Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Harry Potter world.

A.N.: Just to let you know, everything from their time at Hogwarts is different from the way it was in the books. Okay? Enjoy!!

I wanna have the same last dream again,
the one where I wake up and I'm alive.
Just as the four walls close me within,
my eyes are opened up with pure sunlight.
I'm the first to know,
my dearest friends,
even if your hope has burned with time,
anything that's dead shall be re-grown,
and your vicious pain, your warning sign,
you will be fine.

-Angels and Airwaves

Chapter One: You Just Did.

Running seemed to be the only thing that could keep his mind in the clear. The sweat poured off of his face as his feet made quick and light contact with the ground. It was just too much to even think about what had happened only fourteen hours before. He had returned to the flat that he and his fiancée, Veronica, shared after a long and hard quidditch practice just to find her lips plastered onto another mans. They were both in a compromising position on the living room couch.

Harry had left the room as soon as he entered it and went straight to his favorite bar in London, Albannach. The low lighting in the room was as relaxing as the whiskey that had occupied his hand and temporarily his heart for the next few hours. That was until his best mate entered the bar for a drink after work to find his friend absolutely plastered. About twelve hours later Jake had gotten Harry to sober up and take a shower to get rid of the stench from the bar smoke and alcohol. Not too much later Harry found himself putting on his reliable running shoes and left the house to go for a long and steem blowing run. That was one of the only constructive ways that Harry could relieve his notorious temper.

Being blind with his thoughts, he didn't notice the runner coming around the corner of the apartment complex and ran right into her. Both runners fell to the tough ground rather heavily and groaned at their now aching bums.

"S..Sorry. I wasn't paying attention where I was going." Said Harry as he quickly got back up to his feet only to reach down to give the rather attractive woman a hand up.

"It's alright. I must say that I wasn't paying attention either." Smiled the young woman.

"You know, you look rather familiar. Do I know you?" Said Harry as he studied the woman's features intently. So intently that it made her blush under his gaze.



"Don't know. My name is Hermonie. Hermonie Granger." Said Hermonie as she held out her hand to shake with Harry's.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Harry Potter. Wait a minute… You went to Hogwarts. You were the top of my class. I remember you." Said Harry as he remembered back to his time at Hogwarts. "You were a rather smart witch. Top marks in everything."

"Ah yes, Hogwarts' bookworm. Always into her reading and studies. Yup, that was me." Grimaced Hermonie as she reflected onto her time at Hogwarts. The name calling and tormenting because of her 'blood' and the way she looked with her bushy hair and buck teeth. But at about the time when she was in her fifth year, she had began to fill out in all the right places, she had straight and smaller teeth, and her once bushy hair tamed out into long and bouncy curls that had a rather delightful caramel shine. She was to say in the least, a stunning young lady. By the time Hermione entered her seventh year at Hogwarts, many members of the male population were chasing her to capture her heart and her attention.

Now, five years later, Hermonie was five feet and ten inches tall with a lean and muscular figure that was appropriately defined. She wore a form fitting pink tank top with a pair of white shorts and white Nike shocks running shoes. She looked good and she knew it.

Harry, on the other hand was a tall and muscular six foot three inches man with a developed body complete with an eight pack rock solid set of abs. His hair was still raven black and if possible even more unruly, but it worked magic for his appearance. He definitely was a looker, definitely a ladies man. The type of man that could just waltz right into a club and come out with a girl on each arm.

"Hey. Sorry. But I got to go. I need to get back home, I'm gonna have some company over today, but if you're willing, we can hang out sometime. See you around." Said Hermonie as she parted from Harry and went back to her running.

"Hermonie! How am I to reach you?" Shouted Harry to Hermonies retreating form.

"Call me! My number is in your pocket!!" Shouted Hermonie without turning around as she continued running.

Sure enough, when Harry reached into his back pocket, there was a piece of paper folded up that had her number on it. "I love magic." Whispered a grinning Harry. He too went back to his run, only in the opposite direction that of Hermonie Granger's.

HPHPHP

"Dude. She's not the same looking Hermonie from school. She's actually pretty hot." Argued Harry into the phone as he and his best mate Ron Weasley talked about their days back in Hogwarts, especially of one Hermonie Jane Granger.

"Harry, look, are you sure you didn't get her confused with some other chick?" Asked an exasperated Ron.

"Of course I'm sure. Am I ever wrong? No wait...Don't answer that question." Said Harry as he rummaged through his cupboard for something to eat. He ended up just settling for some left over spaghetti.

"Well, did you at least call her yet?" Asked Ron impatiently.

"No! I don't want to come onto her like I am a desperate man or something! Merlins beard Ron." Retorted Harry as he produced a heating charm to warm up his spaghetti meal.

"I'm sure she won't think of you as desperate if you called her tonight. Besides, she gave you her number. Right?" Reasoned Ron thoughtfully.

"Yes, but...I think I would rather... enjoy running into her again... then invite her to share a tea or coffee with me..." Thought Harry in between bites of his leftover dinner.

"Just call her already, Harry! What's the harm that could be done?" Encouraged Ron, because he knew that Harry hadn't had a proper date in about four years. All he had was shagging buddies. Well, that was until Harry had met Veronica. He insisted that she was the one when he first laid eyes on her. More like when she laid eyes on him. It was time for the man to really settle down, like himself. Ron was happily married to Luna Lovegood. They have now been together for two years and were expecting their first child in seven months time. "Besides, it would be a good chance to get back out there in the dating world. Who knows, maybe you getting a steady girlfriend for once might turn out to be a good thing for you."

"You know Ron, you're right. It's about time for me to get myself a girl. I mean why didn't I see this before?-Honestly Ron...Are you serious? I haven't been on a real date in like four years. Not since I met Veronica. And to tell you the truth, I'm in no rush after what Veronica did to me. I'm surprised you're egging me to go on a date since I found Veronica this morning!"

"Harry, Veronica was a royal bitch. She was so controlling of you and you didn't even realize it! Forget that slut and go out on a date. A proper one. Tonight! Who knows, there are many women out there Harry, you'll find you're soul mate. I just know it!" Gushed Ron as he thought of Luna.

All of a sudden there was a low beeping noise emitting from Harry's phone.

"Hey Ron? I gotta go. Someone's calling in on the other line. Talk to you tomorrow at quidditch practice." Said Harry as he went to change lines to find out who was calling.

"Yeah, whatever mate. See you tomorrow. By the way, if it's Veronica-bitch tell her-" Harry didn't hear what else Ron had to say because he switched lines just before he could let Ron finish talking.

"Hello?" Called out Harry into the receiver.

"Harry? It's Veronica-" Began a sobbing Veronica on the other line.

"It's over Veronica." Said Harry calmly.

"I was drunk-" Cried Veronica into the phone.

"I don't care. This has been going on for far too long." Said Harry.

"Who told you I had another boyfriend?!" Said Veronica enraged. Funny how she switched emotions so quickly, thought Harry.

"You just did. Goodbye Veronica."

"Har-" But Harry had already hung up the phone. He didn't want to hear what Veronica had to say. There were already so many rumors he had heard about her, but he just chose to ignore them. How she slept with other men behind Harry's back. How she was only with Harry for the fame and fortune. Now, Harry realized that maybe he should have listened to what others were telling him. Honestly, how could he of let himself to be so blind?!