Chapter Two
Metro
Author's Note:
I am the future wife of Harry Potter/ Daniel Radcliffe/ Jimmy Fallon/ Orlando Bloom/ Shane West/ Leo Di Caprio/ Brad Pitt/ Tom Cruise/ etc..
Just Filling you in.
Oh yeah, do not make any bets with CutieCrookshanks. She shall kill...
Anyways....
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Harry opened the letter slowly. He needed to know, but also, in a way, he didn't. What if Hermione, his Hermione, was writing to tell him she was having a great time with Krum and decided to be his girlfriend? What if she said she was transferring?
Harry finally opened the folded paper, and neatly, in delicate, uniform writing, Hermione wrote:
Dear Harry:
I just wanted to tell you that I have returned home. Victor has turned out to be very possessive, and he is simply to old for me. Would you like to spend a week with me? I have invited Ron too. There is a carnival in town.
Love,
Hermione
Harry reread the letter over and over. She didn't like him! He has another chance to express his true feelings for her!
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Later, Harry packed and ready to go, caught a taxi to the city, and then rode the metro to Hermione's stop where she and her parents would pick him up.
On the hour ride on the metro to Hermione's stop, Harry sat back and watched the people in his car. There was a little boy with his mother, a couple of teenagers, and in the corner, an old man, who had drifted off to sleep.
Harry looked back at the little boy. He couldn't of been more than 4 years old, and he had this thing about him. Like Harry could see something that they both had in common. Then Harry saw it. The little boy was staring at something on the wall, and Harry saw it. His mother had put their bag in the overhead compartment and one of his little toys was poking out. Slowly, the toy moved. Finally, the toy fell out of the bag and to the floor with a squeak. The boy picked it up and played.
Harry stared at the little kid. Amazing. No, wait, he can do that too, but it's still neat. That kid must be a wizard.
The boy's mother caught Harry staring and saw that the boy retrieved the toy with magic. First, she look worried, and then, glancing at Harry's scar, she calmed down and asked "are you Harry Potter?"
"Yes, I am."
"Wow, I thought I'd never be able to see you"
"Really?"
"Yeah"
The teenagers in the car were eavesdropping, so they inquired, "are you, like a movie star? Yeah, now that you think about it, you do sort of look like that guy from S club 7, but shorter, younger, and less cute." The teenagers then decided that Harry was boring and began to kiss.
"I am so happy to actually meet you. Honey, remember that book I read to you? Here he is."
The little boy glanced up, and he said "You are the man that killed that guy when you were lit-"
"Honey! Don't bring back bad memories."
The train then came to a halt. Harry got up and said "well, this is my stop" and picked up his knapsack. He had forgotten that some wizards traveled the muggle ways.
He sat down on a bench waiting for Hermione. Thinking it would be a wait, Harry pulled out a spy novel named Point Blanc, it was terrific.
Then he saw her, Hermione, the love of his life, holding hands with a teenaged boy.
Metro
Author's Note:
I am the future wife of Harry Potter/ Daniel Radcliffe/ Jimmy Fallon/ Orlando Bloom/ Shane West/ Leo Di Caprio/ Brad Pitt/ Tom Cruise/ etc..
Just Filling you in.
Oh yeah, do not make any bets with CutieCrookshanks. She shall kill...
Anyways....
_______________________________________________________________________
Harry opened the letter slowly. He needed to know, but also, in a way, he didn't. What if Hermione, his Hermione, was writing to tell him she was having a great time with Krum and decided to be his girlfriend? What if she said she was transferring?
Harry finally opened the folded paper, and neatly, in delicate, uniform writing, Hermione wrote:
Dear Harry:
I just wanted to tell you that I have returned home. Victor has turned out to be very possessive, and he is simply to old for me. Would you like to spend a week with me? I have invited Ron too. There is a carnival in town.
Love,
Hermione
Harry reread the letter over and over. She didn't like him! He has another chance to express his true feelings for her!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Later, Harry packed and ready to go, caught a taxi to the city, and then rode the metro to Hermione's stop where she and her parents would pick him up.
On the hour ride on the metro to Hermione's stop, Harry sat back and watched the people in his car. There was a little boy with his mother, a couple of teenagers, and in the corner, an old man, who had drifted off to sleep.
Harry looked back at the little boy. He couldn't of been more than 4 years old, and he had this thing about him. Like Harry could see something that they both had in common. Then Harry saw it. The little boy was staring at something on the wall, and Harry saw it. His mother had put their bag in the overhead compartment and one of his little toys was poking out. Slowly, the toy moved. Finally, the toy fell out of the bag and to the floor with a squeak. The boy picked it up and played.
Harry stared at the little kid. Amazing. No, wait, he can do that too, but it's still neat. That kid must be a wizard.
The boy's mother caught Harry staring and saw that the boy retrieved the toy with magic. First, she look worried, and then, glancing at Harry's scar, she calmed down and asked "are you Harry Potter?"
"Yes, I am."
"Wow, I thought I'd never be able to see you"
"Really?"
"Yeah"
The teenagers in the car were eavesdropping, so they inquired, "are you, like a movie star? Yeah, now that you think about it, you do sort of look like that guy from S club 7, but shorter, younger, and less cute." The teenagers then decided that Harry was boring and began to kiss.
"I am so happy to actually meet you. Honey, remember that book I read to you? Here he is."
The little boy glanced up, and he said "You are the man that killed that guy when you were lit-"
"Honey! Don't bring back bad memories."
The train then came to a halt. Harry got up and said "well, this is my stop" and picked up his knapsack. He had forgotten that some wizards traveled the muggle ways.
He sat down on a bench waiting for Hermione. Thinking it would be a wait, Harry pulled out a spy novel named Point Blanc, it was terrific.
Then he saw her, Hermione, the love of his life, holding hands with a teenaged boy.