Chapter 1:
Weekly Reunion At The Leaky Cauldron
It was a chilly and rainy afternoon, at the Leaky Cauldron. Hermione Granger just sat there waiting for her best friends, Harry Potter, and Ronald Weasley. She wore violet robes, her bushy hair tied up in a neat pony tail, and she had this big smile on her face.
Today, was their weekly meeting at the Leaky Cauldron; ever since they finished their studies at Hogwarts, they all gathered up at there to hang around, talk about their future plans, and of course, to remember the old good times at Hogwarts, which were completely unforgetable. Now, they all had their very own job, but it was a tradition to see each other at least once a week.
The three of them worked at the Ministry; but in different departments, and they couldn´t see each other every single day because they had a lot of work to be done every day. Hermione worked at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; Harry worked at the Department of Dark Arts Control; and Ron worked at the Department of Games and Sports.
Hermione glanced once again at her wrist-watch and thought to herself,
"they´re late again." She sighed and started to tap her fingers impatiently on the table in front of her.
10 minutes later, someone pulled her ponytail in a way that the rubber band that holded it loosened a little bit. Hermione turned around and saw a freckled face with beautiful baby blue eyes." You are 20 minutes late, you know," she simply said.
Ron smiled and sat next to her. "Sorry," he apologized," you know puntuality is not one of my virtues."
Hermione shook her head and then, she asked," Where´s Harry?"
" I think he´s on his way here, maybe worked took a little longer, you know he really doesn´t have a firm schedule," replied Ron.
Hermione nodded.
"So, what´s up lately Hermione?" asked Ron.
"Nothing new, Ron, just work, work and more work."
Just then, a tall young man, with shinny green eyes behind his glasses appeared to their sights. He looked tired, but yet he was smiling. That was Harry, although he had to worry about so many things he tried to relax and have fun with the people he appreciated.
"Hello, guys." Harry excused himself, "Sorry I´m late it´s just that I had to stay a little longer at work, we´ve been informed that someone used the dark arts to attack a muggle school."
Hermione and Ron stayed shoked for a moment, they even forgot to reply.
Hermione got a little bit scared, and Ron couldn´t believe it. After all this years, Voldermort was very old now, but still he didn´t give up. The thing this evil man wanted the most was to kill Harry, for all those times he had conquered him.
The waiter arrived, and he asked,"So... what will it be?"
Harry inmediately answered," Three butterbeers like always."
The waiter nodded, wrote their order in a little memo pad, and walked away to bring them their butterbeers.
Harry made things clear for his friends and tried to calm them down," Look, we don´t know if it´s sure. Maybe it´s just a stupid old false alarm."
Hermione took a deep breath, a little relieved now. Ron said,"I bet it is."
The waiter came back and gave them their butterbeers," There you go. Enjoy them."
The butterbeers always reminded them, their third year at Hogwarts, when Harry used to go to Hogsmeade hidden in the invisible cloak.
"Butterbeers smell like our third year at Hogwarts," said Ron.
"They surely do," Harry and Hermione said in unision. Sometimes, it seemed that Hermione could read Harry´s thoughts and backwards. They knew each other too well. Besides they had so many things in common, now that they were older.
Harry raised his butterbeer as a gesture to invite his friends to have a toast. "This is to our ... good times together," declared Harry.
Ron and Hermione raised their butterbeers too and said," to make it count."
Ron turned around and spotted a blond haired young man, who was so damn familiar to him sitting way across them, joined by two vigorous guys. It was Draco Malfoy, a face he wished he wished he would never see again; but yet he was right there at the Leaky Cauldron.
Draco approached to them surrounded by his bodyguards. Ron narrowed his eyes at his old enemy.
Draco greeted them in his very own sarcastic voice," Hello, Potter, Mudblood, and Weasley, long time no see."
"Thank the great wizards," muttered Ron. Hermione started to giggle. Harry just stayed quiet, thinking why would Draco walk all the way towards them just to say hello, it surely was not his purpose.
"What the hell do you want here?" asked Harry hoping he would leave.
"Can´t anyone show some respect here?" replied Draco making a disgusted face. Crabbe and Goyle laughed wildly.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron, stared at Draco coldly, they just couldn´t stand when Draco acted as if he were superior, and being such a pompous.
