Disclaimer: I know I know I DON'T own the characters in my story. I mean do
you REALLY think that I own Harry Potter? I don't!
Chapter 1
"Granger?" asked James Woodridge, chief editor of the Daily Prophet.
Hermione Granger sighed. 5 years after graduating from Hogwarts, she still hated it when people interrupted her work. "Yes chief?"
"Have I got an assignment for you!" said Woodridge excitedly.
"Um, Chief, I'm already on an assignment."
"Oh, that little story. Stuff that, aren't you excited? You are going to interview a few of England's top quidditch team!"
Hermione held in a sigh. "But-"
"No buts! Now, I've got here a list of contacts with me. You will be interviewing the Chudley Canons, Leeds Levitators and get this- the International English Quidditch Team!"
Hermione held in another sigh. "Great!" she said between her teeth. "Can't wait!" "Good. Now get cracking I want it in about 2 weeks, before the World Cup. Bye, Granger."
'Great', Hermione thought as she read down the list of contacts 'I get to write an article about a subject I barely even know. Fantastic.' ~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~
Hermione sighed, and apparated to the Chudley Cannons Headquarters.
"Hi," said a friendly looking receptionist inside the building. "Are you Hermione Granger?"
Hermione looked surprised. "Sure am!"
"Your editor rang and arranged a meeting with some of the players. Will you come this way please?" And with that, the receptionist led Hermione out a door, and onto the playing field where the Cannons were currently training. She walked over to the coach sitting on the seats at the edge of the field and told him something. Hermione watched curiously.
The coach blew a whistle and the players started to come down. One player was still up there trying to catch the snitch.
"Hi guys!" Hermione said in a bright voice. "Now if you don't mind me asking a couple of questions. . ."
It was half an hour later, and Hermione had already decided that Quidditch players were the thickest people on Earth. Then, just as she was deciding how to get out of here the quickest, the man that was trying to catch the snitch flew down.
"Hi!" said Hermione brightly, not being able to see his face. "What's your name?"
"Ron Weasley."
Hermione swallowed. "My name's Hermione. Hermione Granger."
The man slowly turned around. It was unmistakeable.
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Hermione lay back in bed, thinking about that day. Later on, Ron had shouted her dinner, and they had talked about anything and everything that had happened in their lives for the past 5 years. He had invited her to his 23rd birthday party, at the Burrow. (He didn't live there, but his apartment he shared was way to small) Hermione couldn't wait. All of the old crowd would be there: Seamus, Dean, Lavender, Parvati, Padma, Justin, and the rest. No Slytherins were invited.
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As Hermione walked up to the front door of the Burrow, she could hear music and laughter in the background, coming from the backyard.
'Damn' she thought, 'I was hoping to get there before everyone else. Oh well, here it goes.'
She rang the doorbell. Someone came to the door.
"Hermione! Oh come in!" someone squealed
"Ginny? How are you?"
"I'm great, but what about you? I haven't seen you since you graduated!"
"Yeah, I'm cool. I brought some drinks, um, where should I put them?"
"In the kitchen" said Ginny cheekily.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Oh, nothing. I better get back to the party."
"Okay, see you."
Hermione walked into the kitchen. And froze. There, standing with his back to her, putting something in the fridge, was a tall man, with messy black hair. Her high-heeled shoes clicked on the white tiles. He stood up, turned around and stared. And there they were, staring at each other over the kitchen bench. They had both changed over the years. Her childish brown frizzy hair had grown wavy and sleek, and she had developed a fashion sense that she had never had in Hogwarts. She was wearing a sparkly blue sleeveless top with a scooped neck, and low cut flared jeans with a picture of a rose on one leg and black high-heeled boots. Her hair was done up in a sparkly blue clip, and one curly strand had escaped from the front.
Harry had also changed. Hermione had seen him many times, as the seeker of the English quidditch team but he looked much better in real life..
"Guys?" Ginny had come in to the kitchen unnoticed. "Hello, anyone in there?" she said, waving a hand in front of Hermione's face.
"What? Oh, right." And as she walked out of the kitchen and through the back door, she could feel a pair of emerald green eyes still staring at her.
"What happened in there? I could practically see bolts of electricity shooting between you!"
"What? Nothing happened! I just haven't seen him for ages, that's all."
