Ok, so here's chapter 3. U know the deal, Harry don't belong to me, and he
never will. Unfortunately. Anyway, thanks to everyone who's reviewed- I
luv u!
Misunderstandings
After work I Apparated into Hogsmeade as ordered. I knocked on the door and Ron ushered me inside. Harry wasn't back from work yet- apparently he had gone to round up the lingering Death Eaters haunting the wizarding community, so me and Ron sat in the living room talking like we did while at Hogwarts. It was wonderful- we were no longer twenty- we were twelve again!
He poured me some wine, and I told him about my autobiography, skating around the fact it would mainly be about him. He updated me on the whole him-and-Sally situation. According to him, they had been growing apart for a while, and when he caught her in bed with one of his colleagues, that was the final straw.
'We're history. She always got on my nerves with all that make-up and stuff anyway- flirting with every male in a twelve-mile vicinity! Urgh, you know, I think she even fancied Harry!' he laughed.
Harry came home around ten, and we stayed up until about one in the morning until I came to my senses and realised I had work the very next day.
About a month later, one that was, to my disappointment, very uneventful, there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find Harry drunk to the eyeballs.
'Harry! What are you doing here?'
''Mione..' He invited himself into the tiny cottage.
'Harry, what's happened?'
'Nothing,' he mumbled.
'Is this about Cho?' It seemed it was. He said something about how it was eight weeks since they broke up.
He slumped down on a chair. I felt really sorry for him. He had never known his parents, having been orphaned as a child, having had to live up to every-one's expectations, being permanently in the limelight for the eight years, and now Cho had left him.
He let out all his sorrows, and still hadn't sobered up.
'I love you Hermione Granger.' He leant forward and tried to kiss me, and at that very point Ron appeared in a flash of light.
'What the hell?' he yelled. Both Harry and me began explaining at the same time. Ron looked totally bewildered.
'You could have bloody told me!' he screamed seeming quite upset, and disappeared with a flash.
'Oh my god Harry. What did you do that for?' I screamed, hoping Ron wasn't quite as upset as he seemed.
'I lo..'
'Harry! NO! You do not love me and I don't love you! You're drunk! Go home and explain to Ron.'
'But I DO..'
'No you don't. Go home, now.' He stood up and wobbled slightly.
'Oh God, Harry! Look, you can't possibly Dissapparate in this condition- you'll be splinched! I'll have to take you back in my car.' I said, annoyed. He could have ruined my only chance with him.......
I supported Harry into my driveway with my old banger of a car situated upon it. I had to wait for him to be sick in my rosebush before I unlocked the door. I had never seen him so drunk before. I only had that car because it was a birthday present from my parents thinking it would be useful for when I went to visit them without realising that I had my Apparation Licence- bless them- they're Muggles. I took the driving test to keep them happy, and I always made sure I visited them in my old Ford.
Hogsmeade wasn't too far away, so after providing him with a bag (I didn't fancy cleaning vomit off my upholstery), we made our silent way to their house- to Ron.
Misunderstandings
After work I Apparated into Hogsmeade as ordered. I knocked on the door and Ron ushered me inside. Harry wasn't back from work yet- apparently he had gone to round up the lingering Death Eaters haunting the wizarding community, so me and Ron sat in the living room talking like we did while at Hogwarts. It was wonderful- we were no longer twenty- we were twelve again!
He poured me some wine, and I told him about my autobiography, skating around the fact it would mainly be about him. He updated me on the whole him-and-Sally situation. According to him, they had been growing apart for a while, and when he caught her in bed with one of his colleagues, that was the final straw.
'We're history. She always got on my nerves with all that make-up and stuff anyway- flirting with every male in a twelve-mile vicinity! Urgh, you know, I think she even fancied Harry!' he laughed.
Harry came home around ten, and we stayed up until about one in the morning until I came to my senses and realised I had work the very next day.
About a month later, one that was, to my disappointment, very uneventful, there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find Harry drunk to the eyeballs.
'Harry! What are you doing here?'
''Mione..' He invited himself into the tiny cottage.
'Harry, what's happened?'
'Nothing,' he mumbled.
'Is this about Cho?' It seemed it was. He said something about how it was eight weeks since they broke up.
He slumped down on a chair. I felt really sorry for him. He had never known his parents, having been orphaned as a child, having had to live up to every-one's expectations, being permanently in the limelight for the eight years, and now Cho had left him.
He let out all his sorrows, and still hadn't sobered up.
'I love you Hermione Granger.' He leant forward and tried to kiss me, and at that very point Ron appeared in a flash of light.
'What the hell?' he yelled. Both Harry and me began explaining at the same time. Ron looked totally bewildered.
'You could have bloody told me!' he screamed seeming quite upset, and disappeared with a flash.
'Oh my god Harry. What did you do that for?' I screamed, hoping Ron wasn't quite as upset as he seemed.
'I lo..'
'Harry! NO! You do not love me and I don't love you! You're drunk! Go home and explain to Ron.'
'But I DO..'
'No you don't. Go home, now.' He stood up and wobbled slightly.
'Oh God, Harry! Look, you can't possibly Dissapparate in this condition- you'll be splinched! I'll have to take you back in my car.' I said, annoyed. He could have ruined my only chance with him.......
I supported Harry into my driveway with my old banger of a car situated upon it. I had to wait for him to be sick in my rosebush before I unlocked the door. I had never seen him so drunk before. I only had that car because it was a birthday present from my parents thinking it would be useful for when I went to visit them without realising that I had my Apparation Licence- bless them- they're Muggles. I took the driving test to keep them happy, and I always made sure I visited them in my old Ford.
Hogsmeade wasn't too far away, so after providing him with a bag (I didn't fancy cleaning vomit off my upholstery), we made our silent way to their house- to Ron.
