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A/N: I know you guys are so happy that I have the 3rd chapter here! YAH! I had horrible writers block, because my wonderful muse decided to take a vacation to the Bahamas, and yet didn't tell me (hehe). So I'm back, and thanks for everyone who enjoys my new fic, Gryffindor Boys! I'm writing two more fics, (YAH! MORE!!) so be on the look out for them! R/R!!

And another thing, yeah, the photos were Wizarding photos, so they were moving. Just so that clears it up :)

C'est la Vie

Chapter 3-The Misty Cup

Birds were chirping outside the window, cats in the alley were purring, and Ron Weasley was trying desperately to wake up his best friend, Harry Potter.

"Goddamn, Harry!" Ron shoved Harry's shoulder again. "Why won't you wake up? You turn into a rock or something?" He looked at his friend again, then picked up one of his pillows and threw it at him hard. Harry grunted, then turned over to continue sleeping.

"NO!" Ron collapsed on his bed, looking out the window. "Oh shut up, birds." He looked at Harry again. "Well, if that does wake him up, maybe this will..." he went over to his trunk, and pulled out a Fizzle Firework Fred and George had given him for his birthday last year, as a celebration that the Weasley Wizard Wheezes were finally going on the right track.

Ron smiled evilly, taking the tip of his wand to the small string and muttering, "Inflamare." The tip started to fizzle, and Ron tossed it onto Harry's bed. He watched for a minute, then deciding it was best to take cover behind his trunk. He closed his eyes and plugged his fingers into his ears.

The firework exploded on Harry's bed.

Harry yelped, staring as fireworks exploded two inches from his face. He turned to look at Ron's bed, noticing it was empty. Maybe already gone down to breakfast... The fireworks finally subsided, and Harry heard sniggering. He got out of bed still in his drawers, and looked down at Ron.

Ron looked up and smiled. "Good morning, mate. How'd you sleep?"

Harry shook his head. "Was that really necessary?"

Ron grinned. "Yes, very necessary."

Harry looked at him strangely, then kicked open his trunk and pulled out some clothes. He mumbled something about not being able to get some sleep, and shut the bathroom door behind him. Ron heard the water turn on and Harry yawning.

"Well, at least he's awake now." Ron sighed, laying back on his bed, and opening the room service catalog. "Mmm..." he scanned over the breakfast, lunch, and dinner menus, and headed straight for desert. "Maybe I could tell Mum I wasn't feeling good and get some cake instead of sausage and bacon and..." Ron stopped frowning. "Nah. I'd be stupid to pass up sausage."

Ron heard a knock on the door and opened it. Ginny and Hermione smiled at him, already dressed. Ginny was wearing a summer dress (very Ginny-like) and Hermione wearing a nice shirt and a blue jean skirt. Ron grinned at them.

"Bonjour, dames," he said.

Ginny giggled. "Your accent is atrocious, Ron." She peered into the room over his shoulder. "Where's Harry?"

Ron yawned. "In the shower. Did you know he sleeps like a rock? I had to put one of Fred and George's Fizzle Fireworks on his bed to wake him up. Mind you, he didn't like that much..." he let out a snigger.

Hermione scowled at him. "I don't blame him for not liking it. I wouldn't like it much either."

Ginny smiled at her. "I've got to tell Fred and George. They'll be so happy...they're little itty bitty brother is turning into a prankster just like them...they'll be so proud of him!" She laughed.

Hermione smiled slightly, then looked over at Ron who was coloring. "Aw, come on Ron, you know it's funny."

Ron glared at them. "Gazon hors fonction!" He shot them an evil look, then shut the door. Ginny opened her mouth, then turned to Hermione.

"He's not in a good mood, now is he?" she giggled.

Hermione nodded, obviously not pleased with Ron's mood too. "Well, Gin, let's go to breakfast, and not save Ron any."

Ginny held her hand on her stomach. "Sure Herm, but I'm not very sure if I can eat at least half as much as he eat...he's a bottom-less pit. It never ends. I hate being a girl," she added, frowning.

