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*** HAPPILY EVER AFTER?
*** "What?" spluttered Ginny. "Are you sure?" The old Witch looked thoughtful. "Well, I can't be sure, but it certainly sounds like it to me. Sounds like she's having a rough time, as well." "Thanks for your help," said Ginny, heading towards the door. She desperately wanted to get home to the Cottage. "You've been great." "No problem, dear," called the old Witch as the door shut behind Ginny with a tinkling of the bell. Smiling, she shook her head, and began to weight out some strange looking powders. Back at the Cottage, Hermione was now awake and downstairs. Looking at her, you wouldn't think there was anything wrong. She was down in the kitchen with Ron and Harry, and laughing at Ron who had almost fallen over, tripping over his own feet. "Are you feeling better?" Ginny asked. Hermione nodded, finishing off the soup that Ron had given her. "I feel great," she proclaimed, "I think that whatever was wrong with me has gone entirely." "Did you get anything at the Apothecary?" Harry asked, folding up his copy of the Daily Prophet. He had been reading a report of the last Cannons versus Harpies game. The Magpies were playing the Harpies in their next match, and he had been trying to see if there was anything interesting. "Oh, no. I wanted to speak to you about that, Herm." She motioned for Hermione to follow her. With a bemused expression on her face, which had regained some of its normal colour, Hermione rose from her seat at the table and followed Ginny into the living room. Ginny shut the door behind them, almost as if she were afraid they were going to be overheard. "What's the matter, Gin?" asked Hermione, confused by her friend's strange behaviour. "I spoke to the lady at the Apothecary," Ginny old her. "Who? Mrs Prattle at the Aldous Apothecary? She's a very nice old lady. A little strange, granted, but very nice." "I don't know her name!" Ginny told her. "But I told her your symptoms and she gave me a very interesting diagnosis." Hermione looked at her sceptically. "The more I think about it, the more I think she's right." "And what did she say exactly?" asked Hermione, folding her arms. It was obvious she thought Mrs Prattle wasn't all there. "That you're pregnant." Any colour which had gone back to Hermione's face, disappeared almost instantly. "Excuse me?" "From what I told her, she thinks you're pregnant. It actually kinda makes sense: throwing up, back ache, head aches..." Ginny gave her a weak smile. "It sounds likely." Hermione looked absolutely shocked. Her gaze focused on the floor, not meeting Ginny's eyes. She was shaking her head slightly, and Ginny could see her lips moving, as if she were repeating the information to herself. She was trying to process this new theory. "That's not quite the diagnosis I was expecting," she said quietly after a minute. "Uh, Ginny, I, uh, I have to go and see Harry," she said. She fumbled slightly, trying to open the door. It was as if the handle wouldn't do what she wanted it to do. After a couple of tries, she managed to open it. Ginny could see her shaking, and followed her silently back to the kitchen. "In all your time with us you have been a valued employee. Your hard work and dedication has help make the Nimbus Corporation what it is. Without your work, I doubt if a lot of the work on Project 17 would have been completed. I know for a fact that you will be sorely missed by all of your colleagues." Seamus bowed his sandy head, looking at the desk in front of him. His eyes focused on the small plaque that read 'Owner of the Nimbus Corporation', the words engraved in the bronze by a very skilled person. The office he was in was a slightly depressing place, with dull beige walls and sensible black funiture. There were, however, photographs and posters on the wall, giving the office, which was obviously a place ofwork, a rather... immature edge. The man in the chair on the other side of the desk probably looked just as unhappy as he did. "Please get to the point, sir." "Very well. There have been a series of rather unfortunate accidents here during the past few weeks. Everyone I've spoken to seem to bring up your name. I think that the only way for this company to move forward, is for you to leave us." "You're firing me?" "No, I couldn't do that." After a moments silence he added, "As you're not too far off leaving anyway, I have put you down for early retirement." "Thank you, sir." "That's no problem." He held up his wand, and pointed it across the desk. He muttered a memory charm, and a few seconds later there was one less person who knew exactly what the Nimbus Corporation did. With a snap of his fingers, two burly men appeared at his side. Upon the sight of a dazed man sitting opposite their boss, they knew exactly what had happened, and escorted him from the building. Placing his wand back in it's holder, Seamus leaned back in his large, leather chair. The Muggle half of him couldn't help but think of a television show called 'Mastermind' whenever he sat in it. Sighing, he pressed the small button on his desk. A buzzing sound could be heard, then a second later, a cheerful female voice filtered through the speaker that also sat on his desk. "Good morning, sir. Is there anything I can do to help you?" "Cancel my three o'clock meeting," he instructed. "I'm not in the mood to meet with a group of drunk Bulgarians. Get me the latest update on Project 17 as well. Oh, and Lara, book me a manicure. My cuticles are in a dreadful state." "Certainly, sir," his secretary said brightly. There was another buzzing sound, and the intercom went dead. Seamus picked up the cup of coffee which was resting on the stack of parchment he had allowed to pile up. He took a swig, and instantly spat the cold, bitter liquid back into the cup. He pressed the intercom button again, and before Lara could say anything, he said, "Get me another cup of coffee. Make sure it's hot this time." He leant back in his chair, resting his head against the back of it. It was just another normal day as the owner of the Nimbus Corporation. A/N: I'm so sorry that this chapter was so short; the next chapter should be out in a few days. Here's a thanks section for Chapter Ten:
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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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