A/N: You can't complain, I'm posting fics almost every day!! Anyway, here's
the new chapter. what will happen between Hermione and Terry? Chan chan
chan, you'll have to read too know. and once you've found out, please,
PLEASE! Review.
Chapter IV: First Date
Sunday night, Hermione didn't usually go out when she had to work the next day, but desperate times required desperate measures. She looked at her reflection in the mirror; she was wearing a short black dress, plain but sexy. A dress that combined with the right sandals and make up would guarantee her a successful night.
Terry had answered her owl almost immediately, saying that there was nothing to feel sorry about and that he would love to have dinner with her as long they both paid the check. He was a really kind and polite guy, Hermione felt a pinch of guilt in her stomach
"You are not using him, he's a nice person and you go out with him because you like him" She had been trying to convince herself by repeating this, ever since she had received Terry's answer.
The bell rang; she cast a last look at the mirror and turned to answer the door. There was no more time to think. She had made the right decision and she was going to prove that to herself.
When she opened the door, most of her doubts disappeared. Terry was standing there, looking gorgeous in a tuxedo, with a bunch of tulips (Hermione's favorites flowers, how did he knew?) and smiling at her.
Wow 'Mione, you look. wow!...These are for you" he said handing her the tulips "I looked for the most beautiful ones, but they are not match to your beauty"
At these words, Hermione blush furiously and managed to articulate a timid "Thanx". They stayed there, in silence, looking at each other and awkward silence between them. She had never felt so weird when around Ron or Harry, this couldn't be a good sign.
"Stop it, will you! It's just that you don't know him. If you want this to work: Say something!!" she ordered to herself.
"Well, mmm, shall we go no? I've made reservations at the Phoenix Father, I'll just cast a vase for these and we are ready t go"
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They arrived at the restaurant five minutes later; it was packed with witches and wizards, the Phoenix Father was a very exclusive restaurant and it was very difficult to get reservations. But as a ministry representative, Hermione had some influences.
"How did you get the reservations? I suppose you are full of surprises" He said amazed.
"So are you, did you know tulips are my favorite flowers? Or was it by chance that you bought them?"
"I told you a looked for the most beautiful ones trying to match your beauty, besides I wrote a letter to the person who would know and remember everything about you, he gave all the details. man he was acquainted with every little detail about you, he really must care about you 'Mione. Ron does"
Why on earth did he have to mention his name? Everything was going perfectly until he said those three letters. And the n again, he could have taken the credits for the flowers, but he was so honest that he had told her the truth. The guilt on Hermione's stomach was heavier now.
Luckily at that very moment the waiter arrived with the menu and distracted Hermione from her depressing thoughts.
All in all, she had a good time with Terry, they talked about Hogwarts' times, Voldemort (nobody was afraid of him anymore since Harry had finally defeated him), the problems on the ministry of magic, various things. Terry was an amusing person, and Hermione found herself chatting with him as she would have done with Ron or Harry. He was also a gentleman, one of those that barely exist nowadays. He was the perfect man to fall in love with, the perfect man to help you forget.
Once they finished their dinner, they decided to walk home; the night was starry and warm. Ideal for a romantic stroll under the moonlight, holding hands they walked down the quiet London streets and alleys.
"I had a great time, thank you" Said Hermione
"So did I. The restaurant was excellent, and the company even better" He always found the words to flatter her. "Next time, I want t show off with my contacts, I'll take you to a pub a fried f mine owns"
"Will there be a next time?" She said jokingly, but secretly relieved to hear that. Her plan seamed to be working, both f them wanted a second date, which was god, right?
"Well of course, if there's a first, there has t be a second one; you have to give me the chance to impress you"
"That won't be necessary" She said softly, facing him, looking into his deep chestnut eyes.
He leaned forward and kissed her, softly and tenderly. Hermione had never had a kissed like that, it was wonderful. the perfect kiss, in the perfect place, with the perfect guy. but not for her. She enjoyed the kiss, and did not bake it dramatically saying something like: "this is not what I want" but when the kiss ended her smile wasn't as honest as his.
