Hermione groaned loudly as she approached the kitchen table. Once again she had ended up in the boys apartment. Only this time her head hurt like hell and the contents of her stomach were THIS close to making a show of themselves. She groaned again as the view of the table became a bit wobbly and out of focus. She paused, bent over, and put her hands on her head to steady herself. When the dizziness subsided, she continued on her trek to the kitchen. When she finally reached it, all she could do was sit with her head resting on the cold wood top of the table, her eyes closed, and her fingers massaging her temples.

She sensed the movement across the apartment before she heard it. She tried to open her eyes, but her head hurt too much. She raised her head a centimeter off of the table and muttered, "Who's there?"

She heard a chuckle and a few more footsteps. Her head turned over as the person sat down in the seat next to her. She peeked out of the corner of her eye and just barely made out the form of a very blurry Harry.

"A bit too much fun eh Mione?"

Hermione took in a shaky breath before answering quite bluntly, "Go to hell Potter."

Harry just laughed in response. "Need some coffee?"

Hermione nodded in response, wincing when Harry scooted his chair across the floor in quite a grating manner making her head scream in agony. "Just do it quietly please…"

Harry smirked. Hermione was still in her ridiculous sixties get up, except her hair was a bit out of control from sleeping on the couch all night. Her face was pale, and her make up was smeared. She certainly did look like a wreck. Harry couldn't help but think that it was extremely amusing.

"You know, it's really not funny." Hermione mumbled.

Harry attempted to be quiet as he poured the coffee he had just conjured up into two mugs. "What isn't funny?"

Harry set the mug of coffee in front of her, the thud causing rivets of pain to course through her head. She lifted her head slightly thought to attempt to look him in the eye, the smell of coffee already making her stomach calm down. "It's not nice to laugh at me. It's not funny."

"How did you know I was laughing at you?"

"Because I know you Harry Potter. You were probably conjuring up the coffee and peeked over to see me a pitiful mess on the kitchen table, and you probably smirked and chuckled to yourself. I can see it right now."

Harry was taken aback. She had called it completely correct. "Well, aren't we observant? Even with a raging hang over."

Hermione shook her head carefully. "No. My head hurts way too much to have noticed that. I was just taking a guess from past experiences."

Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Don't raise your eyebrows at me Mister. I am still Hermione, no matter how much alcohol is in my system."

Harry sputtered as he choked on the coffee he had just drunk. Hermione's eyes were still closed, so how had she known he had raised his eyebrows? He rolled his eyes. It was so Hermione to know every move of his.

Hermione opened her eyes just in time to catch the eye roll. "Don't roll your eyes either Potter. I'm not in the mood."

Harry looked at her wide eyed. "Did you just guess that too?"

Hermione laughed, but then winced as it jarred her head. "No, I just opened my eyes and saw it as blatantly as Ron drooling over dinner."

Harry shook his head and chuckled. "You're crazy. Feeling any better?"

Hermione cradled the coffee in her hands and took a sip. "Not really. But that doesn't' really matter now does it? It's my fault I feel like this."

"Well, yeah I guess. But still. Nobody deserves to feel like hell. Ever. Want some hangover potion?"

Hermione closed her eyes in pain. "I KNEW I forgot something in London…"

Harry smiled. Of course she had forgotten it. She never used it. It was probably in the back of one of her cabinets covered in dust. "Well, at least now that you've experienced your first hangover in New York, you can move on to less painful things."

Hermione moaned. "That was NEVER on a list of to-do's."

"You do make a pretty funny drunk."

Hermione gasped. "What did I do? Actually…wait. Don't tell me. I'd rather not know all the horrid details."

Harry grinned as he leaned back in his chair. "You don't even want to know that you called me Har-Har and kissed me so that we could sleep together?"

Hermione's face became even paler as her heart started to beat faster, her stomach started to roll again, and her palms became sweaty. "I said…what?"

Harry smirked, having fun with this. "You were so drunk that when I suggested we go to bed, you made some wise crack that we hadn't even kissed yet, so we couldn't sleep together."

"But you didn't mean sleep together did you?"

Harry shook his head silently giggling at Hermione's distraught face. "And then you proceeded to grab my face and give me a big smacker right on the kisser."

Hermione let out a little squeak and buried her head in her hands. "Harry I am so sorry…"

"Who gave who a smacker on who's kisser?" Ron's bellowing voice came out from his bedroom.

Hermione winced from the loud noise. "Ronald would you please lower your voice? Some of us are suffering from extreme hangovers."

Ron grinned. "A little too much Hermione?"

Hermione glared at him, "Do yoiu want me to say what I said to Harry?"

"What did you say to Harry?"

"Go to hell."

"Harsh."

"Tell me about it. But not as harsh as this headache."

Ron sat down at the kitchen table. "What's for breakfast today old chaps?"

Harry grinned when he saw Hermione's face turn slightly green at the thought of food. "I don't think Hermione is up for cooking this morning."

