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And here come's HHr interaction ... hope you like it :D
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"It's okay sweetie." Hermione cooed at her six year old patient. "It will burn. But I promise to kiss it away."
"You mean my hand will be on fire?" The boy asked anxiously, his face dawning with fear.
Hermione gave out a laugh and gave a kiss on his cheek. This was the privilege of having a private cabin for herself and the parent of her patient not being here. She liked to be less professional as possible and more of a mother looking out for her child. "No, your hand won't be on fire sweetheart." She said. "It will sting a bit when I apply the paste. Seeing its a fresh burn."
"Just a little bit?" The boy squeaked?
"Just a little bit." Hermione confirmed when Harry walked into the cabin.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" He said when the boy turned around on his chair to see the wizard. "I'll come back later."
"It's alright Harry." Hermione gave him a smile. "I'm sure Ryan has to discuss some Quidditch with you." She said pointing the boy's burn to Harry who understood that she wanted his help. So at an instant, he pulled Ryan into his lap while Hermione made sure that the boy was completely distracted.
"What happened to you this time?" Harry asked the boy. Ryan happened to be Harry's favorite patient, more than Hermione's.
"I burned my hand." The boy mumbled. "Mummy was making me spaghetti when I was pulling her to show her my drawing. By mistakely I pulled the cooking bowl with her and hot spaghetti fell on my hand."
"It's alright champ." Harry said, ruffling Ryan's shaggy black hair. Sometimes he looked like Harry's son. "Let's talk about Quidditch." He caught Hermione's eye and gave her a small nod to continue the treatment. "You know Viktor Krum is in town." Harry knew that Hermione was closely looking at him. "He's here for a Ministry meeting."
"Really?" Ryan's blue eyes widened in excitement.
"Yeah." Harry smiled at him. "Do you want to meet him?"
"Of course!" Ryan nearly jumped, when Hermione announced-
"All done." She smiled at the boy who looked at her, and then at his perfectly healed hand.
"Whoa Hermione!" Ryan exclaimed. "You're so cool! It didn't even sting."
Hermione looked at Harry and then gave Ryan a smile. "I've done that a lot of times to Harry." She looked at her friend. "Haven't I?"
The Auror chuckled and nodded. "You've saved my butt and my life loads of times." He agreed as the two kept looking at each other.
Hermione couldn't help but blush at his gaze. She then handed Ryan a piece of parchment and said "This is a list of potions you need to have for today. Give it to your mum, will you?"
Ryan nodded, jumping off Harry's lap and barely walked two steps to Hermione. "Thank you." He said, giving a kiss on her cheek and then his chubby cheeks turned pink.
"You're welcome Ryan." Hermione said, ruffling his small mop of hair. "Your mum is waiting outside in the lobby. You better go to her. And if she isn't there, don't forget to come back here. I'm sure Harry and I will enjoy your company." She then exchanged a smile with Harry.
"His mother is waiting outside." Harry said. "I talked to her and she said that 'my boy is being really cheeky nowadays .'"
The two adults chuckled when Ryan turned into a darker shade of red. "Anyway, off you go." Hermione said patting Ryan's cheek, when the boy waved goodbye and left. Once the cabin door closed with a click, Hermione turned to Harry.
"I feel like strangling you for shooing off that boy." She gave a small pout. "I love him."
Harry laughed and pinched her cheek. "More than you love me?" He playfully asked.
"I love kids more than you." Hermione said with a chuckle as her friend playfully pouted, and showed his dimples.
"Ouch 'Mione, that hurt." Harry mocked a sad face as she kept laughing.
"Did I ever mention that you are more like a kid than a handsome Auror?" She asked.
"I could say the same." Harry said with a shrug when she cocked an eyebrow. "Anyway, I'm taking you out for lunch."
"Aren't you supposed to take Katrina for a date?" She asked. "And aren't I supposed to wait for Draco to take me out?"
"Kat is dieting." Harry said pointedly. "She wants to reduce the five hundred grams she gained last week." He gave a small chuckle and Hermione shook her head. "And as for Draco, I loaded him with work so that I could spend some time with you."
"I should kill you for loading my poor boyfriend with work!" Hermione scowled.
"Perks of being the Head Auror." Harry smirked as Hermione's frown deepened. "Come on now! Get changed from those clothes which make you look like a patient more than a Healer!"
"What's wrong in them?" Hermione asked, looking at her pale blue robes.
"As I already said, you look more like a patient." Harry said seriously. "Wear something bright because we are going to muggle London."
Harry and Hermione walked arm in arm, enjoying the pleasant November breeze and the atmosphere of the Hyde Park. It had been ages since they last had a proper visit to the muggle word together. Hermione's head fell on Harry shoulder when he dropped his arm to catch her hand. She at an instant entwined her fingers with his and gave it a squeeze.
"Harry, I'm confused." Hermione said when her friend strangely looked at her.
"What's got your mind in that state?" He asked.
"I have a date with Draco tomorrow-" she started, knowing that he didn't exactly appreciate the words coming out of her mouth.
"Okay, and?" Harry tried to sound as normal as he could. Why didn't he like the fact that she was dating an ex Slytherin?
"I don't have a proper dress for tomorrow." Hermione said nonchalantly.
"Okay, then." Harry stopped and looked at her. "Forget the ice-cream. Let me take you for shopping. And after that, let's hang out at your place-"
"Wait a minute!" Hermione hushed him. "We have another five hours of work-"
"I got us half day." Harry smiled at her. "Kingsley gave me an off anyway and your nurse was telling that you have been working a lot lately."
'To stay away from you of course.' Hermione thought. 'I didn't want to distract myself while working.'
