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Summary: Hermione Granger is a free spirited American who just ran out on her own wedding. Harry Potter is a famous musician engaged to his boss' daughter. So, how exactly do they find themselves falling for each other?
…The Space Between…
"Hi, you've reached the Malfoy residence. We're not able to pick up the phone right now, so please leave your name, number, and message and we'll get back to you as soon as we can."
"Ginny," I whispered franticly into my mobile phone. "Gin, pick up. I know you're there. Listen, I'm outside Ollie's house, and I need a ride home."
"You're what!?" Ginny's voice yelled over the line. I sighed and looked out from behind the bush I was hiding behind.
"Shh. They might here you," I said quietly as I saw the shadow of Ollie and some women kissing on his porch. A sharp pain shot up my legs as I ducked back behind the bush.
"Mayo," Ginny growled. "I'm coming, and you better explain when I get there."
"I will," I answered thankfully. "Promise."
Ginny let out a grunt and hung up the phone. Blowing a piece of hair out of my face I sat down on the dirt. The branches scratched my arms and I looked quickly at my watch. Sighing, I looked down at my cell phone and decided to play a game. Twelve rounds of Solitaire latter Ginny showed up; her shiny black car sliding up against the curb. I could hear the cars low rumble as Ginny made her way up the thin walkway to Olli's front door.
"Holy crap!" She exclaimed surprised as she caught site of the pair kissing.
"Gin?" Oliver asked embarrassed as he and the women pulled apart. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm picking Mayo up," Ginny answered uncertainly. "Where…um, Where is she?"
"I'm right here," I stated meekly as I stood up, dusting my bottom. My skirt swished quietly as I made my way through the bushes, my skirt snagging once or twice. "Hi."
"Hermione," Ollie said stiffly. I looked down at the ground and poked my high heeled foot into the cool grass. "What are you doing here?"
"I…I came to apologize," I answered. I couldn't meet his gaze and instead settled on nervously twisting the ring on my finger.
"Oh, is that all?" He asked sarcastically, waving his hands wildly in the air. "You just decided to hide behind my bush-two days after you ran out on our wedding-and apologize?"
"Hey," I yelled offended. "You knew it wouldn't work Ollie! We're just too different. And what about this girl you've been kissing?"
"This girl," Ollie laughed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't even know her name."
I looked at him closely and noticed his bloodshot eyes. Crap, something was wrong. I walked towards him and leaned in close. Sniffing, I was met with the pungent smell of cigarette smoke and liquor.
"Shit," I growled as I stepped back. "Have you been drinking?'
Ollie shook his head quickly and groaned. Placing a hand to his forehead he swayed slightly and feel over. The girl he had been making out with broke into a fit of giggle and tried to help him up. He looked up at me and smiled.
"I think I love you," he laughed before turning on his side and throwing up. I placed a hand over my nose and shut my eyes so tight I could see red spots on my eyelids.
"Can we go?" I choked out as Ginny placed a comforting hand on my arm. She nodded quickly and led me to the car.
"You ok?" Ginny asked as we pulled away. I shrugged my shoulder and sank further into the leather seat of her car. It smelled of vanilla and Draco's cologne. The warm air from the heater hit my face, drying my tears and comforting me.
"Can I stay the night at your house?" I asked quietly as we came to a stop at the light. Ginny turned to look at me and I gave a weak smile.
"Of course," she answered.
\m/ (^_^) \m/
"You feeling ok?" Ginny asked as she sat down on the leather recliner. I looked up at her and nodded my head, my ponytail bobbing up and down.
"Yeah," I smiled. Sitting up on the couch I readjusted my pillow and turned to look at the muted television. A blonde woman was passionately kissing a brown haired man, and I felt a tug in my stomach.
"Ok, just checking," Ginny said leaning back. Her pale legs were curled beneath her thin body. The light from the scream exaggerated her features, and for a moment she almost looked unreal.
"Do you want to go shopping tomorrow?" I asked as I lie down. Ginny looked at me and grinned.
"When have I ever said no?" She asked with a laugh. "Just don't tell Draco, he'll have a cow if he knows I'm buying more clothes."
We laughed and I un-muted the tv. We continued to watch as the man and woman confessed their undying love for each other. Again I felt the tugging feeling in my stomach. Sighing I turned to look at Ginny.
"What's it like?" I asked quietly.
"What?"
"Being in love?" I answered as the woman on the screen let out a squeal and hugged the man.
"Amazing," Ginny smiled. "It's like you get this overwhelming sense of content whenever you're around or thinking about them. Now, don't get me wrong, sometimes I can't stand Draco, but I love him to death."
