I seriously thought that I had lost my chapter where Herms and Sevvie flew to New York, but I hadn't and I already uploaded them both. Now that that technical problem has been fixed...
On with the Show. And it's not over until the fat lady sings. (Get it?? The Fat Lady??)
~*~On the corner of Broadway and Fifth~*~
"Miss Granger, the morning is yours to conquor." Severus said, looking up the street.
"Where would you like to go?" Hermione asked.
"I think that we can head to the Wizarding Community." he said, taking hold of her elbow and getting her into a bright green taxi that seemed to move wherever it wanted.
"Where is that?"
"It's in a little district of New York that people call Greenwitch."
"I've heard of that. Is that really where the American subsidiary of Diagon Alley is?"
"It's called Finley Square here. I've been here once or twice." he said as the green taxi zoomed right through the walls between a large firehouse and a tall apartment building.
"Is that like the Platform 9 3/4 barrier?"
"Yes, only on a grander level." he said, opening the door for Hermione.
"Thank you." she said, stepping out onto the cobblestone pavement.
"Any time." he said, offering her his arm.
"Thank you." she said again.
"It's common courtesy to offer a lady an arm."
"I am hardly a lady, Professor."
"Severus." he muttered
"What?"
"Call me Severus."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I will." they continued their walk in silence until they reached a gleaming white building.
"Welcome to Gringotts New York, Hermione." he said, opening the heavy door for her. "You can get out a little bit of money if you like. I need to withdrawl some for our shopping adventure."
"Shopping adventure?" she asked, incredulously.
"I assume that you are like all the other females that I have encountered, needing something new from every shop."
"You would have not met anyone like Hermione Granger then." she said stubbornly.
"I am making a joke. I need to pick up some American Birch shavings. Much cheaper here."
"Well, I'm glad you know I am not a big shopper."
"Yes, because Hermione Granger is a known spend thrift. I remember when I sent you to buy a simple case of Hungarian Quail eggs, an errand that should have taken 20 minutes took you an hour because you had to go to three apothecaries to get the best deal."
"Well, Is true."
"What is your middle name?" Severus said suddenly a few minutes later.
"Why?"
"I was just wondering, no reason."
"It's really awful."
"It can't be that bad."
"It is." she replied, "It's Hermione Olga Granger."
"Olga?"
"It was my great great Grandmother."
"You are right. That is pretty awful."
"Well, what is yours?" she asked, taking again his offered arm.
"Adonis." he said staunchly
"Like the god of love, Adonis?"
"I know. My mother is a very wishful thinker."
"I am sure that you were quite the romancer when you were my age."
"I assure you I was not."
"All right. Whatever you said, Adonis." she smirked as they entered the "Great American Apothecary".
Ten minutes later they walked out with a small package of American Birch shavings and a very interesting selection of butterfly wings.
R&R I know it's a short chapter, next one will be longer, promice
