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Just as Hermione had told Harry to be, he was sitting in her living room, watching television and waiting for her to get home the next afternoon. She came walking in looking exhausted, but she brightened up immediately when she saw him there.
"Good, you're here," she said she walked over. She kissed him briefly on the lips before running off to her bedroom to change outof her doctor's uniform.
Harry followed her and plopped down in the center of her bed, making himself comfortable while Hermione changed somewhere near the end of the bed. She paused after pulling her shirt on and looked at him.
"Your jaw isn't swollen, I see," she said as she continued dressing.
"No, that ice brought the swelling down. It's still sore though."
He closed his eyes and took in the scent of her room. The scent of -her-. It was something between lavender and vanilla. A perfect blend.
Harry opened his eyes when he felt the weight of the bed being pressed down. He looked up to see that she was sitting next to him, looking down at his face. Her long brown hair formed a curtain around them as she kised him once again.
"You're wearing robes, I see," Hermione said as she pulled away. Harry stood up and walked to the other room with her.
"Yeah, it's the first time in ten years. I'm surprised they still fit." Harry brushed some lint off of the shoulder of his green velvet robes. He looked over and saw his face in a mirror nearby. His face that had been pale no more than a week ago had color in it. And his eyes that were lifeless now sparkled brightly. All because of her.
"Ready to go?" Hermione said from the doorway.
Harry nodded and walked ove to the door. She walked out first and Harry closed the door behind them. He reached up and took her hand, lacing his fingers in her as they walked out to her car.
Hermione got in on the driver's side and waited until Harry was ready before driving for a half hour to the Leaky Cauldron.
Upon arriving, Harry felt very nervous. His hands were shaking and his head felt like it was spinning. He was barely aware of getting out of the car. Hermione took ahold of his hand as they walked into the establishment.
Upon entering, Harry and Hermione met silence. All eyes were on him. And he felt like he was going to be sick. A series of whispers flew throughout the crowd and then choas broke out. Everyone was running up to greet Harry and welcome him back. Many people asked where he had been, but Hermione just steered them towards the back of the pub to the same walled up courtyard that weould take the to Diagon Alley.
The archway appeared and they walked through. Harry inhaled the scent of the air. It was cold and burned his nose, but the smell was still the same. The smell of magic.
Harry and Hermione were both relieved that they weren't bombarded as they had been in the pub, but they didnt swell on the thought and instead walked down the large street.
Harry stopped outside of Quality Quidditch Supplies and looked longingly at the window display. The newest broom on the market was showcased and he felt sad that he could never ride one again.
Hermione saw how his face fell and she drug him away from the window and off to Gringotts where she needed to get money exchanged.
They walked inside and a few of the patrons turned and looked at him. They smiled brightly and some of them came over to talk. It was meaningless conversation that still made Harry feel so happy just becaue they were magical people he was talking to and not just muggles like he had become accustomed to.
Hermione tapped him on the shoulder and pulled him to the nearest available window as he said his goodbyes to the small group of people. He smiled at the goblin in the window, who in return gave him a very confused look.
"I need to exchange this," Hermione said as she handed the goblin a wad of about five hundred pounds. Harry looked at the money and then looked at her.
"Where the hell do you get that kind of money?" he asked.
"I'm very good at what I do," Hermione simply replied as the goblin handed her back a very weighty bag full of coins.
"Yes, you are," Harry said as they walked back out into the cold of the street.
Hermione immediately pulled him over into Flourish and Blotts. She needed a new book to read in her spare time. What she wanted was beyond Harry, but he still browsed through the shop with her until he ran into a familiar face.
Neville Longbottom dropped the book he was looking at and backed into the nearest bookshelf. Harry smiled at Neville brightly, laughing lightly at how he had startled Neville.
"Harry?" Neville said in disbelief. Harry nodded. "Is it really you?" Neville asked.
"Yeah, it's really me," Harry said as he watched Hermione walk to another shelf.
"How the hell are you?" Neville said as he walked over and slapped Harry on the back.
