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The tall raven-haired man sat the bar, drowning his sorrows with Firewhiskey. His hair was even more untidy than usual, and his glasses were once again cracked. But he had no desire to fix them. No desire to do anything except drink shot after shot. His emerald eyes stared into his glass, slightly glazed over, and tear tracks were evident on his face.

It had been four months since Harry Potter had broken up with his girlfriend, Ginny Weasley. After the war, they had dated for almost four years, and he had never been happier. He had even searched his vaults at Gringotts to look for the perfect ring to give her when he proposed. He had everything planned perfectly. Almost everything. He hadn't counted on Ginny already being home when he got there since she had told him that she was out of town with her Quidditch team. He also hadn't counted on Dean Thomas being there.

His heart clenched at the memory of walking in on them in his house, locked in a full embrace, barely clothed. The only thing that hurt more than that memory, was when the Weasley's found out that they had broken up. They all immediately sided with Ginny, assuming that Harry must have done something wrong. In a matter of 24 hours, he had lost not only his girlfriend, but the closest thing he had to a family. Luckily Hermione knew what had happened and supported him. Once again, he was grateful to have a friend as great as her. Fortunately, the Weasley's soon found out what really happened and apologized to him. He forgave them instantly, but their relationship had been a little strained since.

Harry raised his head and motioned for the bartender to fill up his glass. The bartender raised his eyebrow but filled it anyway. "Last call, sir. We're closing soon."

Harry looked down at his watch. Four in the morning. He inwardly groaned upon the realization that he had training in only five hours. He stood up and left some galleons on the counter as well as a generous tip for the bartender for putting up with him all night. He stumbled through the fireplace and Floo'd to Grimmauld Place and instantly passed out on the couch.

Harry pried open his eyes as his alarm went off for the fifth time. He went to sit up but immediately fell back down, his head pounding. "Bugger…" He reached for his glasses and summoned a Hangover Potion. He quickly downed it and felt his headache start to ebb away. A glance at his watch showed the time as 8:30. He took a quick shower and grabbed his Firebolt before apparating to the stadium.

He made it just in time. As practice continued, he felt his worries and troubles fade away. Flying was the one time where he forgot about his pain. Every day he was more and more glad that he had chosen to accept Puddlemere United's offer to play for them instead of becoming an Auror. He had had enough of chasing dark wizards for a lifetime. He looked around at his fellow teammates and grinned.

Oliver Wood, his old Quidditch captain from Hogwarts was flying around by the goal posts. Katie Bell was also there as one of the Chasers. He was glad to have some of his old friends here. They had always been able to play well together, and this season it showed. They were one of the best in the league, with great chances of going to the World Cup. Robbins and Wilson rounded out the Chasers. They were a few years older than Wood, so Harry hadn't known them in school. Taylor and Davies were the Beaters. They were small but muscular. Overall, he was pleased with the team. They were all the best of the best, and they were great friends outside of the team as well.

They all quickly showered and changed in the locker rooms, eager to go out to a new pub that had opened in Diagon Alley. After weeks of grueling training, they all wanted to hang out and relax and just have a good time. Harry was particularly excited because his best friend Hermione was going to be there. He hadn't seen her in the past few months, mainly due to their schedules conflicting. She was recently promoted to Head Healer of the Spell Damage floor. It was a great promotion, especially for one as young as Hermione, but she deserved every bit of it. The only downside was that she rarely had time to hang out.

"Hey, Potter! Hurry up, yeah?" Katie Bell stuck her head back into the locker room. "For someone as fast as you are on a broom, you sure are a slowpoke." She laughed and ducked back out as Harry threw a towel at her.

"I'm coming!" He grinned and followed his team.

The pub was packed. There was barely enough room for the team to sit down. Wood ordered them all a butterbeer and some crisps. They spent a few hours just having a nice chat and enjoying their drinks. As the time went by, Harry found himself glancing at his watch more and more. Soon it was almost midnight, and Hermione was still nowhere to be found. He glanced around the pub and his eyes landed on the back of a woman.

His eyes widened slightly as he took her in. She was wearing skin-tight jeans and a bright red shirt that accentuated all of her curves. She was rather short. He figured she would probably barely make it up to his shoulders. Her hair was a beautiful shade of brown and fell in curls to her waist. He leaned over towards Katie.

"Do you know who that woman is? The one at the bar?"

Katie turned and looked at the woman, shrugging. "I don't know." A smirk spread across her face and she raised an eyebrow. "Like what you see, Potter?"

Harry's face flushed a beautiful shade of red and he fidgeted with his sleeve. Katie took it for a yes.

"Look, Harry. It's ok to move on from Ginny. It's been fourth months, hasn't it? It's okay to be attracted to other women now. It's only natural. Just go buy that woman a drink and see what happens. Besides, it's not like she'll say no to the Boy Who Lived." She giggled as Harry rolled his eyes and stood up.

"Fine, but only because you're making me do this."

Gathering all of his Gryffindor courage, he took a deep breath and walked up to the woman in the bright red shirt.

"Um…Can I buy you a drink?"

The woman turned around and Harry's jaw nearly fell to the floor as his eyes widened.

"Hermione?!"