Author's Notes: I do not own anything having to deal with Harry Potter. I
hope my faithful readers enjoy this chapter.
Chapter Six: The Yellow Disk
Hermione never thought that she would be so afraid of a Monday morning. It would be the first day that possibly everyone at school would find out that she and Harry were officially together, dating. It was a good thing, but perhaps Hermione was worried because they could get some bad reactions, which would probably come from Cho and her group of popular girlfriends.
The fear that Hermione held inside of her somehow melted away when she saw Harry slowly walking towards her. She could feel warmth spread to her cheeks as he smiled at her, finally reaching her. Her heart skipped as he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her gently. Hermione eagerly returned the kiss before quickly breaking apart.
"What's wrong?' he asked.
"Nothing," Hermione replied. "Still getting used to us."
"Well, let me help you get used to it faster," Harry said before kissing her again. It lasted several seconds before a familiar voice spoke.
"Oh my god," Ron said, his face in a look of shocked disbelief.
"Hey Ron," Harry said as he pulled back from Hermione, who began to blush like she never had before.
"Morning Harry, Hermione," he said with a smile.
"Good morning, Ron," Hermione said. Harry slowly took her hand in his.
"So how and when did this happen?" Ron asked.
"Saturday night," Hermione replied.
"Wait, Saturday night? Before or after the movie?"
"After," Harry answered.
Ron laughed lightly. "Well, it's about time."
"And what do you mean by that?" Hermione asked as she pulled a few books out of her locker with her free hand.
"Nothing, really. I guess I've just been expecting this since the first day I met you here at school, Hermione," Ron explained. "The way you two talked and looked at each other...it was quite obvious."
The five-minute bell rang in the hallway. "Crap. Class. By the way, have either of you seen Padma this morning, at all?" Ron asked anxiously.
"Nope," Harry replied as he walked down the hallway with Ron and Hermione.
"I'm getting worried. I've tried to call her a few times this morning and she hasn't answered. She didn't answer yesterday either."
"I'm sure she's fine, Ron," Hermione said as they took their usual seats in Chemistry.
"Yeah," Ron said, pausing. "I'm sure she is."
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It wasn't until the late afternoon that Padma was able to finally come out of her bedroom. She couldn't bring herself to get up and go to school earlier that day. Her only priority now was to get to her cell phone and call Ron. She had been struggling all day with that thought, wondering if she should call him and talk to him. Luckily, she had finally made up her mind.
After quietly sneaking to the bathroom where she left her purse, Padma grabbed her cell phone and dashed back to her bedroom. With the door securely locked behind her, Padma dialed the number of Ron's cell phone.
"Pick up," she anxiously whispered as it rang.
Padma was just about to hang up when Ron suddenly answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey."
"Padma, where the hell have you been? I've been trying to call you all day long!" Ron exploded.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. It's just that I haven't been feeling well today."
"What's wrong? Are you sick? Do you have the flu?"
"No...Ron, I really need to have a talk with you," Padma said softly.
"We're talking right now, sweetie," Ron replied.
"I mean face-to-face. Can you meet me at the corner Walgreen's?" Padma asked.
Ron would have asked why she wanted to meet him there, but he could hear the seriousness in her voice. "Sure," he said before hanging up.
It only took Padma a few minutes to dress, and she only had to walk a few blocks once she left home. Ron was patiently waiting outside. It surprised Padma that he was already there; but then again, he had to have been out and about if he was going to answer his cell phone.
"Why did you want to meet me here?" Ron asked as she ushered him inside.
"I, uh...wanted you to help me with something," Padma replied as she slowly steered him towards a certain aisle.
"You haven't told me what's wrong with you," Ron said as he gently tried to hold her hand. Padma stepped back, almost jumping.
"Padma, you're starting to scare me a little," Ron quickly said, glancing around. "What are we doing in this aisle?"
Padma sighed softly before slowly turning Ron around, where he was able to see the assorted brands of pregnancy tests.
"Are you joking with me?" he asked nervously.
Padma's silence spoke more than words.
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Monday afternoons for Harry would usually be a trip to the local coffee shop on the corner of the street across from his apartment building. Cho would usually go with him, but since he was now dating Hermione, she accompanied him instead. It actually was somehow a lot more fun to go there now because Hermione absolutely loved the place, while Cho had always thought it was dank and boring. The only thing that Cho had liked was the blueberry scone that they sold.
