Hello, all! Tanky for reviewing my story! I would like to acknowledge the following people:

a love for writing: Gasp! You like my start? Yay!

Butterfly Queen: I know! I'm sick of them too. And I just now realized that I'm reading one of your stories! Amazing…

Luv y'all! Anyway… on with the story!!

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Diagon Alley hasn't changed for years. Harry never expected it to. He strolled down the path, passing shops such as Flourish & Blotts, Eeylops Owl Emporium, Ollivander's, and Quality Quidditch Supplies. He wandered through some of the stores, and sat down in Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor.

"Oh my goodness! Harry?" Harry looked around to locate Hermione Granger herself. She ran up and gave him a big hug, which he returned gratefully. "How are you? I haven't talked to you in a while! What's going on?"

"How about we chat over some ice cream?" Harry proposed. She nodded, and he bought two hot fudge sundaes.

It's amazing how much a person can change in the course of a few years. Hermione had worked at the Ministry for a few years, but she felt it didn't suit her. "How's your life been?"

"I'd say good. I just started my new job at Hogwarts. I'm the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

"Really? Wow! I'm teaching Charms!" Hermione's smile became even greater.

"Seriously? We'll be working together?" At least Harry knew another teacher. He would have no idea of who was teaching there until tomorrow. "I'm sure you'll be a great Charms teacher."

"And I'm POSITIVE you'll be the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher the school has ever had." Harry beamed at this compliment. He looked up at the door to see two people leaving. The first thing he saw was the white-blond hair. Then he caught sight of gray-blue eyes. Malfoy. And the other one… auburn hair, the deep blue eyes that lit up as they laughed. Could it be?

It was. Rose. She never noticed Harry. Or at least to his knowledge. But Rose Donnelly with Malfoy? Harry's worst nightmare had come true. The woman he loved was with his worst enemy. He studied her as she stepped out of the parlor, and into the busy avenue of Diagon Alley. Hermione stared at him with concern. "Harry? Are you okay? What's wrong?"

Harry sighed and said, "Nothing major. I'll live. Have you heard from Ron?"

"Nope. After what happened 7th year, he moved to America and lives a muggle life."

"Oh. Maybe I'll try and owl him." Harry grinned at his idea. As did Hermione. She understood as well as he did.

(A/N: I just kinda needed an explanation as to why Ron was gone. Sorry if you wanna know what happened.)

"I have to go now. I'll see you tomorrow, Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, and she left the parlor. Harry suddenly realized that night was starting to creep into the sky. He grabbed his broomstick, and made his way back to Hogwarts. He went straight to his bedroom and changed into his pajamas. This was the first time he actually took a look around. The only thing that interested him was the four poster bed. Harry sat down on it. It was very soft. He lied down, and immediately fell asleep.

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How you like? I started thinking about writing a co-story thing, you know, from Rose's POV. Yeah. Anyway, review! Please? I'll give you a penny. A nickel? My undying love?

C'mon!!