hey guys! im back, after quite a bit of time being unactive in the writing community xp but im back with a sequel and hopefully an eragon fanfic soon which i expect all of you to read! lol
right, so hermione is still the same version as i had in 'a different kind of love' just a bit older, and the story is gonna be switching back and fourth from harry and hermione's perspectives i think, though i havent entirely decided.
to respond to a couple unacnowleged revews from my last story: terrance really didnt have anything to do at all with the rest of the story, i just put him in there to add a bit of flavor and make you guys not like someone xp, but who knows, he might make a reapperence in the upcoming chapters ;)
and i will make absolute sure to start adding more dialogue from here on out! i know the fact that i had very little came up often in revews. so ill fix that :)
as always, i hope you enjoy my version of hermione, and i hope some of my previous readers will come back for more. and im not perfect! so please let me know if i messed up or oopsied in any way shape or form in the form of...you guessed it- REVIEWS! *throws hands up into the air*. i really would love for you all to review a bit more...it might provoke me to write and update more often...*hint hint*...*caugh caugh*...*nudge nudge*...and its like the little box says, "a well rounded review is sometimes the most valuble thing to a writer, so please take this golden opportunity to offer a little advice, praise or tips," or something like that lol but seriously, it really is true, and i encourage you to write a little something at the end of most chapters. questions, comments, *constructive* criticism, or anything else that happens to pop into your head, not just for me, but for all writers here. we feed on your responces! it helps us grow :)
great well, ill stop blabbering, and let you all get to reading what is (in my oppinion) a fantastic story! read and review! peas and tangerines ;) (aka please and thank you lol)
enjoy :)
~Seph
The turn-around sequel to A Different Kind of Love… in other words, same Hermione, only every ones four years older…
Harry walked in to his apartment from work and looked around with a bored attitude. He wouldn't deny that he wasn't as bad as most bachelors,*ahem, Ron*. There were no piles of dirty dishes in the sink, no dust bunnies floating around on the hard wood floors, and he didn't use his living room furniture and kitchen appliances as hangers, but there was a dull sense about the place. It was neat, somewhat classy for a guy (the furniture matched and the dishes were a set) but it needed…something. He just couldn't put his wand on it. Some inner part of him, not to mention most of his best mates told him it was lack of a woman, but he almost refused to believe that.
Actually, he was quite popular with the girls, being Harry Potter and all, and surprisingly, a great number of those women liked him for his personality, not his fame. But no matter how long they had been dating, (two years was his longest and most recent) he just never suggested the move-in step in the relationship. Eventually, either he would break it off, or his girlfriend would get tired of waiting for him and end it.
"Oi! Harry!" Ron's head said suddenly from the fireplace, "Stop mopeing around mate, and go get Hermione. Our reservations up in an hour!" the head disappeared.
Ron had made reservations for the three of them at one of the most elegant restaurants in London. It was rather surprising, though it was not that he couldn't afford it. Ron as you could've guessed had tried out for, and made the Chudley Cannons two years ago and was now their first keeper. They usually just met for drinks and talks at the Three Broomsticks. Today was nothing special as far as Harry could remember.
He went to his bathroom to look himself over once, loosen his tie, and ruffle his hair in habit before he went to get Hermione.
Hermione.
She had changed so much since seventh year, her attitude especially. She had finally told him and Ron about what had happened to her over the summer. She'd told them about Draco too; needless to say, they hadn't been very good recipients to that news. It had taken them the rest of the school year to accept and believe Malfoy, in which time the odd couple had ended their relationship. According to Hermione, they had ended on good terms and still kept in touch from time to time. Harry and Ron still kept a good distance. He shook his head to get the flashbacks out, then ruffed his hair one last time and apparated to the living room of Hermione's small apartment. He looked around the apparently empty apartment expecting Hermione to round a corner and give one of her crazy, (or psychedelic, depending on how she felt that morning) haired hugs but instead got…a lamp to the head.
He ducked just as the lamp soared through the spot his head had been in to crash against the wall and onto the floor in many pieces (which was quite a feat, considering the lamp was stainless steel). Harry heard the shouting then and stepped quickly out of the way as a short pudgy little man walked brusquely into the room from the kitchen. He was clutching a few papers to his chest and had another handful of them tight in his fist. He brushed past Harry, practically running as he shouted, "Two days, Ms. Granger. Two days!"
"Two bloody days! Are you bloody mad?" came the answering shout as Hermione appeared, a coffee pot clutched in her hand.
"Two days!" repeated the pudgy land lord, "or Ill be forced to keep your security deposit." He shook his papers at her then shot out of the room as the coffee pot smashed into the outside hall wall, barely missing his balding head.
"You'll probably just find another stupid reason to keep it anyway you pathetic excuse for a land lord!" yelled Hermione to his echoing footsteps. She was fuming- literally; smoke was trickling out of her ears and her eyes were glowing lividly.
Harry made an 'ahem' sound and said, "Wow, that was…ah… something." Hermione looked over at him quickly as she barely realized he was there.
