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Chapter Twenty-HA HA YOUR GOING TO WANT TO KILL ME!
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Harry Potter sat in the living room of Hermione Granger's house, reading a novel the next day when...
"Hermione, HERMIONE, HER," came the voice of the head in the fireplace.
Harry looked up from his book, finally breaking out of his trance like state, while reading.
"She's at work right now, your Kristina Azetrof, from Gryfindor, right?"
"Yeah and your Harry Potter, from Slytherin, what are you doing at Hermione's?"
"I live here, she's made me move in, well after seeing the state of my former flat."
"Did she really?" she asked with a hint of mischeif, then continued, "What did Chris the Jack Ass think?"
"I don't think he was too happy."
"Good he's a total wanker, whom she should have broken it off with months ago. I've got to get back to work, let Hermione know I flooed, bye Potter."
"Bye Azetrof, call me Harry."
"Well, if that's the case, call me Krissy, or Kris, NEVER KRISTINA."
"I've got it, bye Krissy, I'll let her know." =
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The same day, evening, nine o' clock, Harry is in Hermione's kitchen making a pot of spaghetti, yes in her pots, of course.
Harry hears the front door open, and someone comes in and sets there things down haphazardly and another someone barges through the door after the first.
"Don't you walk away from me!" Harry recognized the enraged voice as Chris.
"Why shouldn't I? Our date was over and we're at my house, are we not?" Hermione replied calmly. "Yes, but, why did you let that man move into your house? YOU DIDN'T EVEN ASK ME!"
"And why would I have to ask you, whether or not I allow someone to move into MY house?"
"Because! Because I'm your boyfriend!"
"Well I guess it's over then, GET OUT."
"ARE YOU BREAKING UP WITH ME?"
"I just did, now get out of my house before I have to call the bobbies." Harry heard the front door slam shut. Chris had obviously left. =
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Hermione entered the kitchen. "Evening Hermione," he greeted.
"Hi Harry, you heard didn't you, I'm sorry. That was a long time coming. I feel so relieved, I should have done that months ago."
"That's what Krissy told me this morning."
"You talked to Kris?"
"Yeah, she flooed for you."
"Okay."
"Want some dinner? Tea?"
"Yes please, what is it?"
"Spaghetti."
"I'll have some."
"Would you like some firewhiskey with your tea?" she nodded. "Coming right up." He brought over two bowls of spaghetti, followed by two cups of tea, and a bottle of firewhiskey....
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"So, do you mind if I ask what happened?"
"You heard, but he was bugging me about you moving in all night," she said before taking a bite of noodles.
"Why?"
"I think he was jealous."
"Jealous! Jealous at some random person he doesn't even know! Now that's is something wrong, that is!"
"I completely agree with you there," she replied, filling her now empty tea cup with firewhiskey. "It was over much before you came into the picture, so it's not your fault, by any means, if that's what your thinking."
"What a prat, if he thinks there's something between us, just because you were strongarmed into letting me live here, come on."
"He's an idiot, didn't even realize all the odd things about me, like popping in and out of nowhere, plus he had no idea where I worked, it's all very funny, how dense the bastard is."
"Plus we've had a good share of firewhiskey, huh?"
"Yep."
A week later, Fred Weasley flooed for Harry. "Hi Hermione, hey is Harry in?"
"I think so, I'll go check."
"Thanks."
A few minutes later Harry is in the living room, clad in sweats and a t-shirt to talk to Fred.
"Hey Fred, what's up?"
"Besides the roof of Hermione's fireplace, I was wondering if you were still looking for a job?" "I am, why? See a good offer?"
"I have one for you," he said in a business like manner.
"Really, shoot."
"Salesperson, stocker, you'll do some of the business and negotions as well at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Basically you man the counter, stock shelves and if you like, even try your hand at inventing. You were excellent in many classes perfect for that at Hogwarts. Plus there's plenty of room for advancement as we branch out."
"What's the starting salary?"
"For you, Twenty Galloens an hour."
"A little high isn't that? How about ten."
