A/N See Alanna run, see Alanna jump, see Alanna no own anything.
Several hours later, Hermione Granger quietly entered the home that she shared with
her fiancee, Harry Potter. It was near 11 p.m. and Hermione should have been home
hours ago.
She had done something terrible. She had gone out on a date with Draco Malfoy and
enjoyed every minute of it. Draco Malfoy: the boy she had hated ever since she had
arrived for her first year of Hogwarts, the one who had called her 'mudblood' for 6
years, the one who hated Harry Potter and all who associated with him.
She thought of their date: she felt giddy even thinking about it. She mentally scolded
herself for thinking of another man besides Harry, but she couldn't help herself. Draco
had taken her dancing at a muggle club and while they danced he held her so close that
she could hear his fast-paced heart beat. She loved to dance. To move with the rhythm
of the music was her passion, a love if you will. She begged Harry hundreds of times to
take her dancing. It didn't matter what kind, as long as she got to dance.
After dancing he took her to a fancy restaurant where Hermione laughed with Draco the
whole time.
She had no idea where the rest of the hours had gone, but there she was: 11 at night
and she was coming home from a date with someone other than her fiancee.
"Hermione?" a groggy voice said.
Hermione spun around. She was face to face with Harry.
"Yeah, it's me," she said quietly.
"Where've you been? I thought you would have been home hours ago," Harry said, taking
her hand.
"Ummmmm," Hermione said, trying to make up a plausible lie. She couldn't think of any
good ones. She thought of telling the truth. No, it would break Harry's heart, and, besides,
she loved him. "I was.....looking at different types of flowers and wines. I also looked for.
.....umm........wedding dresses."
"Did you see any good ones? I'm going to have to go to that store. I need a suit badly and
so does Sirius. Who should be the best man? Ron? That's who I thought to have," he said,
completely gullible. 'He believed my horrible lie,' Hermione thought. 'He believed it.'
That following Saturday was the small party that Harry and Hermione were having to announce
their engagement.
That morning Hermione took a shower and put on a baby blue tank top and a pair of flare jeans.
She brushed through her hair quickly. Her hair was still bushy, but now manageable.
She ran downstairs and quickly made breakfast for herself and Harry.
Harry ran downstairs just as the pancakes Hermione was making were burning.
"Uhhh, Hermione," Harry said gesturing to the pancakes that were turning black.
"Crap!" Hermione ran to the stove and took the pan off the heat and turned the stove off. "Second
time this week," she said to herself. "Why me?"
Laughing, Harry kissed her cheek. Hermione was relieved to see that Harry's kisses still had that
giddy, love-sick school girl effect on her. She would have beed worried if they didn't.
"I'm marrying you for your personality, not your cooking skills, "Harry whispered into her ear. She
giggled. Harry always was able to make her feel better.
"Yes, well, I can guarantee that you'll want a woman who can cook after a few years of putting up
with my cooking," Hermione said, kissing him on the lips. Within moments, the two ex-Hogwarts
students were kissing passionately in their kitchen as though they were still in their 7th year.
Practically ten minutes later, Harry and Hermione finally regained their composure and proceded to
finish up the morning's chores.
Eleven o'clock finally rolled around. It was time for the party to start and their guests began to arrive...
I am sooooooo sorry that it's taken me this long to update. I've been working on my more popular fics
that required a LOT of attention and still do. Whew!
Thanks to reviewers! Wherever you are! (Hopefully you are reading this story, hint hint)
Thanks:
Sam:Well, here it is!
Lady Queenscove:.................ooohhhhh, yes! Alanna: the Mini Series! (Second Chances in Love)
Harry's Angel: We'll see about that........Muahahahahaha!!!!
Amaryllis: Of course she's evil!! She has to be! Then she will give Harry up to Voldie!! It's all part of my
ingenius plan!!!! Muahahahahah!!!! (not really)
Damia: The reason I like D/Hr romances is that there is always a challenge, which is what's going on here.
Conflict! Power to conflict!
Michee: LOL. Woah! Forget the Harry/Ginny thing! I don't do that. Harry can be a bachelor!
RWRox: Hermione Malfoy? Hmmmmmm......I'm gonna have to think on that one.
Shadow Child: Then, have you ever read Song of the Lioness by Tamora Pierce? If you want to know more
just email me. I'm the queen of TP. (hence my penname)
Starshine: I will!
lbj: They did not hate each other in that chapter! When Draco said that to Hermione, he was worried that she
was seeing his sister because she was getting married. You see, Draco loves Hermione, but she doesn't know.
I'm sorry that you don't like this story, so don't read it.
HarryHermione4ever: Thank you.