"Do you think I'll ever fall in love?" I asked, bowing my head.
"Mayo, sweetie," Ginny said softly as she came over and pulled me into a hug. "Of course you will. Maybe you're just not ready for it. Who knows, you may fall in love while on tour."
"But what make you think someone could actually love me?" I asked as salty tears slipped down my cheeks. I turned to Ginny and buried my head in the crook of her neck.
"Mayo," She whispered into my hair, her hand gently stroking my back. "It's so hard not to love you, how can any anyone not love you?"
"I don't want to die alone," I whimpered, my nose plugged up.
"Sweetie, your not," Ginny stated firmly as she pulled back. Reaching up a hand she quickly wiped my tears and looked me in the eyes. "Mayo, you are going to meet the most amazing guy ever, ok. And when you do, he is going to fall so in love with you that he's never going to want to let you go."
\m/ (^_^) \m/
"Hi, you must be Hermione," The petite blonde in front of me smiled.
"Yes," I answered looking around the crowded airport. Where was the luggage pick up?
"Great," She grinned. "I'm Pavarti, one of your new coworkers."
"Nice to meet you," I grinned, shaking her outstretched hand.
"You're stuff has been taken to the car, and the limos waiting," Pavarti said. Smiling she took my arm and led me out side to the limo. On the ride to the hotel I'd be staying out for a few nights she filled me in on what I would be doing. By the time we reached the hotel I had started to dose off.
"Want me to show you to your room?" Pavarti asked as the bellhop took my luggage.
"No, I'm sure I can find it," I smiled.
"You sure?" Pavarti asked skeptically. What did she think, that I'd get lost in a twenty story building? I nodded my head and she reluctantly held out my keycard.
"Thanks," I grinned as I made my way towards the elevators. They opened with a small chime and when I entered I was met with a sudden chill.
"Great music, huh?" The guy beside me asked. I turned to him and raised an eyebrow.
"The best I've heard all day," I answered sarcastically.
"Well," He grinned. "You must not have been listening to the right kind."
"And what exactly is the right kind?"
"How about Midnight Decision?" he asked with a smile.
"Haven't got around to listening to them," I answered honestly.
"Really?" he smiled. I shrugged as the door opened.
"See you around, Hermione," He chuckled as the doors slid closed behind me. I stopped in mid step and turned to watch the blinking lights above the elevator. How did he know my name. Shrugging at the nagging voice in the back of my head I continued down the long hallway. The runny looking pink of the walls gave me a headache as I made my way past various rooms. Nowhere could I find my room.
"Hello," The guy in the elevator grinned as the doors slid open. "Can't find your room?"
"How did you know my name?" I asked as I stepped inside, squeezing into the corner.
"Ron told me," He answered with a wave of his hand. "Says your twenty years old, and the smartest girl he's ever met."
"And what's your name?" I asked as he leaned back against the wall, arms crossed.
"Harry Potter," he grinned. "Nice to meet you."
"Harry," I said faintly. My eyes darted over his lean frame, slowly traveling up to his bright green eyes. My stomach dropped, and I felt my knees shake slightly.
"Yes," he grinned. "That's my name. It's nice isn't it. I do like it myself; although, sometimes I wish I was named Alfred."
"What?" I asked confused as Harry chuckled.
"Inside joke, sorry," He said with a lopsided smile. "So, I take it you can't find your room?"
"No," I answered defeated.
"I could show you," He offered, his hand held out. I looked at his large palm and then to his eyes. "Oh, c'mon, I don't bite."
Laughing I took his hand as he led me out of the elevator and down various hallways. We talked quietly as we passed open doors, and I had the sudden need to pull Harry closer. I'd barely met him, but something about him was so enticing.
"Hey!" A familiar voice called from behind us. I turned around and launched myself at the familiar redhead.
"Ron," I squealed happily as he spun me around.
"Mayo," He whistled, setting me down. "You look great."
"Thanks," I grinned. "You don't look so bad yourself."
"Yeah, well," Ron said with a chuckle, the tips of his ears turning pink. "How're you doing? With Oliver and all?"
"Ok," I sighed as Harry and Ron led me to their room. "I just wish things wouldn't be so hard."
"Not to worry," Harry grinned as he threw himself onto the red couch. "We're here to make things less difficult."
I looked at him from my seat beside Ron and forced a grin. How could it get easier, I'd just fallen for my new work assignment after knowing him for less than an hour. The fact that he was engaged didn't help at all.