Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue..
On with the story.....
Harry leaves his appartment making his way towards Broadway and Liberty Ave. The Wizarding shopping and gathering center of New York City. Making his way downtown, he stops to buy flowers and the morning paper, finally he steps into the Crescent Moon Cafe.
"Hello Mr. Potter!" Giovanni, the owner and proprietor of the Cafe. The eldery man, with an infectious smile, sets a styrofoam cup and box on the counter. "Your coffee and sweets for Minerva."
"Thanks, Giovanni." Grinning widely. "Are you trying to woo Miss Minerva?"
"Anyway I can," with an answering grin of his own.
"I'll make sure to tell her they're from you."
"Thank you, Mr. Potter."
Skrinking the box, and placing it in his briefcase, Harry makes his way to the back of the cafe. He steps through the barrier that separates muggle New York and the wizarding world.
A wizard or witch can find anything and everything here on Liberty Ave.
Harry passes a building under construction and continues on his way. Various shop owners voice greetings as he walks pass.
"Morning!"
"Morning!" Harry's smile on this fine morning is contagious. He turns the corner and stops in front of his store, a Bookstore called The Shop Around the Corner. An irresistibly inviting store. There are twinkling lights that resemble fairies in the windows, framing a large stuffed dragon reading a book tittled, Hagrid and Norbert: The Beginning. A large brown owl with glasses is reading, Errol the owl, Old Faithful.
Waiting on Harry, is one of his employees and long time good friend, Hermione Granger. A studious young woman, with bushy brown hair and warm hazel eyes.
"Hello, Hermione. It's a beautiful day. Isn't it the most beautiful day?"
Hermione looks up at the sky as if seeing it for the first time, "I guess. Yeah, sure."
Harry smiles as he takes out his wand and drops the wards protecting his shop. As he opens the door, two wizards collide with thier food carts in front of the store, and one starts yelling hex's at the other.
"Don't you just love New York in the fall?"
Hermione gives him a wide eyed puzzled look and follows him into the store.
Harry turns the closed sign on the door over to read OPEN and he mutters "lumos", and the store lights up. He activates computer system as he passes by the front counter and travels to the back with Hermione following behind him.
We see a charming bookstore that carries a variety of magical and muggle books. Especially now with school starting in a few days, stacks of textbooks are everywhere.
There's an area set asidej for children, where they can sit and read. A colorful display of muggle and magical books, "The Ten Best Witch List." "The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe", "The Witches", "The Wizard of OZ", and "Emma, The Smartest Witch", are all prominently displayed.
Harry hangs up his coat in the back of the store, takes out the box of sweets for Minerva and suddenly stops to daydream. A smile creeps onto his face. Hermione looks at him.
"What's going on with you?
"Nothing."
"You're in love."
"In love? No. Yes. Of course I am. I'm in love with Draco. I'm practically living with Draco. Do you think you could get the Christmas mailers out this week?"
"By Monday I promise. I have a paper due Friday. Now what's going on?" She steps in front of Harry. "I'm just going to stand here till you tell me."
A beat.
Harry walks around Hermione and heads to the front of the store. Hermione trails behind him. "Is is infidelity if you're involved with someone on E- MAIL?"
"Have you had sex?"
Harry sputters, "Of course not. I don't even know him."
Hermione rolls her eyes, "I mean cybersex."
"No!"
"Well, don't do it. The minute you do, they lose all respect for you."
"It's not like that. We just E-MAIL. It's really nothing, on top of which I'm definitely thinking of stopping because...."
"Out of hand?"
Harry picks up the flowers and places them in a vase on the front counter. "Confusing. But not really. Because it's nothing."
"Where did you meet him?"
"I can't remember." Harry sees Hermione's warning look, the same one she used on him in school. "The day I turned thirty I wandered into the Over Thirty chatroom for a joke, sort of and he was there, and we started chatting."
"About what?"
"Books. Music. How much we both love New York. Harmless. Harmless. Meaningless." He starts smiling again. "Bouquets of sharpened quills."
