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"Come on Harry, we're going to be late."

Harry, lying comfortably on the leather sofa in his flat, was broken from his thoughts by the subtly sweet but bossy voice of his best friend Hermione. He reached for the remote to turn the telly off and realized he couldn't even remember what he had been watching. Stretching into a yawn he looked at her as she walked in from the small kitchen adjoined to the living room he was in. She had straightened her hair to get rid of the fizziness; her shoulder length brown hair had natural light blonde strands that almost blended in. She had a long sleeve white fleece pullover that curved with her body and a worn pair of dark jeans that stretched to cover her backside.

Oops, he realized that his eyes were definitely focused on a non-friend zone and quickly recovered from a tiny surge of heat to his face to meet her gaze. If she had noticed she didn't show it as she closed the distance between them.

"I'm serious you really need to get up and your feet are on the couch" she chided grabbing the remote from him and placing it on the table in front of the couch.

"I'm getting up I swear," He remembered the second part of her statement "and I have socks on, really Hermione?"

She rolled her eyes but let it go and put her hands on her hips. From Harry's stretched out view point he suddenly felt uncomfortable at how close her hips were to him and even though he tried to push the natural male thoughts to the back of his mind he couldn't seem to. He quickly sat up and then headed to his room's door beside the telly. He opened it and went straight to his closet. He took a black hoody to throw over his Bulgarian quidditch shirt that Krum had given him the last time they had worked out together which really had amounted to chasing the snitch over and over again.

He grabbed his bag that Hermione had checked earlier to make sure he didn't forget anything from the bed and headed back out of his room. Naturally he really didn't want to go to the get together Hermione orchestrated in which a couple of his good friends from his Hogwarts days decided to meet up in a tourist town on the southern border of France and Switzerland called Divonne. He told himself he always felt that way though, and usually he ended up enjoying the company in at least some form or fashion when he got there, but this was a whole weekend.

He was surprised that Hermione would want to go too now that he thought about it. It had been a year since Ron had been transferred to a different station of aurors in London and had broken it off with Hermoine. Harry remembered how crushed she looked when she had knocked on his door in the late evening.

"Whats wrong?" he asked instantly drawing his wand and looking around

"Ron is leaving" she sobbed and he pulled her inside and shut the door.

"I know he told me earlier today, what happened?"

"He isn't just leaving here, he's leaving me behind too! He broke up with me for no fucking reason!"

That's probably the last time I will hear that word come from her mouth he had thought.

"I…I don't have anywhere to stay" she said in a mix of continuing sadness and shock mixed with embarrassment.

Before she could even ask he had told her that she was staying with him until things got settled. He had told her to take his room until he could clean out the other room that sat right beside it off from the living room. His apartment wasn't big by any means only having a kitchen, living room, and two bedrooms; but it was definitely nice. He had learned that his couch was comfy and that he had way to much stuff in his spare room during those few days he was stuck from his room.

She had taken it really hard the first couple of weeks and it had hurt him to see her so down. Harry wasn't too thrilled about Ron leaving either, but they had never really talked about it more than the minute long conversation in which Ron said he was getting promoted to captain at the vacant spot in London and Harry had wished him well. Of course Harry had just assumed that Hermione would be going with Ron and didn't expect them to break up. She had never left yet a year later and Harry wasn't one to complain. She always remembered things he would forget when they went grocery shopping and Harry was never late for work as an auror because Hermione had gotten a job at a muggle bookstore that had her working similar hours and she would always knock on his door if he wasn't up.

"Ready to go?" Harry said as he shut his door.

"Of course, I already made the portkey outta my scrunchie ages ago, now let's go we are going to be late." Hermione huffed.

"Relax this isn't class you are missing" he retorted.

"Prat" She said while lightly punching him. "Now touch this before I leave you behind."

"Yea, yea whatever" he reached into her hand and with that they were off.

A/N: Short introduction to the story. Next chapter up soon hope you enjoy.