"Your our partner and we know you've been donating what we've been sending you to charity, leaving you nothing to live on, Twenty Galleons."
"Ten."
"Fifthteen, no less."
"Start me off like everyone else. We got a deal?"
"No can do. Take this offer or leave it."
"And what's the offer? Kidding, fine, fine, twisting my leg you are. When do I start?"
"Tomorrow seven AM."
"Alright, what's the proper attire for a job a Weasley's Wizard Wheezes? Do you have a required uniform?"
"Nope, casual, muggle or wizard wear, we'll have a nametag and smock waiting!"
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow. Oh, yeah, how many days a week and what hours will I be working?"
"You'll have varying shifts, tomorrow seven till five."
"Okay."
"Don't be late."
"I'll try not to be." Harry stepped up from his kneeling position, where Fred had previously been in the flames, and off into the kitchen. -
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"Hermione, I guess I'll be able to start paying you that rent now," Harry told her solemnly.
"So I take it Fred and George Weasley gave you a job then?"
"Yeah. I start tomorrow, bright and early... Will you wake me up?"
"What time?"
"Six, or what time do you usually get up?"
"Six, usually."
"Which is why you start your day off with a nice strong cup of coffee?"
"Exactly."
"Yeah, I'd say make it a pot, tomorrow."
"Alright."
"It's going to be odd, being on a normal schedule."
"Hey, maybe they'll put you on midnight stocking."
"I guess that wouldn't be all too bad."
"Buff you up?" They both laughed.
"Hey, you never know... my jack-ass cousin boxed in school and my Dad was a chaser."
"True."
"Sooo, there's hope for me yet."
"Actually, you don't look bad at all, better to have a little flab."
"Thank you, thank you, at least I can please you." And they smiled at eachother and burst out laughing.
Before stopping and continuing to smile before leaning towards eachother and they kissed.
The sun beaming through the hospital wing windows greeted Harry as he blinked, before opening his eyes fully, and sitting up.
"Professor Dumbledore? Hermione! Ron Weasley? NEVILLE! How?" and he hugged the shocked young man. "Weasley?" he snarled.
Which caused the younger witch to blink and look around questioningly. "What am I doing here? Didn't I graduate almost a year ago?"
"Harry, you are a seventh year."
"Slytherin?"
"NO! Gryfindor," his friends stated.
"That was one hell of a dream then."
"Ah, I see, so what was this dream?"
"A different possible reality, which I guess my mind finally ran away with, and a lot of different ways too!"
"Ah, I see."
"Plus your concussion probably helped there, mate," Ron piped in.
"Yeah, yeah I guess so."
"Harry, I'm so glad your awake, here's your glasses," and Hermione engulfed him in a hug.
"What day is it?"
"November first."
"Were there any attacks last night?"
"None at all." Harry let out a a sigh of relief and smiled.
"Can I leave?"
"You may, I guess," Madam Pomfrey answered his question, "You seem to recover from head injuries quite well, surprisingly, Potter."
Harry stood up and Ron handed him his school robe, with an HB badge upon it.
"I'm Head Boy! Here too?"
"Yeah, you have been for the past two months, mate," Ron told him and the group continued onto the Head Dorm, where Harry told, most of his dream, leaving out a few parts... those of which you can guess, well mostly the final part of his dream...
When Harry's story ended, Ron got up and said, "I've gotta go, I'm late."
"Late for what?" Harry asked.
"Meeting Luna, see you."
"Yeah, I better go too," Ginny added, "Dean, expected me a half hour ago..."
"I guess I'll leave too," Neville said and left like the two before him.
Leaving Harry and Hermione alone in there common room.... and what happens next is open to your own interpretation....
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tHERE WE Have this story is finished, yeah I did rather forget something huh? sorry. it's been sitting in the back of my mind all along and I sorta forgot, if you didn't read the preface, it would rather help now....
Please Review, my most likely final fic. Later this month I'll be off to college, I'm in the higher of the 2 english classes I could have placed into! Yay, and I thought my essay sucked.. yay!
PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!
tHANKS TO THOSE WHO DID
AND DON'T FORGET NOW!
