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Note: To avoid confusion, I will write down Jamie, Charles, Hermione and Harry's age here:

Jamie: 18
Charles: 12
Harry and Hermione: 25

Note 2: THIS IS STILL NOT THE ENDING YET

Translation:

Bonsoir - Good evening

Je m'appelle Harry Potter. J'ai réserve une table pour 2 – My name's Harry Potter. I reserved a table for 2.

C'est là-bas – It's over there.

Puis-je avoir la carte – May I please have the menu

Y a-t-il quelqu'un qui parle anglais ici – Is there anyone here who speaks English

Anglais – English

Pardon, l'addition, s'il vous plait – Excuse me, I'd like to pay.

Gardez la monnaie – Keep the change.

Pouvez-vous me dire.... - Can you tell me....

Non, Je ne peux pas - No, I can't

Chapter 11: Harry Finds Out

That evening, Harry decided to bring Hermione out for dinner. He was waiting impatiently at the front door, looking dashing in his black suit and white shirt.

"Hermione, hurry up!" he yelled up the stairs.

"Okay!"

Harry looked at his watch, hoping that they could make it in time for his reservation at the restaurant. He was about to yell up the stairs again when he saw Hermione.

Hermione was at the head of the stairs, looking down at him. She was in a dark red long spaghetti strap dress, which was long enough to cover her feet, but as she walked down the stairs, she lifted her dress slightly to prevent her from tripping, and Harry could see her wearing black high-heels. Her hair was down but it was soft, shiny and beautiful. Her necklace shone brightly on her bare neck.

Harry's mouth dropped open at her beauty and it remained when Hermione arrived by his side. Giggling, she lifted Harry's chin to close his mouth.

Smiling, Harry whispered, "You look wonderful."

Hermione just smiled back.

"Bonsoir, Monsieur." said the waiter politely at the door of the restaurant.

"Bonsoir, Je m'appelle Harry Potter. J'ai réserve une table pour 2. " said Harry in fluent French.

"Oui, Monsieur Potter. C'est là-bas." said the waiter and he showed them to a table for two where they could see a magnificent night view of Paris.

Harry pulled out the seat for Hermione before he sat down himself. Turning to the waiter, he said, "Puis-je avoir la carte?"

The waiter nodded and left for a few seconds before he came back with two sets of menu. Hermione took one of them and opened it. She frowned slightly.

"Harry? All of them are in French. I don't understand a single word." she said.

"It's okay, I can order for the both of us." said Harry and gave a glance at the menu. "Let's see.... appetizer.....how about quiche?"

"And that is?" asked Hermione.

"An open-faced tart with a rich, creamy filling of vegetables, meat or seafood."

"Mmm.....okay."

"And what else......main course....lobster?"

"....All right, but if I can't finish it up, you do it for me." said Hermione and grinned mischievously.

Harry made a face and looked at the cheese specialties. "I think I will just skip the cheese..... anything you want for dessert?"

"Any cake?"

"Yeah..... chocolate?"

Hermione nodded and Harry said to the waiter their orders in French.

The waiter scribbled as fast as he could on his notebook and Harry noticed something. "Oh yeah, I forgot drinks! What do you want for drinks, Hermione?"

Before Hermione could say anything, he said, "Just don't say sherry, it reminds me of Professor Trelawney."

Hermione laughed and said, "Champagne then."

Harry said something in French to the waiter again, he nodded and took away the menus.

After he left, Hermione looked at Harry in amazement. "Where did you learn your French from?"

"By myself." said Harry proudly. "Do you like this place?"

"It's beautiful." said Hermione, admiring the view of Paris. "I have never felt so good since 8 years ago."

"Erm, Hermione? Do you mind if I ask you something?" asked Harry slowly.

"Hm?" asked Hermione, leaning forward to look at him in his eyes.

"Err...... maybe later." said Harry, not wanting to ruin Hermione's appetite by asking her what happened to her 8 years ago.

A few minutes later, the waiter arrived with the appetizers. He placed the seafood quiche on Hermione's side and a seafood soufflé on Harry's side.

Hermione picked up her spoon, took a scoop of filling out of her tart and put it in her mouth. She was just about to swallow it when she saw someone that made her almost choked on her food.

Mrs Jones.

She was wearing a black dress which looked so tight that she almost couldn't fit in it. Her hair was in an elegant twist and she had a female friend with her. Hermione had seen her once, she was Mrs Conkling, almost as nasty as Mrs Jones herself. They came through the entrance and sat down at a table near Harry and her.