"Why?" Ginny looked up at Hermione and looked away. "Oh...well, I hate being a girl then too." They exchanged a smile. "Come on, I'm hungry."

They walked down to the lobby, where Mrs. Weasley was waiting for them. She smiled at her daughter and Hermione, then frowned. "I thought you two were going to get the boys."

Hermione shook her head. "Harry was in the shower, and I suppose we said something to upset Ron and he shut the door in our face." She shrugged.

"Gazon hors fonction...what the bloody hell does that mean?" Ginny asked. Charlie strolled in and glared at her sister.

"Language, Ginny, language." He scolded her, then poked her stomach. "Why do you want to know?"

"Ron told us that before he shut the door."

Charlie laughed. "That figures. Leave it to Ron to learn all the insults in French." He laughed again and went into the dinning room.

Ginny turned to Hermione. "I still don't understand! What the hell does it mean?" Hermione shrugged and they both let out a small giggle.

"Come on girls!" Fred called to them. "Don't you want to eat something before we get it all?"

Ginny looked at Hermione seriously. "Come on Hermione. We better go. Or they will eat it all."

They walked into the dinning room, finding their table easily, (it was the largest one in the room and the one with the most food) and sitting down. Fred looked over to George, who was eyeing Hermione suspiciously, then looked over to his twin, and nodded. "Full to go."

Bill looked at his twin brothers. "What are you two talking about now?"

George looked up innocently. "Nothing," they piped together.

Harry and Ron entered the room, both looking rather grumpy and tired. Ron sat down next to Bill and Harry sat down next to Hermione. They both grumbled a hello, and started to pick food for their breakfast.

"Good morning, Harry," Hermione said. She sent him a cheerful smile.

Harry snapped out of his grumpy mood and gave her a smile in return. "'Morning, Hermione." He yawned. "How'd you sleep?"

She used the side of her fork to cut off a piece of sausage. "Alright, you?"

He smiled. "Never better." He looked at Ron. "He just had to wake me up with a Fizzle Firework."

Fred sputtered on his orange juice. He turned to his little brother. "Oh, Ron, you did?" His voice was light. "Oh, I'm so proud of you! Icky little Ronnikins is becoming one of us, Gred!"

George smiled. "Oh Forge, did you think this day would ever come?"

Ron's ears turned pink. "Shut up." The twin's laughter rang through the room.

Harry cleared his throat. "Er, Mr. Weasley, do you know a place where I could change our money into French money?"

Mr. Weasley rubbed his chin. "I'm afraid not, Harry. I got ours changed at Gringotts..."

Harry smiled. "Alright, thanks. I suppose I'll just go wandering around to see if I can find a wizarding bank or something of the sort." He looked around the table, and saw Ron reaching for his fifth pancake. "I don't know how you eat so much, Ron..."

Ron looked up at him, his mouth full. He grinned. "Oh, it's easy 'Arry. I've always ate this 'uch. I s'cose it's somethinfk' to do 'ith 'eans."

Hermione looked at him. "Ron, why don't you try that again, and when your mouth isn't full."

Ron chewed quickly, and looked like a painful swallow. "Like I was saying," he glared over at Hermione, "I've always ate this much. I suppose it's something to do with my Weasley geans, eh, Dad?"

Mr. Weasley looked up from his food, and swallowed. "What'd you say Ron?" Mrs. Weasley shook her head at her husband. "What Molly?"

She kept shaking her head.

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Harry was unimpressed. "This is Paris?" He looked around. "It looks a bit dirty, if you ask me."

Hermione smiled at him. "Oh come on Harry, lighten up." Harry didn't understand why, but as soon as she said it, he did lighten up. "We're supposed to be looking for a wizarding bank, not judging the city." She looked around at the shops. "And besides, I found a brochure that shows all of the great places in Paris, so there." She smiled at them.

Ginny shook her head, but she was grinning. "Alright, well, let's go down this street." She turned to Ron. "You do have a map, don't you?"

Ron scratched his head, and patted his pockets. He felt a paper slip inside of one and nodded. "Sure thing, sis."

