AN/ This is my first HP fanfic, so I very excited. I'm pretty sure later chapters will have lemons, but there will be no such thing if I don't get reviews! Thank you and have a nice day :D

Disclaimer/ I don't own Harry, Ron, or Hermione. I own the rest.

Harry's feet pounded against the concrete to a rhythm only he coulde hear. His walk had a bounce in it that made more than a few girls stop and smile. Harry was flat out attractive. His blackish-brown hair was messy as always, giving him his boyish charm. But he was anything but a boy. His green eyes sparkled from beneathe his glasses, his lopsided grin plastered in place. 22 years had been kind to Harry. He wore muggle khakis, a white t-shirt, and a plaid button down shirt. His hands were jammed in his pockets. He was a nice sight to see, a 6 foot man of pure energy.

He rounded the corner to the bustle of the cities market area. People had set up stands outside of the local grocery. It was Sunday. Grocery day. Harry picked his way towards the center store, eager to return to his apartment to... well actually he was eager to get to his apartment because he had nothing better to do. Upon realizing this he let out a low sigh and slowed down a bit. He saw his friend, who happened to be a cashier, Julio.

“Working hard to earn a buck I see.” Harry slide up onto the counter, picking an apple from a nearby apple and biting into it.

“Well we all can't get a job working at home. Maybe that explains you lack of social skills. And hey, you better pay for that!” Julio gestured to the now half eaten apple.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hey, I think I'm gonna go see Ron and Hermione some time. I think life as newlyweds might be getting to them.” Harry tilted his head in mock concern.

Julio grinned, remembering the other members of Hogwarts golden trio. “I don't know which one will kill the other first.”

“Well they can kill each other another time, I'm still waiting for the juniors. Imagine little Hermiones with red hair.” Harry slide off the counter and grabbed a basket. ”I'll be right back.”

Turning to the nearest aisle, Harry began to pick and search for his required foods which included Cocoa Puffs, Spagehtti O's, and microwave pizzas. Harry lifted a box of Hamburger Helper off the shelf to read the side panel when her heard a voice beside him.

“Rita sit down! Dominic no, put those back. Come on you guys, I'll give you candy, just please sit down! Dominic I said put those back! Rrrrr!” Harry glanced over to see a women bent over a cart of four young children, no of which seemed to be minding.

“Aye Papi, sit down! Maya get those out of your mouth!” The girl stood up straight, revealing her face to Harry. She was tan with cinnamon eyes. Her hair was light brown and fell to her shoulders in a large amount of spiral curls. She wore a pair of dark denim jeans and a white tank top. Her white tennis shoes seemed to be in constant motion as she rocked back and forth on her heels in agitation. Harry lifted an eyebrow and strode over to her. Harry stood beside the cart. She looked at him, but before she could say anything he bent down and whispered to the children.

All at once they sat down and shut up. Each one of them smiling happily. The girl stared at Harry, her mouth open. “I'm Harry Potter. Lovely group of kids you've got here. Are they yours?” The girl shook her head, still in shock from their behavior.

“No. No, I'm babysitting them. How'd you do that?” Harry gave her a toothy grin and shrugged his shoulders. She shook her head again. “I'm Erin.” Harry shook her hand, admiring how soft her skin was.

“I don't believe I've seen you around here.” Harry raised his eyebrow at her, winning him a small smile.

“I just moved in. My friends live around here. They said I should try and find an apartment nearby and the next thing I know I'm meeting strange men in market places that have more control over these children than me.”

“I'm not strange. Alarmingly charming, but never strange.” Harry found the way her navel was visible between the hemline of her shirt and pants made it very hard to concentrate.

“Well thank you, Harry. I hope to see you around.” She smiled at him. Her smile made Harry's chest tighten and a strange warmth spread through his body. The children waved in unison as she pushed the cart away. Harry chuckled as he placed the box of Hamburger Helper he had been holding in his hand into his basket.

So what do you guys think? Should I continue on, or am I doomed to a life with no creative talent, seating people at the I.H.O.P?