Draco answered his own question out loud," Of course not, Potter was raised by dirty muggles, and so was Granger, and Weasley at that dirty old burrow."
Ron clenched his fists tightly, he couldn´t take it anymore. How dare did Draco criticized his education? Honestly, he had more manners than that spoiled brat. And what´s wrong with having muggle blood?
Draco continued," I heard you still live at that rotten house with your useless parents. Haven´t you earned money to buy your own house?"
Harry grabbed Draco by his collar and said, " Listen, Malfoy, if you don´t have anything nice to say, I suggest that you leave." Harry released him, and Draco dust his robes. Then, he grinned cruely. Oh that grin made Hermione lose all of her patience.
"By the way," Draco went on," I have good news, I just wanted to tell you guys that I have a new mansion all for myself." He really enjoyed to brag ever since he could talk.
Ron frowned and walked towards Draco," Who cares if your daddy bought you a mansion, because he stole money from the ministry?"
Draco was annoyed by his comment so he made a signal so Crabbe and Goyle could take care of him. The two monsters started to hit poor Ron. Hermione picked two big glassed filled with butterbeer and emptied them on Crabbe´s and Goyle´s heads; their eyes started to hurt, and they droppped Ron to the ground."Ouch!" cried Ron. Hermione knelt next to him and asked, "Are you alright?"
"I guess so," replied Ron rubbing his back.
Draco and his henchmen were turning to leave.
"Hey Malfoy!" Harry called him. Just as soon as Draco turned to face him, Harry, delivered a blow right into his left eye that caused him a purple bruise. Draco covered his eye and commanded,"Get them!"
Crabbe and Goyle obeyed their master, and even if their eyes still itched a little, they ran after Harry, Hermione, and Ron as fast as their fat legs could; they even forgot to pay their butterbeers.
Hermione and Harry helped Ron to catch up with them; the poor guy could barely trot because all of his body was sore thanks to Crabbe and Goyle.(ÑÑAAAAAAAAA):(
When they were safe, away from Draco´s bodyguards, Harry, Hermione, and Ron began to laugh hysterically.(kinda like the author here)
Hermione stopped abruptly to say," Tell me just one time that Crabbe and Goyle have reached us."
"Pigs can´t run fast!"Ron added.
The three friends spent the rest of the afternoon in a muggle café that was close to Hermione´s apartment. They just drank some sodas there, just to replace the butterbeers they didn´t finish (and they didn´t pay either) thanks to Draco Malfoy.
"There´s this new guy at work," Hermione said," he joined us last Monday."
"Good, how does he look like?" asked Ron.
"Well, I barely met him," Hermion replied," But he seems to be a nice guy, and he speaks kinda weird."
Harry just listened quietly, while he drank his soda.
It was late now, so the three friends said goodbye to each other. Hermione kissed Harry and Ron on their cheeks. She couldn´t help herself from blushing after that, because she usually never kissed them, it was just so sudden she just did it without thinking.
"Take care!" said Harry as Hermione walked away.
Hermione opened the door and got inside her house, then, she locked the door once again. She was so tired, that she just jumped on her bed, turned the T.V. on and fell deeply asleep wearing her clothes instead of nightwear.
The next day, Hermione woke up early and went to take a bath. It was only Sunday, and she had no clue about it.
When she was all dressed neatly in violet robes, Hermione ran down to the kitchen to make herself some breakfast. Hermione cooked some scambled eggs which didn´t taste very well, in fact, Hermione´s food wasn´t good at all. She could do anything but, cooking was not included in her list.
Hermione sat to eat her breakfast, and before she could finish the second egg, she heard someone knocking on the door. She stood up, and went to see who could be so improper to go and visit her so early in the morning, when she was trying to leave for work. Hermione peeked through the little whole on the door, and only saw the Daily Profet covering someone´s head. She opened the door, and saw a wonderful smile that could only belong to Harry Potter, who was wearing some jeans and a big black T-shirt!
"Do you have the day off, or what?" Hermione started," Because I must leave now, I´m late for work..."
Harry cut her off,"It´s only Saturday."