From then on the party went smoothly. When the party had finally finished both Hermione and Harry stayed to help clean up By the time the house was reasonable tidy again, it was 3 in the morning, and Ron had a brainwave.
"Why don't you two stay over a couple of days? It's too late for you to go home now, it'll be like old times to have you two staying over again."
"Mione, why don't I drive you? You look tired."
"Um, okay sure."
After they had left, Ron and Ginny talked excitedly.
"Did you see that? They are so falling for each other!" exclaimed Ginny, "I can't believe that went so well. You should have seen them in the kitchen!"
"WHAT!" "I mean they weren't like kissing or anything, but as soon as they saw each other they were like totally connected. It was amazing!"
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"So, how have you been lately, I mean, I haven't seen you in ages!" said Harry.
"I know, but I know all about you! International Quidditch captain, part time auror- how do you manage it all?" asked Hermione enviously.
"It's pretty simple when you can do the things you love for a living. But if it wasn't for you or Ron, I doubt I would have been able to manage it all."
"Me? What have I done? You haven't seen me since I graduated!"
"Before that- you helped through some tough times back there. I can't imagine what I've put you through. That was why I didn't keep in touch. I didn't want to put any of you in any sort of danger- how would I have felt, or your parents felt if you had died fighting Voldemort for me? I would have never forgiven myself." He stopped at his apartment, "Just a sec, I'll just grab some of my stuff." And left Hermione in the car with crazy mixed up thoughts.
Harry came out of his apartment. "Why don't you come in for a while? It's going to take me more time then I thought to pack my stuff."
"Sure. How cool is this? It'll be just like it used to be- staying at the Burrow and all." Said Hermione, as she stepped into the house.
"You wait here." said Harry as he raced into the kitchen. Hermione could hear funny rustles of papers and things, "Right- you can come in now! Now my apartment actually looks presentable! Please don't mind the stuff on the desk, I was just doing some writing before the party. Make yourself at home- I'll just pack some of my stuff. Help yourself to anything in the fridge!"
"Sure."
Hermione looked around, a thick book with a lock attached to it caught her eye. It was lying on his desk, half concealed under messy quidditch plans. It was not locked.
Chapter 1
"Granger?" asked James Woodridge, chief editor of the Daily Prophet.
Hermione Granger sighed. 5 years after graduating from Hogwarts, she still hated it when people interrupted her work. "Yes chief?"
"Have I got an assignment for you!" said Woodridge excitedly.
"Um, Chief, I'm already on an assignment."
"Oh, that little story. Stuff that, aren't you excited? You are going to interview a few of England's top quidditch team!"
Hermione held in a sigh. "But-"
"No buts! Now, I've got here a list of contacts with me. You will be interviewing the Chudley Canons, Leeds Levitators and get this- the International English Quidditch Team!"
Hermione held in another sigh. "Great!" she said between her teeth. "Can't wait!" "Good. Now get cracking I want it in about 2 weeks, before the World Cup. Bye, Granger."
'Great', Hermione thought as she read down the list of contacts 'I get to write an article about a subject I barely even know. Fantastic.' ~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~
Hermione sighed, and apparated to the Chudley Cannons Headquarters.
"Hi," said a friendly looking receptionist inside the building. "Are you Hermione Granger?"
Hermione looked surprised. "Sure am!"
"Your editor rang and arranged a meeting with some of the players. Will you come this way please?" And with that, the receptionist led Hermione out a door, and onto the playing field where the Cannons were currently training. She walked over to the coach sitting on the seats at the edge of the field and told him something. Hermione watched curiously.
The coach blew a whistle and the players started to come down. One player was still up there trying to catch the snitch.
"Hi guys!" Hermione said in a bright voice. "Now if you don't mind me asking a couple of questions. . ."
It was half an hour later, and Hermione had already decided that Quidditch players were the thickest people on Earth. Then, just as she was deciding how to get out of here the quickest, the man that was trying to catch the snitch flew down.
"Hi!" said Hermione brightly, not being able to see his face. "What's your name?"
"Ron Weasley."
Hermione swallowed. "My name's Hermione. Hermione Granger."
The man slowly turned around. It was unmistakeable.
