A/N: Ok, this is Harry's POV, thanks to Hedwig23! I was going to do it later.........but oh well! :) Thanks Hedwig23!
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I checked my watch. Tapped my foot. Clinked my glass on the table as I took another drink. Where is she!? I thought nervously. I hope she comes!
"Harry, are you OK?" Carmen asked.
"Hm?" I said.
"Are you OK?" She repeated, looking concernedly at me.
"Yeah, I-I'm fine." I checked my watch again.
She shrugged and took a sip of her wine.
Carmen wouldn't get it anyway. She really has no brains. She doesn't need them much anyway. She's a fashion model for some company. I sighed. Being famous wasn't everything, but being famous meant pressure to date people only of your same social status. Which really sucks because the only person I've ever loved was Hermione. But why would she still like me? I've been cruel, arrogant, sarcastic and on top of it all, HEARTLESS. I wish she could see through me and just once, see the person I once was. After Hogwarts, I was getting so much attention I just kind of......left Ron and Hermione and started the second chapter to the "Harry Potter Saga." I never kept in touch because I was afraid they'd never want to talk to me again. But that was over. Hermione would be coming and we'd work this out. I'd never have to see Carmen again and we'd be able to get married and settle down with maybe a few kids.
I laughed at this thought. Hermione would never go for kids.
"What's so funny, dear?" Carmen said.
"Nothing, just thinking about something funny that happened at Quidditch practice." I lied, picking up my fork and looking at it closely, acting like I was fascinated with it.
"Hmm..yes. Darling, I was going to ask you something."
"Shoot." I said, dropping the fork.
"When do you think we should take our relationship to the....eh....next level?" Carmen said uneasily.
I looked at her like she'd grown a third head.
"What?!?" I said, a little too loud.
People swiveled around in their chairs to look at us.
I gave them an angry look and they all turned back to their tables.
Carmen smiled sweetly at me. I felt like I was going to be sick. But I smiled b all the same.
Hermione entered the room and I got up, almost knocking the table over in my haste.
I didn't notice Carmen slip something into my glass.
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"Hermione!" I called.
"Hey..." She said awkwardly as I kissed her on the cheek.
She frowned.
"What? It's a sign of.....uh...you know, greetings." I said, turning red.
"Why don't I show you where we're sitting!" I said, leading her to our table.
Carmen stood up and introduced herself to Hermione and we sat down.
"So..... seeing each other for long now, right?" Hermione said, picking up a menu and at the same time, maintaining eyecontact with me.
"You're...reading your menu upside down." I said, looking down and smiling.
"Urmm....so I am." Hermione said, blushing.
Carmen looked at me.
"What?" I said.
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I checked my watch. Tapped my foot. Clinked my glass on the table as I took another drink. Where is she!? I thought nervously. I hope she comes!
"Harry, are you OK?" Carmen asked.
"Hm?" I said.
"Are you OK?" She repeated, looking concernedly at me.
"Yeah, I-I'm fine." I checked my watch again.
She shrugged and took a sip of her wine.
Carmen wouldn't get it anyway. She really has no brains. She doesn't need them much anyway. She's a fashion model for some company. I sighed. Being famous wasn't everything, but being famous meant pressure to date people only of your same social status. Which really sucks because the only person I've ever loved was Hermione. But why would she still like me? I've been cruel, arrogant, sarcastic and on top of it all, HEARTLESS. I wish she could see through me and just once, see the person I once was. After Hogwarts, I was getting so much attention I just kind of......left Ron and Hermione and started the second chapter to the "Harry Potter Saga." I never kept in touch because I was afraid they'd never want to talk to me again. But that was over. Hermione would be coming and we'd work this out. I'd never have to see Carmen again and we'd be able to get married and settle down with maybe a few kids.
I laughed at this thought. Hermione would never go for kids.
"What's so funny, dear?" Carmen said.
"Nothing, just thinking about something funny that happened at Quidditch practice." I lied, picking up my fork and looking at it closely, acting like I was fascinated with it.
"Hmm..yes. Darling, I was going to ask you something."
"Shoot." I said, dropping the fork.
"When do you think we should take our relationship to the....eh....next level?" Carmen said uneasily.
I looked at her like she'd grown a third head.
"What?!?" I said, a little too loud.
People swiveled around in their chairs to look at us.
I gave them an angry look and they all turned back to their tables.
Carmen smiled sweetly at me. I felt like I was going to be sick. But I smiled b all the same.
Hermione entered the room and I got up, almost knocking the table over in my haste.
I didn't notice Carmen slip something into my glass.
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"Hermione!" I called.
"Hey..." She said awkwardly as I kissed her on the cheek.
She frowned.
"What? It's a sign of.....uh...you know, greetings." I said, turning red.
"Why don't I show you where we're sitting!" I said, leading her to our table.
Carmen stood up and introduced herself to Hermione and we sat down.
"So..... seeing each other for long now, right?" Hermione said, picking up a menu and at the same time, maintaining eyecontact with me.
"You're...reading your menu upside down." I said, looking down and smiling.
"Urmm....so I am." Hermione said, blushing.
Carmen looked at me.
"What?" I said.
