Hermione and Neville
After the two spent the night together, both caressing and talking inbetween passionate kisses, they realized fully the affect of it all.
"This is so ... so ..." Hermione huffed out.
"So coincidental?" Neville finished.
"Quite." Hermione smiled. They could not believe that they where there. Together. He made her complete. She thought it awkward. She never had feelings for Neville in the past, but for that moment she felt herself loving him.
Hermione, in school, loved Harry. But, Harry and Ron fell in love before Hermione had a chance to make any move. She thought maybe that is the only reason she felt this way with Neville. Because he is the only last memory of Hogwarts that she has in front of her. But she still love Harry.
Neville, he had thought Hermione to become more attractive during there 7 years at Hogwarts. She was the bravest girl he had known. Neville had gotten together with Luna. It was a weird situation. Luna was quite weird ... about a month later they broke up. Luna put a "curse"on Neville. She screamed some mumbo-jumbo and Neville had a few little bumps in the road during the rest of the school year.
But all that didn't matter anymore. Hermione now had someone to talk about what had happened. She finally was happy. She figured from now on she won't cry when she remembers Hogwarts. Neville was still getting over the loss of Carmilla. But with Hermione there the days past events seemed like an old nightmare that he never had to live again.
"What does this all mean?" Hermione asked dreamly.
"I don't know. Hopefully, something good." Neville embrassed her.
"Do ... do you think, maybe, we can find the others?" Hermione asked.
"Maybe, but do we really have to look for Malfoy?" Neville asked disgusted.
"Ha, ha. Maybe. I just hope the others are doing good. I really hope they are safe." Hermione closed her eyes on Nevilles chest. Neville started to wonder, 'What if they are dead?' as well as, 'What if they are our neighbors also?'.
"Tomorrow, maybe, do you think we can go look for them?" Hermione asked dreary.
"We wouldn't know where to start." Neville replied.
"There is no shame in trying. I still remember where we go to get to Diagon Alley." Hermione lifted her head.
"What good would Diagon Alley be to use. And, should we risk it? What if to some wizard we still look like ... us?" Neville asked worried.
'"Again, there is no shame in trying. Plus, I could care less. They are important to us!" She opened her eyes fully and looked at Neville forcefully.
"Why, Diagon Alley?"
"I still know my way about magic. Maybe we can make a locator spell or tracker."
"We would need money to buy these things." Hermione thought for a minute and finally said,
"We could get money, if we got jobs."
"I already have a job."
"As do I, but, I mean a job IN Diagon Alley."
"That would interfer with our jobs here."
"We can work part time at Diagon Alley."
"You know how I was in school. What could I possibly get a job as?"
"You can take money. Or at flourish and blotts, stack the books nice and neat. Oh, my!" Hermione shreaked. "Ron's brothers! Fred and George. They have their store there. You think maybe, we can tell them the truth, say it's us. They could either give us a job in their store or lend us the money all together!" Hermione was delighted. And she was really happy that she actually remembered the twins, there names and all.
"That sounds like a plan. But, what if they ask to prove it?" Hermione thought again, but could not come up with anything.
"Maybe we should just ask them for a job. And maybe, act ..." Hermione interupted Neville.
"Act the way we USE TO and give them clues." She gasped. "What if, someone figures that we are us on their own, do you think that ..." It was Nevilles turn to interject.
"That they will see us the way we USE to look! It's an exellent hypothesis!" They where so happy! They planned for an hour that they would do this the next day. So they got some sleep. It seemed that Hermione had forgotten that she had a husband, she knew in her mind he wasn't good for her after what had happened. She didn't care. She had Neville now.
Neville seemed to forget about Carmilla, that's kind of upsetting, but, people live on. (People don't get over there lover of 3 years death in a couple of hours! Oh, I am arguing with myself.) The next moring was quite a challenge.
~~~~~~~~~~
"Mr. Turner, I won't be able to make it in today. There has been a death in my fam ..."
"Oh, BRIAN! Take all the time off you need. We all heard what happened. Be well!" He hung up. Well, that worked out.
"Your turn." He handed Hermione the phone.
"Mrs. Leary? Hi, it is Herm ... I mean, Meygan O'Hara. I won't be able to make it in this week." She looked at Neville and smiled. "There has been a death in my family and I will be heading out of town."
"What is so important about a death of a family member? They will still be dead by this weekend."
"You cannot be serious, can you Mrs. Leary?! That is a horrid thing to say!"
"I don't give a shit! I need you here, because Myrna thought it a good idea to QUIT! You have to fill in for her and go to all her meetings."
"And what about my meetings?"
"What, you thik I am going to find someone to fill in for you when you are GOING TO be here? You go to your meetings as well Ms. Spoiled."
"Well, then. We are going to have a problem now are we. Well, you are if anything."
"Is that a threat?"
"Take as my word. And my word is ... I QUIT! Oh, and I have wanted to say this for 2 years. You're a fucking ugly fat bitch and nobody likes you!"
And with that, Hermione was 'fired'. "Well, at least now I can work full time at Diagon Alley!" Hermione hung up the phone and beamed at Neville.
And so far so good! Hermione waited until she heard Nickolas leave for work. She snuck over by the stairs and watched him go down. She opened the door and got new clothes. She took a whole suitcase and brought it to Neville's. She showered at Neville's as well. She showered WITH Neville. (Rub a dub dub). They got dressed and headed out the door.
