Here is another one of my Harmony stories . I love this one and reviews will help me write more *hint,hint*. Anyway, HERE IT ISS!
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER! NO MATTER HOW MUCH I BEEGG!
Chapter 1
-Harry-
I chugged another shot. I dropped the cup on the counter and gave the pretty waitress a toothy grin. She smiled a sarcastic smile back at me and poured me some more drink. I glanced at the other bar members. An old man sat hunched over a bottle of beer. He took the last sip of his drink before leaving a tip on the counter and walking away. A middle aged woman sat next tome. She was stirring her drink around, seeming to chase after the ice cubes with her straw. I looked over to my right where a blonde woman, about my age, was watching me. When I looked her way, she sat up straighter with a look of longing on her face.
"Desperate," I muttered and began searching the floor.
A few guys were playing pool in the corner. I smirked as the tallest guy punched the other one in the mouth. A chant of 'Fight, Fight, Fight!' began amongst the onlookers. I sighed. Muggles were just as insane as always. And a little bit pathetic as well. I put my muggle money on the counter and walked out of the bar. The moonless, pitch black night swirled around me. London had always looked its best at night. From the lamp posts, to the tall buildings. Muggles filled the streets as they began to come home.
~Hermione~
I slipped the ring off my finger, and left it on my pillow along with the letter addressed to Ron. My suitcases loomed silently in the corner, judging me. I felt tears surround the corners of my eyes. I swallowed hard and apparated- along with my bags- to the Leaky Cauldron. I let out a soft sob as Tom waddled toward me. He looked sadly up at me.
"Room 10. End of the hall," He said as he dragged my luggage up the stairs. I followed him silently.
Room 10. We reached it. Tom dropped my suitcases at the door, handed me the key, and walked off without another word. I grabbed my suitcases and walked inside.
I manage to get inside, shut the door, throw my luggage aside, rip off my clothes, change into my PJs, brush my teeth, and lay down on the bed before I began to cry.
-Harry-
The Leaky Cauldron;s sign loomed before me as I opened the black door. It smelled of old people. I smiled brightly at the bartender, Tom. He jumped up, his eyes widening.
"M-M-M-Mr-r-r-r. H-H-H-Ha-," He breathed in deeply, putting on a controlled face, "Mr. Harry Potter..."
((AN: I fixed this chapter. I have to agree with, HJaneGranger, Her review hopefully made this story better. Thank you! I hope you like it!