Violet Blues: Thank you.
Several hours later, Hermione Granger quietly entered the home that she shared with
her fiancee, Harry Potter. It was near 11 p.m. and Hermione should have been home
hours ago.
She had done something terrible. She had gone out on a date with Draco Malfoy and
enjoyed every minute of it. Draco Malfoy: the boy she had hated ever since she had
arrived for her first year of Hogwarts, the one who had called her 'mudblood' for 6
years, the one who hated Harry Potter and all who associated with him.
She thought of their date: she felt giddy even thinking about it. She mentally scolded
herself for thinking of another man besides Harry, but she couldn't help herself. Draco
had taken her dancing at a muggle club and while they danced he held her so close that
she could hear his fast-paced heart beat. She loved to dance. To move with the rhythm
of the music was her passion, a love if you will. She begged Harry hundreds of times to
take her dancing. It didn't matter what kind, as long as she got to dance.
After dancing he took her to a fancy restaurant where Hermione laughed with Draco the
whole time.
She had no idea where the rest of the hours had gone, but there she was: 11 at night
and she was coming home from a date with someone other than her fiancee.
"Hermione?" a groggy voice said.
Hermione spun around. She was face to face with Harry.
"Yeah, it's me," she said quietly.
"Where've you been? I thought you would have been home hours ago," Harry said, taking
her hand.
"Ummmmm," Hermione said, trying to make up a plausible lie. She couldn't think of any
good ones. She thought of telling the truth. No, it would break Harry's heart, and, besides,
she loved him. "I was.....looking at different types of flowers and wines. I also looked for.
.....umm........wedding dresses."
"Did you see any good ones? I'm going to have to go to that store. I need a suit badly and
so does Sirius. Who should be the best man? Ron? That's who I thought to have," he said,
completely gullible. 'He believed my horrible lie,' Hermione thought. 'He believed it.'
That following Saturday was the small party that Harry and Hermione were having to announce
their engagement.
That morning Hermione took a shower and put on a baby blue tank top and a pair of flare jeans.
She brushed through her hair quickly. Her hair was still bushy, but now manageable.
She ran downstairs and quickly made breakfast for herself and Harry.
Harry ran downstairs just as the pancakes Hermione was making were burning.
"Uhhh, Hermione," Harry said gesturing to the pancakes that were turning black.
"Crap!" Hermione ran to the stove and took the pan off the heat and turned the stove off. "Second
time this week," she said to herself. "Why me?"
Laughing, Harry kissed her cheek. Hermione was relieved to see that Harry's kisses still had that
giddy, love-sick school girl effect on her. She would have beed worried if they didn't.
"I'm marrying you for your personality, not your cooking skills, "Harry whispered into her ear. She
giggled. Harry always was able to make her feel better.
"Yes, well, I can guarantee that you'll want a woman who can cook after a few years of putting up
with my cooking," Hermione said, kissing him on the lips. Within moments, the two ex-Hogwarts
students were kissing passionately in their kitchen as though they were still in their 7th year.
Practically ten minutes later, Harry and Hermione finally regained their composure and proceded to
finish up the morning's chores.
Eleven o'clock finally rolled around. It was time for the party to start and their guests began to arrive...
I am sooooooo sorry that it's taken me this long to update. I've been working on my more popular fics
that required a LOT of attention and still do. Whew!
Thanks to reviewers! Wherever you are! (Hopefully you are reading this story, hint hint)
Thanks:
Sam:Well, here it is!
Lady Queenscove:.................ooohhhhh, yes! Alanna: the Mini Series! (Second Chances in Love)
Harry's Angel: We'll see about that........Muahahahahaha!!!!
Amaryllis: Of course she's evil!! She has to be! Then she will give Harry up to Voldie!! It's all part of my
ingenius plan!!!! Muahahahahah!!!! (not really)
Damia: The reason I like D/Hr romances is that there is always a challenge, which is what's going on here.
Conflict! Power to conflict!
Michee: LOL. Woah! Forget the Harry/Ginny thing! I don't do that. Harry can be a bachelor!
RWRox: Hermione Malfoy? Hmmmmmm......I'm gonna have to think on that one.
Shadow Child: Then, have you ever read Song of the Lioness by Tamora Pierce? If you want to know more
just email me. I'm the queen of TP. (hence my penname)
Starshine: I will!
lbj: They did not hate each other in that chapter! When Draco said that to Hermione, he was worried that she
was seeing his sister because she was getting married. You see, Draco loves Hermione, but she doesn't know.
I'm sorry that you don't like this story, so don't read it.
HarryHermione4ever: Thank you.
Violet Blues: Thank you.