Disclaimer: The character in this fanfiction do not belong to me, they belong to J.K.R Even though I wish they were mine. Although if I was JKR Dramione would have have been in the series. OK I'll shut up, here is the next chapter. Enjoy, K
"Bloody hell! Is that Hermione?" asked a shell-shocked Harry .
"Harry of course that's not Hermione, she would never wear something like that. When we were together Hermione dressed like my mother. That woman looks bloody fantastic and I would love to shag the living day lights out of her. In fact, I plan to sweep her of her feet." He said as he stared hungrily at the woman. "By the way Harry, you owe me 30 galleons, she's not here."
Harry sighed and handed Ron the bag of coins. Ron gave Harry a smug look as he put the coins in the pocket in his robes. Just then the mystery woman had arrived in front of the two men.
"Good evening gentlemen" she said as she greeted them with a curtsey. Her hair fell on her face as she lowered herself, preventing them from seeing her face.
"Hello, good evening" they responded each bowing to her. Ron went to kiss her hand and enjoyed it a little too much and spent a little too long giving her round one of the Ron Weasley charm.
It didn't work because after he had finished she discreetly wiped her hands on her dress which caused Harry to chuckle.
The woman pulled out a necklace that had a ring dangling from it out of her silver clutch and turned to the men. "Could one of you help me put this on?" she asked.
Of course Ron was the one to offer and took the neck from her. She faced her back to him and swept her hair to the side. At this action Harry gasped, from his angle he had a clear view of the woman's face and it was the face of his missing best friend. "Hermione?" he mouthed. She nodded. "I've missed you" they mouthed in unison the only way best friends could. Ron was taking his sweet time putting on the necklace, Merlin! She could feel him massaging her neck now. The man was such a player!
Hermione brought finger to her lips in a shushing motion and nodded her head in Ron's direction. Harry understood what she was indicating and smirked. When Ron had finally finished playing masseuse he placed his had around her so that it rested on her shoulder. "I don't believe we've met before"
Hermione really wanted to snatch away and hex the hand that was now slowly moving its way lower down her back but she had to wait a little longer for her grand reveal.
Through the whole exchange the reporters were having a field day. They already had recognized Hermione and they were clearly enjoying the facts that the Golden Trio was finally together again and that Ron was starting to feel up his ex-fiancée.
"Really, you don't recognize me." His hand was in the middle of her back.
"Should I, are you a dancing Veelas that for the Chudley Channons?" he asked
"No, I'm not that into Quidditch." She replied and his hand moved lower.
" A model for Witch Weekly?
"No, I'm not a model." His hand was at the small of her back.
" Actually, you look familiar, are you an ex then?
Boy the man had guts to admit he didn't remember some of his ex's.
"You could say that."
"Really, well maybe we should give it another go then, let's start over. Hi, my name is Ron; your name must be as lovely as you look and I would love to get to know you better so we can rekindle the flame. What's your name gorgeous?" His hand had just passed the small of her back. Bingo!
She brushed the hair off her face, smiled, and extended her hand. "Hello, my name is Hermione and I do believe we've met before."
Every ounce of blood drained from Ron's face.
"Ron," poke "Ron," poke "mate are you alright?" Harry tried but was unsuccessful in poking Ron from his shock. "Should I try a Rennervate?"
"It's worth a shot," said Hermione "but it may not work because he wasn't stunned."
Harry performed the spell and believe it or not, it worked.
"Hermione, what in Merlin's name happened to you? First you abandon me a week before or wedding, then you disappear for eight years and then you show up here, dressed like a trollop just to try and win me back. Ha, it looks like I discovered you plan and a bit of advice, you need to try a lot harder if you want to win be back." He finished smugly.
Another thing was that fame and fortune made Ron a lot more stupid and his stupidity chose the wrong moment to appear.
"Ronald Billius Weasley, how dare you call me a trollop! Don't play all innocent with me when your hand was snaking its way down to my arse. And I heard what you said to Harry, so give him back his money. He needs it more than you do with a baby on the way." She paused and walked over to hug Harry "Congratulations you're going to be a daddy again, and thank you for betting for me." Then her mood shifted as she went back to Ron. She reached into his robes, found the pocket, pulled out the sack of coins and threw it to Harry, who caught it with ease. Being an Auror had its perks. Hermione did not even witness the great catch because Ron had her blood boiling.
" Ron, have you gone mad? Do you not remember me leaving so I didn't have to marry you? Why on earth would I want to get back together with you? You called be a harlot! Also, why the hell would I dress up for you, you're not worth it anymore!" She all but shouted at him.
She turned in a huff and strode of in the direction of the great hall. Just before she reached the doors she turned to face him one last time, "And if your hand ever comes in contact with my arse again, you better pray because he'll hex you into oblivion and I'll do nothing to stop him!" And with that she entered the great hall.
"She sure told you mate, "said a grinning Harry "But boy, I've missed her. I bet the paparazzi just had a field day, I can see the headlines now, Granger grinds Weasley for grabbing her goods." Harry then paused in thought "She said he'll, do you think she's with someone or maybe married?"
"Harry are you blind, can't you see she still wants me. Letting me massage her like that and she let me touch her arse willing! Then she was feeling me up when she reached into my robes! She wants me, mate, can't you tell?"
Ron clearly was delusional. This is going to be a long night. Thought Harry "Do you think the bar is open this yet, I need a shot of firewhiskey," said Harry.
Then the remaining two thirds of the Golden Trio followed after their friend, to start one of the most memorable nights of their lives.
Okay so it was a short chapter but I was really excited and stayed up till 2:30 am and I wanted to get something out to you guys. Thank you for all the kind reviews, they are very encouraging. I'll try and update again today. :) Au revoir,K