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Summary: Harry and Hermione are in love, engaged and ready for action. They've made it past their personal troubles, but what does life have in store for them once they leave school?
A/N: It's ready everyone! Chapter One is finally up! I'm so sorry about how long this took. For those of you who just came across this, it is the sequel to True Love and Roses. It is not entirely necessary that you read the first one. Quick plot summary for those of you who don't want to read the first one: Harry and Hermione get together and fall in love in their Seventh Year. Hermione gets pregnant, Harry proposes but then Hermione loses the baby. They stay engaged because they are in love, despite their horrible loss. That basically sums it up.
There are also some things I need to clear up before we start. In their Sixth Year Hermione, Harry and Ron defeated Voldemort together. In doing this they killed Wormtail and Sirius was cleared. There might be a prequel later talking about that story. Ok, on with the show!
Also, for any of you who read this before, I'm so sorry about the little spelling issue. I meant to say shirt, not the other one. Sorry about that.
~*~ Chapter One ~*~
"Oh My God! It's so amazing!" Lavender spun around the large entry hall of the house Hermione, Harry, Ron and her were looking at. They had left Hogwarts a mere few weeks ago and had all moved back to their homes. Now, they were looking at a house to move into together.
"That pretty much sums it up," added Hermione in an awestruck voice. Harry, who was holding her hand, spun her in and kissed her. "Mmmm. . . That wasn't half bad either." She added in a low voice.
"I hate to be the out-of-character voice of reason here, but are you all looking at the same house I am? This house has five bedrooms, six bathrooms, two kitchens, two living rooms, a study, a dining room and an entirely unnecessary Great Hall. We are all still teenagers! We don't even all have jobs yet!. Do we even know how much this costs?" There was silence for a second. Lavender burst into a held back laughter, joined immediately by Hermione and Harry.
"What the hell did you do with my Ron?" Lavender said between gasping giggles. Ron shot her a look. As the laughter subsided Hermione spoke up.
"Of course I've checked the prices, Ron. The owners are eager to sell because they think it's haunted. We can get it very cheap. I don't see as a few ghosts in the attic would be much of an issue for us. I think we could do this! And you're absolutely right, we don't all have jobs, but here is my thinking - this place is huge, right?" She didn't pause for an answer. "Why don't we make it a bed and breakfast! It could be great!" She looked around to see her friend's reactions. There was a pause.
"Wow." Ron uttered. "Just wow."
"That sounds . . . really good." Harry said.
"But . . . well, that'll cost money to start." Lavender added.
"She's right. How are we going to start?" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"We get a loan from the bank. I've been making some inquiries. Bank of London is willing to give us one if we get the place."
"When have you been planning all this, honey?" Harry asked, amazed.
"Spare time." Hermione said, shrugging.
"Well, I'm in." Ron said.
"Same." Lavender added.
"Let's do it!" Harry said. Hermione smiled widely.
"Let's call in the broker!" Hermione went out of the room where their real estate agent was waiting for them.
"She's a little scary, Harry. Good luck with that one." Ron said as soon as Hermione left the room.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"No! I'm putting my foot down, Ron! We are NOT having a Canons themed room! I refuse! We will make this place will be elegant if it kills us!" Hermione screamed at Ron.
"It's to damned stuffy! No one will come here if there's a god damned canopy on every bed! People want to relax in a hotel, not feel suffocated!"
"Don't you raise your voice to me!" Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs, less so because he was yelling (since they had been for some time now) and more because she had nothing left to say.
"What is going on in here?" Harry popped his head in the door. Hermione looked like she was about to explode and Ron wasn't looking any more cheerful. "Anyone?"
"She's an insufferable little - " "Watch it, Ron!" Harry warned.
"Well, she is! She is making this place into a stuffy hell! We need to loosen this up a little!" Harry nodded.
"Hermione?"
"I don't think we should turn this place into some . . . some . . . "
"Motel 6?" Harry offered.
"Sure! Take her side! I knew you would!" Ron shouted.
"I'm not taking her side, Ron?"
"Excuse me?" Hermione said in her all too well known voice of incoming death.
"Not that I'm not . . . Oh, sod it. Come on you guys, you can work this out between yourselves." He paused and looked at them expectantly. "Now's as good a time as any."
"Fine." Hermione said, finally. "We don't have to have a canopy in this room, but I'll be damned if we're painting it bright orange." The last part was said with a touch more edge to it than the first.
"Fine. We won't paint it bright orange. We'll painting it light orange." Hermione's eyes grew wide again.
