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*** HAPPILY EVER AFTER?
*** From the outside it looked like any normal house built during the Victorian era. But, as everyone learns at some point in their lives, appearances can be deceiving. There were three storeys and a sweeping lawn behind the house. In front of the building was a perfectly kept flower garden. A couple of apple trees could been seen around one side of the house, and there was ivy trailing its way up the front of it. Of course, the inside of the house in no way reflected the outside. it was inhabited by five witches and wizards, and the rooms of the house varied as much as the occupants. There were ten bedrooms (though only one bathroom), an extensive library of both Wizard and Muggle texts, a large and airy kitchen, a living room a bright, light-filled conservatory and a large room with no real purpose that they had dubbed the 'other room'. The five people who lived in this rather odd house (which housed a total of eight ghouls in the attic), had left the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry nearly a year previously. Hermione Granger was the sensible, studious member of the household. The library was her save-haven. About six months beforehand she had suffered an identity crisis at the demise of her parents in a car crash. She had quit her job as a manager at flourish and Blotts and dropped all plans of becoming a lawyer. She had cut her flowing brown locks short so they hung a couple of inches above her shoulders and become a professional freelance photographer, something she had wanted to do from an early age. Her fiancee, Harry Potter, along with the rest of the household not to mention their friends, had been shocked by this at first, but had now come to accept it. Harry played professional Quidditch for the Montrose Magpies and the England squad, who he had represented a total of six times to date. With his athletic build and raven hair, Harry could have had any girl he wanted, and he did. He had proposed to Hermione just three days before they had left Hogwarts. Their best friend, Ron Weasley, was the third member of the abstract household. He worked for the Ministry of Magic in the Department for International Co-operation. He was the junior Ambassador for Australia. He was the youngest boy in his family, and somehow growing up in a large family had affected him a lot. He tended to 'mother' his friends, and had quite a flair when it came to cooking. His youngest and only sister, Ginny was due to move in with the group when she finished Hogwarts that year. Ginny's boyfriend, Seamus, had hated the past year without her. They would send dozens of owls back and forth to Hogwarts with love letters attached. Ron would sometimes get annoyed when he wanted to use his owl, Pigwidgeon, and it was missing, taking a letter to Ginny, but he had to remember that he and Lavender had set the two up in the first place. Lavender was Ron's girlfriend, and the two cared a lot about each other. They had gone through a rough patch a few months before, and split up, but they had got back together again. There had never been any talk of marriage between the two, and many thought they probably wouldn't bother. Life in the Cottage, for that was the name which hung proudly above the door even though it was most definitely not a cottage, was never normal. In fact, none of them really knew what normal was. "Ron! Get out of there now!" Hermione yelled through the thick bathroom door to her friend. Having just one bathroom in a house with five, soon to be six, people was tough. "I'll be out in a minute!" Ron called back through the hiss of the shower. Hermione sighed and stomped downstairs to the kitchen. "What's the matter, Hermione?" asked Harry pushing his glasses up his nose so they were more comfortable. His bag which contained his Quidditch robes (his England ones) was lying on the table beside him. He threw a couple of bottles of water in there and zipped it up. "Ron's hogging the bathroom. He says he'll be out in a minute, but he said that ten minutes ago!" Angrily, she pulled her wand from the pocket on her dark blue work robes and flung open what seemed to be a cupboard door in the corner of the kitchen. She placed the tip of her wand on the hot water tank and muttered an incantation under her breath. A few seconds later a furious yelled came from the bathroom and Hermione smiled: she had frozen the water so Ron had a cold shower. She turned back to Harry. "Revenge is sweet," she told him. She closed the cupboard door with a flick of her wand, just as Ron stormed into the kitchen. "What the bloody hell did you just do?" he demanded, his red hair sopping wet and his modesty covered by just a towel. Hermione grinned wickedly. "Got you out of the bathroom," she told him simply. She waltzed past him on her way out of the kitchen, her wand still in her hand. Just as she was about to leave the room, she flicked her wand again, and Ron's towel disappeared. "Hermione!" wailed Harry, "I am trying to eat my breakfast, you know!" Hermione returned home from work that evening to find she and Harry were the only one's in the house. Ron had