AN: I will introduce Liana here and I apologise to any American readers, Liana is based on an assumption of what Jessica Simpson is like or perhaps Paris Hilton. A very bold and brassy American blonde, please don't take offence any one. I do not own anyone other than Liana. Please read and review. Thank you for the reviews!
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Hermione having successfully obtaining the remote from Sarah lay out over the settee and flicked the channels quickly, searching for something half decent to watch. She thought carefully, was she in the mood for a romantic weepy no definitely not or perhaps a good murder mystery- Morse perhaps?
'Hermione, what've we said about abusing your powers,' Mrs Granger said harshly upon entering the lounge carrying a large pile of folded up clothes to sort out.
'I'm not in the mood for her,' Hermione snapped 'what Ron and I spoke about is no one elses business,'
Mrs Granger sighed heavily and started separating the clothes into their relevant owners piles on the chair but all the time she watched her daughter flick through the tv channels.
'Can't you leave it on one channel,' Mrs Granger said impatiently 'I'm sorry about your grandmother today, she just jumps to conclusions and what did you and Ron discuss. I know that's who you have been crying about, not Victor as you would have your wizardring world believe.'
'Its still the same,' Hermione said curtly 'he doesn't know what is in front of him'
'Don't be like that my dear, you haven't exactly been around for Ron to notice you recently have you. Be fair with him. Love takes time to grow between two people. If you and Ron are destined for each other then-'
'Mum, don't talk about destiny,' Hermione interjected quickly, the last thing she felt she needed to hear was anything more about some dumb destinies and prophecies. She finally fixed on a channel, exactly what she wanted a good mystery, not Morse but Poiroit would suffice for the afternoon.
In the warm sunshine Liana Bathurst sipped her vodka punch and felt that her life couldn't get much better, although south west London was hardly a patch on the long golden beaches of Miami or the west coast it suited her for now. Harry Potter had initiated talks between the American ministers and himself via Liana but the British tabloids rather infamous for jumping to conclusions had printed a run of the mil love story about her and the Minister for Magic, Harry Potter.
'Liana, where were you today,' and annoyingly shrill voice shrieked, Liana winced and nearly dropped her drink as she was now accompanied on the veranda by a Miss Lavender Brown, her personal assistance while she was here in the UK.
'Well I was here, why,' Liana said boldly
'You were meant to be at a meeting today with the culture secretary-'
'Chill, Brownie,' Liana scoffed 'I met with him this afternoon, if you'd actually been at the Wiltshire estate then you would've realised that in fact the culture secretary spent the afternoon here with me instead,' Liana added smirking. Lavender was bright red, she hated this annoying overly confident American and how she could call her so eloquently insulting 'Brownie'.
'Don't call me that,' Lavender said angrily 'and I was at the Wiltshire estate, and no one turned up,' Lavender said angrily
'I know,' Liana said 'they were here, all afternoon,'
'You slept with him didn't you,' Lavender said angrily
'My dear Brownie, you really don't understand do you. You British are all-
'Old boring toffs, I know,' Lavender interjected angrily 'but you are not to sleep with Harry Potter,'
'Please honey, do you think I'd let my talents be wasted on the Minister of Magic, if anyone is going to initiate 'talks' then it will be the Minister trust me,' Liana said removing her sunglasses. 'We've met before,'
Lavender looked suspiscouly at her boss but thought nothing of it and swept it under the carpet. She consulted the clipboard and looked at the long list of appointments that she had lined up for Liana, international witch singing sensation.
'Well, you are meeting the Minister this afternoon then?' Lavender asked
'I would not miss a chance to talk to Harry Potter for anything,' Liana said smirking still and Lavender knew there was more to this infuriating singing sensation than met the eye.
Hermione returned to her room after being berated by her mum for using magic on her sister after Sarah had disturbed her peaceful Poiroit viewing. Hermione had once never been the type of witch to use her powers irresponsibly but Sarah was seriously asking for it had been Hermione's argument.
'Look sis, red hair suits you much better than the dirty brown,' Hermione suggested as Sarah ran out screaming that she was ginger and that she would get her sister back. Mrs Granger had deeply disapproved and instructed Hermione to undo her little neat piece of handiwork.
Hermione took out her quill and parchment and began writing out her thought, deciding that if she didn't do some writing soon her thoughts would consume her eventually and that was never a good thing.
"""""""I'm not the best at getting my thoughts down on paper but if I don't they will just get bigger and bigger. My problems seem to just get worse. I have a sister who plainly has no idea what it means to be a witch and no one, not even Ron knows what Harry and I went through at the end of the seventh year. I don't know if I will ever be able to look Harry in the eye again to be honest. And as for meeting Ron today well, I don't know if I'm wasting my efforts on someone who clearly isn't interested in me. """""""""
Placing her quill down Hermione thought it would b best to write to Ron and explain everything but first things first she thought she would run a long hot bath. She needed to clear her head and relax some more, she would then examine her new purchases of a days shopping and slip into something nice and comfy.
AN: Please tell me what you think, this is no longer a one shot. It is turning into not a novel length, no way near! But it will continue for a few more chapters. But will Ron wake up and smell the roses or will he be oblivious to Hermione forver.
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