Harry smiled at Hermione. She looked at him, he seemed different, appearance wise he was the same handsome, young man but there was just something different about him.
"How are you?" she asked.
"Sore and as tired as hell how about you?" laughed Harry.
"I'm good," she said walking over to the couch, "I have a job at the Daily Prophet. It is very interesting and you get to meet so many different people."
"Yeah," said Harry, "I've seen one of your articles it was really well written."
"Your lucky I didn't get to write about you falling," she said laughing, Harry glared at her.
Neville came over and sat down next to Hermione,
"Hello Neville," said Harry.
"Hi Harry," he replied sipping his drink.
"How are things?" asked Harry.
"Not bad. I'm working in a large herbology research lab and it is really interesting."
"That's really good," said Harry smiling.
Anita walked over and hugged Harry,
"you look better," she said.
"Here," said Harry tossing Anita her present, "Happy 19th Birthday."
Anita unwrapped the paper and opened the velvet box. Hermione let out a gasp when she saw the necklace.
"Harry! That must have cost a fortune."
"I work in the department of magical games and sports," said Anita, "And trust me with his salary this would be nothing."
Harry bent down and put the necklace on her.
"How much does he get a year?" asked Ron.
"Don't you dear say," said Harry pointedly.
1000000 galleons a year for playing quidditch," she said smiling slyly at Harry.
A man walked up behind them.
"Oh Harry," said Anita, "This is my boyfriend James." She said. Anita watched him, Harry had the feeling she wanted him to react,
"Please to meet you," said Harry shaking his hand.
"So," said James, "Got anyone special of your own?"
Harry laughed derisively,
"I barely have time to breath let alone keep up a relationship."
Later Harry decided to take a walk,
"I'm just going out," he told Ron.
Harry was walking down the stairs when someone pulled him over.
The lady was tall and very pretty.
"Harry," she said urgently.
"Cho," said Harry.
"You need to come to the ministry," she said pulling Harry after her.
"What's this all about," said Harry.
"You'll see," she said.
She pulled Harry into a dimly lit office.
A man was sitting there fingering his pencil.
"Harry," said the man, "I'm Robert Dane, minister for magical undercover programs (It's kind off like the FBI.) MUP for short."
"Please to meet you," said Harry.
"Harry," said Robert, "We would have killed to have you in the team if you hadn't gone off and played quidditch and we were going to get you the minute you were not playing but we need you to start work now."
Harry nodded.
"Intelligence have found out that there may be an attack at the semi-finals and we want you too be looking out for things."
"I have to play as best I can," said Harry.
"I know you can do more then one thing at once," said Cho, who obviously worked for MUP.
After much persuading Harry agreed.
Cho and Harry walked down the stairs together,
"How do you feel," she asked, "You have two jobs at the age of 18."
"Worried," laughed Harry.
"Would you like to grab a coffee?" asked Cho.
"That would be great," said Harry who would love to catch up with Cho.
They sat at a corner table waiting for their drinks to come.
"So what have you been up to?" asked Harry.
"Work, work and more work." She said, "and you."
"Quidditch, quidditch and more quidditch," he joked.
Harry fingered a piece of paper in his pocket, and then he remembered the family dinner tomorrow.
Cho sipped her coffee smiling.
"How did you go on your NEWT's?" asked Cho.
"God, that was 2 months ago,'' said Harry, "Oh I got 15," he mumbled.
"Cho opened her mouth to say something but closed it by a look from Harry.
"What have you got on tomorrow?" asked Cho.
"Training all day and then have a family dinner," said Harry rolling his eyes.
Cho laughed,
"I am so glad I don't know your family," she said.
"Would you like to meet them," asked Harry.
"Is that an offer?" she replied.
"I guess it is," he said.
"I would love too."
"How about I'll meet you in the leaky Cauldron tomorrow at six?"
"Sounds great," she said.
Harry got back when the party was winding up.
"Where have you been?" asked Ron.
"Goodnight," said Harry.
Harry was woken by a thud at 5.30.
"I promised I would wake you up," said Hermione, who, by the looks of it, was only just going to bed, "but I had to show you this as well."
She tossed Harry the Daily prophet, on the third page in there was a photo of Cho and he drinking coffee and the article was titled 'Could this Be Love For Quidditch Star Harry Potter'
"How are you?" she asked.