She smiled at him. "Let's go then."

Harry walked next to Hermione for a while, and heard her gasp and whisper things to him when he saw stores she would like to come in. "But we better find a bank first. We need to get some money." She looked down at her feet.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Harry put a hand on her shoulder and cupped her chin in his hand. "You feeling okay?"

She nodded slowly. "I'm fine, Harry. Just a bit tired, I suppose." She looked up at him, then her eyes went beyond him and focused on Ginny and Ron. They were skipping, holding hands, and singing. "People are going to begin thinking that we're insane."

Harry grinned. "So? Let them." He grabbed her hand and began to pull her up to where Ron and Ginny were and began singing with them. He looked at Hermione, and flashed her a smile. "Come on, Herm! Just a few notes! Your voice can't be worse than mine!" He smiled.

She looked at him, then smiled back. "Alright." She sang with them. They all skipped down the street and sang until someone finally said - "SHUT UP!"

"I told you, Ron." Ginny pouted. She looked at her brother, then laughed. "Goddamn, don't do that!"

Ron smiled broadly. "I'm starving!" He checked his watch, then scratched his head. "How much of a time difference is London from Paris?" He shook his head. "Well, on London time, it's lunch time! Let's go!" he took Ginny's hand again. Harry shook his head at his friend, then looked at Hermione.

"Shall we go, my lady?" He offered his arm out to her to take. She looked up at him shyly, then smiled.

"Yes we shall." She took his arm and they began to walk down the street. They caught up with Ron and Ginny. Ron was scanning a menu inside the restaurant. Ginny was looking bored. "What looks good Ron?"

Ron looked up. "I dunno...how do you even read these French menus?" Hermione pushed him aside and took a good look at the menu. She ran her finger down the list of foods and drinks. "Well, Hermione, what looks good?"

She kept looking at it. "Well, I think that this looks good. It's a BLT. And this - " she pointed to another French item on the menu, " - looks good also. It's shrimp pasta. I think you'd like that Ginny. And maybe..." she looked down the list again. She rubbed her chin in frustration. "Maybe another kind of sandwich for you, Harry?"

Harry grinned at her. "I don't care. As long as it isn't some kind of bug, I'm fine with it." He smiled at her. She smiled back and turned back to the menu.

"Well, maybe we should go inside, and ask what's good."

Ron glowered at her. "Yeah, they say something and it turns out to be slugs." He shuddered at the remembrance of his encounter with scargot.

"Honestly, Ron, you have one bad encounter with French food and you've completely given up on it." Ginny shook her head at her brother. "You should just pick something random off the menu and try it. It's good for you to try diverse kinds of food. Look at me! Since I met Zoey, I've been eating Indian food as much as I can. Trust me, I would have never eaten some unless she convinced me too." She licked her lips. "It's really good. I'm sure French food is just as good."

"I doubt that," Ron muttered.

Hermione stood in the center of the entrance room, picking up a menu and flicking through it again. She looked over to the both where the hostess would stand. Currently it was empty. She looked at Harry, who was watching her closely. She grinned at him. Harry grinned for a moment, then turned his head away, his face coloring.

A blonde woman came to the both and smiled at them, flashy perfect pearly white teeth. "Bonjour."

"Er-hello," Hermione stammered.

The French girl didn't look pleased. "Oh." She said. "British."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other nervously. Ron gazed at the girl, smiling broadly. He pushed Harry over to one side and took the hostess's hand and kissed it softly. "Bonjour, dame." He looked up at her face, to see her smiling.

"Bonjour," she said still smiling. She seemed to like Ron. "Well, perhapz, we shall get you all a zeat? Yes..." She picked up four menus and beckoned them to follow her. She led them to a large booth with large leather seats, and a nice white table cloth, with the napkins folded into the shape of swans.

"Do you know what you would to drink?" she had a thick French accent. Ron smiled at her.

"Perhaps, iced tea?" He looked at all of them and they agreed. He looked back at the girl and smiled again. She blushed.