"Y a-t-il quelqu'un qui parle anglais ici?" said Mrs Jones with difficulty.

The waiter frowned slightly at her and called: "Horatio! Anglais!"

As a waiter came over to take Mrs Jones's order, Hermione bent as low as she could over her food, trying not to let her face being shown.

"Hermione, are you okay?" asked Harry in bewilderment.

"Hm, yeah." said Hermione quickly and ate up her quiche. But she felt like she didn't eat anything.

Finally, she said, "Harry, do you mind changing seats with me?"

"Why?" asked Harry.

"Please." said Hermione urgently.

Harry nodded and exchanged seats with her. She sat down gratefully, at least Mrs Jones wouldn't see her face now. Hermione was now relaxed throughout the main course, talking and laughing at Harry's tales he had encountered during the past 8 years. She finished the delicious lobster without much of Harry's help and regretted that she didn't taste much of her quiche earlier.

The waiter cleared their dishes and gave them a plate of chocolate cake and two glasses of champagne. Hermione cut a small slice of it. Giggling, she lifted it with her spoon and said, "Harry, say 'ah'....."

"Why? So that you could examine my teeth?" said Harry in a good sense of humour but he opened his mouth anyway. "Ah.....how's my teeth, Doctor Granger?"

Laughing, Hermione fed Harry with the cake. "Just eat up, doctor's orders!"

"My, look at the couple behind you, Daisy. How disgusting." said Mrs Conkling in a disgusted tone.

Hermione froze.

Harry glared at Mrs Conkling. "Hey, mind your own business!"

"You hold your tongue, young man!" said Mrs Conkling sharply. "Don't you know who I am? The wife of Andrew Conkling, boss of the greatest steel company in England."

Harry snorted. "Like I care."

Mrs Conkling stood up. "I'm going to teach you a lesson, boy!"

The customers were talking and whispering at the commotion.

"Your mother must not have taught you manners!" said Mrs Jones, getting up. "Who knows, Beatrice, she might be as rude as her son!"

Hermione's face turned white at Harry's face. It was red with fury.

"Don't you talk about my mother like that," he said, his voice was dangerously low. "You don't know her."

"Don't come over, don't come over......" Hermione prayed silently.

But Mrs Jones and Mrs Conkling did come over to their table. As they did, Hermione had her face low, as if she was embarrassed.

"Oh yeah? Then didn't she teach you manners?" asked Mrs Conkling.

Harry stood up and looked directly at Mrs Conkling. "She died with my father when I was one."

"I should have known." said Mrs Jones. "And you were brought up with no manners at all!"

Harry gritted his teeth, and to his fury, Mrs Jones added, "Does this girl have no manners either?" she asked, indicating Hermione.

"Hermione is the best girl I ever come across in my life!" said Harry, the fire was in his eyes once more.

"Hermione?" asked Mrs Jones slowly.

"Yeah!" said Harry proudly. "And she is the prettiest as well, show her, Hermione!"

Hermione shook her head, hard.

Harry's eyes widened. "Hermione?"

Mrs Jones went beside Hermione's seat, kneeled down and looked at Hermione's face. Hermione's hands covered it immediately but Mrs Jones saw and recognized it.

"Oh, so it is you, Hermy!" said Mrs Jones in a tone that reminded Harry of Aunt Marge when she saw him. "Didn't expect to see you here, are you working for this rude young man now?"

Hermione didn't respond. Harry looked confused.

"So I was right to kick you out of my household. You should be grateful to me, if I didn't fire you, you won't have the chance to work under this brat."

Harry's expression turned from confusion to horror.

"But I still don't understand what are you doing here with him, did you seduce him while working so that you could be rich?" asked Mrs Jones.

Hermione's shoulders were shaking.

"Well, young man," said Mrs Jones, standing up and turning to Harry. "This woman was my maid. I found her 8 years ago in the woods, with no memories at all. I was kind enough to bring her in and she repaid me with laziness and stupidity."

Harry looked slowly at Hermione. "Is it true, Hermione? That you actually worked as a maid for the past 8 years?"

Hermione nodded slightly and looked at Harry, her face was stained with tears. "I'm so sorry, Harry. I'm not the Hermione Granger you knew anymore. I'm not worthy of you, you better find someone else......"

Harry didn't respond. So that's why......

"Let me give you an advice, young man." said Mrs Jones. "She's really worthless. You are wasting your time and money with her."

