Chapter Nineteen-
"So did you get everything squared away?" Hermione asked Harry, the next morning.
"Yeah, I left my landlord a note, I'm glad I hadn't paid this months rent yet, so um, how much do you want for rent?"
"What was rent on your dump?"
"Two Hundred Pounds."
"Two Hundred for that dungeon!"
"Yeah," he nodded.
"How about a hundred and fifty?"
"Okay."
"Plus your own food and stuff."
"Yeah."
"You can paint your room and arrange it however you like."
"Good, pink is not my color."
"I didn't think so."
He grinned at her. "What's with the beard, anyway," she continued.
He shrugged, "I don't know, helped me blend in, and I was so sick of shaving."
"Why didn't you just will your self to not grow hair?"
"Don't know, I rather like to have hair."
She laughed. "Oh, do you have a mattress, or bed, besides that cot?"
"Uh, I don't even have that cot, it, um came with my dungeon."
"Then what did you sleep on last night?"
"Um, my old school robes, and my blankets, and pillow."
"Wow, what do you have in that room then?"
"My plastic crates, my bean bag, my trunk, my clothes, and my blankets and pillow."
"So you want to sleep on the couch, till your rooms finished? I think theres an old mattress in the basement, a twin, if I recall correctly, would that work, when your rooms set?"
"Absolutely."
"Okay, well, I'm off to work, see you later, may be back late tonight."
"Okay, bye, have a good day, while I look through the want ads for the fiftieth time since I quit."
"Good luck with that, where have you applied?"
"A bunch of muggle places, won't hire me cause of my hair I reckon."
"Probably, have you tried the wizarding world yet?"
"No."
"Try, well I gotta go before I'm late, oh theres a few cans of paint in the basement," and she apparated away.
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It was only eight in the morning, so Harry went back to sleep, on the couch this time. He hadn't been up at or before eight, since, well his last day at Auror training.
Harry woke up at noon, had some toast and went down into the basement.
He found a couple cans of white paint, some blue-green paint, and some blue paint.
He brought up the white paint, along with some rollers, brushes, and a mixing tray, that were down there as well.
He piled all of his things into the middle of the room, and covered his stuff with his bed sheets.
And began painting.
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At around five, though Harry had no idea of the time, a male voice asked behind him, "Who are you?"
Harry turned around in shock, on his guard.
"Harry."
"Harvey? What are you doing in Hermione's house?"
"It's Harry, I live here."
"Live here, when in the hell did you move in? You certainly didn't live here two days ago, Henry."
"I moved in yesterday, and who the hell are you walking into Hermione's house, without knocking?"
"I'm her boyfriend, Chris, I have a key."
"Lucky you, I think I'll take that," Harry swiped the key from the guys hand and pocketed it.
"Who the hell do you think you are! Bastard stealing my key!"
"Well, I'd say, the guy who lives here, deserves a key more then the bloke who walks in unannounced."
"What the hell is wrong with you! Give me my key back! Now!"
The guy was throwing a tantrum.
"Chris, I suggest you leave the premises before I have to call the Bobbies."
"URGH!" and Chris turned around and Harry marched him out the door.
Harry went back to his painting.
At ten o' clock he was finished.
Since he had now completed his task of painting, he went and took a shower.
Hermione arrived home in that time, and was in the kitchen looking through a take-out menu, when Harry came out dressed, and clean shaven, though his hair quite long, a bit past his shoulders.
"No more beard there, mate?"
Harry laughed.
"What?"
"I've never heard you say mate before, I find it extremely funny."
"Alright, would you like to order some grub?"
"Sure, what kind?"
"Chinese?"
"Okay," and after they decided what they wanted, Hermione phoned in the order.
"We've got twenty minutes till we have to pick it up, want to come along for the ride?"
"In a car?"
"Yes, Harry, in a car."
"I haven't ridden in a car since before seventh year."
"Come on let's go."
Around forty minutes later they were sitting at the kitchen table enjoying there food.
"So, did you paint any of your room?"
"Yeah, got it done, maybe a half hour before you came in."
"Excellent, shall we pull that bed up?"
"Yeah."
"There's a box spring down there too, your out of luck if you want a frame."
"Don't have any use for one, so that'll be fine."
"Alright, shall we?"
They went down into the basement, and carried the mattress upstairs, "Why did we just carry that up, when either of us could have easily levitated it?"
Harry laughed, "The thought never occuried to me."
The Telephone rang.
"I'm going to get that, think you can get that box spring?"
"Of course I can, I do have a wand."
""Hello?"" Hermione said upon answering the phone.
""Hermione, why didn't you tell me someone was moving in with you?""
""It was a spur of the moment thing, Chris.""
""Who in the hell is that guy! He took my key."" The man named Chris whined.
"Well, I was going to ask for that back anyway, Harry does need a key more then you.""
""How do you know Henry, anyway?""
"Harry, he's a friend of mine from school.""
""That boarding school you went to?""
"Yes.""
""What does he do?""
""He's unemployed at the moment, I've gotta go, Chris, it's late, and I have to work tomorrow, bye."" She hung up.
She was getting quite annoyed by Chris, didn't the guy have a life besides pestering her? She was really beginning to wonder.... after two months of dating him.
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The Bobbies are London's police force, named after Robert something or other who reformed there system or something, can't exactly remember, I did learn this over 3 months ago.
I'll be gone for awhile, I leave tomorrow, and will probably be back in 7, 8 days, probably one chapter left after this one, review please!