The moment that they stepped through the door signaled by a small dinging bell, Harry saw Hermione's eyes light up. He walked with her as she explored the small coffee shop, looking at the many items that they sold there: food, drinks, books, CDs, and apparel.
Harry waited patiently before he finally settled down in the large lounge area that was dimly lit to add a romantic effect. As Hermione went up and bought two cappuccino's for them with Harry's money, Harry hooked up his laptop to the internet jacks that were located on the small round table in the middle of a large, round couch.
"What are you looking at?" Hermione asked as she sat down next to Harry, kissing him softly.
"There's a book that I'm going to order off of this internet website that I'm going to have delivered to me as soon as possible," Harry explained as he finished typing in the necessary mailing information and confirming his order.
"A book about what?" Hermione asked as she took a sip from her warm cappuccino.
"Creative writing," Harry replied.
"What are you getting a book on creative writing for?" Hermione asked.
Harry hesitated before answering. "I'm thinking of majoring in journalism or creative writing when I go to college."
"Really? I thought you would go to a college like Yale or Harvard to go into law, since both of your parents are lawyers, and the fact that you seem to like it."
"Well, I do like law, but it's not something I would want to spend my life doing for a job. You see, my father isn't around a whole lot. He's really busy, while my mother is not as busy as he is. That's probably why I get along with her more. Since he's always busy, he doesn't have much time to spend with us, and I don't want to be like that. I want to be a family father that is around as much as possible," Harry explained.
"So, you want to be a writer instead of a lawyer?" Hermione asked with a smile.
"Maybe," Harry replied. "What do you want to be?"
Hermione blushed softly. "An artist."
"Wow. Really?"
Hermione nodded her head. "I'll show you my notebook sometime."
Harry smiled softly. "I'm looking forward to it," he said as he reached out and put his arms around Hermione, pulling her towards him. Hermione's arms found their way around Harry's neck as they kissed gently, but it soon became heated. Harry's tongue slowly found its way into Hermione's mouth as he slowly french kissed her. Hermione quickly responded before suddenly stopping, pulling away.
"Is something wrong?" Harry asked.
Hermione slowly looked around, and Harry followed her gaze. Almost everyone in the shop was staring at them. Hermione's face flushed red as Harry took her hand and pulled her up.
"Let's get out of here," he said as he quickly put away his laptop and left the coffee shop with Hermione.
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The silence between them was awkward, and Ron hated every second of it. "What color has it turned?" he asked impatiently.
"I don't know yet, Ron. Give it a few more minutes," Padma replied from her position inside of the bathroom stall. Together, Ron and Padma had carefully snuck a pregnancy test box into the women's restroom at Walgreen's.
It would be a strange sight for a passerby to see them in the bathroom, a couple that was completely in love with each other, yet they were being torn apart every second that passed.
Ron sighed softly as Padma opened the stall door and came out. "I just don't understand. I used a condom. Several, actually."
"Well they don't always work, Ron. It says so on the box. They only work like 97% of the time, or something like that," Padma explained.
"It does?" Ron asked loudly in a panicked tone. "I'm going to check the box later to make sure."
Padma didn't even look at Ron as she crossed over to the sink, the pregnancy strip in her hand. She looked at herself in the mirror. 'I look like shit,' she thought, and it didn't help when she realized that she could look even worse if she was pregnant.
"So, if you are pregnant, what color would the strip be?" Ron asked.
Padma carefully scanned over the box. "Blue."
"And if you're not pregnant?"
"Yellow."
"And how much longer until it's done?"
"Two minutes."
Ron stood slowly before briskly walking towards Padma. He waited with her as the two minutes passed by. After checking her watch, Padma nervously looked down at the small strip.
"What color is it?" Ron asked nervously.
Padma quickly handed it to him. "I'm too nervous. Tell me what color it is."
Ron slowly looked down, and warmly welcomed the waves of relief. "The strip is yellow."
Padma looked up at him. "Are you serious?"
"Yes, sweetie."
Ron could see the relief wash over Padma too, and he slowly put the strip down as he moved forward to hold her in his arms. Unfortunately for Ron, Padma backed away.
"What's wrong? Everything is fine now, Padma."
"No, things aren't fine, Ron."
"How do you figure that?"
"When I first thought I was pregnant, Ron, I was so scared. I still am, because I love you so much and it is so hard to resist giving into temptation with you. I'm not ready to be a mother, Ron," Padma explained.
