First off, anyone who does not, READ THE AUTHOR NOTES ALWAYS! THEY HOLD VERY IMPORTANT INFO! THAT'S WHY I WRITE THEM! READ THE AUTHOR NOTES! Thanks!
Okay, another chapter! The one after this might really get into the plot too, this is just something to put in between the chapters. Anyway, there're a lot of clothing descriptions, since I haven't put in any yet. But, still. Not really a great chapter. Oh well. I'd like to start with the reviewers.
Danielle Collins x33: Thanks and it will, you just wait. o.O
Spazz: You'd better be afraid. That's why I wrote the story in the first place. Lol. Joking.
Anna: Heehee. That's what I based it on. I was going to describe it but it would have dragged it out. It was a kind of large octopus. Slimy, green, and gross and a really twisted mind. Of course, who knew the Weasley's had a vicious blood-sucking evil monster right in their backyard? Lol.
Anyway, just for kicks, would you guys mind taking a second just to guess how old I am? I wanna' laugh. Judging by the surprising range of people who've read my stories, this could get interesting.
And please don't tell me if I spelled something wrong. Unless it's a name, because I'm way to tired to look it up (I just worked at an Art Camp for 4 hours with kids aging from 4 to 11) and I'm so tired I can't spell intresting with out spell check. So don't bother correcting me and enjoy!
PS For the notes, like Hermione's on the box and Fred and Gerorge's plaque, I used a differant font but it won't let me for this. So, that's what it means when it says fancy handwriting. I used French Script MT. Tee hee. Luv ya'll!
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Harry took a deep breath. If he hadn't gone with her, Hermione would have spent herself broke. Her part-time job at Three Broomsticks helped but her usual self-control disappeared as soon as they reached the Madam Malkin's.
"Oh, Merlin! Harry! Look at these!" She walked out of the dressing rooms in emerald robes the exact same color as her bikini. They hugged her body, showing off her hour-glass shaped figure. But it wasn't just the color that made her look beautiful, it was that the robes seemed to have a faint glitter to them that made them shimmer under the lights.
"Wow, you look spectacular. Those look better on you then all of the others." Harry glanced over at the large pile of robes that lay next to him, there were all different shades of pink, purple, black, brown, yellow, green, red and more. Harry hadn't expected to find this many colors in-anywhere. Much less a small store. "That and the white ones, and the blue ones," He pulled out two robes and showed them to Hermione who fingered the velvety fabric.
"First of the white ones are ivory. Second, the blue ones are periwinkle with a light hint of orchid. Thirdly, you know, I did see a couple more that I thought-"
"No! Hermione! We've been in this store for three hours! How many outfit can you possibly want to try on? I got mine in five minutes," He pointed to three robes, one was a casual back-he'd outgrown his others- another matched Hermione's green ones, and the last one was, as Hermione called it, ivory. He'd just picked the ones she told him looked best. And she was having much more difficultly doing the same thing for him.
She sulked but followed him to the register where her outfits rang up for thirty galleons. Harry's only were twenty seeing as he went for traditional.
"Now," She said as they walked out of the store. "We're going Muggle shopping. We're going to need Muggle attire if you're ever going to defeat Voldemort." She transferred all of her bags to her left arm and pulled out her wand. "Harry, hold onto me. I'm going to Side-along you to one of my favorite stores."
Harry glanced at her free arm. It was occupied by bags. Hermione's smart, why would she say-oh. It suddenly occurred to him Hermione wouldn't of put her bags there if that was where she wanted him to grip her. He placed his arms around her waist and turned of the spot, still holding tightly onto her. The unpleasant sensation of being pushed on from all directions.
Suddenly it all stopped. He blinked. They were in Diagon alley in front of a huge store Harry couldn't believe he hadn't noticed before. Large letters on the front of the store read 'Muggles Made Easy'. But one of the E's was out so it read 'Muggles Mad Easy'.
"No kidding." Harry muttered under his breath.
"Harry, we're going to have to pick out formal clothes. I forgot to tell you, the Minister requested you for dinner tonight and-"
"No way am I going to-"
Three hours later, they had filled up more than twelve bags of clothes. Yet here they were again, Harry sitting outside of a changing room, hearing bags rustle as Hermione slipped on dresses and asked his opinion. Truthfully, he could care less, but Hermione insisted.
"What about this one Harry?" Hermione stepped out of the dressing room wearing a short pink dress that showed off her legs, but had a frilly collar that detracted from her face.
"Nah."
"Alright." She stepped back into the dressing room and stepped out a moment in a beautiful forest green strapless dress. It had a sheer fabric with rhinestone crystal flower designs starting halfway down from the waistline on one side covering the silk dress beneath it. Harry could almost see flecks of green in her eyes as he scanned her over. The dress touched the floor, covering her legs, but showed more curves then Harry thought any normal girl had. But then, Hermione wasn't exactly normal.
"Wow." Harry was speechless. It was like when he saw her at the Yule Ball only this time they were in a dressing room and she was even more stunning. "I-I-you look great."
"Do you say that with every outfit I try on?"
"No, I mean it. This is really-wow."
She slipped back into the dressing room and appeared a moment later with the dress in her arms. "I guess I'll buy this then." She turned to walk toward the register but Harry grabbed her arm.
"Let me buy it."
Hermione tugged her arm away. "No Harry. I'll buy it. I'm a big girl."