"Peach. That's my final offer."
"Clementine." Hermione considered this.
"Fine." She said shortly. "Clementine with no canopy."
"Good." Ron sighed loudly. "So that's the last of them?"
"Yes, thank God! I'll call Clara tomorrow and tell her our final decisions on this room. Then we just need to hire a chef and we're good."
"Okay, we can get into that tomorrow." Ron headed for the door. "Thanks, mate." He added to Harry on his way out the door.
"Well, had a good day at work, did you?" Harry said sarcastically.
"Oh, we were fine until just then. This is working out better than I'd expected, I must admit."
"Good." Harry said. "I'm glad."
Hermione and Ron had taken up the Bed and Breakfast since Harry and Lavender had graduated with jobs already lined up. Harry was working as Junior Minister of Intelligence, having been given the job for his impeccable history of Dark Wizard fighting despite his young age. Lavender was working in the Ministry as well, although not quite so high up. She was in the Department of Crime Watch, a department unknown to most as it involved the use of Seers to attempt to predict future attacks of Dark Wizards. It had been established immediately after Voldemort's fall and seemed to be going along quite well.
"How about you? Kill any Dark Wizards?" Hermione asked, wrapping her arms around him. "Discover any secret plots?" Harry chuckled and kissed Hermione's forehead.
"Classified." Hermione faked an outraged expression.
"Hmmm. . . Let's see if we can't get some information out of you, shall we?" She kissed him harder.
"You'll never break me, Granger." Harry said, though his words were mostly lost into lusting kisses.
"Eh, worth a shot, right?" Hermione hopped up and wrapped her legs around Harry, who carried her off to the soon to be clementine bed.
"So is this." Harry responded.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Lavender ruffled through the cabinets of the real kitchen, as they had taken to calling the one they actually used (the other one was reserved for guests who wished to bake something or cook their own meals).
"No, sorry, honey. You must have finished them all off already." Lavender turned to Ron.
"Damn . . . let's just owl out for take away. I'm really hungry."
"Fine." Lavender said, slightly offended that her boyfriend didn't want something she made herself (not too offended however, having tasted her own cooking).
"Are Harry and Hermione coming down?"
"Go check." Ron headed up the stairs to check the third guestroom, where he and Hermione had been arguing. He made a show of walking up the stairs and hallway so they would hear him coming.
"Harry? Mione?" Ron asked once he got there. He pushed open the door to find Harry straightening his shirt and Hermione in the bathroom 'touching up'.
"We're owling out for pizza, should I count you two in?"
"Yeah. I was terrified when I heard Lavender in the kitchen." Harry shuddered. "Those cookies - "
"Let's never speak of them again." Hermione put in, emerging from the bathroom. She two involuntarily shuddered.
"Yeah. What kind do you guys want? Not steak, Harry! We are not getting that disgusting concoction again." Ron added before Harry could answer.
"Pepperoni, then."
"Get half veggie." Hermione answered as Harry wrapped his arm around her.
"We're getting two anyway." As soon as they walked down the stairs, Harry ducked into the nook underneath then and wrote out the form and address for the pizzas and sent them away.
"Okay, pizza is on the way." Harry announced, entering the kitchen.
"Good. We are talking about names for the B&B. What do you think?" Hermione asked.
"I'm sticking with Lav's Lair. It's clearly the top choice." Lavender stated.
"Sure, honey." Ron responded.
"What do you think, sweetie?" Hermione asked. Harry paused to think about it.
"I don't really know. What are the themes? Any decorations found in all the rooms or anything?"
"Hmmm . . . not really. Besides, I was thinking something more broad and elegant."
"I bet you were." Ron muttered under his breath. Hermione shot him a pointed glare.
"Okay . . . elegant . . . how about . . ." Harry's eyes fell on a nearby book. "Tempest? That's a good word. Tempest Inn or Tempest Manor or something. It has flare," Harry looked at Ron, "because of the whole storm thing, but it is also elegant and will remind people of Shakespeare." Harry turned his look to Hermione. They both smiled.
"Tempest Manor." Hermione repeated, nodding. "I like it. Ron?" Hermione turned to her partner.
"Sounds good to me."
"Great! We'll be ready to open in no time." Hermione leaned back and smiled. "You know what? I have a really good feeling about this."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: Well, that the first chapter everyone! I hope you liked it! Please Please Please Please REVIEW!!!! I will love you forever if you do! Again, sorry this took so long. (*cough* REVIEW *cough*)
Summary: Harry and Hermione are in love, engaged and ready for action. They've made it past their personal troubles, but what does life have in store for them once they leave school?
