A lot like Love

Chapter One-

"Let's see, 552-1083," Hermione dialed the number on her phone. It was the number to the Dursley house. Even though Hermione knew that Harry did not live with his Aunt and Uncle anymore she still had to call their house to get the number of where Harry was living now. See after Harry turned 17 he moved in with Tonks and Lupin, and he has been living with them for almost a year.

"Hello, hello," a very low grouchy voice said.

"Um, yes, hello," Hermione stuttered. She did not know exactly what to say. She knew that if she asked for the number where Harry was staying they would not give it to her, for the Durseys were not friendly people and they hated anyone or anything that had to do with their nephew. "May I please speak to Harry Potter," she figured that if she acted as if she did not know where Harry was then they might think that she has less to do with him, so there was a better chance of Mr. Dursley giving her Harry's new number.

"He's not here. That despicable monster does not live here anymore!" he said forcefully.

"Well may I have the number of where he is at?"

"You, well, err…." Mr. Dursley grouchily started mumbling to himself. Hermione could hear him fumbling around for what she assumed was Harry's number.

"Alright, alright, 624-424-6873, happy now!"

Hermione was somehow able to utter in a thank you before Mr. Dursley slammed the phone down.

As she dialed Harry's number she couldn't help but wonder if she had won the bet….

You see six years ago, back when Harry, her and Ron were in their second year, her and Harry made this bet….

FLASHBACK

"Hufflepuff!" The Sorting Hat remark, everyone applauded. It was the very beginning of the trio's second year and none of them knew about the events that awaited them in the nearby future.

"How do you think the sorting hat knows where to place all the first years?" Ron asked.

"I guess it just does," Harry said.

"Do you think it could tell us where we'll be in six years? When we're all eighteen years old?"

"I don't need a hat to tell me that."

"How so Harry? Hermione asked looking quizzical.

"I know exactly where I'm going to be in six years."

"No you don't, you just assume you know."

"I don't know Hermione," Ron said, "When Harry's sure of something it usually happens. Don't you remember all the events of last year?"

"Don't you remember how Harry knew it was Snape?" Hermione said mordantly.

Ron's ears turned red as he gave a look of guilt.

Hermione turned her attention back to Harry. "I bet that things will end up completely different from what you expect Harry."

"Oh yeah, well I say that in six years when I'm eighteen years old I'll be married, and my wife and I living on our own. Plus I'll have a fabulous job, an invisibility car just like Ron's family has, and-"

"Alright, alright, we get it!" Ron exclaimed, "You have your future planned out."

"I say that everything that you just said won't be true by the time you're eighteen."

"I say it will be," Harry said to Hermione.

"Ooh why don't you two bet on it? That's always what the twins do with me when we have a disagreement."

"Ron have you ever won any of those bets?"

"…No," Ron said sadly.

"Alright, I'm up for a bet," Harry said, "In six years call me and when my lovely wife answers the phone and brags to you about my terrific job, our fantastic car, and our beautiful home, then you'll know that all my goals have come true. So is it a bet?" Harry stuck out his hand to shake on it.

Hermione took it and said, "It's a bet."

END OF FLASHBACK

After all they had been through, that day had seemed so long ago.

"Hello," a female voice said.

Wait this wasn't really Harry's wife was it? All of his goals in life couldn't have actually come true, could they?