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*** HAPPILY EVER AFTER?
*** "Where are they?" asked Ron. He, along with Lavender, Seamus and Ginny had arrived at the England mansion a few minutes before. There was no sign of Harry and Hermione anywhere. "I saw them leave about an hour ago," he was told by one of the team's Beaters, Nathan Huxley. Nathan had blonde hair which was so long he actually had to tie it back to stop it from getting in his eyes. His strong muscles were clearly visible beneath his T-shirt and he was sporting a golden suntan. "He's right," said Lavender coming into the lounge room which Ron and Nathan were sitting in. She held up the note she had found in Harry and Hermione's room. "It's says they've gone out. It doesn't say where, though." Ron frowned. "That doesn't sound like them," he commented. Lavender gave him a look. "On second thoughts, it sounds exactly like them," he said. "Are you sure you don't have any ideas where they've gone?" he asked Nathan. "None whatsoever. They tend to keep to themselves." Ginny and Seamus walked into the lounge, laughing about something. A couple seconds, the other members of the England Squad entered the room. Oliver Wood looked rather sunburnt, as did the other England Beater, Christopher Hedbury. Christopher was one of the most popular members of the team. Many people believed he'd be the next Captain when Ed decided to retire. He was dating a famous witch who was a member of a very popular music group. He was also world renowned for his rather extreme haircuts. Trisha McLean was her usual Bohemian self and was chatting quietly with Padma. She had become quite good friends with Padma's sister, Parvati, and the two were often seen hanging around some of the Wizarding world's hottest night clubs. Her normally light brown hair had been bleached blonde by the sun and hung in ringlets down her back. "Are you lot looking forward to the semi-finals?" Ginny asked. Trisha scowled. "Yeah, but we're playing the Americans," she replied. There were groans from a couple of the other team members. "What's so bad about the Americans?" as Ginny. Trisha straightened up. "Awesome! Oh, wow! Like totally freak me out, I mean, right on! USA are number one!" she cried, putting on an American accent. "Their cheerleaders drive you insane!" she moaned. "I've watched the Americans play the Swiss. I've never heard the cheerleaders," said Oliver. "You've also had ten Bludgers to the head during the past three months," pointed out Ed. "Pardon, did you say something?" Oliver asked. "You have to speak in my good ear - I've had ten Bludgers to the head during the last three months!" When everyone burst into laughter, he looked around, confused. "What?" he asked. Nothing," said Seamus. "Go back to your little dream world, Oliver." Oliver rolled his eyes. The fire in the lounge suddenly lit before Oliver could respond, making the heat in the room almost unbearable. A second later, the flames turned to a light blue colour and a female face appeared in the flames. "How's it going, chaps?" she asked. Trisha coughed. "And ladies," the woman added. "You all ready for the match tomorrow?" "We're just about geared up," said Christopher, removing the Muggle baseball cap he was wearing. He fanned himself with it. "What's the weather like back in ol' Blighty, Gwen?" Gwendoline Hardacre was the England Manager. She was responsible for the team and was the first female Manager for the team. She was in her mid-thirties and had short black hair. Gwen sighed. "It just started raining. I'm glad I'm coming out there tomorrow. Wait a sec. Where's Harry?" "He's gone AWOL," explained Padma. "We have no idea where he is. Or Hermione." Gwendoline sighed. "If he's not in by curfew I'll... well, it won't be nice. Tell him that, will you?" Gwen had imposed a strict curfew for the nights before matches. All the players had to be inside the mansion before ten o'clock. "No prob," said Padma. Gwendoline sighed again then disappeared. The fire extinguished itself, returning the room to its normal temperature. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Harry whispered to Hermione as Liberty unlocked her office. "We can always turn back." "No," insisted Hermione. "I want to do this." She kissed him softly to show him that she meant it. He gave her a lopsided grin. "Glad to hear it," Harry said, holding onto her hand tightly. It took a couple of minutes for Liberty to arrange the various paper work, and Harry and Hermione stood in relative silence, still hold hands. "Harry, Hermione, this is my husband, Nicholas and my sister Rebecca. I've asked them to be witnesses here," explained Liberty. Hermione nodded and Harry shook Nicholas's hand. Nicholas was about six foot tall and had sandy blonde hair. He reminded Harry somewhat of Seamus Finnigan. The rest of the short ceremony passed in a blur. Harry felt like he was floating, and could barely remember repeating his vows. He was sure he messed up at some point, but he wasn't really paying much attention. He was too busy staring into Hermione's eyes. Only when he heard Liberty say, "You may now kiss the bride," did he break out of his trance and bent his head so he could kiss Hermione sweetly on the lips. "I present Mr and Mrs Potter," Liberty said as they broke apart. Harry grinned. He was sure he looked like an idiot with the goofy smile on his face, but he didn't care - he was married to Hermione, and that was all he cared about. "I love you," he whispered to Hermione, before kissing Hermione again. When they broke from their kiss, the newlyweds found they were the only ones in the room. "Are you sure she won't say anything to the press?" Hermione asked. Harry nodded and told her he was positive. He picked up a quill from Liberty's desk and wrote a thank you note on a piece of parchment. "Come with me," he said. "I want to show you something." He took hold of her hand and they Disapparated. "Where are we?" Hermione asked in amazement. The scenery around them was breathtaking. The sun was beginning to set