This is my first fan fiction ever, so please let me know what you think! It's a response to a challenge in the Portkey forums called "Piano in the Moonlight." This is kind of a set-up/prologue chapter and nothing important really happens other than letting you guys know what's going on. I know it's short, but the future chapters will be longer! Enjoy!
"Ok, a little to the left now…"
"Your left or my left?"
"Your left… good. Just lower it down right there. Great!" Hermione sighed and smiled. She and Harry had been working for days getting everything moved into their new apartment, and this was the last thing they needed to do. Harry had just levitated what used to be her grandmother's piano into what was going to be Hermione's study. Now the room was complete with a desk in a corner, bookcases lining the walls, and the beautiful old piano by the window.
Harry smiled at Hermione, "I guess that's it, right? Unless you have even more books hidden away somewhere," he teased lightly. They must have carried at least a hundred books into the apartment over the past few days. Harry always admired Hermione's thirst for knowledge, but did have to require such heavy books?
"Stop it you. And yes, that's everything! We're finally done!" Hermione positively jumped with glee. The two friends had decided to share an apartment mostly for convenience. Hermione worked in the Muggle Relations Ministry office and Harry worked in the Auror department, which happened to be right across the hall from her department. It just seemed like an economically sound decision. And the apartment was enormous too! It had a living room that opened to the kitchen, two bedrooms with an adjoining bathroom, a dining area that was connected to the kitchen, and an enormous master bedroom with a connected bathroom that they divided magically into two studies for themselves. In other words, their apartment was more or less the size of a small house.
Harry decided to interrupt her jumping right then by rudely poking her in her ticklish spot, "What would you say to a celebration night of gourmet food and fantastic entertainment?" he asked impishly.
"I'd say no. But I will order the takeout Chinese and you go rent a good movie," Hermione retorted. Harry and Hermione had always shared a strong dislike for fancy, overly decorated restaurants, so one of their favorite running jokes was the 'gourmet' food joke. The two of them agreed long ago that takeout and a movie was much more fun than a stuffy restaurant or a smoky club.
"Sounds good to me, I'll be back in a bit," and with that said Harry popped out. Hermione smiled and took another quick look around their new apartment as she made her way to the telephone. "Our apartment," she thought happily, "that really has a nice ring to it."
Again, this is my first fan fiction ever, so please review! Constructive criticism is welcome, but flames will only be used to roast marshmallows, so don't bother with them.