received an urgent owl from his boss and had taken a Portkey to New South Wales. He was likely to away for several days. As it was a weekday, Lavender was at Hogwarts where she taught Divination and Seamus had to work late. He worked as a technician for the Nimbus Corporation. No-one was quite sure what the Nimbus Corporation did, though. At last a chance alone with my favourite girlfriend," said Harry smiling as Hermione settled herself next to him on one of the large blue couch's which inhabited the living room. The living room was a large and airy space, but at the same time it provided a cosy environment and relief from the outside world. The walls were painted an off-white colour, and all the colour in the room was provided by the furniture and the paintings and photographs which hung on the walls. Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Your favourite girlfriend? How many girlfriends do you have exactly?" Harry seemed to consider this for a second before saying, "Well, I lost track a while ago..." Hermione hit him playfully in the chest and he grinned at her, showing off his white teeth. "So how's your day been?" he asked. Hermione groaned. "Bad. I was taking some pictures for the DP and the model was totally uncooperative. She had a real model's attitude and expected me to obey to her beck and call!" The DP was what Hermione had dubbed the Daily Prophet. Harry grimaced. "Sounds like a nightmare. What about the rest of the week?" "Well, tomorrow I'm... there's a Muggle film premiere that my boss wants me to cover." "The new Spielberg flick?" Hermione nodded. "Yeah. Why on earth a respectable wizard like him would choose to work with Muggles all day is beyond me, and I'm a Muggle born!" "A lot of the actors are wizards," Harry reminded her and she nodded reluctantly. "Wednesday's a difficult day," she told him. "See, I have to photograph a couple of people I know." "Really?" asked Harry, smoothing down her hair. Hermione always had a bit of difficulty photographing people she knew, especially her close friends. "Who?" "My fiancee, can you believe!" she said in mock horror. "I have to take the official England portraits." "Make sure you get my best side," Harry warned her, kissing her forehead. She smiled. "Every side is your best side." She kissed him gently on the lips. "I have Thursday off and Friday I have to do an article about a month in the life of the Holyhead Harpies, Britain's only all-female team." She tilted her head to one side, deep in thought. "Actually, on Thursday I might think up a shorter name for the article." "What about Saturday evening?" Harry inquired. "Are you going hunting?" Hunting was the term Hermione used when referring to celebrity hunting - something she enjoyed as it gave her a chance to play paparazzi. "Only if nothing better comes up," Hermione said. "How about a candlelit dinner for two at Le Petit Choux?" Hermione's eyes lit up. "Really?" she asked in awe. Le Petit Choux was her favourite resturant of all time, though she seldom visited it, due to the enormous cost of even a small meal. Harry nodded. "I though that we really should celebrate one year since we got engaged." Hermione looked down at the ring which she wore with pride on her left hand. "It's amazing that the press haven't found out about it yet," she commented. "They will find out about it eventually, after all, I am the Boy Who Lived." "The Man Who Lived," Hermione reminded him teasingly, poking him in the chest with a manicured finger. "Quite," agreed Harry, kissing her gently. But, as with almost all kisses between the two it soon became much deeper and more heated. The two became totally engrossed in each other, their hands roaming and trying to pull the others clothes off. "Hi, honey, I'm home!" Seamus's Irish brogue echoed through the house in a mocking tone, bringing their kissing to an abrupt stop. "Damn him," Harry muttered, trying to pull his burgundy coloured shirt on straight. "He doesn't have to know we're here," Hermione whispered in his ear. She caught his eye and he nodded. Together, they Apparated upstairs to the privacy of Hermione's den, which was one of the spare bedrooms she had turned into her haven. A/N: This is the first chapter of what is promising to be quite a long fic. I have no real plot set out for it and I'm not heading in any particular direction, though I have some rough ideas of what I want to do with it. If you have any suggestions, please feel free to tell me in a review or email me at gnashgnash2001@hotmail.com. Please can I have ten reviews? Please? Here's a thanks section for Chapter Eleven of So What Now?:
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Happily Ever After?
By: silvernatasha
***COMPLETED*** The sequel to 'So What Now?'. After seven years at Hogwarts the gang are ready for the real world, but is the real world ready for them?
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Humor - Harry P., Hermione G. - Chapters: 21 - Words: 50,369 - Reviews: 458 - Favs: 74 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 10/31/2002 - Published: 3/20/2002 - Status: Complete - id: 669417
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