Frowning, "Excuse me?"
"Forget it. We don't talk about anything personal. We made a rule about that. I don't know his name, what he does or exactly where he lives, so it will be really easy to stop seeing him, because I'm not."
Wide-eyed expression, "God, he could be the next person to walk into the store. He could be..." Ron Weasley walks into the store. "Ron..."
Ron Weasley, also 30 and long time friend to Harry and Hermione, is tall and gangly with red hair. A cute guy who has no idea that he's suppose to look in the mirror when he gets dressed. "Morning."
"Are you online?" Hermione asks.
"As far as I'm concerned, the Internet is just another way to be rejected by a woman."
The front door opens once more and in walks Minerva McGonagall. An older woman in her seventies with graying hair. She is the store's oldest employee, having worked there for over forty years, and serves as an accountant as well as a salesperson.
"Good morning, Minerva," Harry greets. "Giovanni sent you a box of sweets this morning."
"Oh that man." Pause. "What are all of you talking about?"
"Cybersex," Hermione answers.
"I tried to have cybersex once but I kept getting a busy signal."
"I know. I know. One Saturday night I was really depressed about not having a date, so I thought, no problem, I'll go online and I won't be lonely, but I couldn't get on. There were hundreds of thousands of people who didn't have dates trying to get on." Pausing for a breath, "You have to wonder which is harder, getting a date or getting online when you don't have a date."
"Getting a date is harder," Ron whines.
The front door opens again, Mother's and children walk in with book lists in hand. Mrs. Watson and Mrs. Welton, how are you today?" Harry asks as they walk in. As they step up to the counter, he picks up a quill and grins.
A Bouquet of sharpened quills.
A/N: I hope everyone likes this next installment.. All mistakes are mine.. please forgive. Thanks for all the reviews.. I appreciate them.. gives me the boost I need and fit of giggles. I've had one flame.. in real life. I let a friend read over the chapters... and she got mad at me for making Harry gay. OH well she'll get over it. But she asked me to write a Harry/Hermione story... :)
On with the story.....
Harry leaves his appartment making his way towards Broadway and Liberty Ave. The Wizarding shopping and gathering center of New York City. Making his way downtown, he stops to buy flowers and the morning paper, finally he steps into the Crescent Moon Cafe.
"Hello Mr. Potter!" Giovanni, the owner and proprietor of the Cafe. The eldery man, with an infectious smile, sets a styrofoam cup and box on the counter. "Your coffee and sweets for Minerva."
"Thanks, Giovanni." Grinning widely. "Are you trying to woo Miss Minerva?"
"Anyway I can," with an answering grin of his own.
"I'll make sure to tell her they're from you."
"Thank you, Mr. Potter."
Skrinking the box, and placing it in his briefcase, Harry makes his way to the back of the cafe. He steps through the barrier that separates muggle New York and the wizarding world.
A wizard or witch can find anything and everything here on Liberty Ave.
Harry passes a building under construction and continues on his way. Various shop owners voice greetings as he walks pass.
"Morning!"
"Morning!" Harry's smile on this fine morning is contagious. He turns the corner and stops in front of his store, a Bookstore called The Shop Around the Corner. An irresistibly inviting store. There are twinkling lights that resemble fairies in the windows, framing a large stuffed dragon reading a book tittled, Hagrid and Norbert: The Beginning. A large brown owl with glasses is reading, Errol the owl, Old Faithful.
Waiting on Harry, is one of his employees and long time good friend, Hermione Granger. A studious young woman, with bushy brown hair and warm hazel eyes.
"Hello, Hermione. It's a beautiful day. Isn't it the most beautiful day?"
Hermione looks up at the sky as if seeing it for the first time, "I guess. Yeah, sure."
Harry smiles as he takes out his wand and drops the wards protecting his shop. As he opens the door, two wizards collide with thier food carts in front of the store, and one starts yelling hex's at the other.
"Don't you just love New York in the fall?"
Hermione gives him a wide eyed puzzled look and follows him into the store.
