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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…
It had been a couple of days since we had started touring, and I was already sick of my job. I had to stand on the side of the stage, right next to the speakers. I swear I was already going deaf. Right now I happened to be sitting Indian style at the small table on the tour bus with a bowl of Lucky Charms filled to the brim.
"Mornin' " Harry grinned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He opened a cabinet and reached up for a box of oatmeal. My hand shook as I spooned cereal into my mouth, milk dribbling down my chin. Holy crap. It should be against the law for engaged men to wear nothing but boxers. Reaching up I quickly wiped my chin and grinned back at Harry.
"Good morning," I chirped.
"Good?" He asked as he shut the microwave. "Have you seen Ron yet?"
I shook my head with a small laugh. Harry rubbed his temples and sat down opposite me. It was a well known fact that Ron was not a morning person.
"I have," A deep voice grumbled. Craning my neck I was met with the familiar sight of the shy bassist.
"Dean," Harry said as the microwave beeped. "Can you get that for me?"
Two hours and a small food fight later we finally reached our destination of Atlanta, Georgia. As I stepped off the bus I placed my shades atop my head and breathed in the fresh air. It felt good to walk on steady ground after being stuck on the bus all yesterday.
"What's on the schedule for today?" Seamus asked as he stretched his arms.
"You guys have an interview with Teen People during your sound check break," I answered looking down at the white binder in my hand, the weeks agenda taped to the cover. "After the show it's back on the bus to head on down to Florida, where you guys get a two day break before another show."
"Thank God," Ron grumbled as he pulled his hooded sweater tighter around his body. "We just started touring, and already I can't stand it."
"Aw, poor baby," Dean taunted, pouting his lips and sucking on his thumb.
"Hey," Pavarti called from a few yards away, her hands waving wildly. "They want you guys to start."
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"Hi, I'm Hermione Granger," I said with a smile to the small girl before me. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun and she wore an outfit straight off a Glamour cover. I wondered briefly if she read their articles on how to fake orgasms, but quickly shook it from my head as I stuck out my hand.
"Lavender Brown," She grinned, he hand sliding softly into mine. "I'm here to interview Midnight Decision."
"Alright," I said, leading her through an awry of hallways. "They're just finishing up a sound check, so take it easy on them."
"Protective are we?" She asked with a smirk.
"Of course," I answered with a roll of my eyes. Truth be told, I didn't want to be around cranky and offended guys, but Lavender could believe whatever she wanted. Glancing at her from the corner of my eye I already knew she was pairing me up with one of the guys from the band.
"Water," Harry rasped as he walked up to me. He dramatically threw his arm around me and pretended to faint.
"Cooties," I squealed as I pushed him off. He staggered slightly and fell into a chair.
"I feel so unloved," He pouted.
"You are," Seamus chuckled, falling into a seat beside Harry.
"No," Dean said in a high pitched voice. "I love him."
We burst into laughter at Harry's shocked expression as Dean placed a suggestive hand on his chest. Lavender watched in mild amusement before clearing her throat.
"Guy," I said, wiping tears from the corners of my eyes. "This is Ms. Brown. She's going to be interviewing you guys."
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"Ron!?" I exclaimed as I looked down at the glossy pages of the latest Teen People issue. "She thought I was with Ron?"
"At least she didn't hook you up with Buttercup," Harry said as Tommy Vercetti was thrown to the ground. Busted blinking in hot pink letters at the bottom of the screen.
"No," I said as the picture of me watching the guys practice glared up at me. "But why Ron?"
Maybe Just A Minute
By: Lavender Brown
"Water," Front man for Midnight Decision, Harry Potter, rasps as he stagers off stage. He throws his arms around promoter/personal assistant, Hermione Granger, in mock faint.
"Cooties," she exclaims, pushing him off. And so begins our interview with the latest band to reach superstardom.
TP: What's it like headlining your own tour?
SF: It's amazing. I mean, standing on stage with hundreds of people cheering you on. And the energy they create is awesome.
RW: Yeah. It's weird, too. It's like, 'I didn't know this many people even knew us.'
TP: Your first video "Not With Him" is making major airplay. How do you guys feel about that?
HP: *Laughing* It's cool. I remember when it first came on. We were hanging out at Ron's house when [the video began]. It was kind of creepy, ya know. Watching yourself on tv.
SF: I thought I looked fat in the video.
DT: *Smiling* You are fat.
TP: Rumor has it that all you guys are hooked up. Is that true?
DT: Nope. Only Harry is with someone. Although, if any single girl is out there. My names Dean Thomas and I enjoy poetry, long walks on the beach, and poking dead things with a stick.
RW: I'm thinking of someone, but I doubt I'll get her.
TP: Harry, it's said you write all the lyrics. Can you give us a preview of your latest song?
HP: Um, I actually started it this morning. It's called "Shadow". I can't really describe it, but it's the first song I collaborated on.
TP: Really? Who was it that helped you?
HP: Hermione.
SF: Yeah, yeah. Hermione's cool. I mean, I have no idea where we'd be without her.
RW: I love you Hermione Granger!
DT: Me too!
TP: Ok, one final question.
RW: Go ahead, shoot.
TP: Can I get a hug?
"Yes!" All the boys chorus as they tackle me in a hug. As I pack up to leave I catch sight of Ron and Hermione in a deep conversation, heads huddled together. Could this be the woman Ron can't seem to get? Stick around to find out.
"I'm going to kill her," I growl as I leaned back on the couch. My legs sticking to the leather. "I'm going to make sure she wishes she was never born."
"You stupid liar!" Harry yelled, throwing the controller down.
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Out of my embrace
Lipstick on a stranger's face
Do you take him to the cliffs
To watch the sun go down
Now he's sitting on your bed
What's going through his head
As you show him pictures
The same ones you showed to me
I watched as Harry scanned the large crowd. As much as I had resented this job in the beginning it was getting better. Watching the guys play was amazing. Especially the energy the crowd created. Going deaf? No, I wore earplugs.
Harry glanced briefly at me and I smiled. His shaggy black hair was drenched in sweat and fell over his eye. Seeing him standing there in a black t-shirt and khaki shorts singing his heart out made me swell with pride. Here I was swooning over a guy that was still a complete stranger to me. I'm an idiot.
You can't be happy
Not with him
He's not the one
He's going to break your heart
You can't be happy
Not with him
You know he's not the one
And can he do the things I'd do for you
Harry made a small waving motion with his hand, and I threw his a small washcloth. He quickly wiped his face and tossed me a grin. My stomach dropped, and I looked down to hide the blush on my cheeks.
Somehow at twenty I felt like a thirteen year old standing there in my pink summer dress and blue Chucks. Why did guys-mainly Harry-have this effect on me?
Sometimes I lie awake at night
And clutch my pillow
And I wonder if you're lying
Next to him tonight
Soft words & promises
And I wonder what he says
Listening to clean sheets
That used to be our song