"We don't have to have sex for a while, honey. I can take the urges away by masturbating more often. You can even call me the "right-hand man"."
Padma wanted to laugh, but she couldn't. "Ron...I think I need a break."
"What?"
"I want us...to take a break."
"No, Padma, please don't do this."
I am so sorry. I still love you, so much, but I just need some time," Padma said. She stepped towards Ron, kissed his cheek, and then left the bathroom, heading home,
Ron saw the tears in her eyes as she left. His chest ached with pain. It felt like his heart was literally breaking into pieces. And then, Ron did something that he had truly never done before: he want into the small bathroom stall and slowly began to cry, tears dripping from his eyes and landing on the tiled floor.
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The rest of the week quickly passed by. Harry and Hermione had no problems with anyone, not even Cho's girlfriends. The news that Ron and Padma were on a break spread like wildfire, with many rumors to what had caused it. Only Harry, Hermione, Ron, Padma, and Cho knew what had really happened.
"I feel so bad for them," Hermione said as she and Harry walked hand-in- hand to his apartment.
"I wouldn't worry too much about it. Things may look bad for them now, but I'm sure everything will work out for them in the end."
Hermione turned, stopping Harry. "What?" he asked, grinning.
"I like how you can be so positive in such depressing times."
Harry laughed and kissed her passionately.
"Excuse me, Mr. Potter?" someone asked from behind Harry and Hermione in front of Harry's apartment building.
After turning around, Harry saw the UPS deliveryman approaching, his brown truck parked at the curb.
"Yes?" Harry asked.
"I have a package for you. Would you please sign here?" the worker asked as he handed Harry his package and the signing pad.
Harry quickly signed his signature on the pad before holding the package. He immediately ripped the tape off of the small box, pulling out his book on creative writing.
"Excellent," Harry said.
The delivery truck next to the curb started as the UPS worker slowly began to pull away, but suddenly braked as hard as it could as a few kids ran across the street in front of it. But the rumble of the truck was so loud, Harry and Hermione didn't hear the clunk of a small, yellow computer disk as it fell off of the top of the truck and into Harry's box as he put his book back in it.
"I'm nervous," Hermione whispered to Harry as they entered the elevator in his apartment building.
"Whatever for?" Harry asked.
"I really want your parents to like me, Harry."
"They won't like you, Hermione," Harry said. Hermione looked hurt by his words, but allowed Harry to finish. "They will love you."
Hermione's cheeks flushed as Harry pulled her into a passionate kiss, her back pressed against the elevator door. Harry's arms wrapped around her waist as he slowly heated things up. He soon began to gently french kiss her, massaging her tongue with his own. One of Harry's hands began to slowly go underneath Hermione's blouse when the elevator door suddenly opened.
Harry and Hermione quickly parted, straightening their clothing as they stepped out of the elevator and up to the door to Harry's apartment. Just as he reached out for the doorknob, Harry quickly turned to Hermione. "Are you ready?" he asked.
Hermione breathed out nervously. "Not really, but I think I will manage."
"Alright. Here we go," Harry said as he grasped the handle and opened the door.
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The loud sound of the gun shooting was muffled in Draco's ears by the strong earmuffs he was wearing as he carefully shot at the large target on the wall. Since his family was so rich, they were able to own a small shooting range on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, and Draco got to shoot for free whenever he wanted to. Over the years, he had become quite the marksman, but he unfortunately could not fight with a sword or simply fence, and Draco knew for a fact that Harry could. He was going to work on it, however, since he was going to go to his first fencing lesson later on. He just had to be better at it than Harry.
Draco was just about to start firing again after reloading the rifle when the cell phone in his pocket vibrated. Sighing, Malfoy carefully set the rifle aside and pulled the vibrating cell phone out of his jeans pockets.
"Hello?" he coldly asked.
"My house, tomorrow night."
Draco blinked, slightly confused. "Who is this?" he asked.
"You know who it is, Draco. I can't take it anymore. Ever since that evening in the locker room, I can't get you out of my mind. I need you so badly."
"So, you want me to come over and fuck you, Cho?" Malfoy asked, a smile spreading across his face.
"Tomorrow night. My parents will be gone."
"What time?"
"8:30."
"I'll be there," Draco replied before hanging up, smiling. Going back to his rifle, Malfoy picked it up and carefully aimed it. "Everything is going according to plan," Draco said before pulling the trigger, earmuffs comfortably back on.