Hermione replied," Yeah sure."
Harry pointed at the date written on the newspaper, and Hermione could read the big letters that said SATURDAY. Then, she slapped her forehead.
"Don´t do that!" said Harry still standing outside Hermione´s house.
"Sorry, would you like to come in?"
"Bingo! I was waiting for you to say that!"
Harry walked inside Hermione´s messy department; her shoes were right next to the door, and she had coats, robes, and shirts all over the couches.
"Wow, it seems you had a tornado inside here," Harry started," A really disastrous tornado."
"Knock it off, I haven´t had much time to clean the house."
"Who would´ve thought? Hermione Granger would become such a messy person."
"I have to work alot ."
"Excuses, excuses."
"I know, anyway, would you like some breakfast?"
Harry stayed thoughtful for a moment, making faces which Hermione found funny." Are you saying you´re going to cook, no thanks, I didn´t enjoy your last attempt to cook."
" That was a month ago, I promise this time It won´t have so much salt."
Well, honestly, when Hermione tried to cook some potatoes it wasn´t only the salt that made Harry get a stomachache and rush into the bathroom; the potatoes really tasted strange, maybe they were just rotten, no big deal. (seriously ask Harry about it)
Hermione made a sweet pleading face that forced Harry to say," Ok, just don´t put poison in it."
Hermione frowned and muttered," that is so tempting, thanks for giving me the idea."
They both headed to the kitchen.
The kitchen looked a little more descent than the living room, it only had dirty dishes on the sink, and Crookshanks was wandering in there purring so Hermione would remember that she had to feed him.
Hermione asked," How about scrambled eggs?"
Harry nodded, of course not very convinced and fearing the worst; but he could survive another stomachache again, if he was lucky.
Hermione turned on the stove and got a pan. She reached for two eggs and broke them. "Maybe she knows what she´s doing." Harry thought, trying to comfort himself.
Hermione finished the eggs in five minutes, and then, she served them to Harry.
They looked like normal scrambled eggs. Harry swallowed hard and began eating.
"Hermione, don´t get mad at me but you forgot to put salt on the eggs."
Harry stopped eating, and he pushed the plate away. He refused to take one more bite of it.
"Sorry, I´m not a good cook." Hermione apologized shyly. Harry loved when she did that.
"I know, do you want to get me poisoned or something?"Harry teased.
"Of course not."
Harry stood up, and looked in the refrigerator to find something healthy to eat, he grabbed an apple and sat down again.
"Delicious!" he exclaimed.
"I think it´s great to be a witch so when I get married I can appear food so my husband and children eat." (In our case, the microwave is out best resource, poor gypsie, he will have to eat maruchans every day hahaahahahahahaha)
"Or you could learn."
"I refuse!"
Crookshanks purred once again, and jumped to Hermione´s lap.
"I think that means feed me!" said Harry.
Hermione stood up and started to look for her cat´s food. She couldn´t find it, because inside her drawer she had a mess, boxes of cereal fell down just as soon as she opened it. " I´m sure it was in here, I put it yesterday."
Harry couldn´t help himself but to giggle, it was really funny to see Hermione in a situation like this. When she was at Hogwarts her stuff was ordered in alphabetical order.
"Don´t you dare laugh," said Hermione; and a box of oatmeal landed on top of her head. Harry laughed even more.
Hermione never found Crookshanks´s food, so she gave him Harry´s leftovers, which the cat never finished.
"What if I help you clean this mess?" Harry suggested.
Hermione agreed.
They started with the living room, picking all the clothes Hermione just dropped there, and hundreds of chocolate wrappings, of course they used some spells to finish cleaning all the mess.
When they were almost done, they took a little break and drank some juice.
Next, Hermione walked up the stairs to clean her bedroom. Harry went to the bathroom.
When Harry was walking up the stairs he slipped. Hermione only heard a loud bang on the stairs, so she ran to see what caused it.
"Are you alright?" Hermione asked.
"I´m ok, really, I just slipped with this um...er..."
Harry reached for the black thing that made him fall, it was only a wonderbra that was out in the wrong place
"Gimme that!" Hernione turned bright red and snatched off the wonderbra from Harry´s hands.
