1000 Yellow Daisies
Chapter One
On Our Way Out
A small flat, fifteen minutes outside London, twenty year old Hermione Granger passed back and forth in the living room gazing at her new gold wrist watch for the tenth time tonight. This Hermione Granger was nothing at all like the Hogwarts student Hermione. This one no longer had bushy hair or buck teeth; on the contrary, her hair went past her petite shoulders in soft short brown curls. Although still rather short for her age, Hermione had formed into a beautiful young adult. She wore a silky knee length black skirt paired with a dark purple halter top, given to her by Ginny Weasley who insisted she wear it tonight. Tonight the four friends were going to meet up after spending three weeks a part, in order to celebrate Harry's twentieth birthday. However, according to her watch they were already five minutes late.
"Okay, see I am the girl in this relationship, so I thought, and yet here I am waiting on you, the man." Care to explain that to me?" Hermione yelled down the hall.
A muffled sounding voice coming from behind a closed door answered in reply. "If I remember correctly, I was dressed, twice, but some crazy woman made me change."
"That's because we are taking you to a nice restaurant, and I'm sorry but those old faded jeans of yours would have gotten us kicked out."
The bedroom door squeaked opened, as Harry appeared. He was not the same scrawny eleven years old boy he once was either. His figure was thin but muscular with long legs. His jet black hair was as messy as ever, only growing a little too long for Hermione's licking. As he walked down the hall towards her, he continued to button his white long sleeved dress shirt he found in the back of his closet. "This outfit better be good, because I refuse to change again. I don't even remember buying this shirt. I hate the color white on me, there for I know it wasn't my idea."
Hermione looked her boyfriend up and down with a smile. "You look amazing, and I love the way white looks on you, especially with your black hair."
"Yeah, well this place better be amazing because I may never get dressed up again." Harry reached a hand out stroking her cheek. "You look incredible!"
"Now we are ten minutes late and you know how much I hate to be late for anything."
Hermione leaned up fixing the collar of his shirt while Harry tucked it into his black paints. "I was thinking…maybe we could fool around for a few minutes before leaving."
"No, absolutely not! We are already going to be the last ones there and besides there is no such thing as a few minutes with you." Hermione walked over to a closet located behind the front door, pulling out her and Harry's cloaks.
"Excuse me but isn't the restaurant for muggles?" Harry asked watching her close the closet.
"Oh, did I forget to tell you that we decided to go to this new wizarding place called The Snitch."
"Is it a night club?" Harry moaned in agony.
"No, it is not a club. There is a bar and I'm sure there might be some dancing involved, but I wouldn't call it a club. I know how you feel about clubs."
"No, it's not clubs I have a problem with as it is with wizarding restaurants. I don't want to spend the whole evening hiding my face behind a menu in order for no one to realize who I am."
"Come off it Harry, it's your birthday. Can't you at least act happy?"
"Exactly, it's my birthday not yours, can't we do what I want to do?"
"And what is it you want to do exactly?" Hermione asked laying their cloaks on the arm of the cream white colored couch.
Harry reached his hand behind Hermione, slapping her butt playfully. "I thought I'd start with that and then perhaps we can start where we left off last night. You were lying on the bed wearing only your knickers as my…"
"HARRY!" Hermione gasped with a huge smile forming on her face. I don't need a replay of the events that took place last night. I remember vividly."
"Well then come on lets get started! I think the rest of them cam wait for us." Harry lifted Hermione off the ground, carrying her back to their bedroom.
"Uh, how do I let you talk me into these things? I swear it's those gorgeous green eyes of yours."
"Really, because I thought it was my ass you claim to love so much." Hermione giggled while Harry shut the bedroom door with his foot.