A/N: I received very pleasing reviews for the first chapter! Thank you to everyone! - Ty Riles

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Co. do not belong to me, but the wonderful J.K. Rowling.

Something Blue

Chapter Two

"Rome."

A week after the luncheon, Harry Potter tried desperately to reach Hermione on her cell phone, but it seemed to be turned off. Finally he resorted to using the business number he found on her card. After speaking with her secretary, Harry learned that Hermione was in Rome, Italy over the weekend, attending one of her planned weddings.

Harry sadly hung up the phone and fell onto the couch, defeated. He wanted to talk to Hermione. It had been too long and the quick lunch the week before with Jackie supervising hardly gave the two time to catch up personally.

One more time he tried her cell phone. He was left disappointed.

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Hermione couldn't believe how beautiful Rome was, and didn't understand why she hadn't traveled there before. The landmarks, houses, food, it was all just amazing.

The Italian-villa wedding went off without a hitch. The bride and groom (both extremely wealthy) were married in a beautiful church, and the reception was held at a ritzy hotel. The couple had even paid for Hermione to stay at the hotel also, which gave her a wonderful view of the city.

The day after the wedding, Hermione browsed around some shops a bit, before catching her 3 P.M. flight. She packed her suitcase with her things (including her new Italian dress and shoes) and took a black limo to the airport (also arranged by the bride and groom).

On the plane, Hermione sat beside a 13-year-old girl, who was flying to London from a visit with her grandmother. She was slightly nervous, but Hermione comforted her, though Muggle planes did make her a bit nervous also.

The trip home was not long at all, considering some of the trips Hermione had taken to the United States and South America. All in all, she was very well traveled and was fortunate enough to be exposed to so many different cultures and people.

After landing, a cab took Hermione to her loft apartment in the city. She unpacked her things and checked her answering machine. She had a message from her mother, Mrs. Weasley (who Hermione was still close with), a few co-workers and finally Harry. Hermione froze as she heard his voice in her own apartment:

"Hey Hermione, this is Harry...Potter. Anyway I heard you went to Rome, ah, I hope you had a good trip. I was just wondering if we could..., well just call me when you can."

He listed off his number and the message ended. Hermione squinted, "I was wondering if we could..." she repeated.. If we could what? What was he going to say?

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It was about six o' clock in the evening in London. Harry emerged from the shower, toweling himself off. He slipped into his boxers, jeans and sweater when he heard the phone ring. To his delight, Hermione was on the other line.

"How was your trip?" He asked.

"Wonderful. Italy is amazing." She answered happily.

"I've heard, Jackie wants to go there for our honeymoon."

Hermione was silent for a moment, then said,

"I got your message."

Harry grinned, "Good. So, I know this is short notice, but what are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing."

"Not anymore."

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"Hope you like jazz." Harry Potter said, holding open the club's door for Hermione. He had brought her to a local Jazz club and restaurant for dinner and some catching up. Hermione looked around; people were eating at tables, laughing and enjoying themselves, or up dancing to the jazz music played by the live band. Hermione could believe how perfect this was for her. She spent her whole career, planning classy and elegant weddings, so a comfortable club was just how she wanted to spend her downtime.

"Like it?" Harry asked.

They took a table off to the side, near the window. The two decided to skip the meal and just order appetizers. After the waiter left with their order, Harry leaned in.

"I thought we should catch up."

"I'm so glad we are." Hermione said smiling.

After finishing off the food, the two went up to a large, red velvet couch in the front of the club. They ordered tea and watched the band play.

They talked about everything. Hermione couldn't believe how much they had to talk about. Half way through the conversation, Harry's cell phone rang.

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It was Jackie on the other line. She wanted to know where Harry was. Harry sighed and tried to be patient. He had told her that he was going to be out with Hermione before he had even left. She wasn't too happy about this, but didn't argue. Harry checked his watch. It was only 8 P.M. After thankfully hanging up he glanced over at Hermione and wished the night didn't have to end.

A/N: R/R! Ty.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Co. do not belong to me, but the wonderful J.K. Rowling.