and it cast an orange light across the Australian outback. There wasn't another human being, Wizard or Muggle, in sight. Not a sound could be heard coming from anywhere. "Well, Ayres Rock is about fifty miles in that direction," said Harry pointing over his shoulder, "and the mansion is about a hundred in that direction," he told her, pointing straight ahead. "It's amazing," whispered Hermione, awestruck. "So are you," Harry told her. Hermione rested her head on Harry's shoulder. "I could say the same about you," she told him. She turned to face him. "We should be getting back to the mansion, Harry. You've got curfew." Harry scowled. "Dammit. I'd forgotten. Are you going to tell anyone?" Hermione studied the ring on her finger. "If you want to." He considered this for a moment. "No. We'll tell them when the time is right." Hermione nodded and kissed him. "This can be our little secret." "Exactly," agreed Hermione. "Anyway, I want you all to myself!" she said with a wicked grin. Harry narrowed his eyes. "Are you planning something, Mrs Potter?" he asked mischievously. "I might just be," Hermione told him. He kissed her and together, they Apparated back to the mansion, their secret in tact. The secret that Harry was keeping gave him a new lease of life for the semi-final match against the USA the next day. There had only been a few questions as to their disappearance, but once Harry had told them that they had been just spending time together away from everyone else, they all seemed to back down. The crowd at the match was wild. This was the first time that the US has got this far in the World Cup, and so the Americans were showing their support in full force. The Star Spangled Banner could be heard coming for several different places and the entire stadium was decked out in red, white and blue, but this was because England also wore these colour. God Save the Queen and Rule Britannia could be heard from one end of the pitch. Banners with the three lions and St. George's cross were being waved by the England supporters and many had painted their faces in the team colours to show their loyalty. Hermione felt rather nervous up in the press box, not only because of her and Harry's wedding but also because she had developed a liking for Quidditch (especially when Harry played) and England losing would mean that they lost all hope for winning the World Cup. Sure, they'd go through to play for third place against the loser of the other semi-final match, but it wasn't the same. The commentator for the match was a loudmouthed Australian who was extremely opinionated. He had something to say about each of the players, but Hermione wasn't really listening. She was sure that she was mentioned somewhere when he spoke about Harry, but she was too busy rechecking her cameras to notice. She held one of her cameras up to her face. Looking through it, everything was magnified. It was made by the manufacturers of Omnioculars, and had many of the same functions, which made it perfect for sports photography. She spotted Ron, Lavender, Seamus and Ginny sitting up in the top box with Draco Malfoy. Draco was chatting casually with Parvati Patil. Obviously both were there to cheer on Padma. The match started before Hermione even had time to comprehend what was happening. She trained the camera on Christopher Hedbury. She managed to get a few good shots of him before he got hit by a Bludger. Judging by the trail of blood, his nose had been broken by the impact. She took several shots to the rest of the players then focused on Harry. Something about watching him play gave her butterflies in her stomach. She watched as Harry dived. At first she was sure he was attempting the Wronski Feint as the American Seeker, Rudolph Atkins, followed him. They plummeted towards the ground at breakneck speed, and it was only when she heard the Australian commentator, Jack Adams, yell, "Potter has the Snitch! It's all over! England win 270 to 50! Repeat, England win!" Hermione wasn't sure what she was more surprised at, the fact that harry had caught the elusive Golden Snitch in such a short space of time, or the fact that Padma, Trisha and Ed had already managed to score 12 goals between them. Shoving her camera's roughly into their cases, Hermione hurried from the press box up to the top box. She practically threw her ticket for the top box to the usher who collected tickets and slid into her seat beside Ron. Harry had given her the ticket to the top box, but Hermione had decided to go in the press box as there was often a better view there. A minute or so later the England team arrived, looking thoroughly delighted. They were going through to the final. They all had their hands shaken by Liberty Wallace, who gave Harry a cheeky wink. The team then lined up so the crowd could get a good look at them. The top box was almost blinded by the number of camera's going off. After a minute or so, they all broke rank and Harry headed straight to Hermione who enveloped him in a hug. "You were great," she told him. "Well done!" They kissed (causing another eruption of camera flash bulbs) and Harry grinned at her; this was turning out to be the best week of his life. A/N: Chapter Six will probably be completed by Wednesday (if you're lucky). Over the next few chapters, there's probably going to be some dark stuff going on. Some of it will probably be totally out of my normal writing style and quite angsty. There will be some interesting twists, I promise you. Here's a thanks section for Chapter Four:
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Happily Ever After?
By: silvernatasha
***COMPLETED*** The sequel to 'So What Now?'. After seven years at Hogwarts the gang are ready for the real world, but is the real world ready for them?
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Humor - Harry P., Hermione G. - Chapters: 21 - Words: 50,369 - Reviews: 458 - Favs: 74 - Follows: 9 - Updated: Oct 31, 2002 - Published: Mar 20, 2002 - Status: Complete - id: 669417
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