Ron looked disappointed. "But I really wanted pancakes."

"Make them yourself."

"You know what Harry? I think that you are prejudiced against me. I mean, you really only cook with Hermione."

Harry raised his eyebrows. "Well Ron, would YOU rather cook with a beautiful young lady, or a selfish pig?"

Ron pretended to think hard. "But you don't cook with a beautiful girl Harry."

Hermione's face went from appreciative from Harry's comment to full of rage at Ron's in a matter of seconds. "RONALD…"

Ron laughed hysterically finally sputtering out, "Just kidding Herm."

"Don't call me Herm. And why don't you have a hangover? You were just as drunk as I was last night."

Ron stared at her. "Um duh Hermione it's called Hangover Potion."

Hermione glared at him. "You HAVE some of that?"

"Is that a bad thing?"

"WHY DON'T I HAVE SOME RIGHT NOW?"

"Well, you never asked."

"RON…"

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Two hours later Hermione was feeling refreshed due to the potion and due to a long steamy shower in her upstairs apartment. She dressed in casual jeans and a deep green sweater. Her hair was looking the curliest it had in awhile, but she didn't care enough to make it behave. She was utterly mortified at what she had done to Harry the night before, and intended on making it up to him.

Taking the steps two at a time down the stairs she found Harry sitting on the couch unpacking some discarded boxes that had been pushed to the corner of the apartment over the past few days. He was reading a journal of some kind and smiling to himself.

Hermione plopped down right next to him on the couch and peered over his shoulder. Harry looked a bit surprised at the sudden intrusion of his privacy, but leaned closer to her to show her what he was looking at. Hermione sighed in happiness when she realized it was Harry's journal of seventh year. She had already read it in a moment of complete trust by Harry at their Hogwarts graduation. This journal had strengthened their bond, because most of the entries were about Hermione herself.

Usually the entries were just a funny story about what had happened between her and Ron, or a funny quote Hermione had said. Sometimes it was an entry that was yelling at Hermione for bossing Harry around, but then right after that entry there would be another one that would be praising her for her constant friendship to Harry when he was under the pressure of killing Voldemort. Hermione's favorite entry was on June sixteenth, their graduation day.

June 16th

Well, today was the day that I have been waiting for my entire life. Voldemort is gone, my friends will be by my side as we graduate Hogwarts, and I have a future to look forward to.

--Hello Harry Potter. Muuahahahahahaha…I've come to suck your soul.

Why are you in my journal Hermione? You aren't even in the same room as I am…are you using that secret quill again? The one where you can connect to people's PRIVATE things?

--Don't yell at me Harry. And how did you know it was me?

I'm not yelling. And it's so obviously you because nobody else cares enough to read my journal. And nobody would ever write muahahah. Except for you. How many times have you read this journal before Mione?

--I've never read your journal.

Don't lie. You've probably snuck in to get it a million times. I know you Mione.

--Obviously not right now Potter. I've never read it.

So why are you WRITING in it?

--I have to test out this quill. See, I'm writing on just a plain piece of paper I found in my dormitory, but it goes to your journal because I said this complex little spell and –

Whatever Mione. So you're telling me that you have never read this journal? Not even once?

--Not even once.

Come here.

--Come where?

To the common roon.

--Why? Are you going to play some prank on me Harry? Because I don't want to fall victim to one of yours and Ron's schemes. Ever since Voldemort has been dead you have become quite the mischief creator.

Just get down here. I want you to read something…

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Hermione grinned as she read that passage that was on the last page of the journal. A few minutes after Harry had written that she had met him in the common room and read the entire journal cover to cover. It had been one of the most emotional times of Hermione's life. She felt like she had deserted her best friend, because she had never known the depth of Harry's worries, stress, and hatred for his life.

She sniffled a little as Harry closed the journal and turned towards her. "What's wrong Mione?"

Harry looked so concerned and considerate that she blurted out before she could think, "I feel like I deserted you."

Harry's eyes narrowed and his words were spoken harshly, "We're back on this now are we? How many times do I have to tell you that you were the only thing that kept me going that year Mione? How many times do I have to tell you that if it wasn't for you, I would be dead right now?"

Hermione buried her head in Harry's arm and cried a bit more. She remembered back on June sixteenth in their seventh year after she had read the journal she had ended up in this same position. But then Harry hadn't been so grown up. He was still her best friend. Not her best friend that she was desperately in love with.

Harry's voice softened. "You'll never believe me will you?"

Hermione shook her head into his arm and wrapped her arms around him looking up to him eyes watery. "I might believe you someday. But I will never get used to you telling me…"

Harry smiled softly as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "See what you've done Mione? I was almost done unpacking and now I'm stuck here consoling a woman that is crying."

Hermione smacked him lightly on the stomach. "I'll pretend you didn't just say that Harry in this special moment of ours."

Both of them smiled and they sat wrapped up in each other for a bit longer. Suddenly Hermione sat up straighter, looked at Harry nose to nose, and spoke, "The reason I cam down here was to ask you to lunch."

