Harry woke up after feeling a weird wet sensation against his cheek. Once he opened his eyes he saw Anna getting out of bed searching for her clothes.
"Hey I think I should leave before Hermione sees me coming out of you room with sex hair…that would be just bad" Anna said with a huge grin. OH MY GOD I just slept with the GREAT Harry Potter...and Hermione's best friend.
Harry just nodded his head, not wanting to admit what he had just done with Anna, Hermione's best girl friend. Shit I'm such an idiot how could I do that to Mione. What if she found out? She would never talk to me again.
Anna had been Hermione's best girlfriend since Hermione had gone to visit her parents the summer before she graduated from Hogwarts. Anna and her family had moved in next door and both girls had become very close. They spent their last year of school together because Anna transferred to Hogwarts, they were both very excited when they learned that they were going to be able to stay best friends and not have to put their friendship on hold until the next summer that they were going to spend together. Since their friendship began they both noticed that they always competed with each other, but Hermione had always excelled at everything and Anna sometimes got frustrated because she wanted to be better than Hermione at something but Hermione didn't know this.
Neither Ron nor Harry had ever liked Anna because they thought that she just wanted to be friends with the golden trio. Hermione refused to believe that, because she never had a chance to have girlfriends.
Hermione hadn't slept that night. The golden trio had moved into a flat in the heart of London when they had graduated from Hogwarts five years ago. Harry and Ron always brought girls home so Hermione was pretty used to having girls, also known as their fans,leaving their flat very early in the morning. Ron had finally settled down a year ago when he married Luna Lovegood after dating her for about a year. Now it was just Hermione and Harry in the flat since Ron and Luna had moved into a small house in Hogsmeade.
Hermione had started to develop feelings for Harry at the beginning of their seventh year and she thought that it would be a quick crush, just like what she felt for Viktor Krum in their fourth year and then it would just go away, but apparently not. She loved everything about him, she couldn't really name one specific thing she loved but she knew that one of the things that stood out most was that he was very courageous, the Gryffindor courage that apparently she lacked because she couldn't tell Harry the way she felt about him
Her room was right across the halls from Harry's room. She lay on her bed staring up at the white ceiling coming up with ideas of why she wasn't good enough for Harry. She really couldn't think of one. She had always been there with him, in the ups and downs. After a while of thinking she realized that she wasn't pretty as the other girls that Harry brought home. She noticed that she couldn't get her head out of a book for more than a couple of hours. She decided that she was going to write a list, now that she realized why she wasn't good enough for him.
She heard the wooden floors cricking, when she finally heard the door close she got out of bed and put on her sweats over her pajamas.
Harry was really glad that Anna had left. He didn't know what made him decide to sleep with Mione's best friend. I'm such an asshole. What kind of friend am I? Wait...why am I feeling bad about this? It's not like it meant anything, and it's not like Mione had forbidden me to not sleep with Anna. You know that it's still wrong. Whatever, here she comes.
"Morning, Mione" I may as well tell her that I slept with her best friend.
"Hey, Harry how was your night with that hooker?" Hermione whispered that last part.
"Huh? What was that last part?" Harry said with a confused looked on his face. Wow this isn't the Hermione I know. What is going on with her?
"I said asked how your night was. Eventful I'm guessing by the look of satisfaction on your face?" Hermione could see his face go red with anger. One thing she knew was to not piss Harry Potter off.
"What's going on with you? I didn't bother your precious reading did I?" Harry was furious. How dare she say that? I don't bother her when a guy sneaks out of her room at seven in the morning. When was the last time that happened? Ummm... I don't even remember the last time she was out on a date. Exactly.
"How dare you? I'm not the one going around town, sleeping with every other clown, am I?" Hermione's hands were now fists and she knew that she had to get out of there soon or she would do something that she was going to regret later.
Hermione started walking away realizing that she had just blown up in there for no reason. Now Harry is going to hate me. Why did I do that? Maybe it's because you love him. That's impossible I can't love him…can I?
She was about to walk into her room when she heard a loud pop in front of her. She looked up from the floor and found herself staring at two emerald eyes, Harry had apparated to the entrance of her room.
"What are you doing Harry?" She was on the verge of tears but she wasn't going to let go, she was going to be strong.
"I know something is wrong. Will you just tell me if it bothers you me coming home with a different 'clown' as you put it, every night?"
"Nothing is wrong. I'm going to go to visit my parents for a couple of weeks so you'll have the whole flat to yourself. You can do whatever the hell you want with your clowns." She walked past Harry into her bedroom. Before closing the door she saw Harry staring at the floor with a blank expression.