"Oh! Harry!" she said and smoke abruptly stemmed and her eyes went back to their almost-natural colors, "Im so sorry you had to see that." She bustled out into the hallway, smoothing her hair self-consciously on her way. Some of the ends were sticking up.
"Don't worry about it Hermione," said Harry, waving his wand and muttering a quick Reparo at the smashed lamp, then at the wall as he noticed the not-so-subtle crack in it. He set it on the nearest coffee table, "So what was all that about?"
"Oh," said Hermione as she came back inside with a now intact coffee pot, "he's been giving me a hard time since about two months ago, when I accidently saved his life," she disappeared into the kitchen again.
"Accidently?" said Harry, following her and leaning on the kitchen doorway.
"Yeah, he was about to be run over and I shoved him out of the way."
"You shoved him?" repeated Harry, trying to make sense of Hermione's explanation.
"Yeah, well I didn't exactly have time to get out of the way myself," she grimaced, "I dematerialized."
"Ahh…" said Harry, understanding. He could only imagine the land lord looking up from the pavement and seeing Hermione burst into a billion pieces, only to materialize right next to him a second later, right as rain. To be perfectly honest, it had taken both him and Ron a bit of time to get used to her new abilities, and Harry never really knew what she was going to come up with next. "I take it he didn't exactly take well to that?"
"No!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms up, "he called me a death-bringing devil worshipper and ran back across the street! He almost went splat again!" She sat down heavily in one of the kitchen table chairs, "Hes been trying to get rid of me ever since. You heard him, two days to get out because my last payment was a day late."
Magic haters had been popping up ever since Voldemort's defeat four years ago. Not that any wizard could blame them; Voldemort and the Death Eaters had treated muggles just as bad if not worse than muggleborns and they understood that muggles could only handle so much. But about a year after magic had been made known to the world, (such a big event like that couldn't be washed away by magic means) wizard haters had sprung up like weeds, leading protests, starting riots and in some cases, even trying to sue people they believed to be wizards or witches. Another year after that and extremists' had tried to start up public witch burnings. It was a mess. Even now, things were barely starting to settle down, though some things were still going on in secret. And of course, witches and wizards got themselves in the kind of situation Hermione was in now.
"That's stupid of him." agreed Harry, "What are you gonna do?"
"Move out I guess," Hermione said defeatedly, "packing obviously isn't much of a problem, nor the moving part. it's the finding-another-apartment part I'm worried about. By now that jerk is sure to have sent any complexes with vacancys a fax saying not to let me live there."
"Hermione," said Harry, an idea occurring to him, "Why don't you just come live with me." She stared at him. "Really!" he said, liking the idea as he though about it more, "I have plenty of room, you know I do, you've even slept in the spare room before. I wont charge you rent, wait," he said as she opened her mouth to protest, "At least until you find another place. You can of course stay as long as you want. Think of it as a temporary place to relax and calmly find a more permenant place." He smiled as he finished his argument. He didn't tell her that she would stop him from feeling more lonely.
"Aw Harry, that's supper sweet of you, but I don't think you'd be able to stand me as a roommate. Especially with my schedual." she grimmiced, "I'd be coming in and leaving at all hours of the day!"
"Hermione, I know." he laughed. Hermione was an Auror, like him, "and honestly, it wouldn't be any trouble at all."
"But the rent! You cant expect me to take up space where you live and not pay rent!"
"Hermione," Harry said, "you wouldn't be taking up any space at all, really. There's plenty of room as you know, and if you're that adamant about the rent, I don't know, just split the chores with me. That will be more than a fair trade. And I've lived with you before Hermione, you really aren't as bad as you think you are." he could see her twisting and turning the idea in her head, trying to find another argument against it, "Hermione, it would be for as long as you needed. There's no way you're finding another apartment in two days. Why stress yourself out when you really don't have to."
He could see the gears working in Hermione's head trying to come up with a way to refuse, but she remained silent.
"Great!" he said, clapping his hands together and standing up, "its settled. Tomorrow Ill come stop by again and help you pack, and by noon you can get your security deposit back from you land lord. Now come on, get dressed, Ron will throw a fit if were late to his reservation."
"His reservation? What are you talking about?"
"Hermione, His diner reservation he told us about two weeks ago." He laughed; it was still discerning how much her busy schedule made her forget things. Discerning, but funny.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, remembering, "I cant believe I forgot! Give me two minutes!" and with that, she dashed passed him and disappeared into her room.
She was indeed, back out in a couple minutes, wearing a black pencil skirt, a white top and black heels. Her hair was slicked back with a part to the side in a ponytail, an all around elegant look.
He straightened his tie, and held his arm out at an angle for her to take, "Shall we, Ms. Granger?" he asked in a formal voice. Hermione laughed, grabbed her purse from the couch and took his arm. He lead the way, apparating to the restaurant.
well...whad you all think huh? i wanna know! shoot me a review! :)