"Sore and as tired as hell how about you?" laughed Harry.
"I'm good," she said walking over to the couch, "I have a job at the Daily Prophet. It is very interesting and you get to meet so many different people."
"Yeah," said Harry, "I've seen one of your articles it was really well written."
"Your lucky I didn't get to write about you falling," she said laughing, Harry glared at her.
Neville came over and sat down next to Hermione,
"Hello Neville," said Harry.
"Hi Harry," he replied sipping his drink.
"How are things?" asked Harry.
"Not bad. I'm working in a large herbology research lab and it is really interesting."
"That's really good," said Harry smiling.
Anita walked over and hugged Harry,
"you look better," she said.
"Here," said Harry tossing Anita her present, "Happy 19th Birthday."
Anita unwrapped the paper and opened the velvet box. Hermione let out a gasp when she saw the necklace.
"Harry! That must have cost a fortune."
"I work in the department of magical games and sports," said Anita, "And trust me with his salary this would be nothing."
Harry bent down and put the necklace on her.
"How much does he get a year?" asked Ron.
"Don't you dear say," said Harry pointedly.
1000000 galleons a year for playing quidditch," she said smiling slyly at Harry.
A man walked up behind them.
"Oh Harry," said Anita, "This is my boyfriend James." She said. Anita watched him, Harry had the feeling she wanted him to react,
"Please to meet you," said Harry shaking his hand.
"So," said James, "Got anyone special of your own?"
Harry laughed derisively,
"I barely have time to breath let alone keep up a relationship."
Later Harry decided to take a walk,
"I'm just going out," he told Ron.
Harry was walking down the stairs when someone pulled him over.
The lady was tall and very pretty.
"Harry," she said urgently.
"Cho," said Harry.
"You need to come to the ministry," she said pulling Harry after her.
"What's this all about," said Harry.
"You'll see," she said.
She pulled Harry into a dimly lit office.
A man was sitting there fingering his pencil.
"Harry," said the man, "I'm Robert Dane, minister for magical undercover programs (It's kind off like the FBI.) MUP for short."
"Please to meet you," said Harry.
"Harry," said Robert, "We would have killed to have you in the team if you hadn't gone off and played quidditch and we were going to get you the minute you were not playing but we need you to start work now."
Harry nodded.
"Intelligence have found out that there may be an attack at the semi-finals and we want you too be looking out for things."
"I have to play as best I can," said Harry.
"I know you can do more then one thing at once," said Cho, who obviously worked for MUP.
After much persuading Harry agreed.
Cho and Harry walked down the stairs together,
"How do you feel," she asked, "You have two jobs at the age of 18."
"Worried," laughed Harry.
"Would you like to grab a coffee?" asked Cho.
"That would be great," said Harry who would love to catch up with Cho.
They sat at a corner table waiting for their drinks to come.
"So what have you been up to?" asked Harry.
"Work, work and more work." She said, "and you."
"Quidditch, quidditch and more quidditch," he joked.
Harry fingered a piece of paper in his pocket, and then he remembered the family dinner tomorrow.
Cho sipped her coffee smiling.
"How did you go on your NEWT's?" asked Cho.
"God, that was 2 months ago,'' said Harry, "Oh I got 15," he mumbled.
"Cho opened her mouth to say something but closed it by a look from Harry.
"What have you got on tomorrow?" asked Cho.
"Training all day and then have a family dinner," said Harry rolling his eyes.
Cho laughed,
"I am so glad I don't know your family," she said.
"Would you like to meet them," asked Harry.
"Is that an offer?" she replied.
"I guess it is," he said.
"I would love too."
"How about I'll meet you in the leaky Cauldron tomorrow at six?"
"Sounds great," she said.
Harry got back when the party was winding up.
"Where have you been?" asked Ron.
"Goodnight," said Harry.
Harry was woken by a thud at 5.30.
"I promised I would wake you up," said Hermione, who, by the looks of it, was only just going to bed, "but I had to show you this as well."
She tossed Harry the Daily prophet, on the third page in there was a photo of Cho and he drinking coffee and the article was titled 'Could this Be Love For Quidditch Star Harry Potter'