"Very good. I shall leave you to decide what your meal is." She turned around awkwardly, then left. Ron stared after her for a minute, then turning to Harry who was sitting across from him and next to Hermione.

"She's hot!" He looked back at her, then smiled. "I should have know Paris was a good place to come."

Ginny hit her brother over his shoulder. "Ron! That's really rude." She huffed back into her seat and glared at him.

Hermione agreed. "Yeah, Ron."

Ron shook his head. "Women." He looked over at Harry. "Don't tell me you agree with them."

Harry looked up from his silverware. He had found it very interesting all of a sudden. "Huh?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Men."

The waitress came back and placed the iced teas on the table. "Have you all decided what you all want to eat?"

Ron nodded. "I'll take a BLT." He winked at the waitress and she blushed and scribbled it down. She turned to Ginny.

"Yes?"

Ginny looked at the menu again. "Er, maybe that shrimp salad thing...sounds good..." She blushed deeply. She looked over to Hermione, as if it was her cue to say something. Hermione cleared her throat.

"I'll have the rigatoni tomato pasta." The waitress jotted it down. She turned to Harry.

"Um, I guess I'll get a BLT too..." he caught Ron's eye. Ron smiled, then turned to the waitress. She smiled at him.

"I shall have ze order in a few minutes." She left them alone again.

Harry broke the silence. "I had a dream last night."

Ron sniggered. "So did I."

Hermione scowled at him. "Ron, Harry's dream could be important." She looked at Harry beside her. "What was it about Harry? Was it about You - Know - Who?"

Harry shook his head. "Actually I was on a beach. I've had the dream before. On the plane, to be exact. I was on the beach, and it was a bewitched place so only witches and wizards can see it. My dad too my mum there once." He paused, smiling. "It was a good dream." He stopped there, not wanting to let Hermione know that she was in it, and that she was wearing very little clothes.

Ginny smiled at him. "That sounds like a nice dream, Harry." She looked at her brother. She rolled her eyes and put her head on her hands. "I'm so glad that we could come here," she smiled. "I've heard so many good things about this place."

Ron smiled at her sister. "Oh come on, I'm hungry." He leaned over the table and looked around for their waitress. "Where the bloody hell is she?" He sighed, then looked at all of them. "Blimley, I'm tired. I can't say you are Harry," he sniggered. "He slept all this morning. He sleeps like a rock."

Hermione looked at Harry who was blushing. "Thanks for telling everyone Ron."

Ron leaned back in his chair. "Oh come on Harry. It's not embarrassing to say you sleep well." He looked around the room again. "Damnit, where's my food?"

Ginny slapped her brother behind his head. "Stop acting barbaric. It's very disturbing."

The waitress brought their food then. "Here you go." She placed the plates down at the owner and smiled at them. "If you need anything at all, be zure to call for Pauline." She smiled at them.

Ron smiled down at his BLT, feeling himself loose control and stuffing a side of it in his mouth. Harry on the other hand took a small bite of his, chewing slowly. He watched Hermione pick up one noodle at a time with her fork, dip it in more sauce, then bring it slowly up to her lips. He saw it enter her mouth and her chew thoughtfully.

He didn't truly know why he was so wondered by this, but he was, and the fact that he was made him even more confused than he already was. Harry didn't know why his heart jumped up into his throat when she smiled at him, he didn't know he suddenly felt light headed when she touched him, or why his stomach dropped like a pit when she looked at him.

"Harry? Are you feeling alright? You barley touched your lunch." Hermione looked at him strangely.

Harry smiled at her. "I'm fine, Hermione." He looked at her lunch. "Is that any good?"

She smiled at him. "Yeah it is." She pushed her bowl towards him. "Want a bite?"

He picked up his fork from the table. "Sure." He picked up a piece of pasta and put it in his mouth. He chewed for a moment, then smiled at her. "It's good." He looked over to his plate. "Want some of my BLT?"

She looked at the sandwich. "Well, maybe just a bite." He grinned at her, and felt the butterflies in his stomach fluttering widely. He took the other half of his sandwich and held it out for her to take a bite. She bit off the end and chewed slowly. She smiled at him. "Very nice."