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Chapter Twenty-HA HA YOUR GOING TO WANT TO KILL ME!
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Harry Potter sat in the living room of Hermione Granger's house, reading a novel the next day when...
"Hermione, HERMIONE, HER," came the voice of the head in the fireplace.
Harry looked up from his book, finally breaking out of his trance like state, while reading.
"She's at work right now, your Kristina Azetrof, from Gryfindor, right?"
"Yeah and your Harry Potter, from Slytherin, what are you doing at Hermione's?"
"I live here, she's made me move in, well after seeing the state of my former flat."
"Did she really?" she asked with a hint of mischeif, then continued, "What did Chris the Jack Ass think?"
"I don't think he was too happy."
"Good he's a total wanker, whom she should have broken it off with months ago. I've got to get back to work, let Hermione know I flooed, bye Potter."
"Bye Azetrof, call me Harry."
"Well, if that's the case, call me Krissy, or Kris, NEVER KRISTINA."
"I've got it, bye Krissy, I'll let her know." =
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The same day, evening, nine o' clock, Harry is in Hermione's kitchen making a pot of spaghetti, yes in her pots, of course.
Harry hears the front door open, and someone comes in and sets there things down haphazardly and another someone barges through the door after the first.
"Don't you walk away from me!" Harry recognized the enraged voice as Chris.
"Why shouldn't I? Our date was over and we're at my house, are we not?" Hermione replied calmly. "Yes, but, why did you let that man move into your house? YOU DIDN'T EVEN ASK ME!"
"And why would I have to ask you, whether or not I allow someone to move into MY house?"
"Because! Because I'm your boyfriend!"
"Well I guess it's over then, GET OUT."
"ARE YOU BREAKING UP WITH ME?"
"I just did, now get out of my house before I have to call the bobbies." Harry heard the front door slam shut. Chris had obviously left. =
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Hermione entered the kitchen. "Evening Hermione," he greeted.
"Hi Harry, you heard didn't you, I'm sorry. That was a long time coming. I feel so relieved, I should have done that months ago."
"That's what Krissy told me this morning."
"You talked to Kris?"
"Yeah, she flooed for you."
"Okay."
"Want some dinner? Tea?"
"Yes please, what is it?"
"Spaghetti."
"I'll have some."
"Would you like some firewhiskey with your tea?" she nodded. "Coming right up." He brought over two bowls of spaghetti, followed by two cups of tea, and a bottle of firewhiskey....
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"So, do you mind if I ask what happened?"
"You heard, but he was bugging me about you moving in all night," she said before taking a bite of noodles.
"Why?"
"I think he was jealous."
"Jealous! Jealous at some random person he doesn't even know! Now that's is something wrong, that is!"
"I completely agree with you there," she replied, filling her now empty tea cup with firewhiskey. "It was over much before you came into the picture, so it's not your fault, by any means, if that's what your thinking."
"What a prat, if he thinks there's something between us, just because you were strongarmed into letting me live here, come on."
"He's an idiot, didn't even realize all the odd things about me, like popping in and out of nowhere, plus he had no idea where I worked, it's all very funny, how dense the bastard is."
"Plus we've had a good share of firewhiskey, huh?"
"Yep."
A week later, Fred Weasley flooed for Harry. "Hi Hermione, hey is Harry in?"
"I think so, I'll go check."
"Thanks."
A few minutes later Harry is in the living room, clad in sweats and a t-shirt to talk to Fred.
"Hey Fred, what's up?"
"Besides the roof of Hermione's fireplace, I was wondering if you were still looking for a job?" "I am, why? See a good offer?"
"I have one for you," he said in a business like manner.
"Really, shoot."
"Salesperson, stocker, you'll do some of the business and negotions as well at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Basically you man the counter, stock shelves and if you like, even try your hand at inventing. You were excellent in many classes perfect for that at Hogwarts. Plus there's plenty of room for advancement as we branch out."
"What's the starting salary?"
"For you, Twenty Galloens an hour."
"A little high isn't that? How about ten."
"Your our partner and we know you've been donating what we've been sending you to charity, leaving you nothing to live on, Twenty Galleons."