"I'm good. It's been a while since I've seen you," Harry said.
"Yeah, it's been a while since -anyone- has seen you, though. Where in the bloody hell have you been?" Neville asked.
"I've been living in Scotland for a while," Harry said as he ran a hand through his messy hair. He looked at the strands that had fallen in his face, and he realized hat he needed a haircut.
"But no one of our kind has seen you in ten years!" Neville raised his voice a little louder.
"Yeah, I know," Harry laughed nervously. He didn't want to attract too much attention to the conversation.
"Well the point is that you're back. And now everything will be fine," Neville said. "Anyway, I have to get going. My wife is somewhere around here," he said as he waved goodbye to Harry.
"Honey, come here," Hermione called. Harry smiled at the pet name that she had called him.
"Yeah," He said as he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle. He kissed her temple and looked down at the book. It was mostly text with a few illustrations.
"I need to go and get a new robe. Do you want to go get some lunch first?" she asked as she shut the book.
"I'm not hungry, but if you want to, then that's fine with me."
"No, I'm not very hungry. I'll just have something to eat when we get back," she said as she turned around to wrap her arms around his neck. She leaned up and whispered in his eear, "Maybe I'll have -you-."
Harry beamed brightly and laughed as they walked back outside. The light was growing dim outside as nightfall approached. The temperature had dropped a few more degrees, and it seemed like the street was growing more and more less inhabited by the minute.
"This will be the last stop and then we can leave," Hermione said as they walked in the store. Harry nodded and followed her inside.
"Hello, can I help you?" Madam Malkin walked up to both of them and stopped in her tracks when she caught sight of Harry. "No, it can't be," she said as she put her hand over her chest. "Are you, are you really back?" she stuttered.
"Yeah, I'm really back," Harry said as the woman smiled brightly.
"Oh, this is wonderful," she cried. And then she saw that Hermione was waiting. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I jsut got lost in the moment. Can I help you, Dear?"
"Yes, I need to get some new robes."
"Well then step up and we'll have you measured and ready in no time."
Hermione went and stood on a stool in front of a mirror. She looked at Harry who sat in a shair to her left, gazing at her lovingly. She felt herself blush and then she looked at Madam Malkin who was walking up to her.
"What color would you like?" she asked.
About twenty minutes later they walked outside with Hermione's baby blue ribes in a large box that Harry was carrying. Nightfall had bathed the street in darkness and they saw that they wre among some of the only people left on the street, save a few other people that looked to be closing up shops.
They headed back out the way they came, through the Leaky Cauldron and drove back to Hermione's apartment.
They walked in and dropped the robes' box on the table by the door. Harry immediately walked in the kitchen and began to rumage through the refrigerator for something to eat. Hermione came in shortly therafter and looked through the cabinets for food.
Satisfied with what they had both found, they sat on opposite ends of the couch from each other, muching happily. They found a movie on the television and were happy to watch it in silence until the end. Hermione was awake when it was over, but she looked down to se Harry asleep with his head leaned back on the cushion.
She laughed and got up quietly from her position and walked into her bedroom. She pulled out a piece of parchment and found a good quill. She sat down and wrote a short note to Ron about how she had found out why Harry had left. She told him that they were back together and that Harry had been introduced back into the wizarding world. She finished up the letter and sealed it shut just as she heard Harry calling her name from the living room.
"I'm in here," she called as she walked over to her sleeping owl in his cage asleep in the corner of the room.
Harry came walking in and saw her fastening the later to the owl's leg. She let it out the window and closed it quickly, the cold wind biting at her nose.
"Who was that for?" Harry asked.
"Oh, just a note to Ron. I had to tell him that you're back," she said as she was taken into his arms. It wasn't long after that she found herself and Harry in a tangled mass of sheets and comfort for the night.
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a/n: so this one was another short chap, but i had to end it here. it was the only place unless i wanted the chap to be hella long. jeez, i have written and posted two chaps in one day. i really have NO life. REVIEW!