Harry smiled back and looked at across the table. Ron and Ginny were watching them closely, their mouths slightly open. Ron coughed suddenly, and nudged his sister. "Well, are you two done feeding each other?"

Harry and Hermione blushed and looked down at their plates. A roar of thunder erupted the silence. "Aw, damn." Ron looked out the window, and saw dark clouds hovering above. "It looks like it's going to rain." He turned back to the table. "We better get the check so we can get back to the hotel before the it breaks out."

He looked around for the waitress, then spotting her, called out for her. "Pauline!" She turned. Ron beckoned her over to their table. "Could I have the check please, and maybe your phone number...?"

She blushed and nodded. "I shall be back with ze check in a moment." Ron smiled at her. She returned a minute later with the check enclosed in a blue case and a small white paper on top. Ron took it, studying it closely, then smiled and putting it into his pocket.

They paid for the bill, and left, walking down the Paris street. Another clap of thunder erupted, and Ginny gave out a shriek. She held her arms over her head and looked at all of them. "It's raining!" She frowned. Sure enough, rain poured down onto their head in thick, wet droplets, soaking them to the bone. She looked at her brother. "Let's go find someplace where we can stay dry."

"A little late for that," Ron murmured.

Hermione looked at Harry, through the sheets of water and smiled at him. Harry noticed how her wet hair was clinging to her face and how good her clothes looked wet, clinging to the curves of her body...Harry fought the urge to just reach out and touch her.

"Come on, Harry!" Hermione took his hand. Harry looked down at it, and felt his head feel light headed again. He felt like he was floating, above Ron and Ginny, above the clouds, with Hermione. Just floating in a heavenly peace...

He looked around and saw the Ron and Ginny were already making a run for the hotel. Hermione was tugging on his hand, trying to pull him out of his daze. He looked at her strangely, and she was begging him with her eyes.

Oh her eyes. The big brown puppy dog eyes, that if Harry looked into, he melted. Harry really thought he would become a big puddle right there, just staring into those beautiful eyes, flecked with hints of gold. She was tugging on his hand again. He looked down at her. "Harry!" She pulled on his arm. "Move!"

Harry tripped. He went into a puddle, catching himself with his knee and the heal of his hand. The only problem was that he was still holding Hermione's hand and brought her down too. Hermione landed on her bottom, still holding his hand. Harry had a hand near her waist, and a knee between her legs.

There was an awkward silence. They both were staring at each other, faces only inches apart. Harry could feel her breath against his cheek. His heart was beating louder than a drum in his ribs. He was afraid that she would hear it. Her brown eyes boar in his emerald. He swallowed a hard lump in his throat. If someone had walked by, and seen them, they'd think it was an erotic scene, a boy leaning over a girl in a rather, sensual, manner, and rain pouring down their bodies.

"HARRY! HERMIONE!"

They both turned their heads, noticing their noses bumping lightly. They turned to see Ron and Ginny trying to find them through the rain. They looked at each other for another moment, before Harry coughed strangely, then stood up, and pulled her up as well. She looked flustered, running her hands down over her hips trying to straighten her skirt as much as possible.

Harry could see her shirt was wet and needed to be ironed badly, and through the wet shirt, he could make out something under her shirt...most likely to be her bra...

She coughed, and Harry saw two red headed blurs running toward them. Ginny put an arm around her shoulders. "Oh Hermione! You're even more wet than I am! We have to get you inside! And you too, Harry," she added. She steered Hermione up the street (they're about the same height, Ginny a few inches taller) and Ron clasped Harry's shoulder.

"Come on, mate." He steered Harry through the ran after Hermione and Ginny. They found the two girls waiting for them at then entrance of a café. Ron studied the name of it. "The Misty Cup." He grinned. "Interesting. Does it make you cry?"

Hermione shivered. "I d-don't care." She shivered again. "I'm f-freezing."

Harry nodded in agreement. "Me t-too." They both exchanged a small smile. Ron was sizing the place up.

