DISCLAIMER
I Do NOT own the characters in this story, they were created by JK Rowling, and are owned by but not limited to bloomsbury and various other publishing houses.
This fic is NOT SUITABLE for under 18's and the author releases ALL responsibility from this point on as to whether you read it or not.
Authors Note : I've had it pointed out to me that harry/hermione is NOT a slash... so i'll take my previous note back. This is a work in progress, and its going slowly cos my fiance is ill... so less time is going into this than into getting her back to full health. I hope you enjoy this chapter, im going to bang it out in 15 mins approx, so its very much what you see is what you get atm. Please, Read and Review it!
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Happiness turned to shock as another cloaked figure walked into the room, pulling down its hood to reveal a head with two very distinctive features - the sneer and blonde hair of a Malfoy. Draco Malfoy was Ron's date.
"Malfoy!" spat Harry "What the flying fuck do you think you're doing here?"
"Leave him be," said Ron "He's here because he's proved to me that he's a decent chap under it all."
Hermione merely raised an eyebrow and beckoned to the couple.... "Your seats are over here lads." she said, while showing the two men to their seats. Harry glared after them. On returning to the top table, Hermione whispered into Harry's ear, and his eyebrows shot up into his hairline. Apparently this could be quite an interesting turn of events.
Sirius coughed and resumed his speech. "Well, after that little suprise I guess that this isnt going to be such a shock to you all... but i'm going to be tacky as hell and announce something on my own behalf, before i go back to best man mode. Remus and I are going to get married!"
"When you ask me anyway Sirius," yelled Lupin, grinning from ear to ear. "You never got around to it, remember?"
"Oh hell... Well..," Sirius dropped to one knee "Remus Lupin, Will you do me the Great honour of being my Husband?"
"Hmm... I'll have to think about it..."
"Just say yes and lets all party then Remus!" came a catcall from Draco Malfoy
"Oh hell, the kids right... Of course i will Siri!"
At this, the whole hall cheered, and Harry stood, knowing that this was a good time to cover instinctively. Remus and Sirius seemed to be a touch on the busy side, and the yells of "GET A ROOM!" were coming thick and fast. Raising his glass, he bellowed "I give you Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, ladies and gentlemen!"
The cheers were deafening now, and the newly engaged couple seperated and blinked foolishly.
"Sorry for upstaging you Harry, but I couldn't hold it in any longer," muttered Sirius. "Guess I should carry on the speech now huh?"
"Go for it Sirius, but remember i will get you back for anything bad you say about me!"
The party was in full swing now.
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Elsewhere in the country, somebody was planning a powerplay. Now, we all know this isn't a good thing, dont we? But then, you never can tell. So, lets see what the "Bad Guy" is upto...
"Why is it, that whenever you hear that name, you look like you're going to explode?" Asked one.
"Because he should have been mine, was mine till that bastard stole him." the other calmly explained.
"So run me through this whole scheme again?" asked a third.
"I can't. I have to go now, or I'll be missed at work." the second figure, clearly scowling in the recesses of his dark cloak. Only the second knew the identity of all three. The others only knew themselves. An old trick for safety of the leader - if one was captured, he couldnt give it all away. With a crack, he disapperated, appearing at his work a mere 2 minutes before he was due. As was his habit.
The first and third looked at eachother and shrugged. Together they disapperated, and appeared behind their desks at their workplaces, seeing their boss was already back from work.
The second was impressed with his own cleverness. They would never suspect.
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Later that night Ron and Draco went back to their rooms at the hotel and tried to work out their plan. Blindingly obviously, they wanted one of the people in the marriage they had just been celebrating for themselves.
"Look, you KNOW Harry wants you!"
"But he wants HER now. I'm the past. Even after what we had through all of the years at school, It's just not there any more. It's been lost for a long time, what makes you think I can use that to get him now?"
"Because, you idiot, Harry is loyal to those that he's ever been close to. And the only person thats been closer to him than us is Hermione. Though we were close in different ways"
A Smirk crossed the room, both boys thinking they had the upper hand on this arguement.
"Anyway, you want her, dont you?"
"You know I do. Dont fuck about. How are we going to do this?"
"I have no idea. None at all! You?"
"Nope, clueless. I guess we keep up this pretense for a while. Just dont ever forget I fucking hate you. I Dont want a relationship with you. I dont even swing that way. Unlike you. And what makes you think the fucking boy-who-lived is gonna want to sleep with YOU? For all we know, He could be straighter than a steamrollered pancake!"
"Steamroller? What the hell is one of those?"
"Oh just take a flying fuck at a rolling donut, you git."
"Whatever. Goodnight."
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This is where things started to heat up... Harry and Hermione apparated into the foyer of the most expensive, most luxurious wizarding hotel in the world. Needless to say, they were in America. For tonight. Harry strode to the counter and didnt even speak. His famous scar and golden-boy reputation spoke for him, and he was given a key. To the honeymoon suite, of course. Look, how can I tell a story if you keep asking damnfool questions? If you want to hear more, then you can wait till i return. I need a beer!
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[Authors note - Literally, that took 15 minutes to write. IF my lovely gf is feeling upto it, there MIGHT be a further chapter submitted later this week. Again, apologies for the delay on chapter 2, but like i said, I've been busy. Please, leave me a review, its nice to know that im not writing to absolutely nobody, as usually happens!]