Weekly Reunion At The Leaky Cauldron
It was a chilly and rainy afternoon, at the Leaky Cauldron. Hermione Granger just sat there waiting for her best friends, Harry Potter, and Ronald Weasley. She wore violet robes, her bushy hair tied up in a neat pony tail, and she had this big smile on her face.
Today, was their weekly meeting at the Leaky Cauldron; ever since they finished their studies at Hogwarts, they all gathered up at there to hang around, talk about their future plans, and of course, to remember the old good times at Hogwarts, which were completely unforgetable. Now, they all had their very own job, but it was a tradition to see each other at least once a week.
The three of them worked at the Ministry; but in different departments, and they couldn´t see each other every single day because they had a lot of work to be done every day. Hermione worked at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; Harry worked at the Department of Dark Arts Control; and Ron worked at the Department of Games and Sports.
Hermione glanced once again at her wrist-watch and thought to herself,
"they´re late again." She sighed and started to tap her fingers impatiently on the table in front of her.
10 minutes later, someone pulled her ponytail in a way that the rubber band that holded it loosened a little bit. Hermione turned around and saw a freckled face with beautiful baby blue eyes." You are 20 minutes late, you know," she simply said.
Ron smiled and sat next to her. "Sorry," he apologized," you know puntuality is not one of my virtues."
Hermione shook her head and then, she asked," Where´s Harry?"
" I think he´s on his way here, maybe worked took a little longer, you know he really doesn´t have a firm schedule," replied Ron.
Hermione nodded.
"So, what´s up lately Hermione?" asked Ron.
"Nothing new, Ron, just work, work and more work."
Just then, a tall young man, with shinny green eyes behind his glasses appeared to their sights. He looked tired, but yet he was smiling. That was Harry, although he had to worry about so many things he tried to relax and have fun with the people he appreciated.
"Hello, guys." Harry excused himself, "Sorry I´m late it´s just that I had to stay a little longer at work, we´ve been informed that someone used the dark arts to attack a muggle school."
Hermione and Ron stayed shoked for a moment, they even forgot to reply.
Hermione got a little bit scared, and Ron couldn´t believe it. After all this years, Voldermort was very old now, but still he didn´t give up. The thing this evil man wanted the most was to kill Harry, for all those times he had conquered him.
The waiter arrived, and he asked,"So... what will it be?"
Harry inmediately answered," Three butterbeers like always."
The waiter nodded, wrote their order in a little memo pad, and walked away to bring them their butterbeers.
Harry made things clear for his friends and tried to calm them down," Look, we don´t know if it´s sure. Maybe it´s just a stupid old false alarm."
Hermione took a deep breath, a little relieved now. Ron said,"I bet it is."
The waiter came back and gave them their butterbeers," There you go. Enjoy them."
The butterbeers always reminded them, their third year at Hogwarts, when Harry used to go to Hogsmeade hidden in the invisible cloak.
"Butterbeers smell like our third year at Hogwarts," said Ron.
"They surely do," Harry and Hermione said in unision. Sometimes, it seemed that Hermione could read Harry´s thoughts and backwards. They knew each other too well. Besides they had so many things in common, now that they were older.
Harry raised his butterbeer as a gesture to invite his friends to have a toast. "This is to our ... good times together," declared Harry.
Ron and Hermione raised their butterbeers too and said," to make it count."
Ron turned around and spotted a blond haired young man, who was so damn familiar to him sitting way across them, joined by two vigorous guys. It was Draco Malfoy, a face he wished he wished he would never see again; but yet he was right there at the Leaky Cauldron.
Draco approached to them surrounded by his bodyguards. Ron narrowed his eyes at his old enemy.
Draco greeted them in his very own sarcastic voice," Hello, Potter, Mudblood, and Weasley, long time no see."
"Thank the great wizards," muttered Ron. Hermione started to giggle. Harry just stayed quiet, thinking why would Draco walk all the way towards them just to say hello, it surely was not his purpose.
"What the hell do you want here?" asked Harry hoping he would leave.
"Can´t anyone show some respect here?" replied Draco making a disgusted face. Crabbe and Goyle laughed wildly.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron, stared at Draco coldly, they just couldn´t stand when Draco acted as if he were superior, and being such a pompous.