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"These mashed potatoes are very good, Mrs. Potter," Hermione commented as she ate slowly with Harry's family.
"Why thank you Hermione. It was a recipe that I got from Harry's grandmother," Lily replied.
"So, Hermione, why don't you tell us more about yourself and your family?" James asked.
"Alright. I, uh, grew up in Boston. Both of my parents are publishers, with abilities to be editors. They worked for a publishing company in Boston, but we moved here after my parents had taken a better paying job with a publishing company here in New York," Hermione explained.
"Did you mind the move?" Lily asked.
"Well, I did at first, because I didn't want to leave Boston. It is just so beautiful up there and at the Cape. But now, I'm kind of glad that we did move," Hermione said. Harry blushed softly. "New York is just really great," Hermione quickly added.
Harry smiled at Hermione's attempt to recover from accidentally embarrasing him.
The conversation continued for the next half an hour, where they talked not only about Hermione's childhood, Hermione got to hear some more humorous stories about young Harry. "I could never keep him clothed," Lily said with a laugh. "He would always run around naked as a little boy."
Harry's face was a dark crimson, and so was Hermione's as they both fell into hysterical fits of laughter.
"Please don't tell any more stories, Mom," Harry quickly said as he cleared the table, preparing to take Hermione home.
"It was so nice to meet you, Hermione," Harry's mother said as she gently hugged Hermione. "Come back to visit anytime."
"I will. Goodnight Mr. and Mrs. Potter," Hermione replied as Harry slowly led her out of the door.
After the door shut behind them, James turned to Lily with a smile. "I really like her," he said.
Lily grinned softly, kissing her husband. "So do I, dear. So do I."
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"My mother doesn't embarrass me like that all of the time," Harry explained as he walked with Hermione.
"Damn, because it was awfully humorous."
"Yeah you think you're so funny, huh?" Harry asked before kissing her.
"Of course I am," Hermione replied after the kiss. "I just hope that someday soon young Harry will resurrect himself and run around naked, preferably when I'm around."
Harry suddenly ran into a parking meter, causing Hermione to double over with laughter.
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Chapter Seven: Hermione's Secret: Coming Soon!
Chapter Six: The Yellow Disk
Hermione never thought that she would be so afraid of a Monday morning. It would be the first day that possibly everyone at school would find out that she and Harry were officially together, dating. It was a good thing, but perhaps Hermione was worried because they could get some bad reactions, which would probably come from Cho and her group of popular girlfriends.
The fear that Hermione held inside of her somehow melted away when she saw Harry slowly walking towards her. She could feel warmth spread to her cheeks as he smiled at her, finally reaching her. Her heart skipped as he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her gently. Hermione eagerly returned the kiss before quickly breaking apart.
"What's wrong?' he asked.
"Nothing," Hermione replied. "Still getting used to us."
"Well, let me help you get used to it faster," Harry said before kissing her again. It lasted several seconds before a familiar voice spoke.
"Oh my god," Ron said, his face in a look of shocked disbelief.
"Hey Ron," Harry said as he pulled back from Hermione, who began to blush like she never had before.
"Morning Harry, Hermione," he said with a smile.
"Good morning, Ron," Hermione said. Harry slowly took her hand in his.
"So how and when did this happen?" Ron asked.
"Saturday night," Hermione replied.
"Wait, Saturday night? Before or after the movie?"
"After," Harry answered.
Ron laughed lightly. "Well, it's about time."
"And what do you mean by that?" Hermione asked as she pulled a few books out of her locker with her free hand.
"Nothing, really. I guess I've just been expecting this since the first day I met you here at school, Hermione," Ron explained. "The way you two talked and looked at each other...it was quite obvious."
The five-minute bell rang in the hallway. "Crap. Class. By the way, have either of you seen Padma this morning, at all?" Ron asked anxiously.
"Nope," Harry replied as he walked down the hallway with Ron and Hermione.
"I'm getting worried. I've tried to call her a few times this morning and she hasn't answered. She didn't answer yesterday either."
"I'm sure she's fine, Ron," Hermione said as they took their usual seats in Chemistry.
"Yeah," Ron said, pausing. "I'm sure she is."