A/N: It's ready everyone! Chapter One is finally up! I'm so sorry about how long this took. For those of you who just came across this, it is the sequel to True Love and Roses. It is not entirely necessary that you read the first one. Quick plot summary for those of you who don't want to read the first one: Harry and Hermione get together and fall in love in their Seventh Year. Hermione gets pregnant, Harry proposes but then Hermione loses the baby. They stay engaged because they are in love, despite their horrible loss. That basically sums it up.
There are also some things I need to clear up before we start. In their Sixth Year Hermione, Harry and Ron defeated Voldemort together. In doing this they killed Wormtail and Sirius was cleared. There might be a prequel later talking about that story. Ok, on with the show!
Also, for any of you who read this before, I'm so sorry about the little spelling issue. I meant to say shirt, not the other one. Sorry about that.
~*~ Chapter One ~*~
"Oh My God! It's so amazing!" Lavender spun around the large entry hall of the house Hermione, Harry, Ron and her were looking at. They had left Hogwarts a mere few weeks ago and had all moved back to their homes. Now, they were looking at a house to move into together.
"That pretty much sums it up," added Hermione in an awestruck voice. Harry, who was holding her hand, spun her in and kissed her. "Mmmm. . . That wasn't half bad either." She added in a low voice.
"I hate to be the out-of-character voice of reason here, but are you all looking at the same house I am? This house has five bedrooms, six bathrooms, two kitchens, two living rooms, a study, a dining room and an entirely unnecessary Great Hall. We are all still teenagers! We don't even all have jobs yet!. Do we even know how much this costs?" There was silence for a second. Lavender burst into a held back laughter, joined immediately by Hermione and Harry.
"What the hell did you do with my Ron?" Lavender said between gasping giggles. Ron shot her a look. As the laughter subsided Hermione spoke up.
"Of course I've checked the prices, Ron. The owners are eager to sell because they think it's haunted. We can get it very cheap. I don't see as a few ghosts in the attic would be much of an issue for us. I think we could do this! And you're absolutely right, we don't all have jobs, but here is my thinking - this place is huge, right?" She didn't pause for an answer. "Why don't we make it a bed and breakfast! It could be great!" She looked around to see her friend's reactions. There was a pause.
"Wow." Ron uttered. "Just wow."
"That sounds . . . really good." Harry said.
"But . . . well, that'll cost money to start." Lavender added.
"She's right. How are we going to start?" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"We get a loan from the bank. I've been making some inquiries. Bank of London is willing to give us one if we get the place."
"When have you been planning all this, honey?" Harry asked, amazed.
"Spare time." Hermione said, shrugging.
"Well, I'm in." Ron said.
"Same." Lavender added.
"Let's do it!" Harry said. Hermione smiled widely.
"Let's call in the broker!" Hermione went out of the room where their real estate agent was waiting for them.
"She's a little scary, Harry. Good luck with that one." Ron said as soon as Hermione left the room.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"No! I'm putting my foot down, Ron! We are NOT having a Canons themed room! I refuse! We will make this place will be elegant if it kills us!" Hermione screamed at Ron.
"It's to damned stuffy! No one will come here if there's a god damned canopy on every bed! People want to relax in a hotel, not feel suffocated!"
"Don't you raise your voice to me!" Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs, less so because he was yelling (since they had been for some time now) and more because she had nothing left to say.
"What is going on in here?" Harry popped his head in the door. Hermione looked like she was about to explode and Ron wasn't looking any more cheerful. "Anyone?"
"She's an insufferable little - " "Watch it, Ron!" Harry warned.
"Well, she is! She is making this place into a stuffy hell! We need to loosen this up a little!" Harry nodded.
"Hermione?"
"I don't think we should turn this place into some . . . some . . . "
"Motel 6?" Harry offered.
"Sure! Take her side! I knew you would!" Ron shouted.
"I'm not taking her side, Ron?"
"Excuse me?" Hermione said in her all too well known voice of incoming death.
"Not that I'm not . . . Oh, sod it. Come on you guys, you can work this out between yourselves." He paused and looked at them expectantly. "Now's as good a time as any."
"Fine." Hermione said, finally. "We don't have to have a canopy in this room, but I'll be damned if we're painting it bright orange." The last part was said with a touch more edge to it than the first.
"Fine. We won't paint it bright orange. We'll painting it light orange." Hermione's eyes grew wide again.
