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Summary: After Hogwarts, Harry becomes a professional Quiddich player and spends his days on the road. Ron and Hermione find a flat together and live happily as roommates. What happens when Harry gets a flat across the hall and reincorporates himself into their lives? H/H of course!! R&R!!
A/N: Here is a new story, but ( : ( ) I probably won't update too soon because I am going away for two weeks tomorrow. I promise that after that the updates will be frequent!!! Please R&R!!!
~*~*~ TOGETHER AGAIN ~*~*~
~*~ The Roommates ~*~
"Hermione? Minnie Minnie Minnie!! Where are you?" Ron shouted as he busted in the door of the Marian Ally flat they had shared since the summer after their Seventh Year. Hermione poked her head out the door of her bedroom.
"Hey!" She came out and flopped down onto the living room couch. "I'm starved. What are we doing for dinner?"
"What?" Ron asked in mock surprise. "You aren't cooking? Hermione, I'm shocked!"
"Ha Ha bloody Ha." Hermione responded, although she was not actually hurt. Her abysmal cooking skills were a joke between all of their friends. Ron, however, who was capable of cooking toast, bacon, pasta and nothing else wasn't one to mock her. "Let's do take-in curry; I'm not in the mood to table hop."
"Done." Ron agreed. Ron and Hermione were very popular around Marian Ally, and it was rare that they could go out without running into flocks of friends.
"Oh!! Guess what came in the Owl Post today?" Hermione remembered suddenly.
"That Russian mail order bride I took out for?"
"No, her hair was a touch stringy so I sent her back. Only the best for you, Ickle Ronnikins." Hermione retorted without missing a beat.
"Minnie, don't call me - "
"Anyhow, about the Owl Post. We got a letter from Harry! He'll be visiting us when the team is in London. Saturday, I think it said. The letter is on the table in the Mail Corner." Hermione gestured to the small nook by the door where they kept their owl, Grace, and a table for the mail. Ron walked over and skimmed the letter.
"Well, we should have a Welcome Party or something." Ron suggested.
"Not the first night, we should just catch up the three of us. We can throw a party the night after."
"On a Sunday?" Ron questioned. Hermione snorted. "What?"
"Were you planning on going to church? Ronnikins is such a good boy."
"Whatever happened to the innocent little Hermione who wouldn't put down Hogwarts, A History?" Ron joked, and they both laughed as their eyes darted to the coffee table, where a tattered copy of Hogwarts, A History lay. "Oh, Minnie. You're 21! Get a new book."
"I have plenty of books, thank you very much. What do you think? Should we call everyone and tell them about Sunday?" Hermione asked.
"Sounds like a plan. I'll take A-M you take N-Z."
"Deal. We can call tomorrow from work." Hermione suggested.
"I'm really starting to think you don't actually do any working at work, Minnie." Ron joked.
"Ah, the wonder of being your own boss!" Hermione laughed. She and Jessica, one of her closest friends, owned their own coffee shop-bookstore combination called The Coffee Sanctuary. As the only bookstore and the only coffee shop in Marian Ally, it did very well. Ron worked in a travel agency called Portkey to Paradise. His boss, and only co-worker, was a middle-aged man named Jake Martley who was like a father to both Ron and Hermione (next to, of course, their own fathers).
"So, apart from curry, what is the plan for tonight?" Ron asked.
"Karaoke!" Hermione called with glee.
"Uh huh, right. Minnie, my dearest darling Minnie, I love you. I really do. You are my best and closest friend, but I would dive into a pit of starved and angry Hippogriffs before I sang in front of anyone." Ron responded, trying to keep a straight face. He failed, miserably. The two best friends exploded into a fit of laughter.
"I have some contacts at the London Zoo. I'll see if we can't arrange that for you. You know, set up a Karaoke machine to the left, and the pit to the right. Then, just plop you right in the middle. I'm free Tuesday, you up for it?" Hermione retorted amid gasps of laughter.
"Tuesday's not good for me. Friday?"
"It's a date, Ickle Ronnikins."
"Hermione, don't call - "
"Shut up, Ron."
"Alright, then."
"I'll owl out for curry." Hermione said, recovering from her laughter and getting up.
She and Ron had been best friends since he and Harry saved her from the troll during First Year. She doesn't like to use the word "save" when they tell this story to friends, however. Because, after all, it was their fault she was in there in the first place. No, to Hermione they "redeemed the situation." Ron, of course, used the word saved, and always corrected whoever the audience might be as soon as Hermione went to get a drink or go to the toilet.
For a touch of time during Sixth Year, they had mistaken their feelings of friendship and amity for romance. But their kisses had always been awkward and they preferred a good game of chess to more intimate activities. Soon after, they discovered that they were really just close friends and had remained so ever since.
"Extra spicy!" Ron called to Hermione's retreating back.
"Not a chance."
"Regular spicy, then."
"Mild."
"Volcano spicy." Ron retorted. Had Hermione been facing the other way, Ron would have seen her left eyebrow rise slightly above her right one. But he wasn't, so he didn't.
"Medium." Hermione offered, whipping her head around and leaving her eyebrow cocked. Ron considered her proposition.
"Extra medium." He came back with after a moment, causing Hermione to laugh.
"Extra medium it is, my Ickle - "
"Don't even, Minnie." They laughed again. And so life was with Ron and Hermione - roommates and best friends to the end.