"It doesn't look to friendly, though, does it? The windows covered with black curtains? The OPEN sign is about to burn out."

Ginny scowled at him, and pushed open the door. "It's a typical café, Ron. Most café's people wear black stuff." She stepped inside, and heard Hermione sigh of the warm air. They went over to a small table that seated four people and sat down.

Ron eyed the wiry chairs. "You sure these can hold me?"

Ginny tugged on her brother's shirt. "Sit down, you git." She looked around. "Hermione and Harry should get some coffee or some tea." She looked around. "I'll go order some. Alright, coffee or tea you two?"

Hermione shivered. "Tea please." Harry agreed silently, shivering. Hermione leaned her head on his shoulder, and Harry could feel her trembling.

"Hermione, come here." It was Ron. Harry turned to look at him. He was holding his arms out for Hermione to come into. Harry knew that Ron was just trying to warm her up, and that she wouldn't get warm and dry by leaning on Harry, but when he put his arms around her, Harry felt anger rise up into him.

Ginny came back a moment later, carrying two cups of steaming tea and a couple of blankets tossed over her arms. She placed a cup in front of Harry and another in front of Hermione. She took the blankets from her arms and draped one over Hermione's shoulder and the other on Harry's shoulders.

Hermione smiled at her. "Thanks Ginny." She took a sip of her tea and looked over to Harry who was sipping his also. She looked around the room and saw a poster announcing something in French. Hermione took a closer look, to realize that the it had a subtitle in English.

Featuring today only:

Poet Francis Pollus

Hermione smiled. "I think we're on time for this poet!" She leaned forward, putting her elbows on the table, sipping her tea. She looked at Ginny, who was obviously very interested also in hearing this poet perform his work.

Sure enough, a man in all black clothes, sunglasses and a French beret. He had a small blonde goatee and lightly buzzed side burns. He walked up to the microphone and the room was applauding.

"Thank you, thank you." He smiled. "This poem, goes out to the woman I love." He cleared his voice. He had a deep, round voice, that you usually hear in movies. He read:

"She is my air, my lungs, and mind,

When I'm with her, I leave my trouble behind.

The wind flying through her hair, the sun on her skin,

It reminds me that she of what she loves, and the part of her sin.

The sky is always bluer, the sun always brighter,

The grass is always greener, and my mind is always lighter.

I love her."

The crowd broke into applause again and Hermione smiled. "Men poets are so sensual." She looked back at Harry and Ron, then Ginny. "Don't you agree, Ginny?"

Ginny nodded slowly. Breaking her gaze from the poet, she smiled meekly at them. "He's kind of cute," she said blushing. Ron looked out raged. He started to pound his head on the table. "Ron, it's not like I'm going to date him or anything. I'm saying he's cute. You should hear how many times I say a boy is cute at school-" she cut off, blushing.

Hermione giggled at her. She stood up, twirling. The blanket swayed on her shoulders. Harry watched her in amazement, wondering why he never realized this before.

It hit him like a ton of bricks. Falling past his head and weighing his hear into his stomach. He watched her wet hair stick to her face, her clothes cling to her body. Her eyes sparkling...He smiled at her. He couldn't think. He couldn't do anything about it. He just knew. And he wondered why it took this long to figure it out. He had all the symptoms. All the signs. He was stuck.

Then the picture came to his mind. How they were always snuggling together. How he had the dream. Fred and George must have known that he liked her. Why else would they have acted so giddy when they showed him that picture of them cuddling on the plane? Why else would they have boasted that they had another one of them in the taxi? He came to the simple fact that he realized when he entered the Misty Cup.

Harry was in love with Hermione.

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A/N: YES! YES! YES! Finally, Harry has figured it out, and soon, we'll find out how Hermione feels! The chapters should come out a lot quicker now that Harry isn't confused about his feelings about Hermione anymore. YAH! Well, thanks to everyone who likes my story so much! I had a really bad case of writers block, but now it's gone! YAH! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'M NOT A POET! DON'T KILL ME!! Hehe, well, stay tuned for Chapter 4-One for the Girl.

Later Babes~

Kate