Nothing's Perfect
The Present
Hermione circled her spoon around her bowl of cereal reading the Daily Prophet, looking at her shares, she thought about her life. How she had promised herself seven years, when her parents divorced, not to fall in love. And here she was, in a beautiful house, with tons of cash, and the most perfect, gorgeous fiancée in the whole world.
She smiled, as she heard the floor boards' creek. This was the sign that her fiancée was up.
He stretched and yawned, walking down the stairs. The sunshine shone across his chest as he ran his fingers through his messy black hair. His eyes searched around the kitchen until they lay upon his stunning fiancée. He smiled, his green eyes sparking as he walked towards her.
"Hi gorgeous, sleep well?" asked Harry hugging Hermione, giving her a peck on the cheek.
"Ummm." was her only reply, as she ate another spoonful of cereal.
"What you reading?" asked Harry trying to get more from her than 'Ummm'.
"Daily Prophet," replied Hermione, "you know how much I love my shares" she continued turning around so she faced him.
"More than me?" questioned Harry, while doing his puppy eyes.
"Awwwwww how can I say yes when your doing that face?" Hermione smiled as he began kissing her.
BRING BRING
They both moaned. "I'll be right back." said Harry, running up the stairs to get his mobile.
Hermione just smiled she always seemed to smile since Harry had proposed to her on Valentines Day. She remembered how romantic it was, her and Harry had been going out for two years, he had asked her to come on a date with her to a Quidditch match, yes quidditch. It was America against England, and James Beckham had caught the snitch. Instead of the board saying "England wins!!!" it said "Hermione will you marry me?" At first Hermione thought it was another Hermione until she looked at Harry, on one knee, with a ring in his hand. She said yes automatically, forgetting all about the past. And since then nothing could put her down.
She was so lucky, she had a perfect life. She should have learned by then, nothing is perfect.
The Present
Hermione circled her spoon around her bowl of cereal reading the Daily Prophet, looking at her shares, she thought about her life. How she had promised herself seven years, when her parents divorced, not to fall in love. And here she was, in a beautiful house, with tons of cash, and the most perfect, gorgeous fiancée in the whole world.
She smiled, as she heard the floor boards' creek. This was the sign that her fiancée was up.
He stretched and yawned, walking down the stairs. The sunshine shone across his chest as he ran his fingers through his messy black hair. His eyes searched around the kitchen until they lay upon his stunning fiancée. He smiled, his green eyes sparking as he walked towards her.
"Hi gorgeous, sleep well?" asked Harry hugging Hermione, giving her a peck on the cheek.
"Ummm." was her only reply, as she ate another spoonful of cereal.
"What you reading?" asked Harry trying to get more from her than 'Ummm'.
"Daily Prophet," replied Hermione, "you know how much I love my shares" she continued turning around so she faced him.
"More than me?" questioned Harry, while doing his puppy eyes.
"Awwwwww how can I say yes when your doing that face?" Hermione smiled as he began kissing her.
BRING BRING
They both moaned. "I'll be right back." said Harry, running up the stairs to get his mobile.
Hermione just smiled she always seemed to smile since Harry had proposed to her on Valentines Day. She remembered how romantic it was, her and Harry had been going out for two years, he had asked her to come on a date with her to a Quidditch match, yes quidditch. It was America against England, and James Beckham had caught the snitch. Instead of the board saying "England wins!!!" it said "Hermione will you marry me?" At first Hermione thought it was another Hermione until she looked at Harry, on one knee, with a ring in his hand. She said yes automatically, forgetting all about the past. And since then nothing could put her down.
She was so lucky, she had a perfect life. She should have learned by then, nothing is perfect.