Draco answered his own question out loud," Of course not, Potter was raised by dirty muggles, and so was Granger, and Weasley at that dirty old burrow."
Ron clenched his fists tightly, he couldn´t take it anymore. How dare did Draco criticized his education? Honestly, he had more manners than that spoiled brat. And what´s wrong with having muggle blood?
Draco continued," I heard you still live at that rotten house with your useless parents. Haven´t you earned money to buy your own house?"
Harry grabbed Draco by his collar and said, " Listen, Malfoy, if you don´t have anything nice to say, I suggest that you leave." Harry released him, and Draco dust his robes. Then, he grinned cruely. Oh that grin made Hermione lose all of her patience.
"By the way," Draco went on," I have good news, I just wanted to tell you guys that I have a new mansion all for myself." He really enjoyed to brag ever since he could talk.
Ron frowned and walked towards Draco," Who cares if your daddy bought you a mansion, because he stole money from the ministry?"
Draco was annoyed by his comment so he made a signal so Crabbe and Goyle could take care of him. The two monsters started to hit poor Ron. Hermione picked two big glassed filled with butterbeer and emptied them on Crabbe´s and Goyle´s heads; their eyes started to hurt, and they droppped Ron to the ground."Ouch!" cried Ron. Hermione knelt next to him and asked, "Are you alright?"
"I guess so," replied Ron rubbing his back.
Draco and his henchmen were turning to leave.
"Hey Malfoy!" Harry called him. Just as soon as Draco turned to face him, Harry, delivered a blow right into his left eye that caused him a purple bruise. Draco covered his eye and commanded,"Get them!"
Crabbe and Goyle obeyed their master, and even if their eyes still itched a little, they ran after Harry, Hermione, and Ron as fast as their fat legs could; they even forgot to pay their butterbeers.
Hermione and Harry helped Ron to catch up with them; the poor guy could barely trot because all of his body was sore thanks to Crabbe and Goyle.(ÑÑAAAAAAAAA):(
When they were safe, away from Draco´s bodyguards, Harry, Hermione, and Ron began to laugh hysterically.(kinda like the author here)
Hermione stopped abruptly to say," Tell me just one time that Crabbe and Goyle have reached us."
"Pigs can´t run fast!"Ron added.
The three friends spent the rest of the afternoon in a muggle café that was close to Hermione´s apartment. They just drank some sodas there, just to replace the butterbeers they didn´t finish (and they didn´t pay either) thanks to Draco Malfoy.
"There´s this new guy at work," Hermione said," he joined us last Monday."
"Good, how does he look like?" asked Ron.
"Well, I barely met him," Hermion replied," But he seems to be a nice guy, and he speaks kinda weird."
Harry just listened quietly, while he drank his soda.
It was late now, so the three friends said goodbye to each other. Hermione kissed Harry and Ron on their cheeks. She couldn´t help herself from blushing after that, because she usually never kissed them, it was just so sudden she just did it without thinking.
"Take care!" said Harry as Hermione walked away.
Hermione opened the door and got inside her house, then, she locked the door once again. She was so tired, that she just jumped on her bed, turned the T.V. on and fell deeply asleep wearing her clothes instead of nightwear.
The next day, Hermione woke up early and went to take a bath. It was only Sunday, and she had no clue about it.
When she was all dressed neatly in violet robes, Hermione ran down to the kitchen to make herself some breakfast. Hermione cooked some scambled eggs which didn´t taste very well, in fact, Hermione´s food wasn´t good at all. She could do anything but, cooking was not included in her list.
Hermione sat to eat her breakfast, and before she could finish the second egg, she heard someone knocking on the door. She stood up, and went to see who could be so improper to go and visit her so early in the morning, when she was trying to leave for work. Hermione peeked through the little whole on the door, and only saw the Daily Profet covering someone´s head. She opened the door, and saw a wonderful smile that could only belong to Harry Potter, who was wearing some jeans and a big black T-shirt!
"Do you have the day off, or what?" Hermione started," Because I must leave now, I´m late for work..."
Harry cut her off,"It´s only Saturday."