"Please? It's the least I can do for you saving my life at the lake."
"Harry," She began as she got in line. "You saved my life afterward. When I nearly drowned, and you've saved it from the dementors, and quite a few other times you've helped me."
Harry rolled his eyes. She was so stubborn. "Hermione, if you don't let me I'll follow you around and won't leave you alone until I've bought you dinner for a month at a fancy restaurant every night."
She smiled at him. "Dinner sounds nice. How about tonight? Let me buy the dress here and we'll go to dinner tonight."
She reached the counter and handed the woman the dress.
"Fine, but I'm buying dinner."
"If it'll soothe your conscience, fine." She handed the woman a large bag of galleons and picked up the bag the dress was in. "But I have to go to work now. I'll see in a bit. Actually, since we're in Hogsmeade, why don't you go apply for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post?"
"Right."
They quickly hugged then Hermione headed toward Three Broomsticks and Harry headed toward Hogwarts.
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"So, Potter. You wish to apply for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post?" Minerva McGonagall stared at Harry from beneath her spectacles.
"Yes ma'am." Harry felt like a small child again, getting scolded for messing with a Mountain troll.
"I see you're currently an Auror."
"Well, I was. I quit when I…" Harry blushed. It seemed perfectly normal to talk to Hermione about the 'saving the Wizarding World' thing but to his old professor it just seemed inappropriate and embarrassing.
"Yes, yes. I am aware of the situation Mr. Potter, but why?"
"Why did I quit? Well, I guess I didn't want the baby to grow up without a daddy if the occasion ever arose. Besides, they'll go to school here, won't they? So, why not? And it's nearby to where Hermione works, it all works out."
"Yes, yes, I suppose. Alright. You've got the job."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes Mr. Potter. Besides, no one else applied. I assume you know where your office and classroom is?"
"Yes ma'am. Thanks Professor."
Professor McGonagall smiled as her former student left the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.
Harry walked along the deserted corridors. It seemed a long time ago that he walked along them as a student himself. He stopped in front of the Defense classroom. It was empty. He smiled and walked through the door. Instantly, it filled itself with all his old schoolbooks, Auror objects, and old DA thing. Grinning he started to unpack, this was going to take a while.
Hermione walked into Three Broomsticks. It had two people in it. A young girl, probably seven, with her sister, probably fifteen reading a magazine next to her and leaving her younger sister looking terribly bored. They wore matching robes, and they both look second-hand. Both of them had dirty blond hair and freckles, and blue eyes but the younger girl wore it in pig-tail braids while her sister left it down but had permanently curled it.
It looks like one of Fred and George's products too. The brother's had recently bought Zonko's as a Hogsmeade branch and had placed a large solid gold plaque that read:
In memory of the loved Weasley family who died in the final battle,
Ginerva (Ginny) Weasley Potter
Ronald (Ron) Bilius Weasley
Percy Arthur Weasley
And many others who sacrificed their live for the lives of others. May God rest their souls.
Love you all,
Fred Weasley and George Weasley
Hermione couldn't help but cry when she first saw it, a week after Ron died. It was still painful to think about him, but she could almost swear, every night when she lay awake in bed, he'd talk to her in a quiet soothing voice, like he was there.
"Hermione!"
"Yes Parvarti?"
"That is you isn't?"
"Of course." Hermione walked behind the corner and put her coat then walked back out to the young girl, who had taken to eyeing the sweets behind the counter distantly. "Hey sweetie, do you want something?"
The girl started fidgeting with her hand and staring at her shoes. "No ma'am."
"Well, what's you're name? I'm Hermione."
"Jenny, miss." She glanced a shy look at Hermione and Hermione smiled warmly.
"You don't have to call me miss, just Hermione. And why don't you want something? You look awfully hungry."
"I don't have any money."
Hermione laughed and smiled at her again. "I wasn't going to make you pay, you can pick out whatever you want for free."
Jenny's eyes sparkled and she glanced at the counter, then Hermione, then back at the counter. "Really?"
"Mmmhmm." Hermione walked back behind the counter and pulled out a large box. "Why don't we fill this up and you and you're family can share? My treat."
Jenny sighed softly, but her eyes were wide. Judging by her worn robes Hermione guessed she was about to make this family's day. "I think one of everything to start?"
Jenny remained glued to the counter as Hermione filled the box half-way. "How about I give you a small sample of everything so you can decide what you want the rest of the box to be?"
"Okay!" After eating a small bit of everything, and nearly spiting out a few, she spoke again. "May I have more Sherbet Balls, Droobles Best Blowing Bubblegum, and Licorice Wands?"
Hermione smiled as she filled the rest of the box. It seemed not to long ago that the owners of Honeydukes were killed by Lucius Malfoy and left their recipes to Three Broomsticks. Shutting the box carefully she pulled out a marker and wrote carefully:
Sometimes, the things we cherish most are right in front of us, and we don't even know it. I hope that this small deed will help you realize what true love is. Our purpose in life is to find out the true meaning of it, and fulfill it as much as possible.
Love,
Anonymous
She smiled as she looked at the fancy handwriting, it had been her, after all, who had done the actual engraving for Fred and George.
"What'd you do?" The older sister shouted as she saw the large box.
"Nothing. That pretty lady gave it to me."
Hermione smiled and went to put out more Sugar Quills.