"So did you get everything squared away?" Hermione asked Harry, the next morning.
"Yeah, I left my landlord a note, I'm glad I hadn't paid this months rent yet, so um, how much do you want for rent?"
"What was rent on your dump?"
"Two Hundred Pounds."
"Two Hundred for that dungeon!"
"Yeah," he nodded.
"How about a hundred and fifty?"
"Okay."
"Plus your own food and stuff."
"Yeah."
"You can paint your room and arrange it however you like."
"Good, pink is not my color."
"I didn't think so."
He grinned at her. "What's with the beard, anyway," she continued.
He shrugged, "I don't know, helped me blend in, and I was so sick of shaving."
"Why didn't you just will your self to not grow hair?"
"Don't know, I rather like to have hair."
She laughed. "Oh, do you have a mattress, or bed, besides that cot?"
"Uh, I don't even have that cot, it, um came with my dungeon."
"Then what did you sleep on last night?"
"Um, my old school robes, and my blankets, and pillow."
"Wow, what do you have in that room then?"
"My plastic crates, my bean bag, my trunk, my clothes, and my blankets and pillow."
"So you want to sleep on the couch, till your rooms finished? I think theres an old mattress in the basement, a twin, if I recall correctly, would that work, when your rooms set?"
"Absolutely."
"Okay, well, I'm off to work, see you later, may be back late tonight."
"Okay, bye, have a good day, while I look through the want ads for the fiftieth time since I quit."
"Good luck with that, where have you applied?"
"A bunch of muggle places, won't hire me cause of my hair I reckon."
"Probably, have you tried the wizarding world yet?"
"No."
"Try, well I gotta go before I'm late, oh theres a few cans of paint in the basement," and she apparated away.
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It was only eight in the morning, so Harry went back to sleep, on the couch this time. He hadn't been up at or before eight, since, well his last day at Auror training.
Harry woke up at noon, had some toast and went down into the basement.
He found a couple cans of white paint, some blue-green paint, and some blue paint.
He brought up the white paint, along with some rollers, brushes, and a mixing tray, that were down there as well.
He piled all of his things into the middle of the room, and covered his stuff with his bed sheets.
And began painting.
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At around five, though Harry had no idea of the time, a male voice asked behind him, "Who are you?"
Harry turned around in shock, on his guard.
"Harry."
"Harvey? What are you doing in Hermione's house?"
"It's Harry, I live here."
"Live here, when in the hell did you move in? You certainly didn't live here two days ago, Henry."
"I moved in yesterday, and who the hell are you walking into Hermione's house, without knocking?"
"I'm her boyfriend, Chris, I have a key."
"Lucky you, I think I'll take that," Harry swiped the key from the guys hand and pocketed it.
"Who the hell do you think you are! Bastard stealing my key!"
"Well, I'd say, the guy who lives here, deserves a key more then the bloke who walks in unannounced."
"What the hell is wrong with you! Give me my key back! Now!"
The guy was throwing a tantrum.
"Chris, I suggest you leave the premises before I have to call the Bobbies."
"URGH!" and Chris turned around and Harry marched him out the door.
Harry went back to his painting.
At ten o' clock he was finished.
Since he had now completed his task of painting, he went and took a shower.
Hermione arrived home in that time, and was in the kitchen looking through a take-out menu, when Harry came out dressed, and clean shaven, though his hair quite long, a bit past his shoulders.
"No more beard there, mate?"
Harry laughed.
"What?"
"I've never heard you say mate before, I find it extremely funny."
"Alright, would you like to order some grub?"
"Sure, what kind?"
"Chinese?"
"Okay," and after they decided what they wanted, Hermione phoned in the order.
"We've got twenty minutes till we have to pick it up, want to come along for the ride?"
"In a car?"
"Yes, Harry, in a car."
"I haven't ridden in a car since before seventh year."
"Come on let's go."
Around forty minutes later they were sitting at the kitchen table enjoying there food.
"So, did you paint any of your room?"
"Yeah, got it done, maybe a half hour before you came in."
"Excellent, shall we pull that bed up?"
"Yeah."
"There's a box spring down there too, your out of luck if you want a frame."
"Don't have any use for one, so that'll be fine."
"Alright, shall we?"
They went down into the basement, and carried the mattress upstairs, "Why did we just carry that up, when either of us could have easily levitated it?"
Harry laughed, "The thought never occuried to me."
The Telephone rang.
"I'm going to get that, think you can get that box spring?"
"Of course I can, I do have a wand."
""Hello?"" Hermione said upon answering the phone.
""Hermione, why didn't you tell me someone was moving in with you?""
""It was a spur of the moment thing, Chris.""
""Who in the hell is that guy! He took my key."" The man named Chris whined.
"Well, I was going to ask for that back anyway, Harry does need a key more then you.""
""How do you know Henry, anyway?""
"Harry, he's a friend of mine from school.""
""That boarding school you went to?""
"Yes.""
""What does he do?""
""He's unemployed at the moment, I've gotta go, Chris, it's late, and I have to work tomorrow, bye."" She hung up.
She was getting quite annoyed by Chris, didn't the guy have a life besides pestering her? She was really beginning to wonder.... after two months of dating him.
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The Bobbies are London's police force, named after Robert something or other who reformed there system or something, can't exactly remember, I did learn this over 3 months ago.
I'll be gone for awhile, I leave tomorrow, and will probably be back in 7, 8 days, probably one chapter left after this one, review please!