The Wedding Date-HP
Summary: Hermione has been single and lonely ever since her break up with Seamus, read as everything goes wrong, and the guy who is pretending to be with her, becomes Hermione's love.
Hr/h, Hr/Seamus, R/Lavendar, Seamus/Lavendar also has appearances from Dean and Pavarti.
Chapter one: getting ready to fly.
Hermione Granger had moved to America, five years previously aged twenty-two, to get away from her already awkward life. She had dated Seamus Finnigan during her seventh year at Hogwarts, and everyone, including her parents thought that she was surely going to be the first to marry. But when the year ended, Harry disappeared, Ron started a relationship with a series of fan girls and Seamus bumped Hermione off and left her helpless. That was the moment she decided to take her past life throw it away and move to America, the only problem was she had never gotten over the hurt of Seamus's, her actual fiancé at the time, leaving her. The hurt was still fresh and she truthfully wanted nothing more but to win him back.
Hermione was sat in her flat, the cereal box, empty lay upon the table, the bowl lying unwashed in the sink. The sound of the tap dripping, in rhythm with the clock's ticks. Hermione heard the usual footsteps, which signalled the post arrival, she strode over in her pink, frilly pyjamas and looked at the letter on top of the pile. She picked up the letters and took them to the coffee table, bills, bills, oh look another bill, she thought to herself. Then she found an unusually fancy letter, laced with a Lavendar ribbon, written in a curly script; Miss H.J Granger and Guest. Hermione wondered for a moment, then ripped open the envelope with a slight elegance, she bent over the parchment inside and read;
Miss Lavendar Mary-Anne Brown and Mr Ronald Billius Weasley are inviting you, Hermione Jane Granger and your guest, to join them as they make their vows. The wedding begins on Thursday the 4th of June. Please RSVP so we can arrange reception numbers.
Hermione wondered for a moment why they had not used owls instead of the muggle post, and then she remembered that Ronald and Lavendar didn't own any owls, and that they were supposedly living in a muggle community. Hermione liked the post anyway, owls took days even a week to arrive, post only took a few days even if that, Hermione put the letters away, and pondered for a moment. The she remembered 'oh dear!' She didn't have a guest, she hadn't had anyone since Seamus, and she would look absolutely miserable and lost without an escort. But Hermione didn't even have a best mate, to take along for moral support, let along a guy who could pose as her boyfriend. Then it hit her, that article she had read, weeks ago in a muggle magazine. A guy, who posed as escorts for people just like her, Hermione scrambled round her apartment looking for the article, and then she found it lying under her bed, next to the newspaper. She traced the guy's details up in the paper, and rung the number below, hearing a familiar but not so familiar voice. Her eyes lit up when she heard him accepted, for a sum of £6,000; he would pose as Hermione's boyfriend during the wedding, strictly professional.
The time came for Hermione's flight back to her home, London, back to good old England. Hermione wondered whether Harry had kept in touch with Ron, whether Seamus was really going to be best man at the wedding and whether the guy, who's name and picture, she had not seen was everything he was cracked up to be. She slammed her stuff into the taxi waiting and jumped in, the trip to the airport was uneventful, and consisted of Hermione reading the magazine article repeatedly. It said that;
'It isn't just a job, it's my life. Some people are lonely, some just need moral support, Im there to give them a helping hand.'
This man, who has asked to remain anonymous, has been doing this job since his leave of school, But just incase you are wondering, his details can be found in the ads pages of most newspapers.
Hermione didn't know what to expect; she pictured a small, mousy haired, spotty man greeting her on the plane. What a nightmare, she really hoped he wasn't going to be like that, thank goodness she was not a seer, otherwise, she may have turned round to leave the airport. The airport was full of commuters and families, visiting relatives or going to work, she lowered her baggage onto the conveyer belt and smiled as she showed her tickets to the gate master. When she had boarded the plane, she took in her surroundings, a woman with short black hair and a fake tan stared at her,
" First time?" Hermione looked back and nodded, she didn't like the thought of planes, and by the way she had been frantically reading the safety manual, anyone would have saw she was uncomfortable.
The not-so bushy haired girl walked over to put her hand luggage in a compartment, when the steward asked, " Are you alright?" Hermione, sweating and messing with her hair, replied frantically
" Any moment now a guy, who I don't know, is going to be in compartment 3b, to escort me to a friends wedding." The steward nodded and spoke calmly " Well here's a guy who's arrived." He, the steward, gestured to the compartment 3b and ushered her over. Hermione stepped slowly to the guy, she took in his profile, and his raven- black hair was draped over his eyes, glittering in the sunlight from the window. She said
"Hello, are you here to be an escort?" The fairly tall man, in front of her spoke in a quite familiar voice, just as on the phone. " Yes, you must be… wait a moment, I don't seem to know your name."
Hermione, who had lay onto the chair, seemed to have fallen asleep, during the man's talk. He sighed, taking a seat behind her and resting into a slumber.
When Hermione woke up, she stared behind her, not realising her hair was bushy and her mascara looked terrible, then she remembered who was here " Good morning" the slightly tanned man behind her replied, obviously holding back a laugh. She suddenly grabbed her mirror, and looked at her face, suddenly going red, Hermione ran to the bathroom to apply her make up and sort out her hair. By the time she got back, the plane had arrived at Heathrow, and she was being hauled in a taxi to her parent's house, out in the country. She sat chewing her fingers, a nasty habit, while her escort laughed silently, ruffling his hair. When they arrived at the house, Hermione smiled, the holidays she had spent here in the country- side, held many happy memories. One of them her and Seamus's engagement although it didn't end happily ever after, though nothing ever did.
" DARLING, so happy you could come. The wedding is taking place not far from h…And who may I ask is this charming young man?" Hermione blushed as her fake escort, kissed her mother's hand and said " Why, I am your daughter's boyfriend, surely she must have mentioned me."
Mrs Granger shook her head " No, we haven't heard from our daughter, since she moved to America. Anyway, you must come in, my husband will take your bags while I show you where you will be staying."
Mr John Granger, appeared taking the bags and struggling all the way upstairs following the rest upstairs.
When they arrived upstairs, Hermione realised her mother had taken them to her old room, " Are you going to show my escort where he is going to sleep? I know how you don't like people sharing rooms."
Emily Granger, her mother shook her head and turned to Harry, " Hermione seems to think I'm harsher than I really am, you can both stay in this room." With that she went downstairs, her husband behind her, Hermione turned to the guy " I'm really sorry about this." They both stepped into the room, while Hermione unpacked her stuff, shoving her childhood things away, the black haired beauty walked into the bathroom and ran the shower. Hermione felt herself turning red when she heard him step into the shower, but she only turned rosy when he asked" Can you pass me my shampoo?"
Hermione almost ran in and out of the room, skidding across the floor, she then decided to question the man about the article she read. " So, in this article I read, you said that all women have the love lives they want." She felt the shower stop and the man step out Hermione swung round on the toilet seat upon which she was sitting and faced the wall. Unbeknown to her that the minute she decides that it would be ok to turn back round, he was standing right behind her. Hermione made a loud scream, as she saw his private parts, and swung quickly round, back to the wall. The man got a towel on and spoke " Yes, you can only get a man when you want to, when you stop wanting to be lonely, then you will." She turned back round, relieved he was now wearing a towel
" Anyway I didn't catch your name."
Hermione replied " Oh, my name is Hermione, what is yours?"
The man stared for a moment, sighed deeply and said, " My name is Harry, Harry James Potter."