Harry looked confused. "Why?"

Hermione wrapped an arm around his neck and hugged him tightly. "For me making such a fool out of myself last night and making you take care of me."

Harry laughed and ruffled Hermione's hair. "It was my pleasure."

"Well, I feel like a complete idiot for putting you into a…a position…like…uh…the one I put you in…" Hermione stuttered blushing.

Harry's eyes sparkled with laughter. "You mean the position of our lips touching?"

Hermione glowered at him and hit him harder on the stomach.

"You know that could be considered abuse Mione." Harry smirked as he rubbed his sore midsection.

Hermione smirked right back. "Yes, but for some reason you love it. You masochist."

"Oh yes. I just LOVE getting smacked by you Hermione."

"You know you do."

Harry stood up suddenly taking Hermione with him as he cradled her in his arms. "I will admit, you smacking me just turns me ON Mione," Hermione blushed profusely even though his tone was joking, "but I must say, I know you love it when I carry you down staircases"

Hermione shrieked. "NO HARRY POTTER DON'T YOU DARE. DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED THE LAST TIME YOU TRIED TO CARRY ME DOWN THE STAIRS?"

Harry grinned as he recalled the moment that happened at the Burrow about three years ago…

"HERMIONE YOU HAVE TO PLAY."

"No. I will not play a single minute on a wooden broomstick high in the air."

"Well when you say it that way it just sounds stupid."

Hermione grinned as she crouched between the couch and the wall in the Burrow trying to escape from Harry. "That's because it IS stupid."

Harry's eyes widened, and then narrowed. "Oh no you DID NOT just say that Granger!"

He lunged toward her and she ran away just out of his grasp across the hall and up the stairs, him hot on her heels. When she reached the top of the staircase she happened to trip over a snag in the carpet and almost landed straight on her face, if it had not been for a pair of strong arms that had reacted just in time to catch her. Harry Potter grabbed Hermione seconds before she hit the floor and scooped her up into his arms and made his way towards the stairs.

"HARRY POTTER…"

"What Hermione? What are you going to do now huh? You have been caught by the fantastic Harry Potter."

"Oh I feel SO safe in your big strong arms Harry—AHHHHHH!"

At that moment Harry had missed a step and fallen tripped down the flight of stairs. Somehow he managed to still protect Hermione from hurting herself by flipping her over to land on top of him. He met the fate of hitting the hard bottom wooden landing with a large bang.

"Oof…you okay Mione?"

Hermione had landed on top of Harry and was now laying partially on top of him and partially on the ground. She was shaking with laughter at seeing Harry sprawled out on the landing. "The better question is, are YOU okay?"

Harry glared at her. "Nothing but a few bruises I'm sure."

Hermione laughed as he got up gingerly wincing as he cracked his neck back and forth. "More like your PRIDE is hurt Potter."

Harry's eyes widened. "Excuse me Miss Granger? The Potter Pride cannot be wounded."

Hermione dissolved into giggles again and took his hand to help herself up. "Whatever. You totally wiped out on those stairs…"

Harry just grumbled to himself as he pulled Hermione out into the back yard, narrowly missing the looks of admiration he was getting from Mrs. Weasley across the room.

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Harry grinned as he recalled that funny moment. Although it had been humorous, it HAD been a hit to his pride. Hermione always brought it up and this time he was going to prove her she was wrong.

Hermione clung to Harry's neck, her breath tickling his ear. This caused some momentary lightheadedness from Harry, but he shook it off and walked down the stairs out into the bright sunlight.

"I told you I could do it Mione."

Hermione snorted. "Yay for Harry Potter. He carried Hermione Granger down the stairs."

"Hey, that was a very sensitive subject for me for many years," Harry said pretending to pout.

Hermione chuckled to herself as she grasped his hand and headed down the street. "I must say though, that WAS rather romantic. I don't think I've ever been carried down a staircase before. At least without biting the dust at the end…"

Harry laughed. "I aim to please."

"Kind of sad that YOU gave me the most romantic moment of my life."

"Hey what's THAT supposed to mean Granger?"

Hermione smiled coyly. "Nothing."

"I am one crazy romantic guy Hermione."

"Oh yeah?"

"Oh yeah. Hey, I have an idea. How about we spend the day doing things we've never done before? Like, now you can check off romantic ride down stairs off the list."

Hermione grinned. "But that would entail more than just lunch Mr. Potter."

"Do you have other plans?"

"Do YOU?"

Harry laughed and pulled Hermione down the street at a faster pace. "I have nowhere I would rather be than right here with you Miss Granger."

And Harry realized as they pranced down the street hand in hand that he was one hundred percent completely serious. There was NOWHERE else he would rather be.

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Soooooooo I'm getting back to Breakfast at Tiffany's

The upcoming chapter will be a lot like the movie, as Hermione and Harry go on their adventurous day, just like Holly and Paul.

Review as you like :)