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It wasn't until the late afternoon that Padma was able to finally come out of her bedroom. She couldn't bring herself to get up and go to school earlier that day. Her only priority now was to get to her cell phone and call Ron. She had been struggling all day with that thought, wondering if she should call him and talk to him. Luckily, she had finally made up her mind.
After quietly sneaking to the bathroom where she left her purse, Padma grabbed her cell phone and dashed back to her bedroom. With the door securely locked behind her, Padma dialed the number of Ron's cell phone.
"Pick up," she anxiously whispered as it rang.
Padma was just about to hang up when Ron suddenly answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey."
"Padma, where the hell have you been? I've been trying to call you all day long!" Ron exploded.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. It's just that I haven't been feeling well today."
"What's wrong? Are you sick? Do you have the flu?"
"No...Ron, I really need to have a talk with you," Padma said softly.
"We're talking right now, sweetie," Ron replied.
"I mean face-to-face. Can you meet me at the corner Walgreen's?" Padma asked.
Ron would have asked why she wanted to meet him there, but he could hear the seriousness in her voice. "Sure," he said before hanging up.
It only took Padma a few minutes to dress, and she only had to walk a few blocks once she left home. Ron was patiently waiting outside. It surprised Padma that he was already there; but then again, he had to have been out and about if he was going to answer his cell phone.
"Why did you want to meet me here?" Ron asked as she ushered him inside.
"I, uh...wanted you to help me with something," Padma replied as she slowly steered him towards a certain aisle.
"You haven't told me what's wrong with you," Ron said as he gently tried to hold her hand. Padma stepped back, almost jumping.
"Padma, you're starting to scare me a little," Ron quickly said, glancing around. "What are we doing in this aisle?"
Padma sighed softly before slowly turning Ron around, where he was able to see the assorted brands of pregnancy tests.
"Are you joking with me?" he asked nervously.
Padma's silence spoke more than words.
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Monday afternoons for Harry would usually be a trip to the local coffee shop on the corner of the street across from his apartment building. Cho would usually go with him, but since he was now dating Hermione, she accompanied him instead. It actually was somehow a lot more fun to go there now because Hermione absolutely loved the place, while Cho had always thought it was dank and boring. The only thing that Cho had liked was the blueberry scone that they sold.
The moment that they stepped through the door signaled by a small dinging bell, Harry saw Hermione's eyes light up. He walked with her as she explored the small coffee shop, looking at the many items that they sold there: food, drinks, books, CDs, and apparel.
Harry waited patiently before he finally settled down in the large lounge area that was dimly lit to add a romantic effect. As Hermione went up and bought two cappuccino's for them with Harry's money, Harry hooked up his laptop to the internet jacks that were located on the small round table in the middle of a large, round couch.
"What are you looking at?" Hermione asked as she sat down next to Harry, kissing him softly.
"There's a book that I'm going to order off of this internet website that I'm going to have delivered to me as soon as possible," Harry explained as he finished typing in the necessary mailing information and confirming his order.
"A book about what?" Hermione asked as she took a sip from her warm cappuccino.
"Creative writing," Harry replied.
"What are you getting a book on creative writing for?" Hermione asked.
Harry hesitated before answering. "I'm thinking of majoring in journalism or creative writing when I go to college."
"Really? I thought you would go to a college like Yale or Harvard to go into law, since both of your parents are lawyers, and the fact that you seem to like it."
"Well, I do like law, but it's not something I would want to spend my life doing for a job. You see, my father isn't around a whole lot. He's really busy, while my mother is not as busy as he is. That's probably why I get along with her more. Since he's always busy, he doesn't have much time to spend with us, and I don't want to be like that. I want to be a family father that is around as much as possible," Harry explained.
"So, you want to be a writer instead of a lawyer?" Hermione asked with a smile.
"Maybe," Harry replied. "What do you want to be?"
Hermione blushed softly. "An artist."
"Wow. Really?"
Hermione nodded her head. "I'll show you my notebook sometime."
Harry smiled softly. "I'm looking forward to it," he said as he reached out and put his arms around Hermione, pulling her towards him. Hermione's arms found their way around Harry's neck as they kissed gently, but it soon became heated. Harry's tongue slowly found its way into Hermione's mouth as he slowly french kissed her. Hermione quickly responded before suddenly stopping, pulling away.
"Is something wrong?" Harry asked.
Hermione slowly looked around, and Harry followed her gaze. Almost everyone in the shop was staring at them. Hermione's face flushed red as Harry took her hand and pulled her up.