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Hermione closed her apartment's door, after sharing another incredible kiss. She had never met a man like him, she had invited Terry for a cup of coffee, but he had merely smiled and said "Its not appropriate in a first date, even if you know the lady for twenty years" and with a wink he was gone.
The first thing Hermione saw was Harry's owl Hedwig snoozing on her owl's perch, she had a letter tied on her leg; it was from Harry, with the details for the party.
"Hedwig, I'm sorry. I can't write the answer yet, but go if you want; I'll send it with Penny."
Hedwig took off immediately, while Hermione sat on her desk and wrote
Dearest Terry,
Thanx again for the wonderful night!
I know you said you'll decide where to go next time, but it will have
to be before next Saturday. There's a "reunion party" Harry is
organizing, it will be at 7:30 PM at The Burrow. Will you be my date?
Love,
Hermione.
Hermione was going too change into her night gown when Terry's face appeared at her fireplace.
"Hi 'Mione. I didn't feel like writing" He said cheerfully "and I wanted to see you again. I'll accept your invitation if you accept mine, what about going to this pub I've mentioned next Wednesday?"
"Let me check my agenda, let me see if I don't have other appointment. you are lucky, I don't. Usually I don't make arrangements for the same week, but being who you are I'll make an exception" She said, in a fake executive voice.
"Miss, you have a deal. I'll be at your place at 9 PM on Wednesday, bye!" He gave her one of his wonderful smile and disappeared.
She went to bed feeling happy again; Terry was just what she needed. She felt she was falling in love with him. With this last thought she fell asleep.
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Hermione was walking through what seamed to be Hogwarts' library, perusing a red something; she tried to change directions, but all the other roads didn't seemed to be good enough for her. And that red something was moving further from her, she tried harder but couldn't run fast enough to catch it.
Hermione woke up, she didn't remembered what she had been dreaming about but there was an unease sensation inside her. However she suspected it had something to do with her love life. She would have to try harder, she wasn't going to fail. she was going to let go of Ron, no matter what!
A/N: Isn't Terry the cutest? Perhaps a bit twee, but cute. Anyway, give me a piece of your mind and tell what you think about this chapter!!. And while you wait for the next one (that will probably take a bit linger because I have to study) read my other fics. THANNNX
Chapter IV: First Date
Sunday night, Hermione didn't usually go out when she had to work the next day, but desperate times required desperate measures. She looked at her reflection in the mirror; she was wearing a short black dress, plain but sexy. A dress that combined with the right sandals and make up would guarantee her a successful night.
Terry had answered her owl almost immediately, saying that there was nothing to feel sorry about and that he would love to have dinner with her as long they both paid the check. He was a really kind and polite guy, Hermione felt a pinch of guilt in her stomach
"You are not using him, he's a nice person and you go out with him because you like him" She had been trying to convince herself by repeating this, ever since she had received Terry's answer.
The bell rang; she cast a last look at the mirror and turned to answer the door. There was no more time to think. She had made the right decision and she was going to prove that to herself.
When she opened the door, most of her doubts disappeared. Terry was standing there, looking gorgeous in a tuxedo, with a bunch of tulips (Hermione's favorites flowers, how did he knew?) and smiling at her.
Wow 'Mione, you look. wow!...These are for you" he said handing her the tulips "I looked for the most beautiful ones, but they are not match to your beauty"
At these words, Hermione blush furiously and managed to articulate a timid "Thanx". They stayed there, in silence, looking at each other and awkward silence between them. She had never felt so weird when around Ron or Harry, this couldn't be a good sign.
"Stop it, will you! It's just that you don't know him. If you want this to work: Say something!!" she ordered to herself.
"Well, mmm, shall we go no? I've made reservations at the Phoenix Father, I'll just cast a vase for these and we are ready t go"
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They arrived at the restaurant five minutes later; it was packed with witches and wizards, the Phoenix Father was a very exclusive restaurant and it was very difficult to get reservations. But as a ministry representative, Hermione had some influences.
"How did you get the reservations? I suppose you are full of surprises" He said amazed.
"So are you, did you know tulips are my favorite flowers? Or was it by chance that you bought them?"