I Do NOT own the characters in this story, they were created by JK Rowling, and are owned by but not limited to bloomsbury and various other publishing houses.
This fic is NOT SUITABLE for under 18's and the author releases ALL responsibility from this point on as to whether you read it or not.
Authors Note : I've had it pointed out to me that harry/hermione is NOT a slash... so i'll take my previous note back. This is a work in progress, and its going slowly cos my fiance is ill... so less time is going into this than into getting her back to full health. I hope you enjoy this chapter, im going to bang it out in 15 mins approx, so its very much what you see is what you get atm. Please, Read and Review it!
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Happiness turned to shock as another cloaked figure walked into the room, pulling down its hood to reveal a head with two very distinctive features - the sneer and blonde hair of a Malfoy. Draco Malfoy was Ron's date.
"Malfoy!" spat Harry "What the flying fuck do you think you're doing here?"
"Leave him be," said Ron "He's here because he's proved to me that he's a decent chap under it all."
Hermione merely raised an eyebrow and beckoned to the couple.... "Your seats are over here lads." she said, while showing the two men to their seats. Harry glared after them. On returning to the top table, Hermione whispered into Harry's ear, and his eyebrows shot up into his hairline. Apparently this could be quite an interesting turn of events.
Sirius coughed and resumed his speech. "Well, after that little suprise I guess that this isnt going to be such a shock to you all... but i'm going to be tacky as hell and announce something on my own behalf, before i go back to best man mode. Remus and I are going to get married!"
"When you ask me anyway Sirius," yelled Lupin, grinning from ear to ear. "You never got around to it, remember?"
"Oh hell... Well..," Sirius dropped to one knee "Remus Lupin, Will you do me the Great honour of being my Husband?"
"Hmm... I'll have to think about it..."
"Just say yes and lets all party then Remus!" came a catcall from Draco Malfoy
"Oh hell, the kids right... Of course i will Siri!"
At this, the whole hall cheered, and Harry stood, knowing that this was a good time to cover instinctively. Remus and Sirius seemed to be a touch on the busy side, and the yells of "GET A ROOM!" were coming thick and fast. Raising his glass, he bellowed "I give you Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, ladies and gentlemen!"
The cheers were deafening now, and the newly engaged couple seperated and blinked foolishly.
"Sorry for upstaging you Harry, but I couldn't hold it in any longer," muttered Sirius. "Guess I should carry on the speech now huh?"
"Go for it Sirius, but remember i will get you back for anything bad you say about me!"
The party was in full swing now.
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Elsewhere in the country, somebody was planning a powerplay. Now, we all know this isn't a good thing, dont we? But then, you never can tell. So, lets see what the "Bad Guy" is upto...
"Why is it, that whenever you hear that name, you look like you're going to explode?" Asked one.
"Because he should have been mine, was mine till that bastard stole him." the other calmly explained.
"So run me through this whole scheme again?" asked a third.
"I can't. I have to go now, or I'll be missed at work." the second figure, clearly scowling in the recesses of his dark cloak. Only the second knew the identity of all three. The others only knew themselves. An old trick for safety of the leader - if one was captured, he couldnt give it all away. With a crack, he disapperated, appearing at his work a mere 2 minutes before he was due. As was his habit.
The first and third looked at eachother and shrugged. Together they disapperated, and appeared behind their desks at their workplaces, seeing their boss was already back from work.
The second was impressed with his own cleverness. They would never suspect.
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Later that night Ron and Draco went back to their rooms at the hotel and tried to work out their plan. Blindingly obviously, they wanted one of the people in the marriage they had just been celebrating for themselves.
"Look, you KNOW Harry wants you!"
"But he wants HER now. I'm the past. Even after what we had through all of the years at school, It's just not there any more. It's been lost for a long time, what makes you think I can use that to get him now?"
"Because, you idiot, Harry is loyal to those that he's ever been close to. And the only person thats been closer to him than us is Hermione. Though we were close in different ways"
A Smirk crossed the room, both boys thinking they had the upper hand on this arguement.
"Anyway, you want her, dont you?"
"You know I do. Dont fuck about. How are we going to do this?"
"I have no idea. None at all! You?"
"Nope, clueless. I guess we keep up this pretense for a while. Just dont ever forget I fucking hate you. I Dont want a relationship with you. I dont even swing that way. Unlike you. And what makes you think the fucking boy-who-lived is gonna want to sleep with YOU? For all we know, He could be straighter than a steamrollered pancake!"
"Steamroller? What the hell is one of those?"
"Oh just take a flying fuck at a rolling donut, you git."
"Whatever. Goodnight."
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This is where things started to heat up... Harry and Hermione apparated into the foyer of the most expensive, most luxurious wizarding hotel in the world. Needless to say, they were in America. For tonight. Harry strode to the counter and didnt even speak. His famous scar and golden-boy reputation spoke for him, and he was given a key. To the honeymoon suite, of course. Look, how can I tell a story if you keep asking damnfool questions? If you want to hear more, then you can wait till i return. I need a beer!
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[Authors note - Literally, that took 15 minutes to write. IF my lovely gf is feeling upto it, there MIGHT be a further chapter submitted later this week. Again, apologies for the delay on chapter 2, but like i said, I've been busy. Please, leave me a review, its nice to know that im not writing to absolutely nobody, as usually happens!]