A/N: This is the third part. Umm... I don't really have much to say, just enjoy!
Disclaimer: All the Harry potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I forgot to say in the first one that Beautiful Stranger belongs to Madonna.
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"Dr. Roosevelt?" Hazel called to him from the inside of a patient's room.
"Coming Hazel." Roger walked into Jenny Klassic'c room. "All done?"
"Yep, she's all yours." Hazel walked out of the room towards Sarah's desk. It was Monday. Two days since her dinner with Andy, but she couldn't stop thinking about him. I can't get attached to him, she kept thinking. I can't be hurt again. He'll have to go back to England; I may never see him again. Her thoughts were pushed out of her mind as a familiar voice called to her from the waiting room.
"Hazel how are you?" It was Andy.
"Hi Andy, I'm fine, why are you here?" She knew it probably sounded rude, but she wanted to know.
"I uh came to bring you these." He pulled his hands out from behind his back. He was holding a bouquet of red roses.
"Oh Andy there beautiful. Thank you." I looked up from the flowers into his grinning face. What was it about those eyes?
"I'm glad that you like them. Do you have a break soon? Maybe we could go for a walk?"
"I'll ask." Hazel turned around to address Sarah. "Sarah, do you need me?"
"No Hun, go have a good time. I'll have Harriet fill in for you."
Hazel would never forget this walk.
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They had been out for a half in hour when it started drizzling. "Are you cold Hazel? We could turn back?"
"No I'm fine. I love the rain."
"Me too, but there are other things I love to."
Hazel could see where this was going and decided to play along. "What?"
"You." He leaned in and his lips brushed against hers. They both looked up, startled. Then she looked into his amazing blue eyes and knew this was right. She leaned towards him and they kissed. Hazel felt sparks flying, and firecrackers going off in her head. This was real. I'm in love with this guy. She melted her body against his, and ignored the strange stares they were getting from passer-byes. It only ended when they both needed to breathe.
When she removed his lips from his she felt like they had been dunked into ice water. His lips had been so warm.
"I'm sorry." He said.
"Why?"
He looked bewildered. "You mean, you like me too?"
She smiled and in reply brought him back for another kiss.
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"Hazel where have you been? You're all wet. Don't tell me that gut made you stand in the rain. Hazel? Hazel?" Sarah called after her retreating back. Hazel had walked in, an hour and a half after she left, and hadn't even glanced at Sarah.
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"Now Hazel, are you ready to wipe that crazy dazed look off your face and tell me what's wrong?" Sarah was fully exasperated. They were at their apartment. All day Hazel hadn't said much just walked around, smelling her flowers, and grinning like a crazy person. Sarah was starting to think that maybe she had gone crazy.
"He kissed me and said that he loved me." Sarah's mouth dropped. Whatever she had expected, that wasn't it.
"He did what?"
"He kissed me and—"
"Nevermind I heard. Is this a good or a bad thing?"
"Well I haven't really decided. I mean obviously there are reasons for it being good, but I haven't been in a relationship for so long and…" She had almost said 'I don't think I could stand losing someone else' but then cut off because she had never told Sarah about Ron and Harry, and didn't feel like going into it now. "I suppose it's a goo thing. YES! It's a very good thing."
Sarah grinned at her best friend and threw her arms around her.
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Andy spent more and more time at the dentist office. Even when his teeth had been fixed he kept showing up, much to Hazel's delight. Although she couldn't help but wonder why he could always be there. Didn't he have work? But whenever he talked she got so wrapped up in him, she forgot all about it.
"Hazel darling." He greeted her with a kiss on the lips. It was Saturday, a week since their fist dinner. "How about dinner tonight, I'll pick you up at seven."
"Sounds great!"
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"Sarah, Where is he?"
"Hazel, Hun take a chill pill. He's probably just running a little late."
"You don't think he stood me up do you, he could have found someone else…"
"Haven't we had this conversation before?" Hazel nodded. "And what happened?"
"He was just running late."
"So I'm sure that is what happened this time."
"But this is different. It was only five minutes that time. It's been a half hour."
"Just wait, I'm sure he'll come. He seems very much in love with you." Hazel tried very hard not to blush.
Fifteen minutes passed then a half-hour.
"Ok Sarah. It's eight o'clock, I'm starving and I know he wouldn't be this late. Something's wrong. I'm going to look for him." And with that she stalked out of the apartment.
It wasn't until she had reached the street that she realized how stupid her last statement had been. How could she go look for him? She had no idea where he was, or even where he lived. They had talked on the phone before, but he had always called her. I am such a dope, she thought. He was probably playing me. Didn't tell me where he lived, always called me, never told me where he worked. But those eyes, something about those eyes told her that he hadn't been lying.
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A/N: Sorry that this part is so short. I hope you liked it!!