"Let's get out of here," he said as he quickly put away his laptop and left the coffee shop with Hermione.
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The silence between them was awkward, and Ron hated every second of it. "What color has it turned?" he asked impatiently.
"I don't know yet, Ron. Give it a few more minutes," Padma replied from her position inside of the bathroom stall. Together, Ron and Padma had carefully snuck a pregnancy test box into the women's restroom at Walgreen's.
It would be a strange sight for a passerby to see them in the bathroom, a couple that was completely in love with each other, yet they were being torn apart every second that passed.
Ron sighed softly as Padma opened the stall door and came out. "I just don't understand. I used a condom. Several, actually."
"Well they don't always work, Ron. It says so on the box. They only work like 97% of the time, or something like that," Padma explained.
"It does?" Ron asked loudly in a panicked tone. "I'm going to check the box later to make sure."
Padma didn't even look at Ron as she crossed over to the sink, the pregnancy strip in her hand. She looked at herself in the mirror. 'I look like shit,' she thought, and it didn't help when she realized that she could look even worse if she was pregnant.
"So, if you are pregnant, what color would the strip be?" Ron asked.
Padma carefully scanned over the box. "Blue."
"And if you're not pregnant?"
"Yellow."
"And how much longer until it's done?"
"Two minutes."
Ron stood slowly before briskly walking towards Padma. He waited with her as the two minutes passed by. After checking her watch, Padma nervously looked down at the small strip.
"What color is it?" Ron asked nervously.
Padma quickly handed it to him. "I'm too nervous. Tell me what color it is."
Ron slowly looked down, and warmly welcomed the waves of relief. "The strip is yellow."
Padma looked up at him. "Are you serious?"
"Yes, sweetie."
Ron could see the relief wash over Padma too, and he slowly put the strip down as he moved forward to hold her in his arms. Unfortunately for Ron, Padma backed away.
"What's wrong? Everything is fine now, Padma."
"No, things aren't fine, Ron."
"How do you figure that?"
"When I first thought I was pregnant, Ron, I was so scared. I still am, because I love you so much and it is so hard to resist giving into temptation with you. I'm not ready to be a mother, Ron," Padma explained.
"We don't have to have sex for a while, honey. I can take the urges away by masturbating more often. You can even call me the "right-hand man"."
Padma wanted to laugh, but she couldn't. "Ron...I think I need a break."
"What?"
"I want us...to take a break."
"No, Padma, please don't do this."
I am so sorry. I still love you, so much, but I just need some time," Padma said. She stepped towards Ron, kissed his cheek, and then left the bathroom, heading home,
Ron saw the tears in her eyes as she left. His chest ached with pain. It felt like his heart was literally breaking into pieces. And then, Ron did something that he had truly never done before: he want into the small bathroom stall and slowly began to cry, tears dripping from his eyes and landing on the tiled floor.
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The rest of the week quickly passed by. Harry and Hermione had no problems with anyone, not even Cho's girlfriends. The news that Ron and Padma were on a break spread like wildfire, with many rumors to what had caused it. Only Harry, Hermione, Ron, Padma, and Cho knew what had really happened.
"I feel so bad for them," Hermione said as she and Harry walked hand-in- hand to his apartment.
"I wouldn't worry too much about it. Things may look bad for them now, but I'm sure everything will work out for them in the end."
Hermione turned, stopping Harry. "What?" he asked, grinning.
"I like how you can be so positive in such depressing times."
Harry laughed and kissed her passionately.
"Excuse me, Mr. Potter?" someone asked from behind Harry and Hermione in front of Harry's apartment building.
After turning around, Harry saw the UPS deliveryman approaching, his brown truck parked at the curb.
"Yes?" Harry asked.
"I have a package for you. Would you please sign here?" the worker asked as he handed Harry his package and the signing pad.
Harry quickly signed his signature on the pad before holding the package. He immediately ripped the tape off of the small box, pulling out his book on creative writing.
"Excellent," Harry said.
The delivery truck next to the curb started as the UPS worker slowly began to pull away, but suddenly braked as hard as it could as a few kids ran across the street in front of it. But the rumble of the truck was so loud, Harry and Hermione didn't hear the clunk of a small, yellow computer disk as it fell off of the top of the truck and into Harry's box as he put his book back in it.
"I'm nervous," Hermione whispered to Harry as they entered the elevator in his apartment building.