"I'm going to pack and then I'll leave"
"Fine"
Nothing else was said as the two went their own way.
"Mum! Dad! Where are you guys?" Hermione had just apparated into her parents' house thirty minutes away from London.
Hermione heard talking in the sitting room so she decided to go and greet her parents' guests. Little did she know that her parents' guest was Draco Malfoy.
"Oh Hermione, what a lovely surprise, your home!" Jane Granger got up from her couch and gave her daughter a hug that nearly left Hermione without a breath.
"Hey Mum, I haven't seen you in a while. Hey Dad no need to get up and greet your daughter." Hermione said sarcastically. After her mother let her go she rushed over to her
father's side and kissed him on the forehead ignoring Malfoy.
"My, how rude are we. Hermione this is Draco Malfoy he just moved into the Whites' house, with his mother."
"Oh really so now he lives across the street from muggles? How weird because I thought he hated them or am I wrong?" Hermione said looking like she had just sucked a lemon.
"Hermione Jane Granger that is no way to talk to-" Mr. Granger was cut in by the ferret.
"Actually Sir, I went to school with your daughter so we have known each other for quite a while. I actually haven't seen her since we graduated...umm like five years ago." Malfoy said with a calm look on his face. He is such a poser.
"Oh then we should just leave the two of you to get reacquainted. Jane dear let's go to the market. We need some fresh vegetables." The head of the house gave his daughter a kiss on the cheek and shook Draco's hand before he headed out the door with his wife.
"Well, well, what happened to your disgust with the muggles and mudbloods because apparently you are surrounded by them now?" Hermione was now grinning.
"I guess people change after war, you know? After seeing my dad getting shipped of to Azkaban I think it was then that I saw my life in a completely different perspective."
"You can stop pretending now that my parents aren't here anymore. Aren't you going to call me a mudblood, ferret?"
"I'd like to think that I have changed Hermione. I think that we should go have a cup of coffee at Raymond's café one morning and then you'll be able to see that I have really changed." Hermione realized that he was being really serious.
"I don't know. How do I know you have changed?' Hermione now saw a very handsome tall blonde-haired, grayed-eyed man. Maybe he has changed. Or maybe he wants to get close to you to get to Harry. But the war is over. Revenge. True, but I might as well just give him a chance.
"Actually do you want to go for a drink tonight at let's say nine tonight? So then I have a chance to unpack and spend some time with my parents?" What the hell am I doing? Did I just see what I think I did see? Draco Malfoy was actually smiling at me after I said that I could go. Maybe he really has changed.
"Sure, I could really use a drink, so I'll pick you up at ten till nine since we now live across from one another. Who would have thought?" Draco said as he got up from the dark-colored couch and started walking towards the front door. Hermione followed him with a strange look on her face. Wow Hermione has indeed grown up. She was your average height, her brown bushy hair was now in radiant curls that went a little past her shoulders, and she had these brown eyes that never seemed to stop glowing. She also had a fabulous body, she was thin but not too thin, and she had legs that just kept going.
"I wouldn't have but you never know. I'll see you later okay?"
"Bye Hermione, it's nice to see you again by the way." Draco walked out
Twenty minutes after Draco had left her parents came home with just a bag of carrots. So much for their fresh vegetables.
"We're home!" Her mother shouted as her father went straight up to his bedroom.
Mrs. Granger went into the kitchen to wash and put the carrots in the refrigerator. Once she was done she went to sit next to her daughter on the couch in the living room.
"Hey Honey, how did it go with Draco?"
"It went fine. We're going out for a drink tonight actually. I'm going to go unpack all of my clothes. Do you want to help me?" Hermione turned towards her mother, who was staring the television.
"Sure sweetie. Let's go. " They headed towards the stairs. Their house was big enough for three people, or maybe four but the Granger's never had a second child. It wasn't because they didn't want one, because they had always wanted another child, but when Hermione was born there were some complications that left Mrs. Granger unable to have kids in the future.
"Good evening Mr. Granger." Draco had just walked across the street a few seconds ago feeling a little anxious. He couldn't believe that he was going to go out for drinks with Hermione Granger. He was really excited because he wanted to prove to her that he had indeed changed after the war.
"Draco, how nice to see you again. Come on in I'm sure Mione will be down in just a couple of minutes." Mr. Granger moved out of the way so Draco could walk into the Granger's house.
"Those are her favorite flowers by the way." Draco smiled as he looked down towards the orchids that he was holding.