Hermione replied," Yeah sure."
Harry pointed at the date written on the newspaper, and Hermione could read the big letters that said SATURDAY. Then, she slapped her forehead.
"Don´t do that!" said Harry still standing outside Hermione´s house.
"Sorry, would you like to come in?"
"Bingo! I was waiting for you to say that!"
Harry walked inside Hermione´s messy department; her shoes were right next to the door, and she had coats, robes, and shirts all over the couches.
"Wow, it seems you had a tornado inside here," Harry started," A really disastrous tornado."
"Knock it off, I haven´t had much time to clean the house."
"Who would´ve thought? Hermione Granger would become such a messy person."
"I have to work alot ."
"Excuses, excuses."
"I know, anyway, would you like some breakfast?"
Harry stayed thoughtful for a moment, making faces which Hermione found funny." Are you saying you´re going to cook, no thanks, I didn´t enjoy your last attempt to cook."
" That was a month ago, I promise this time It won´t have so much salt."
Well, honestly, when Hermione tried to cook some potatoes it wasn´t only the salt that made Harry get a stomachache and rush into the bathroom; the potatoes really tasted strange, maybe they were just rotten, no big deal. (seriously ask Harry about it)
Hermione made a sweet pleading face that forced Harry to say," Ok, just don´t put poison in it."
Hermione frowned and muttered," that is so tempting, thanks for giving me the idea."
They both headed to the kitchen.
The kitchen looked a little more descent than the living room, it only had dirty dishes on the sink, and Crookshanks was wandering in there purring so Hermione would remember that she had to feed him.
Hermione asked," How about scrambled eggs?"
Harry nodded, of course not very convinced and fearing the worst; but he could survive another stomachache again, if he was lucky.
Hermione turned on the stove and got a pan. She reached for two eggs and broke them. "Maybe she knows what she´s doing." Harry thought, trying to comfort himself.
Hermione finished the eggs in five minutes, and then, she served them to Harry.
They looked like normal scrambled eggs. Harry swallowed hard and began eating.
"Hermione, don´t get mad at me but you forgot to put salt on the eggs."
Harry stopped eating, and he pushed the plate away. He refused to take one more bite of it.
"Sorry, I´m not a good cook." Hermione apologized shyly. Harry loved when she did that.
"I know, do you want to get me poisoned or something?"Harry teased.
"Of course not."
Harry stood up, and looked in the refrigerator to find something healthy to eat, he grabbed an apple and sat down again.
"Delicious!" he exclaimed.
"I think it´s great to be a witch so when I get married I can appear food so my husband and children eat." (In our case, the microwave is out best resource, poor gypsie, he will have to eat maruchans every day hahaahahahahahaha)
"Or you could learn."
"I refuse!"
Crookshanks purred once again, and jumped to Hermione´s lap.
"I think that means feed me!" said Harry.
Hermione stood up and started to look for her cat´s food. She couldn´t find it, because inside her drawer she had a mess, boxes of cereal fell down just as soon as she opened it. " I´m sure it was in here, I put it yesterday."
Harry couldn´t help himself but to giggle, it was really funny to see Hermione in a situation like this. When she was at Hogwarts her stuff was ordered in alphabetical order.
"Don´t you dare laugh," said Hermione; and a box of oatmeal landed on top of her head. Harry laughed even more.
Hermione never found Crookshanks´s food, so she gave him Harry´s leftovers, which the cat never finished.
"What if I help you clean this mess?" Harry suggested.
Hermione agreed.
They started with the living room, picking all the clothes Hermione just dropped there, and hundreds of chocolate wrappings, of course they used some spells to finish cleaning all the mess.
When they were almost done, they took a little break and drank some juice.
Next, Hermione walked up the stairs to clean her bedroom. Harry went to the bathroom.
When Harry was walking up the stairs he slipped. Hermione only heard a loud bang on the stairs, so she ran to see what caused it.
"Are you alright?" Hermione asked.
"I´m ok, really, I just slipped with this um...er..."
Harry reached for the black thing that made him fall, it was only a wonderbra that was out in the wrong place
"Gimme that!" Hernione turned bright red and snatched off the wonderbra from Harry´s hands.