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Just as Hermione had told Harry to be, he was sitting in her living room, watching television and waiting for her to get home the next afternoon. She came walking in looking exhausted, but she brightened up immediately when she saw him there.
"Good, you're here," she said she walked over. She kissed him briefly on the lips before running off to her bedroom to change outof her doctor's uniform.
Harry followed her and plopped down in the center of her bed, making himself comfortable while Hermione changed somewhere near the end of the bed. She paused after pulling her shirt on and looked at him.
"Your jaw isn't swollen, I see," she said as she continued dressing.
"No, that ice brought the swelling down. It's still sore though."
He closed his eyes and took in the scent of her room. The scent of -her-. It was something between lavender and vanilla. A perfect blend.
Harry opened his eyes when he felt the weight of the bed being pressed down. He looked up to see that she was sitting next to him, looking down at his face. Her long brown hair formed a curtain around them as she kised him once again.
"You're wearing robes, I see," Hermione said as she pulled away. Harry stood up and walked to the other room with her.
"Yeah, it's the first time in ten years. I'm surprised they still fit." Harry brushed some lint off of the shoulder of his green velvet robes. He looked over and saw his face in a mirror nearby. His face that had been pale no more than a week ago had color in it. And his eyes that were lifeless now sparkled brightly. All because of her.
"Ready to go?" Hermione said from the doorway.
Harry nodded and walked ove to the door. She walked out first and Harry closed the door behind them. He reached up and took her hand, lacing his fingers in her as they walked out to her car.
Hermione got in on the driver's side and waited until Harry was ready before driving for a half hour to the Leaky Cauldron.
Upon arriving, Harry felt very nervous. His hands were shaking and his head felt like it was spinning. He was barely aware of getting out of the car. Hermione took ahold of his hand as they walked into the establishment.
Upon entering, Harry and Hermione met silence. All eyes were on him. And he felt like he was going to be sick. A series of whispers flew throughout the crowd and then choas broke out. Everyone was running up to greet Harry and welcome him back. Many people asked where he had been, but Hermione just steered them towards the back of the pub to the same walled up courtyard that weould take the to Diagon Alley.
The archway appeared and they walked through. Harry inhaled the scent of the air. It was cold and burned his nose, but the smell was still the same. The smell of magic.
Harry and Hermione were both relieved that they weren't bombarded as they had been in the pub, but they didnt swell on the thought and instead walked down the large street.
Harry stopped outside of Quality Quidditch Supplies and looked longingly at the window display. The newest broom on the market was showcased and he felt sad that he could never ride one again.
Hermione saw how his face fell and she drug him away from the window and off to Gringotts where she needed to get money exchanged.
They walked inside and a few of the patrons turned and looked at him. They smiled brightly and some of them came over to talk. It was meaningless conversation that still made Harry feel so happy just becaue they were magical people he was talking to and not just muggles like he had become accustomed to.
Hermione tapped him on the shoulder and pulled him to the nearest available window as he said his goodbyes to the small group of people. He smiled at the goblin in the window, who in return gave him a very confused look.
"I need to exchange this," Hermione said as she handed the goblin a wad of about five hundred pounds. Harry looked at the money and then looked at her.
"Where the hell do you get that kind of money?" he asked.
"I'm very good at what I do," Hermione simply replied as the goblin handed her back a very weighty bag full of coins.
"Yes, you are," Harry said as they walked back out into the cold of the street.
Hermione immediately pulled him over into Flourish and Blotts. She needed a new book to read in her spare time. What she wanted was beyond Harry, but he still browsed through the shop with her until he ran into a familiar face.
Neville Longbottom dropped the book he was looking at and backed into the nearest bookshelf. Harry smiled at Neville brightly, laughing lightly at how he had startled Neville.
"Harry?" Neville said in disbelief. Harry nodded. "Is it really you?" Neville asked.
"Yeah, it's really me," Harry said as he watched Hermione walk to another shelf.
"How the hell are you?" Neville said as he walked over and slapped Harry on the back.