Hermione heard the door bell and knew that it was time to go downstairs and greet Draco.
I hope I look okay.
Hermione walked towards the stair case past a mirror and checked to see if she looked fine. Oh my goodness, I haven't been on a date in such a long time ago. That is because you were dwelling on Harry. Shut up and let me have a good time tonight, I deserve it.
As she took hold of the railing on the stairs and started descending she started to think what Ron and Harry would say about her going out with Draco tonight. Ron, she knew that he would have a fit about it but he would eventually get over it thanks to his wife Luna. She didn't know about Harry though, she hoped that he would be okay with it, because he was one of the most important people in her life at the moment.
Draco could help but stare at Hermione as she walked down the stair like a Greek goddess. Her hair was up in a messy curly bun with a few strands of hair dropping into her face. She was wearing a touch of make up to accent her beautiful brown eyes. Draco thought that she looked like one of those models in the catalogs because she was wearing a short gray halter cocktail dress that showed of miles of those amazingly shaped legs.
Hermione reached the bottom of the steps and started walking towards Draco. She had to admit that he looked really good. He was wearing a dark blue button down shirt with some dressy pants. His blonde hair was short and spiked in the front. She smiled at him and in return she got the most amazing smile that she had every seen a guy give to a girl. Oh I see you have forgotten all about Harry at this point haven't you my dear? I have not but I'm trying to.
He stepped forward and handed her the flowers. "Gorgeous orchids for a gorgeous woman."
"Why thank you. I'm going to go put them in a vase and I'll be right out. Okay?" She said as she headed towards the kitchen.
"I'll be waiting here."
Harry was very frustrated at the time. He couldn't believe that Hermione had just up and left without and explanation.
Once Ron had moved out of their flat Harry and Hermione had drifted apart a little bit. Maybe it's because you are ALWAYS out. Well Mione goes out with Anna a lot. That's because you are never here and you are always with your "clowns" as she put it. I guess your right. When did we start drifting apart? When you decided that she could never love you even though you love her to death. Shut up.
He got up from his unmade bed and walked across the hall to Hermione's room. As he walked inside he saw all the pictures that she had in her room. They were mostly of the three of them, Ron, Hermione and himself. There were a few of her and Anna, and a few of her and her parents. He went and sat down on her bed. He could smell her perfume; it made him crazy whenever he smelled it.
He turned and looked at her night table; there stood a picture of the three of them the day that they had moved into the flat, which Luna had taken. He grabbed it from her night table so that he could get a closer look at it. Ron had his arm around Hermione's shoulder while Harry had his arm around her waist. They all looked so happy and so comfortable with each other.
Harry could feel himself smile as he was looking at the way that Hermione was smiling and laughing. He felt so stupid for letting her go like that, but he knew it was the right thing to do. She needed to be with someone she loved and he knew that that someone was not going to be him.
Just as he was putting the picture back something caught his eye. It was a bright yellow piece of paper. He couldn't decide whether picking it up and reading what it said or leaving it the way it was. After a couple of seconds thinking about it, he picked it up and opened it up since it was folded thoroughly.
Once he opened it and started reading it he was in shock of what was written in the piece of paper right in front of him.
Reasons why I'm not good enough for Harry Potter: My best friend...all he will ever be.
1. I can't keep myself away from a book for more than a day.
2. I'm not pretty enough, well not as pretty as Cho and Ginny. Most IMPORTANT reason there is.
3. He will never see me as more than his best friend.
4. He always has a different girl in his bed, why would he want to settle with one...Oh look one just left his room.
Draco walked Hermione out of her house as they said goodbye to her parents.
Draco stepped forward and opened the door to his gray Porsche 911 for Hermione.
"Thank you, I didn't know that people still practiced chivalry." Hermione got in the car and was very surprised that Draco had opened the door for her because on all of her rare dates, the guy had never opened the door for her. Well Harry certainly does. Yes he does, but he just does it because I'm his best friend. How do you know he doesn't open the door to his room for the other girls? I don't know and I really don't care at this point. I just want to enjoy tonight with Draco. Fine, I'll shut up. Thank you
"I don't know about other people but I certainly do." Draco said with a grin on his face. "Would it be alright if we went to a muggle club in London? It's about a twenty minute drive." Draco said as he turned on the car.
"I'd love to go. What is it called? I sometimes go to the one called Moonlight. Have you ever been to that one?" Hermione said as she turned and looked at his profile.
"That was the one I was planning on taking you too, but if you want we can go to another one." Their eyes met as they turned to face one another.