A/n: I'm so sorry, I got caught up in homework and RPing! So here it is at
long last, G is for Granger!
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Harry sat at the Leaky Cauldron, ordering drink after drink after drink. Many people were there, all watching him, watching him drink, watching him breath, watching him hang is head low. Men and women, skinny and fat, tall and short, all watching him. But of course being a part of one of the best quidditch teams would get you that kind of fame, not only to mention that he was the 'Boy who Lived', Harry James Potter.
Hermione Victoria Granger, the named rolled off his tongue and thoughts, Hermione Victoria Potter that fit and rolled too. Hermione Victoria Granger should become Hermione Victoria Potter, why not! Yes Hermione Potter. But why didn't she admit to love?
He ran his fingers threw his messy jet-black hair, wondering why. He looked up only to see some girls eyeing him, all sipping their water. Harry rolled his eyes, water. He drank deeply from his foaming mug, getting drunker. Only one thing was on his mind Hermione Victoria Granger, and nothing, not beer, not girls, nothing could get that name out of his head.
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Hermione packed her bags, she knew she would have to move, maybe just to the flat below her, just so Harry wouldn't know were she lived. She abset mindly picked up her cat and put it into the cat carrier. She looked around the empty flat, empty except for two suitcases, the cat carrier and a picture frame. The picture frame had two pictures in it, one on top of the other. One was of herself with her arms draped around Harry's and Ron's shoulders; they were all smiling. That was taken from when they graduated from Hogwarts. The other picture was of Victor, he was smiling, a cheeky boyish grin. That was taken just a couple months ago when he came to vist.
She picked up the picture frame and stuffed it into a suitcase. The empty flat was depressing; she looked around for somewhere to sit and decided on the island. After sifting herself onto the island she thought of Harry, wondering where he was, what he was doing. "NO Victor, not Harry" her head screamed at her.
"I can't stand this", Hermione yelled out loud, and with that she disappeared.
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Harry looked at the newcomer who had just appeared in a dark corner of the Leaky Cauldron. Another girl. He rolled his eyes and turned back to his drink, sipping it down. The girl came over, he didn't look at her "More water", he thought. But she didn't order water, surprising enough, but the same thing he was drinking, very surprising. He thought of taking a glance at her, but he didn't dare, he didn't want to replace Hermione. But if she didn't want him, which he was pretty sure of, then he would let a girl get away. So he decided to take a glance at her.
"Hello" Harry said, sticking his arm out as if to shake hands
"Hey" the girl didn't look at him, only at her drink, but her voice seemed familiar.
"I'm, Harry, who are you?"
"My friends call me Herm."
"Oh, that's cool, I call one of my friends Herm." his eyes light up, Hermione, the name threatened to roll off his tongue, Hermione Victoria Granger was even more threating.
"What's her name?" she still didn't look at Harry.
"Hermione" the name, the rest rolled off "Hermione Victoria Granger." The girl sitting next to him stumbled back, seeing green eyes staring at her, the very old innkeepers too. She hastily thrusted some coins into the innkeepers hands.
"Hermione?" Harry yelled out. It was Hermione who was sitting next to him, how stupid was he. Her eyes widen. She had came to escape Harry, to get tipsy, to forget, not to run into him.
"Stay please stay!" he pleaded with her, his eyes, big and childlike.
"Please stay." But he was to late, she had already disappeared, but he wasn't going to give up this time.
"Put it on the tab, Tom" he told the innkeeper, and disappeared, in pursuit of his love.
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A/n: I'm so sorry about not getting this up before, and I'm also going to blame reading at night times. And I am going to try and get in one chapter per week!
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Harry sat at the Leaky Cauldron, ordering drink after drink after drink. Many people were there, all watching him, watching him drink, watching him breath, watching him hang is head low. Men and women, skinny and fat, tall and short, all watching him. But of course being a part of one of the best quidditch teams would get you that kind of fame, not only to mention that he was the 'Boy who Lived', Harry James Potter.
Hermione Victoria Granger, the named rolled off his tongue and thoughts, Hermione Victoria Potter that fit and rolled too. Hermione Victoria Granger should become Hermione Victoria Potter, why not! Yes Hermione Potter. But why didn't she admit to love?
He ran his fingers threw his messy jet-black hair, wondering why. He looked up only to see some girls eyeing him, all sipping their water. Harry rolled his eyes, water. He drank deeply from his foaming mug, getting drunker. Only one thing was on his mind Hermione Victoria Granger, and nothing, not beer, not girls, nothing could get that name out of his head.
~*~
Hermione packed her bags, she knew she would have to move, maybe just to the flat below her, just so Harry wouldn't know were she lived. She abset mindly picked up her cat and put it into the cat carrier. She looked around the empty flat, empty except for two suitcases, the cat carrier and a picture frame. The picture frame had two pictures in it, one on top of the other. One was of herself with her arms draped around Harry's and Ron's shoulders; they were all smiling. That was taken from when they graduated from Hogwarts. The other picture was of Victor, he was smiling, a cheeky boyish grin. That was taken just a couple months ago when he came to vist.
She picked up the picture frame and stuffed it into a suitcase. The empty flat was depressing; she looked around for somewhere to sit and decided on the island. After sifting herself onto the island she thought of Harry, wondering where he was, what he was doing. "NO Victor, not Harry" her head screamed at her.
"I can't stand this", Hermione yelled out loud, and with that she disappeared.
~*~
Harry looked at the newcomer who had just appeared in a dark corner of the Leaky Cauldron. Another girl. He rolled his eyes and turned back to his drink, sipping it down. The girl came over, he didn't look at her "More water", he thought. But she didn't order water, surprising enough, but the same thing he was drinking, very surprising. He thought of taking a glance at her, but he didn't dare, he didn't want to replace Hermione. But if she didn't want him, which he was pretty sure of, then he would let a girl get away. So he decided to take a glance at her.
"Hello" Harry said, sticking his arm out as if to shake hands
"Hey" the girl didn't look at him, only at her drink, but her voice seemed familiar.
"I'm, Harry, who are you?"
"My friends call me Herm."
"Oh, that's cool, I call one of my friends Herm." his eyes light up, Hermione, the name threatened to roll off his tongue, Hermione Victoria Granger was even more threating.
"What's her name?" she still didn't look at Harry.
"Hermione" the name, the rest rolled off "Hermione Victoria Granger." The girl sitting next to him stumbled back, seeing green eyes staring at her, the very old innkeepers too. She hastily thrusted some coins into the innkeepers hands.
"Hermione?" Harry yelled out. It was Hermione who was sitting next to him, how stupid was he. Her eyes widen. She had came to escape Harry, to get tipsy, to forget, not to run into him.
"Stay please stay!" he pleaded with her, his eyes, big and childlike.
"Please stay." But he was to late, she had already disappeared, but he wasn't going to give up this time.
"Put it on the tab, Tom" he told the innkeeper, and disappeared, in pursuit of his love.
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A/n: I'm so sorry about not getting this up before, and I'm also going to blame reading at night times. And I am going to try and get in one chapter per week!