Harry turns the closed sign on the door over to read OPEN and he mutters "lumos", and the store lights up. He activates computer system as he passes by the front counter and travels to the back with Hermione following behind him.
We see a charming bookstore that carries a variety of magical and muggle books. Especially now with school starting in a few days, stacks of textbooks are everywhere.
There's an area set asidej for children, where they can sit and read. A colorful display of muggle and magical books, "The Ten Best Witch List." "The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe", "The Witches", "The Wizard of OZ", and "Emma, The Smartest Witch", are all prominently displayed.
Harry hangs up his coat in the back of the store, takes out the box of sweets for Minerva and suddenly stops to daydream. A smile creeps onto his face. Hermione looks at him.
"What's going on with you?
"Nothing."
"You're in love."
"In love? No. Yes. Of course I am. I'm in love with Draco. I'm practically living with Draco. Do you think you could get the Christmas mailers out this week?"
"By Monday I promise. I have a paper due Friday. Now what's going on?" She steps in front of Harry. "I'm just going to stand here till you tell me."
A beat.
Harry walks around Hermione and heads to the front of the store. Hermione trails behind him. "Is is infidelity if you're involved with someone on E- MAIL?"
"Have you had sex?"
Harry sputters, "Of course not. I don't even know him."
Hermione rolls her eyes, "I mean cybersex."
"No!"
"Well, don't do it. The minute you do, they lose all respect for you."
"It's not like that. We just E-MAIL. It's really nothing, on top of which I'm definitely thinking of stopping because...."
"Out of hand?"
Harry picks up the flowers and places them in a vase on the front counter. "Confusing. But not really. Because it's nothing."
"Where did you meet him?"
"I can't remember." Harry sees Hermione's warning look, the same one she used on him in school. "The day I turned thirty I wandered into the Over Thirty chatroom for a joke, sort of and he was there, and we started chatting."
"About what?"
"Books. Music. How much we both love New York. Harmless. Harmless. Meaningless." He starts smiling again. "Bouquets of sharpened quills."
Frowning, "Excuse me?"
"Forget it. We don't talk about anything personal. We made a rule about that. I don't know his name, what he does or exactly where he lives, so it will be really easy to stop seeing him, because I'm not."
Wide-eyed expression, "God, he could be the next person to walk into the store. He could be..." Ron Weasley walks into the store. "Ron..."
Ron Weasley, also 30 and long time friend to Harry and Hermione, is tall and gangly with red hair. A cute guy who has no idea that he's suppose to look in the mirror when he gets dressed. "Morning."
"Are you online?" Hermione asks.
"As far as I'm concerned, the Internet is just another way to be rejected by a woman."
The front door opens once more and in walks Minerva McGonagall. An older woman in her seventies with graying hair. She is the store's oldest employee, having worked there for over forty years, and serves as an accountant as well as a salesperson.
"Good morning, Minerva," Harry greets. "Giovanni sent you a box of sweets this morning."
"Oh that man." Pause. "What are all of you talking about?"
"Cybersex," Hermione answers.
"I tried to have cybersex once but I kept getting a busy signal."
"I know. I know. One Saturday night I was really depressed about not having a date, so I thought, no problem, I'll go online and I won't be lonely, but I couldn't get on. There were hundreds of thousands of people who didn't have dates trying to get on." Pausing for a breath, "You have to wonder which is harder, getting a date or getting online when you don't have a date."
"Getting a date is harder," Ron whines.
The front door opens again, Mother's and children walk in with book lists in hand. Mrs. Watson and Mrs. Welton, how are you today?" Harry asks as they walk in. As they step up to the counter, he picks up a quill and grins.
A Bouquet of sharpened quills.
A/N: I hope everyone likes this next installment.. All mistakes are mine.. please forgive. Thanks for all the reviews.. I appreciate them.. gives me the boost I need and fit of giggles. I've had one flame.. in real life. I let a friend read over the chapters... and she got mad at me for making Harry gay. OH well she'll get over it. But she asked me to write a Harry/Hermione story... :)