~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~
Hermione lay back in bed, thinking about that day. Later on, Ron had shouted her dinner, and they had talked about anything and everything that had happened in their lives for the past 5 years. He had invited her to his 23rd birthday party, at the Burrow. (He didn't live there, but his apartment he shared was way to small) Hermione couldn't wait. All of the old crowd would be there: Seamus, Dean, Lavender, Parvati, Padma, Justin, and the rest. No Slytherins were invited.
~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~
As Hermione walked up to the front door of the Burrow, she could hear music and laughter in the background, coming from the backyard.
'Damn' she thought, 'I was hoping to get there before everyone else. Oh well, here it goes.'
She rang the doorbell. Someone came to the door.
"Hermione! Oh come in!" someone squealed
"Ginny? How are you?"
"I'm great, but what about you? I haven't seen you since you graduated!"
"Yeah, I'm cool. I brought some drinks, um, where should I put them?"
"In the kitchen" said Ginny cheekily.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Oh, nothing. I better get back to the party."
"Okay, see you."
Hermione walked into the kitchen. And froze. There, standing with his back to her, putting something in the fridge, was a tall man, with messy black hair. Her high-heeled shoes clicked on the white tiles. He stood up, turned around and stared. And there they were, staring at each other over the kitchen bench. They had both changed over the years. Her childish brown frizzy hair had grown wavy and sleek, and she had developed a fashion sense that she had never had in Hogwarts. She was wearing a sparkly blue sleeveless top with a scooped neck, and low cut flared jeans with a picture of a rose on one leg and black high-heeled boots. Her hair was done up in a sparkly blue clip, and one curly strand had escaped from the front.
Harry had also changed. Hermione had seen him many times, as the seeker of the English quidditch team but he looked much better in real life..
"Guys?" Ginny had come in to the kitchen unnoticed. "Hello, anyone in there?" she said, waving a hand in front of Hermione's face.
"What? Oh, right." And as she walked out of the kitchen and through the back door, she could feel a pair of emerald green eyes still staring at her.
"What happened in there? I could practically see bolts of electricity shooting between you!"
"What? Nothing happened! I just haven't seen him for ages, that's all."
From then on the party went smoothly. When the party had finally finished both Hermione and Harry stayed to help clean up By the time the house was reasonable tidy again, it was 3 in the morning, and Ron had a brainwave.
"Why don't you two stay over a couple of days? It's too late for you to go home now, it'll be like old times to have you two staying over again."
"Mione, why don't I drive you? You look tired."
"Um, okay sure."
After they had left, Ron and Ginny talked excitedly.
"Did you see that? They are so falling for each other!" exclaimed Ginny, "I can't believe that went so well. You should have seen them in the kitchen!"
"WHAT!" "I mean they weren't like kissing or anything, but as soon as they saw each other they were like totally connected. It was amazing!"
~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~
"So, how have you been lately, I mean, I haven't seen you in ages!" said Harry.
"I know, but I know all about you! International Quidditch captain, part time auror- how do you manage it all?" asked Hermione enviously.
"It's pretty simple when you can do the things you love for a living. But if it wasn't for you or Ron, I doubt I would have been able to manage it all."
"Me? What have I done? You haven't seen me since I graduated!"
"Before that- you helped through some tough times back there. I can't imagine what I've put you through. That was why I didn't keep in touch. I didn't want to put any of you in any sort of danger- how would I have felt, or your parents felt if you had died fighting Voldemort for me? I would have never forgiven myself." He stopped at his apartment, "Just a sec, I'll just grab some of my stuff." And left Hermione in the car with crazy mixed up thoughts.
Harry came out of his apartment. "Why don't you come in for a while? It's going to take me more time then I thought to pack my stuff."
"Sure. How cool is this? It'll be just like it used to be- staying at the Burrow and all." Said Hermione, as she stepped into the house.
"You wait here." said Harry as he raced into the kitchen. Hermione could hear funny rustles of papers and things, "Right- you can come in now! Now my apartment actually looks presentable! Please don't mind the stuff on the desk, I was just doing some writing before the party. Make yourself at home- I'll just pack some of my stuff. Help yourself to anything in the fridge!"
"Sure."
Hermione looked around, a thick book with a lock attached to it caught her eye. It was lying on his desk, half concealed under messy quidditch plans. It was not locked.