A/N: There it is!! The first chapter!!! I hope you all like it!! Now, please R&R!!! And, all of my fellow H/H shippers - don't worry!! It will soon be H/H
Summary: After Hogwarts, Harry becomes a professional Quiddich player and spends his days on the road. Ron and Hermione find a flat together and live happily as roommates. What happens when Harry gets a flat across the hall and reincorporates himself into their lives? H/H of course!! R&R!!
A/N: Here is a new story, but ( : ( ) I probably won't update too soon because I am going away for two weeks tomorrow. I promise that after that the updates will be frequent!!! Please R&R!!!
~*~*~ TOGETHER AGAIN ~*~*~
~*~ The Roommates ~*~
"Hermione? Minnie Minnie Minnie!! Where are you?" Ron shouted as he busted in the door of the Marian Ally flat they had shared since the summer after their Seventh Year. Hermione poked her head out the door of her bedroom.
"Hey!" She came out and flopped down onto the living room couch. "I'm starved. What are we doing for dinner?"
"What?" Ron asked in mock surprise. "You aren't cooking? Hermione, I'm shocked!"
"Ha Ha bloody Ha." Hermione responded, although she was not actually hurt. Her abysmal cooking skills were a joke between all of their friends. Ron, however, who was capable of cooking toast, bacon, pasta and nothing else wasn't one to mock her. "Let's do take-in curry; I'm not in the mood to table hop."
"Done." Ron agreed. Ron and Hermione were very popular around Marian Ally, and it was rare that they could go out without running into flocks of friends.
"Oh!! Guess what came in the Owl Post today?" Hermione remembered suddenly.
"That Russian mail order bride I took out for?"
"No, her hair was a touch stringy so I sent her back. Only the best for you, Ickle Ronnikins." Hermione retorted without missing a beat.
"Minnie, don't call me - "
"Anyhow, about the Owl Post. We got a letter from Harry! He'll be visiting us when the team is in London. Saturday, I think it said. The letter is on the table in the Mail Corner." Hermione gestured to the small nook by the door where they kept their owl, Grace, and a table for the mail. Ron walked over and skimmed the letter.
"Well, we should have a Welcome Party or something." Ron suggested.
"Not the first night, we should just catch up the three of us. We can throw a party the night after."
"On a Sunday?" Ron questioned. Hermione snorted. "What?"
"Were you planning on going to church? Ronnikins is such a good boy."
"Whatever happened to the innocent little Hermione who wouldn't put down Hogwarts, A History?" Ron joked, and they both laughed as their eyes darted to the coffee table, where a tattered copy of Hogwarts, A History lay. "Oh, Minnie. You're 21! Get a new book."
"I have plenty of books, thank you very much. What do you think? Should we call everyone and tell them about Sunday?" Hermione asked.
"Sounds like a plan. I'll take A-M you take N-Z."
"Deal. We can call tomorrow from work." Hermione suggested.
"I'm really starting to think you don't actually do any working at work, Minnie." Ron joked.
"Ah, the wonder of being your own boss!" Hermione laughed. She and Jessica, one of her closest friends, owned their own coffee shop-bookstore combination called The Coffee Sanctuary. As the only bookstore and the only coffee shop in Marian Ally, it did very well. Ron worked in a travel agency called Portkey to Paradise. His boss, and only co-worker, was a middle-aged man named Jake Martley who was like a father to both Ron and Hermione (next to, of course, their own fathers).
"So, apart from curry, what is the plan for tonight?" Ron asked.
"Karaoke!" Hermione called with glee.
"Uh huh, right. Minnie, my dearest darling Minnie, I love you. I really do. You are my best and closest friend, but I would dive into a pit of starved and angry Hippogriffs before I sang in front of anyone." Ron responded, trying to keep a straight face. He failed, miserably. The two best friends exploded into a fit of laughter.
"I have some contacts at the London Zoo. I'll see if we can't arrange that for you. You know, set up a Karaoke machine to the left, and the pit to the right. Then, just plop you right in the middle. I'm free Tuesday, you up for it?" Hermione retorted amid gasps of laughter.
"Tuesday's not good for me. Friday?"
"It's a date, Ickle Ronnikins."
"Hermione, don't call - "
"Shut up, Ron."
"Alright, then."
"I'll owl out for curry." Hermione said, recovering from her laughter and getting up.
She and Ron had been best friends since he and Harry saved her from the troll during First Year. She doesn't like to use the word "save" when they tell this story to friends, however. Because, after all, it was their fault she was in there in the first place. No, to Hermione they "redeemed the situation." Ron, of course, used the word saved, and always corrected whoever the audience might be as soon as Hermione went to get a drink or go to the toilet.
For a touch of time during Sixth Year, they had mistaken their feelings of friendship and amity for romance. But their kisses had always been awkward and they preferred a good game of chess to more intimate activities. Soon after, they discovered that they were really just close friends and had remained so ever since.
"Extra spicy!" Ron called to Hermione's retreating back.
"Not a chance."
"Regular spicy, then."
"Mild."
"Volcano spicy." Ron retorted. Had Hermione been facing the other way, Ron would have seen her left eyebrow rise slightly above her right one. But he wasn't, so he didn't.
"Medium." Hermione offered, whipping her head around and leaving her eyebrow cocked. Ron considered her proposition.
"Extra medium." He came back with after a moment, causing Hermione to laugh.
"Extra medium it is, my Ickle - "
"Don't even, Minnie." They laughed again. And so life was with Ron and Hermione - roommates and best friends to the end.
A/N: There it is!! The first chapter!!! I hope you all like it!! Now, please R&R!!! And, all of my fellow H/H shippers - don't worry!! It will soon be H/H