"So I used my power as 'The Harry Potter'." Harry finished with a smirk when she playfully hit his arm.
"You're abusing your power you know." She said seriously.
"I don't care. I'm doing it for you." Harry said with all seriousness before he apparated them to Oxford Street.
"The muggles could've seen us!" Hermione screeched into her friend's ear. Harry mocked irritation, ignoring what the brunette said and ushered her into a shop.
"Harry, do you realize that this is a Stella McCartney's boutique?" She whispered to him.
"I am very well aware of that." Harry said as if didn't understand what his friend was implying on.
"The clothes here are bloody expensive!" Hermione hissed under her breath.
"I haven't given you a proper birthday present." Harry said, ignoring her words, yet again.
"My birthday was two months ago-"
"Excuse me dears." A lady came over for their assistance. "How can I help you?"
Hermione opened her mouth to speak, buy Harry spoke for her. "My girlfriend is finding a dress for her birthday. So I just thought of bringing her in." Harry said, smiling politely at the lady, when Hermione's eyes grew larger at the words 'my girlfriend'.
"Oh yes!" The lady smiled and then looked at the wizard curiously. "And you must be-?"
"Harry Potter." Harry introduced himself with a smile. "My friend Katrina keeps talking about this boutique. So I thought-"
"Oh yes! That girl! She's a model isn't she?
"Ah yes. Anyway, bring us the latest collections."
"Follow me dears!" The lady said, leading the two deeper into the boutique. Hermione was curious about the conversation, so she held Harry back and started to question him.
"How does Katrina know about this shop?" She asked.
"Kat is a huge fan of muggle collections and she keeps talking about this boutique." Harry answered simply.
"And when did I become your girlfriend?" She further asked.
"I thought you always were." Harry muttered to himself, more than to her when Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.
"What?" She hissed when the lady came along with five dresses of various colors.
"Here you go." The lady handed Hermione the dresses. "The dressing room is on the right. And you Harry, can sit in the viewing area."
"Okay." Harry smiled when Hermione scowled at him and marched to the dressing room, huffing to herself. Harry chuckled at her behavior and sat on one of the couches. He grabbed one of the magazines to see the face of his dear girlfriend, sporting a red bikini. He shook his head and smiled, admiring Katrina's body on the magazine cover and turning the pages to read her interview. They had decided to keep mum about their relationship to the muggle world. Getting full attention by the Wizarding population was enough for them. That was the reason why Harry introduced Hermione as his girlfriend to the boutique owner. Well, he couldn't agree less when he and Hermione behaved more like a couple in a relationship. They had always been like that. The very same morning, he had a meeting with Viktor Krum, who happened to be Hermione's ex (even though she always denied their relationship) for the protection to be provided for the Quidditch World Cup to be held the next year. Harry had happily agreed to provide the help and Viktor was happy about it. During their discussion, they had an obvious conversation about Hermione. When Viktor learned that Draco Malfoy out of all men was courting her, he was on the verge of getting a heart stroke. 'Vat is da wurld coming too!?' That's what he exactly said, making Harry chuckle as he remembered his petrified face.
"Harry?" Hermione called out. "I'm confused between two dresses."
Harry cleared his throat, keeping the magazine on the table and said "Just come out in what you're wearing."
"Seriously Harry, I think this is too pink!" She said uncertainly.
"I just want to see you." Harry said firmly when he heard Hermione sigh before she came out in the viewing area. Harry did find the dress too girly for Hermione. It did look nice, but it wasn't the color Hermione liked. The dress was halter necked, of hot pink, ending way up till her midthigh. Harry knew that this dress wasn't Hermione and it was totally made for Katrina.
"It's not for you." Harry said truthfully as Hermione looked at the dress in the full length mirror.
"It's for Katrina." She said, giving out a small laugh.
"Well, you read my mind." Harry gave out a small laugh and got up to search for a perfect dress. One blue dress caught his eye, when he got up and gave it to Hermione to try it on.
"This is so your color." He said. "I just want to see you in it."
Hermione nodded and smiled at him before disappearing into the dressing room again. Harry sighed to himself and paced along the length of the couches placed, when the shop owner walked over to him, with another set of dresses.
"Has she tried the ones I handed before?" She asked when Harry nodded.
"Yeah. She's in with the last one." Harry said when Hermione called out for him.
"Hermione, are you done?" he asked.
"Yes." She answered.
"Come out dear. Your boyfriend looks desperate to see you in that number." The lady said. Harry could see Hermione's face bearing a scowl. Then, all he saw was a Hermione walking out of the dressing room, with a shy look on her face, taking Harry's breath away. She looked like a goddess. The dress was a simple, strapless one of modest knee length. The royal blue color brought out the beauty of her pale skin, as she checked the dress in front of the mirror. Harry smiled at her when she looked at him and said "I like the color."
"It brings out your skin perfectly." He said, walking over to her, and wrapping his arms around her waist. Hermione's heart stopped for the moment, but relaxed when Harry placed his chin on her shoulder, and smiled at her as their eyes met in the mirror.
"I fear for Draco sometimes." He said so that only she could hear it. "You do have killer looks."
Hermione smiled nervously, as she felt his unshaved subtle rub against her bear skin. "It's your selection after all." She said softly. "I'm glad I told you about needing a perfect date-dress."
"I know what you want." Harry said, placing a kiss on her cheek. "I know you really well."
"I know." She replied in all honesty. "And I'm glad."
'I'm glad to have you in my life, to understand me the best and I thank you for changing it.' She added silently in her mind.
A/N: Now what do you think is going on in Harry's mind? Any ideas?