"I told you a looked for the most beautiful ones trying to match your beauty, besides I wrote a letter to the person who would know and remember everything about you, he gave all the details. man he was acquainted with every little detail about you, he really must care about you 'Mione. Ron does"
Why on earth did he have to mention his name? Everything was going perfectly until he said those three letters. And the n again, he could have taken the credits for the flowers, but he was so honest that he had told her the truth. The guilt on Hermione's stomach was heavier now.
Luckily at that very moment the waiter arrived with the menu and distracted Hermione from her depressing thoughts.
All in all, she had a good time with Terry, they talked about Hogwarts' times, Voldemort (nobody was afraid of him anymore since Harry had finally defeated him), the problems on the ministry of magic, various things. Terry was an amusing person, and Hermione found herself chatting with him as she would have done with Ron or Harry. He was also a gentleman, one of those that barely exist nowadays. He was the perfect man to fall in love with, the perfect man to help you forget.
Once they finished their dinner, they decided to walk home; the night was starry and warm. Ideal for a romantic stroll under the moonlight, holding hands they walked down the quiet London streets and alleys.
"I had a great time, thank you" Said Hermione
"So did I. The restaurant was excellent, and the company even better" He always found the words to flatter her. "Next time, I want t show off with my contacts, I'll take you to a pub a fried f mine owns"
"Will there be a next time?" She said jokingly, but secretly relieved to hear that. Her plan seamed to be working, both f them wanted a second date, which was god, right?
"Well of course, if there's a first, there has t be a second one; you have to give me the chance to impress you"
"That won't be necessary" She said softly, facing him, looking into his deep chestnut eyes.
He leaned forward and kissed her, softly and tenderly. Hermione had never had a kissed like that, it was wonderful. the perfect kiss, in the perfect place, with the perfect guy. but not for her. She enjoyed the kiss, and did not bake it dramatically saying something like: "this is not what I want" but when the kiss ended her smile wasn't as honest as his.
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Hermione closed her apartment's door, after sharing another incredible kiss. She had never met a man like him, she had invited Terry for a cup of coffee, but he had merely smiled and said "Its not appropriate in a first date, even if you know the lady for twenty years" and with a wink he was gone.
The first thing Hermione saw was Harry's owl Hedwig snoozing on her owl's perch, she had a letter tied on her leg; it was from Harry, with the details for the party.
"Hedwig, I'm sorry. I can't write the answer yet, but go if you want; I'll send it with Penny."
Hedwig took off immediately, while Hermione sat on her desk and wrote
Dearest Terry,
Thanx again for the wonderful night!
I know you said you'll decide where to go next time, but it will have
to be before next Saturday. There's a "reunion party" Harry is
organizing, it will be at 7:30 PM at The Burrow. Will you be my date?
Love,
Hermione.
Hermione was going too change into her night gown when Terry's face appeared at her fireplace.
"Hi 'Mione. I didn't feel like writing" He said cheerfully "and I wanted to see you again. I'll accept your invitation if you accept mine, what about going to this pub I've mentioned next Wednesday?"
"Let me check my agenda, let me see if I don't have other appointment. you are lucky, I don't. Usually I don't make arrangements for the same week, but being who you are I'll make an exception" She said, in a fake executive voice.
"Miss, you have a deal. I'll be at your place at 9 PM on Wednesday, bye!" He gave her one of his wonderful smile and disappeared.
She went to bed feeling happy again; Terry was just what she needed. She felt she was falling in love with him. With this last thought she fell asleep.
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Hermione was walking through what seamed to be Hogwarts' library, perusing a red something; she tried to change directions, but all the other roads didn't seemed to be good enough for her. And that red something was moving further from her, she tried harder but couldn't run fast enough to catch it.
Hermione woke up, she didn't remembered what she had been dreaming about but there was an unease sensation inside her. However she suspected it had something to do with her love life. She would have to try harder, she wasn't going to fail. she was going to let go of Ron, no matter what!
A/N: Isn't Terry the cutest? Perhaps a bit twee, but cute. Anyway, give me a piece of your mind and tell what you think about this chapter!!. And while you wait for the next one (that will probably take a bit linger because I have to study) read my other fics. THANNNX