Harry wasn't listening, Jamie's voice was flooding in his mind: "She was wearing old clothes at that time, an old hat and coat. She looked tired and skinny under those clothes. And her arms and legs were covered with bruises. Some of them are clearly made by a whip or something. Even I and Charles won't get bruises like that......"

Harry looked at Hermione without turning his head. She was now shaking her head and crying, as if she had done something terribly wrong.

"......let me recommended some maids to you, they are a lot better than this lazy, stupid girl......" continued Mrs Jones.

SMACK

Hermione looked up and saw Harry with his hand raised and Mrs Jones with her hand on her cheek. He had just slapped Mrs Jones across the face.

"Harry......" started Hermione.

"Don't you dare call Hermione lazy, you foul and evil..... bitch!" yelled Harry, who was shaking with anger.

"You hit me!" said Mrs Jones in shock.

"So what? If it isn't the fact that you are a woman, I would have punched you instead of slap you!" said Harry angrily. "Hermione isn't lazy, she isn't stupid either! You don't know her, she's the most hardworking and cleverest girl in my school!"

Leaning forward, he looked straight into Mrs Jones's eyes and continued, "I know that you have beaten her frequently during the past 8 years. That's why she had bruises all over her body when her friends found her."

Customers who understood English began to whisper and pointed at Mrs Jones.

"You mistreated her so badly and gave her nothing except a permanent mental scar! That slap is for Hermione."

Harry grabbed his glass of champagne and splashed the contents on Mrs Jones before she could dodge. "And this is from me, for thanking you for taking care of Hermione so well." he said, his voice rich with sarcasm.

As Mrs Jones was screaming in rage, her face dripping, Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her up to her feet. "Come on, Hermione, let's go."

He put a 10 euro note on the table for the waiter before they left, he led her for a few steps before he turned around and said, "I'm getting my lawyer. I'm going to sue you for abusing my girlfriend, wait and see."

He turned to the restaurant manager, who was watching the whole thing. "Pardon, l'addition, s'il vous plait." he said calmly.

"Um, 250 euros." said the manager, who was still shock at Harry's anger.

Harry dug into his pocket and took out three 100 euro notes. He put the notes on the manager's hand. "Gardez la monnaie."

The manager bow quickly and let Harry and Hermione out.

On the ride home, Harry was silent throughout the journey. When they arrived back to Harry's house, Ron was out. Harry handed over his and Hermione's cloaks to Sophie.

"Harry......" said Hermione quietly.

"What?"

"Come with me to the garden, now." said Hermione seriously.

Harry was still for a while before he muttered. "Okay."

They walked to the garden, closing the glass doors that separated them from the house.

Sophie blinked at them in surprise and whispered to Antonio. "Pouvez-vous me dire....."

Antonio shook his head. "Non, Je ne peux pas."

Harry and Hermione was sitting at a bench, watching the small fountain as it worked.

Hermione spoke first. "Harry, I know that you are upset about just now."

Harry didn't reply.

"You must be shocked to find out that I was a maid during the past 8 years." said Hermione quickly but her voice was trembling. "And, and I repeated what I have said before, I'm not worthy of you already. I think it's better if you find someone else....."

"NO!"

Harry turned and grabbed Hermione's shoulders. "I don't want to find someone else, I want you and you only. I don't care if you used to be a maid or a prostitute or even a vampire, I love you because you are yourself. You are still the Hermione Granger I know. Who cares about what you did during the past 8 years?"

Hermione looked at Harry. "You mean you don't mind at the fact that I used to be a maid?"

Harry smiled and shook his head. "Why should I? Hermione, your life as a maid is over, it's just a memory. You should look forward, not backwards. All right?"

Hermione smiled back. "I'll try."

"You must. And I think I have the right thing to help you to move on." He removed his hands from Hermione's shoulders and searched his pockets. "Remember our last Yule Ball?"

Hermione nodded. "You gave me the necklace and proposed to me."

"But you said that it's too early." said Harry and still searching his pockets. "Now where did I put it......aha!"

Slowly, he pulled out a small velvet-made square box. "Now is the time appropriate? Or is it still too early?"

Hermione didn't say anything, was that thing what she think it was?

Harry swallowed nervously and opened the box. Hermione gasped at the sight of a heart-shaped diamond on a white gold ring.

"I'm planning to do this after dinner but I think this place is okay too...." said Harry slowly and looked at her. "Hermione, will you marry me?"