"I'm good. It's been a while since I've seen you," Harry said.
"Yeah, it's been a while since -anyone- has seen you, though. Where in the bloody hell have you been?" Neville asked.
"I've been living in Scotland for a while," Harry said as he ran a hand through his messy hair. He looked at the strands that had fallen in his face, and he realized hat he needed a haircut.
"But no one of our kind has seen you in ten years!" Neville raised his voice a little louder.
"Yeah, I know," Harry laughed nervously. He didn't want to attract too much attention to the conversation.
"Well the point is that you're back. And now everything will be fine," Neville said. "Anyway, I have to get going. My wife is somewhere around here," he said as he waved goodbye to Harry.
"Honey, come here," Hermione called. Harry smiled at the pet name that she had called him.
"Yeah," He said as he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle. He kissed her temple and looked down at the book. It was mostly text with a few illustrations.
"I need to go and get a new robe. Do you want to go get some lunch first?" she asked as she shut the book.
"I'm not hungry, but if you want to, then that's fine with me."
"No, I'm not very hungry. I'll just have something to eat when we get back," she said as she turned around to wrap her arms around his neck. She leaned up and whispered in his eear, "Maybe I'll have -you-."
Harry beamed brightly and laughed as they walked back outside. The light was growing dim outside as nightfall approached. The temperature had dropped a few more degrees, and it seemed like the street was growing more and more less inhabited by the minute.
"This will be the last stop and then we can leave," Hermione said as they walked in the store. Harry nodded and followed her inside.
"Hello, can I help you?" Madam Malkin walked up to both of them and stopped in her tracks when she caught sight of Harry. "No, it can't be," she said as she put her hand over her chest. "Are you, are you really back?" she stuttered.
"Yeah, I'm really back," Harry said as the woman smiled brightly.
"Oh, this is wonderful," she cried. And then she saw that Hermione was waiting. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I jsut got lost in the moment. Can I help you, Dear?"
"Yes, I need to get some new robes."
"Well then step up and we'll have you measured and ready in no time."
Hermione went and stood on a stool in front of a mirror. She looked at Harry who sat in a shair to her left, gazing at her lovingly. She felt herself blush and then she looked at Madam Malkin who was walking up to her.
"What color would you like?" she asked.
About twenty minutes later they walked outside with Hermione's baby blue ribes in a large box that Harry was carrying. Nightfall had bathed the street in darkness and they saw that they wre among some of the only people left on the street, save a few other people that looked to be closing up shops.
They headed back out the way they came, through the Leaky Cauldron and drove back to Hermione's apartment.
They walked in and dropped the robes' box on the table by the door. Harry immediately walked in the kitchen and began to rumage through the refrigerator for something to eat. Hermione came in shortly therafter and looked through the cabinets for food.
Satisfied with what they had both found, they sat on opposite ends of the couch from each other, muching happily. They found a movie on the television and were happy to watch it in silence until the end. Hermione was awake when it was over, but she looked down to se Harry asleep with his head leaned back on the cushion.
She laughed and got up quietly from her position and walked into her bedroom. She pulled out a piece of parchment and found a good quill. She sat down and wrote a short note to Ron about how she had found out why Harry had left. She told him that they were back together and that Harry had been introduced back into the wizarding world. She finished up the letter and sealed it shut just as she heard Harry calling her name from the living room.
"I'm in here," she called as she walked over to her sleeping owl in his cage asleep in the corner of the room.
Harry came walking in and saw her fastening the later to the owl's leg. She let it out the window and closed it quickly, the cold wind biting at her nose.
"Who was that for?" Harry asked.
"Oh, just a note to Ron. I had to tell him that you're back," she said as she was taken into his arms. It wasn't long after that she found herself and Harry in a tangled mass of sheets and comfort for the night.
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a/n: so this one was another short chap, but i had to end it here. it was the only place unless i wanted the chap to be hella long. jeez, i have written and posted two chaps in one day. i really have NO life. REVIEW!