"Ten."
"Fifthteen, no less."
"Start me off like everyone else. We got a deal?"
"No can do. Take this offer or leave it."
"And what's the offer? Kidding, fine, fine, twisting my leg you are. When do I start?"
"Tomorrow seven AM."
"Alright, what's the proper attire for a job a Weasley's Wizard Wheezes? Do you have a required uniform?"
"Nope, casual, muggle or wizard wear, we'll have a nametag and smock waiting!"
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow. Oh, yeah, how many days a week and what hours will I be working?"
"You'll have varying shifts, tomorrow seven till five."
"Okay."
"Don't be late."
"I'll try not to be." Harry stepped up from his kneeling position, where Fred had previously been in the flames, and off into the kitchen. -
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"Hermione, I guess I'll be able to start paying you that rent now," Harry told her solemnly.
"So I take it Fred and George Weasley gave you a job then?"
"Yeah. I start tomorrow, bright and early... Will you wake me up?"
"What time?"
"Six, or what time do you usually get up?"
"Six, usually."
"Which is why you start your day off with a nice strong cup of coffee?"
"Exactly."
"Yeah, I'd say make it a pot, tomorrow."
"Alright."
"It's going to be odd, being on a normal schedule."
"Hey, maybe they'll put you on midnight stocking."
"I guess that wouldn't be all too bad."
"Buff you up?" They both laughed.
"Hey, you never know... my jack-ass cousin boxed in school and my Dad was a chaser."
"True."
"Sooo, there's hope for me yet."
"Actually, you don't look bad at all, better to have a little flab."
"Thank you, thank you, at least I can please you." And they smiled at eachother and burst out laughing.
Before stopping and continuing to smile before leaning towards eachother and they kissed.
The sun beaming through the hospital wing windows greeted Harry as he blinked, before opening his eyes fully, and sitting up.
"Professor Dumbledore? Hermione! Ron Weasley? NEVILLE! How?" and he hugged the shocked young man. "Weasley?" he snarled.
Which caused the younger witch to blink and look around questioningly. "What am I doing here? Didn't I graduate almost a year ago?"
"Harry, you are a seventh year."
"Slytherin?"
"NO! Gryfindor," his friends stated.
"That was one hell of a dream then."
"Ah, I see, so what was this dream?"
"A different possible reality, which I guess my mind finally ran away with, and a lot of different ways too!"
"Ah, I see."
"Plus your concussion probably helped there, mate," Ron piped in.
"Yeah, yeah I guess so."
"Harry, I'm so glad your awake, here's your glasses," and Hermione engulfed him in a hug.
"What day is it?"
"November first."
"Were there any attacks last night?"
"None at all." Harry let out a a sigh of relief and smiled.
"Can I leave?"
"You may, I guess," Madam Pomfrey answered his question, "You seem to recover from head injuries quite well, surprisingly, Potter."
Harry stood up and Ron handed him his school robe, with an HB badge upon it.
"I'm Head Boy! Here too?"
"Yeah, you have been for the past two months, mate," Ron told him and the group continued onto the Head Dorm, where Harry told, most of his dream, leaving out a few parts... those of which you can guess, well mostly the final part of his dream...
When Harry's story ended, Ron got up and said, "I've gotta go, I'm late."
"Late for what?" Harry asked.
"Meeting Luna, see you."
"Yeah, I better go too," Ginny added, "Dean, expected me a half hour ago..."
"I guess I'll leave too," Neville said and left like the two before him.
Leaving Harry and Hermione alone in there common room.... and what happens next is open to your own interpretation....
=THE END=
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tHERE WE Have this story is finished, yeah I did rather forget something huh? sorry. it's been sitting in the back of my mind all along and I sorta forgot, if you didn't read the preface, it would rather help now....
Please Review, my most likely final fic. Later this month I'll be off to college, I'm in the higher of the 2 english classes I could have placed into! Yay, and I thought my essay sucked.. yay!
PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!
tHANKS TO THOSE WHO DID
AND DON'T FORGET NOW!