"Peach. That's my final offer."
"Clementine." Hermione considered this.
"Fine." She said shortly. "Clementine with no canopy."
"Good." Ron sighed loudly. "So that's the last of them?"
"Yes, thank God! I'll call Clara tomorrow and tell her our final decisions on this room. Then we just need to hire a chef and we're good."
"Okay, we can get into that tomorrow." Ron headed for the door. "Thanks, mate." He added to Harry on his way out the door.
"Well, had a good day at work, did you?" Harry said sarcastically.
"Oh, we were fine until just then. This is working out better than I'd expected, I must admit."
"Good." Harry said. "I'm glad."
Hermione and Ron had taken up the Bed and Breakfast since Harry and Lavender had graduated with jobs already lined up. Harry was working as Junior Minister of Intelligence, having been given the job for his impeccable history of Dark Wizard fighting despite his young age. Lavender was working in the Ministry as well, although not quite so high up. She was in the Department of Crime Watch, a department unknown to most as it involved the use of Seers to attempt to predict future attacks of Dark Wizards. It had been established immediately after Voldemort's fall and seemed to be going along quite well.
"How about you? Kill any Dark Wizards?" Hermione asked, wrapping her arms around him. "Discover any secret plots?" Harry chuckled and kissed Hermione's forehead.
"Classified." Hermione faked an outraged expression.
"Hmmm. . . Let's see if we can't get some information out of you, shall we?" She kissed him harder.
"You'll never break me, Granger." Harry said, though his words were mostly lost into lusting kisses.
"Eh, worth a shot, right?" Hermione hopped up and wrapped her legs around Harry, who carried her off to the soon to be clementine bed.
"So is this." Harry responded.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Lavender ruffled through the cabinets of the real kitchen, as they had taken to calling the one they actually used (the other one was reserved for guests who wished to bake something or cook their own meals).
"No, sorry, honey. You must have finished them all off already." Lavender turned to Ron.
"Damn . . . let's just owl out for take away. I'm really hungry."
"Fine." Lavender said, slightly offended that her boyfriend didn't want something she made herself (not too offended however, having tasted her own cooking).
"Are Harry and Hermione coming down?"
"Go check." Ron headed up the stairs to check the third guestroom, where he and Hermione had been arguing. He made a show of walking up the stairs and hallway so they would hear him coming.
"Harry? Mione?" Ron asked once he got there. He pushed open the door to find Harry straightening his shirt and Hermione in the bathroom 'touching up'.
"We're owling out for pizza, should I count you two in?"
"Yeah. I was terrified when I heard Lavender in the kitchen." Harry shuddered. "Those cookies - "
"Let's never speak of them again." Hermione put in, emerging from the bathroom. She two involuntarily shuddered.
"Yeah. What kind do you guys want? Not steak, Harry! We are not getting that disgusting concoction again." Ron added before Harry could answer.
"Pepperoni, then."
"Get half veggie." Hermione answered as Harry wrapped his arm around her.
"We're getting two anyway." As soon as they walked down the stairs, Harry ducked into the nook underneath then and wrote out the form and address for the pizzas and sent them away.
"Okay, pizza is on the way." Harry announced, entering the kitchen.
"Good. We are talking about names for the B&B. What do you think?" Hermione asked.
"I'm sticking with Lav's Lair. It's clearly the top choice." Lavender stated.
"Sure, honey." Ron responded.
"What do you think, sweetie?" Hermione asked. Harry paused to think about it.
"I don't really know. What are the themes? Any decorations found in all the rooms or anything?"
"Hmmm . . . not really. Besides, I was thinking something more broad and elegant."
"I bet you were." Ron muttered under his breath. Hermione shot him a pointed glare.
"Okay . . . elegant . . . how about . . ." Harry's eyes fell on a nearby book. "Tempest? That's a good word. Tempest Inn or Tempest Manor or something. It has flare," Harry looked at Ron, "because of the whole storm thing, but it is also elegant and will remind people of Shakespeare." Harry turned his look to Hermione. They both smiled.
"Tempest Manor." Hermione repeated, nodding. "I like it. Ron?" Hermione turned to her partner.
"Sounds good to me."
"Great! We'll be ready to open in no time." Hermione leaned back and smiled. "You know what? I have a really good feeling about this."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: Well, that the first chapter everyone! I hope you liked it! Please Please Please Please REVIEW!!!! I will love you forever if you do! Again, sorry this took so long. (*cough* REVIEW *cough*)