The Good Stuff
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters that are mentioned in my story. They belong to J.K. Rowling for she is the creator of the Harry Potter world for I do not own the place the story takes place, but I own the plotline and general outcome. Dialogue inspired by the country song The Good Stuff by Kenny Chesney. Once again I would like to thank Jazz for beta reading this for me. You are awesome ;D. Hope you guys enjoy it.
Chapter One
Harry Potter and Hermione Granger Potter had their first big fight. And so, Harry found himself flying around London until he saw the neon lights of a corner bar known as the Leaky Cauldron. In Harry's mind it just seemed right so he pulled up. The pub was dark and shabby and on this particular night there was not a soul around, but the old barkeep Tom, looking half asleep at the end of the bar.
Harry sat down on an empty barstool and Tom walked up and asked, "What'll it be, Mr. Potter?"
Harry sighed. "The good stuff."
Tom didn't reach around for the whiskey and he did not pour Harry a beer. Tom's blue eyes kind of went misty as he said, "You can't find that here."
Harry looked up at the bartender with a confused look on his face. Tom took a deep breath and said, "'Cause it's the first long kiss on a second date. Mama's all worried when you get home late and you drop the ring in the spaghetti plate. 'Cause your hands are shakin' so much. And it's the way she looks with the rice in her hair. Eatin' burnt suppers the whole first year and askin' for seconds to keep her from tearin' up. Yeah, man, that's the good stuff."
Tom grabbed a carton of milk and poured a glass. Harry watched him and smiled as he said, "I'll have some of that."
Tom smiled and poured Harry a glass and gave it to him. Harry took a sip from it and they sat there and talked as an hour passed, like old friends.
Harry saw a black and white picture and Tom caught his stare. It was a pretty girl with bouffant hair. Tom smiled sadly and said, "That's my Bonnie. Taken 'bout a year after we were wed."
Tom sighed as he finished his drink and said, "Spent five years in the bottle. When the cancer took her from me, but I've been sober three years now 'cause the one thing stronger than the whiskey…was the sight of her holdin' my baby girl. The way she adored that string of pearls, I gave her the day that our youngest boy, Earl, married his high school love. And it's a new t-shirt saying, "I'm a Grandpa!" Being right there as our time got small and holding her hand when the good Lord called her up. Yeah, man, that's the good stuff."
Harry listened as Tom told his story about his wife. Tom looked back at Harry and said, "When you get home, she'll start to cry. When she says 'I'm sorry' say 'So am I'. And look into those eyes so deep in love, and drink it up. 'Cause that's the good stuff. Yeah, that's the good stuff."
Harry finished his drink and pulled out a Galleon to pay, but Tom pushed the Galleon away and said, "It's on the house, Mr. Potter. Now, you best go see your Mistress."
"Right," Harry said. "Have a good evening, Mr. Tom."
Mr. Tom nodded and Harry walked out of the bar and climbed onto his broom flying back to the hotel him and Hermione were staying at in London.
(End Chapter One)
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