of them both talking at once. At the end though Hermione was beginning to realize what had been in front of her for a long time. When he got back to Hogwarts harry helped prepare for the feast. After Minerva's speech food appeared. For example, roast beef, potato soup, and bacon burgers. Then came dessert: lemon meringue pie, treacle tart and blueberry cake. A teacher meeting was afterwards and was quiet till the end which was a bad omen the inner rapper of harry babbled. He thought about his first class tomorrow and how it was going to go as he made his way up to the northern tower which is where he slept. It didn't have a whole lot of space but enough to where it was homey and comfortable. The bed was a deep dark blue mixed with black stripes. He fell asleep soundly enough to where if you had a rampaging herd of elephants then he still wouldn't awake. Anyhow, he dreamed with a strange dream.
*dream*
A nameless face saying well mumbling the words under her breath so much that he couldn't understand them. How was it a she you ask? Simple, she had long curly brown hair and he sure felt something along his chest moving up and down slightly and they were sure as hell not flat. He tried to speak but nothing came out. He felt himself being whisked away to another dream.
*2nd dream*
He was on a street corner and he looked at a cracked mirror. He saw he had dreadlocks and a hood over his deep tinted sunglasses. "I'm a rapper, that's cool," harry thought, "Well; let's see how good I can rap."
Hey, yo smoker over there
Got some weed maybe some beer
Got a knife we can cut till midnight
Yeah, Wahoo
But now I don't think
So cuz boy yo just another wanna-be rapper
But you an't no me
And I gotta say I hang around with the mafia at times
Times to get rough
Times to get heavy
Times to get drunk
Times to get all the girls
*reality*
"Wow man that sounded pretty good" harry thought as he shrugged himself off to get ready for his first day of classes with the kids.
So the year went on nothing really exciting happening till Christmas break. That's when it really become funky. He went to Hermione's house hoping that the visit would go better than the last. He couldn't wait to see her dazzling smile her beautiful puppy dog eyes though she was a cat person. Meanwhile, Hermione herself was thinking the same thing about him. that's when they both realized they were in love with the other. holy fuck what shall they do!
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