"Harry, what are you wearing?" Hermione exclaimed in dismay a few days later, sitting in the coffee shop by Harry's flat.

"What?" Harry asked irritably, dressed in khaki shorts and a t-shirt.

"Where's your new clothes?"

"Do I have to wear them all the time?"

"No, but- "

"Then drop it."

"Fine." Hermione sniffed.

"So where are we going tonight?" he asked, sitting back in his chair and taking a sip of coffee.

"I was thinking of The Crush. I thought you'd be more comfortable there since you've been before."

"Fine." Harry nodded. "So what's this flat like?" he asked, changing topics.

"Oh, you're going to love it!" Hermione said excitedly, breaking out into a grin. "It's gorgeous."

"Sounds expensive."

"It's perfectly reasonable," she assured him.

"Remember, I'm just looking," Harry warned her.

"I know." Hermione smiled secretively.

"Wow..." Harry breathed.

He was standing in the middle of a huge living room, the sun was streaming in through large windows that held a spectacular view of the city. The floors were made of gleaming hardwood, with a cream coloured throw rug laid out under a glass coffee table. The walls were also cream, and there was a pair of sliding glass doors which led out onto a large balcony.

"Told you." Hermione smirked as she watched Harry's stunned expression.

"Do I really need three bedrooms though?"

"You can have people stay over; Remus, me, Ron..."

Harry gave her a withering look before moving to the window and looking out at the street far below. His cell phone started ringing from his jacket pocket.

"It's probably Oliver reminding me that we have a game tomorrow," Harry said, rolling his eyes at Hermione, accustomed to his Quidditch captain's over-zealousness.

"Yes, I know we have a game tomorrow, Oliver," he answered with a sigh.

"Harry?"

"Ron?"

Hermione looked up in interest and smiled.

"Yeah, how are you?" Ron asked over the line.

"Fine, how's Vancouver?" Harry asked, turning his back on Hermione's grinning face.

"It's alright. I miss London though."

"Homesick already?"

"I'm probably being stupid, it hasn't even been a week. The hockey's great at least."

"Hockey?"

"It's a Muggle sport, played on ice, and it's really violent," Ron explained enthusiastically.

"Sounds like Quidditch." Harry smiled.

"Well, it's just as rough." Ron laughed.

Harry felt his stomach flutter at the sound of Ron's familiar laughter.

"The hotel is great," Ron continued. "My room is huge and it even has hardwood floors and a gorgeous view of the water."

"Hmmm..." Harry said thoughtfully, looking around him with new interest.

"So what's going one there?"

"Not much, although I did buy a new flat."

Hermione gasped behind him and clapped her hands together happily.

"Really?" Ron said in surprise. "I didn't know you were looking."

"I wasn't until I saw this place."

"Oh, well, I guess I'd better go. I have a meeting to get to. I can't wait to see your new place, Harry."

"Are you still going to be there for the whole month?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"I'm not sure, we could finish early I suppose," Ron said thoughtfully.

I hope so, Harry added silently. He really missed the red-head.

"I'll give you another call soon," Ron said.

"Okay. Bye, Ron."

"Bye."

Harry flipped his phone closed and put it away.

"Are you really taking this place, Harry?" Hermione asked immediately.

"Yep," Harry replied, smiling as he looked around.

"Excellent. The previous owners moved out weeks ago, so the realtor said you can move in any time you're ready."

"But they left furniture behind," Harry said, looking at the leather couch, glass coffee table, and rug.

"They said it comes with the place." Hermione shrugged. "I don't think they wanted it at their new house."

"Brilliant." Harry smiled. "The less decorating I have to do the better. Now all this room needs is a big screen tv."

Hermione rolled her eyes and went to call the realtor.

"You look amazing, Harry," Hermione said later that night.

Hermione put down the comb she had been using and stood back to admire her work. Harry was wearing a pair of black trousers and a white shirt with a black leather jacket over top. His hair was messy with pieces hanging in his eyes. He had also put on the prosthetic skin piece to hide his scar, much to Hermione's dismay.

The doorbell rang.

"That'll be Colin," Hermione said. "Ready?"

"I guess so," Harry said uncertainly, staring at the stranger looking back at him from the mirror.

"Alright, here's the plan," Hermione said, once they were seated in Colin's BMW and speeding away towards the hot spot of the city for young witches and wizards, nick-named Le Val d'amour.

"Harry will go in first and we'll follow behind at a safe distance, watching people's reactions."

"Oh god..." Harry said, rolling his eyes.

"Believe me, Harry," Colin said, glancing at him in the rear view mirror, "you will definitely be getting some reactions tonight."

"We'll stay at one of the tables while you do your thing," Hermione said, smiling. "And don't forget Fred and George will be there, too."

"Okay." Harry nodded, suddenly feeling nervous. He wiped his palms on his trousers as they pulled into the parking lot.

Many young, male wizards were walking by, heading towards the white building with the neon pink sign that read 'The Crush'.

Harry opened the car door and stepped out into the cold night air.

"Go on ahead, Harry," Hermione instructed, flashing him a reassuring smile.

Harry gave her a weak smile in return, then squared his shoulders and joined the throng of people lining up outside the club. He felt as though hundreds of pairs of eyes were on him, scrutinizing him, or maybe it was just his over-active imagination. He shoved his hands into his pockets and tried to look casual as he waited, the breeze gently playing with his hair.

At last the line began to move forward, and Harry was at the bouncer in no time. The muscular blond winked at Harry and held the door open for him.

Harry smiled in return as he passed by, the loud music and smell of alcohol swallowing him up as he walked inside.