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Have you ever wondered why some people get to have a happy ending and you don't? Well, life isn't as linear as that, but you get what I mean...I'm just saying, life isn't fair for everyone, at least that was what I thought for the last couple of months until I found someone that proved me wrong, and believe me, what you really need is someone to prove you wrong, and it never felt this good to be wrong.
The calendar marked 31st of December, one of those days that made you feel quite down and made you regret leaving the warmth of your bed...Waking up you are crushed with hundreds of realizations, for example, another year with no boyfriend/fiancé/ husband, for that matter, not even a eligible candidate to present your mother, who is desperate to marry you off. If I began to tell you how many dates mine has set me up on, you would laugh for hours, trust me, and let's simply not go there. But the truth was this was another year with only my cat as company, but don't get me wrong, I love my cat.
Oh well, better do something useful today...so many things to get before midnight...well, I try to think this as a regular day, but the truth is right there, smacking you in the face in every corner you take – new year's eve is tonight...
'So let's see...what shall I do for dinner? Shall I order Chinese like last year? Or maybe I should try Indian this year...'
You might find it weird that I'm not spending this special night with my family, but knowing my family you would understand. You see, my parents are happily married and are taking a cruise this year through the Mediterranean and oh well, let's say I'm just relieved I'm not spending my New Year's Eve with them...I love them, dearly, but it's just that my mother is always bringing up the same topic...yes, you guessed it right, my future husband, who would be perfect for me, blah, blah, blah...Hurr, try being the only daughter on a huge family, with many cousins and nephews and so on, the only one that is not married is my nephew Phillip, who is 20, so you can only imagine what I go through every year...or at least almost every year, seeing as my parents are always travelling on this time of the year.
I'm just happy by myself, enjoying a good reading by the fireplace, listening to some music, probably jazz...but sometimes I wonder what if I did something different? Went out with some friends...Ginny is always begging me to go, but the answer is always the same (or the content of the answer is).
'I'll try something different tonight...I'll give it a try to my cooking techniques, which are not that wonderful...it will be...fun'
So it is settled, dinner at home, then reading a book and listening to music...then until midnight and after that, clean the house and bed...
'What shall I do? I'll think about that later...'
She left for work that morning, thinking what could happen that would change her night...how it would be nice to find someone decent to accompany her home...silly possibilities, how in the world could she find a decent match/date in only what 16 hours?
Getting to the Ministry she soon found release to all her thinking, it seemed that these days her mind was working harder than ever, full speed all the way. But it was normal, after all she wasn't getting any younger, and the longer she waited, more it would cost her to find that someone. Being 34 years old surely narrowed your possibilities.
Five thirty and she left her work place; she couldn't quite decide if she was happy for leaving or eager to return...
Walking out of the Ministry building through the floo connection she made it to Diagon Alley rather fast.
She was always amazed by the quantity of shops there, whenever she got there she would notice new shops, but curiously none of them ever closed...how on earth did they manage to open new shops without closing any?
'Leave that alone...we've got more important things to do'
Knowing why she had come there in the first place, she marched toward the first store; hopefully Ms. Rumilda would have exactly what she needed for dinner...then maybe a quick glance through Flourish and Blotts, then straight home...
After shopping everything she would need for dinner she walked on the opposite direction towards her well known Flourish and Blotts just to have a pick at the newest collections...
Marching in, she was, of course, greeted by the owner.
'Why hello, Ms. Granger, long time no see'
'Indeed Mr. Ford, but I hope you can help me, I'm quite at loss with the news...'
'Well, I got the first 30 copies available of Rita Skeeter's biography...'
'Hummm, no...'
'Well then, maybe the Sonnets of a Humble Wizard'...or the ever so popular The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts?'
'Yes, maybe the second one...got anything more on that sort?'
'Not of the sort, no...maybe a book of potions or the History of Magic 10th edition?'
'Ok then the other one and those two, please'
'Right away, my dear'
As he gone to get the books she had a chance of looking around the little store. She had to admit the place was filled with more people these days, rather than in the past'
'Here you go, my dear'
'Thank you, Mr. Ford, how much do I owe you?'
'30 galleons, Ms. Granger'
'Here you go'
'Until the next time, Ms. Granger, I do hope to see you more often'
'I'll try'
As she was ready to leave the store, she couldn't resist having a quick glance through The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts. As she was flipping through the initial pages she bumped into someone...
'Oh, I'm so sorry'
'It was my fault as well' – the man answered.
As she looked up, she couldn't help the blush from getting to her cheeks.
'If you don't mind...I was...' – she started. Of all people did it really have to be him?
'I have a faint idea I know you from somewhere...' – he said, stopping her in her tracks.
'Well, I guess I have one of those faces...' – she said trying to leave once again. Subtle, Very Subtle, Hermione, jeez.
'Ms. Granger, you forgot one of the books'
Merlin be damned!
'Granger, hmm' – he started.
'Yes Malfoy, it's me, now if you'll excuse me...' – she said returning to Mr. Ford, collecting the stupidly forgotten book and went to leave again, but he had to stop her once again...
'So, didn't you recognise me? Or were you shy all of a sudden?'
'And are you still a ferret or more of a git?' – She retorted.
A bit of both, actually – he thought.
'Touché' – he said, laughing.