"Whatever for?" Harry asked.
"I really want your parents to like me, Harry."
"They won't like you, Hermione," Harry said. Hermione looked hurt by his words, but allowed Harry to finish. "They will love you."
Hermione's cheeks flushed as Harry pulled her into a passionate kiss, her back pressed against the elevator door. Harry's arms wrapped around her waist as he slowly heated things up. He soon began to gently french kiss her, massaging her tongue with his own. One of Harry's hands began to slowly go underneath Hermione's blouse when the elevator door suddenly opened.
Harry and Hermione quickly parted, straightening their clothing as they stepped out of the elevator and up to the door to Harry's apartment. Just as he reached out for the doorknob, Harry quickly turned to Hermione. "Are you ready?" he asked.
Hermione breathed out nervously. "Not really, but I think I will manage."
"Alright. Here we go," Harry said as he grasped the handle and opened the door.
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The loud sound of the gun shooting was muffled in Draco's ears by the strong earmuffs he was wearing as he carefully shot at the large target on the wall. Since his family was so rich, they were able to own a small shooting range on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, and Draco got to shoot for free whenever he wanted to. Over the years, he had become quite the marksman, but he unfortunately could not fight with a sword or simply fence, and Draco knew for a fact that Harry could. He was going to work on it, however, since he was going to go to his first fencing lesson later on. He just had to be better at it than Harry.
Draco was just about to start firing again after reloading the rifle when the cell phone in his pocket vibrated. Sighing, Malfoy carefully set the rifle aside and pulled the vibrating cell phone out of his jeans pockets.
"Hello?" he coldly asked.
"My house, tomorrow night."
Draco blinked, slightly confused. "Who is this?" he asked.
"You know who it is, Draco. I can't take it anymore. Ever since that evening in the locker room, I can't get you out of my mind. I need you so badly."
"So, you want me to come over and fuck you, Cho?" Malfoy asked, a smile spreading across his face.
"Tomorrow night. My parents will be gone."
"What time?"
"8:30."
"I'll be there," Draco replied before hanging up, smiling. Going back to his rifle, Malfoy picked it up and carefully aimed it. "Everything is going according to plan," Draco said before pulling the trigger, earmuffs comfortably back on.
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"These mashed potatoes are very good, Mrs. Potter," Hermione commented as she ate slowly with Harry's family.
"Why thank you Hermione. It was a recipe that I got from Harry's grandmother," Lily replied.
"So, Hermione, why don't you tell us more about yourself and your family?" James asked.
"Alright. I, uh, grew up in Boston. Both of my parents are publishers, with abilities to be editors. They worked for a publishing company in Boston, but we moved here after my parents had taken a better paying job with a publishing company here in New York," Hermione explained.
"Did you mind the move?" Lily asked.
"Well, I did at first, because I didn't want to leave Boston. It is just so beautiful up there and at the Cape. But now, I'm kind of glad that we did move," Hermione said. Harry blushed softly. "New York is just really great," Hermione quickly added.
Harry smiled at Hermione's attempt to recover from accidentally embarrasing him.
The conversation continued for the next half an hour, where they talked not only about Hermione's childhood, Hermione got to hear some more humorous stories about young Harry. "I could never keep him clothed," Lily said with a laugh. "He would always run around naked as a little boy."
Harry's face was a dark crimson, and so was Hermione's as they both fell into hysterical fits of laughter.
"Please don't tell any more stories, Mom," Harry quickly said as he cleared the table, preparing to take Hermione home.
"It was so nice to meet you, Hermione," Harry's mother said as she gently hugged Hermione. "Come back to visit anytime."
"I will. Goodnight Mr. and Mrs. Potter," Hermione replied as Harry slowly led her out of the door.
After the door shut behind them, James turned to Lily with a smile. "I really like her," he said.
Lily grinned softly, kissing her husband. "So do I, dear. So do I."
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"My mother doesn't embarrass me like that all of the time," Harry explained as he walked with Hermione.
"Damn, because it was awfully humorous."
"Yeah you think you're so funny, huh?" Harry asked before kissing her.
"Of course I am," Hermione replied after the kiss. "I just hope that someday soon young Harry will resurrect himself and run around naked, preferably when I'm around."
Harry suddenly ran into a parking meter, causing Hermione to double over with laughter.
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Chapter Seven: Hermione's Secret: Coming Soon!