A/N: My first every entry. I hope you like it!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter series. All credits is to JK Rowling. This fanfiction is purposely for my pleasure, as I ship Harry and Hermione since ever and hopefully you as well. ENJOY!
=============== Chapter 1 ===============
Five years have passed since the Second Wizarding War, Harry Potter, the boy who lived has grown to be a man who conquered the Dark Lord. At the present he is working as an Auror for the Ministry of Magic. Harry is now living at 12 Grimmauld Place, a house his God-father, Sirius Black, has left for him. The old rigged place is as empty as ever but Harry has considered it home ever since.
'Tic toc tic toc' the clock echoes whilst Harry is blankly staring at it. He is well seated on his renowned workplace. His elbow rested on the desk, his hand pressed to his lips as his fingers caresses his scruffy full man beard, and his eyes peeled on the clock. Every tic it takes is making him more anxious. For any minute tonight he will be heading off to Hermione's place as a friend to celebrate the successful inauguration of her SPEW organization. He initiated this little friendly dinner of course, and much to his convenience his dear friend without a second thought agreed. But the reason his restless about this dinner date is because finally he will confess his feelings for her. Many time he tried so miserably but he ended swallowing up his courage and get tongue-tied from fright. However, this time will be different as he will be getting a little kick of courage by drinking a truth serum.
Harry has all set up for tonight. He has her favorite food ready, a lasagna with onion sauce which he picked up from a muggle restaurant; Her gift which he got so cooped up looking for that he ended up literally travelling the world for it; Lastly, the veritaserum, the most powerful truth serum there is.
The young wizard made sure he was not as apparent with his intentions for Hermione tonight. The last thing he want is for her to suspect and tip off his two-month long preparation for the dinner. He decided to be casually dressed for the friendly date, wearing a scruffy loose off-white shirt buttoned up to his chest, half tucked in and its sleeves folded up to his forearm; black trousers; and some black pair of leather boots. He took the truth serum vial out his trouser's pocket and for the last time takes a good look to lift his spirits. 'It is now or never' He thought to himself as he quickly return it to his pocket.
'Tic toc tic toc' the clock continues to resonate. When suddenly a croaky voice echoed behind him that nearly made his soul creep out his skin.
"Master Harry, Kreacher would like to tell the master it is time to go" said the grumpy Kreacher. The grumpy fellow is neatly dressed in suspended trousers, brown shoes and white shirt that look like he has been wearing for quite some time.
"Oh, it's just you Kreacher" said Harry relieved and simultaneously gave the little fellow a 'you are doing it again' look. "Kreacher is sorry to have addressed you master, Master" the elf added. It is hopeless. It seems that it is second nature to the poor elf to call his master - master.
"It's okay" smiled Harry. "Thank you Kreacher for reminding me. I will head out soon." Not like he needed one, he has been staring at the clock for goodness sake.
"Kreacher is doing just what Kreacher is tasked to do" the elf replied and immediately walked out of sight.
"Okay Harry. It is time." The young lad said to himself. Not long after he let out deep breath out. He takes out his wand and flicks it to shrink his gift and pocketed it. Carrying the food package, he then apparated to Hermione's place.