They where a town away from where the Leaky Cauldron hid in the middle of the street. They had to take a train and two buses. When they got there, they took each others hand and marched in. There was the familiar dim lobby where many witches and wizards sat and chat. There were men drinking their beers and playing wizards chess. The women gossiping in the corner. {They wondered if there where any rumors about them}. They saw the back door to the wall to enter Diagon Alley.
"Alright. This is sort of bad." Hermione announced.
"What?" Neville asked worried.
"I don't know what bricks to tap. I forgot!" Hermione put her hands to her cheeks and became red.
"Don't worry, let's go inside and ask."
"What?! Then we will look like two grown fools who don't know what we are doing!" Hermione marched to the wall and started tapping at bricks. They were there about 15 to 20 minutes when a man came out the door.
"Oh, did you just arrive?" He asked.
"Oh, yes. You may go, sir." Hermione moved out of the way and the old man tapped the bricks. Hermione whispered to Neville, "I knew that." He laughed back, "I know you did, love."
They walked into the little walkway that was Diagon Alley. It hadn't changed since their very first time there. About 13 years ago. The snow fell lightly over the little stores. Witches and wizards, young and old, bustled throught the crowd. Fat and short ones waddled along the way, so wide no one could get past. The animals in there cages, chirping and moving about merrily. And there at the center stood the infamous Gringotts Bank. They went inside to open a bank account.
"May I help you?" Asked the goblin from the counter.
"Erm, yes. We would like to open an account. If it is not too much trouble." Neville grabbed Hermione's hand.
"Name?" The goblin asked.
"Nev ... I mean, Brian. Brian Cummings."
"Do you live in the muggle world of here in the wizard world?" The two hesitated.
"We live in the muggle world." Neville answered. The goblin gave a disgusted face.
"But" Hermione came in, "We are looking for a nice place to live here."
"Very good. I will need your muggle address and when you move fill this out and come back." They signed all the papers and answered all the questions. They where given two keys to vault1501. The bank let them put in as much money as they wanted that day, but not havong any, it seemed a little suspicious.
"Will you be gettign jobs here?"
"We plan too. But, we do not know who is hiring."
"The bank is hiring. Some, wizards, are too 'special' to be handled by goblins. So they want actual wiazrds or witches. And only one store is hiring here. That damn joke shop. Weasley Weezes or whatever. Peice of junk store. All the kids go there. Making us so busy opening thier parents vaults and provide those two twin goons with money!"
"I'll work there." Hermione smiled.
"Why can't I work there?" Neville asked.
"I was closer to the twins, so, they would be able to see some kind of familiarity." Hermione whispered.
"I see. Very well. Where do I go to get interviewed?" Neville asked dully.
"No interview. Just one question." The goblin leaned over.
"What?"
"Are you up to it?"
"Yeah, sure."
"You're hired." The goblin said in monotone.
Hermione kissed Neville good bye as she left to find the twins store. Neville watched the unbelievable sight of Hermione Granger walk away. He went inside and began his job.
"There it is!" Hermione said happily. "I can't believe this!" She was too excited and just stormed in. The place was lit brightly. With toys and gags hanging off the walls and ceiling.
"HELLO THERE!" A man with red hair and blue eyes popped in front of her. He looked so much like her reflextion. She hadn't noticed she looked like a Weasley for 6 years.
"Welcome, I am Fred. How may I help you?"
"Wow. Hee, I am loooking for a job. I heard you where hiring."
"Wooow. A girl working in OUR jokeshop. Well, you'd be the second HAHA! What is your name lovely lady?"
"Meygan O'Hara."
"Ahh, a beautiful name for a B E Autiful lady. GINNY!"
"WHAT!"
"COME SHOW THE NEW GIRL AROUND! Sorry that I cannot Ms. O'hara. But my brother and I have some work to do in the back room. GINNY!"
"AY! I am right next to you!!"
"Oh, sorry. This is Meygan O'Hara. Play nice!" He said in a cartoonish voice.
"Shut up. Hi, I am Virginia Weasley, but call me Ginny. I hate my full name if you ask me." Ginny smiled.
"Call me, Hermy." She remembered when Hagrid's brother called her Hermy for short and then everyone found out. Called her Hermy for a year!
"Hermy? Why?"
"I have pet hermit crabs." Hermione thought at the top of her head. Ginny laughed and showed her around. It was great to see them all again. She was very happy.
The two of them worked from 10, the time they got there, to 8 o'clock at night. They brought there first checks to the bank and before you knew it, they had about 310. They went home on the two buses and the train. They walked quietly into Neville apartment. They sat together looking at the houses they had for rent in the Daily Prophet. Where there, it read, in big bold letter:
DEATH EATERS RISE AGAIN: In Search of the Final Battle Six
Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy and Neville Longbottom
After the two spent the night together, both caressing and talking inbetween passionate kisses, they realized fully the affect of it all.
"This is so ... so ..." Hermione huffed out.
"So coincidental?" Neville finished.
"Quite." Hermione smiled. They could not believe that they where there. Together. He made her complete. She thought it awkward. She never had feelings for Neville in the past, but for that moment she felt herself loving him.
Hermione, in school, loved Harry. But, Harry and Ron fell in love before Hermione had a chance to make any move. She thought maybe that is the only reason she felt this way with Neville. Because he is the only last memory of Hogwarts that she has in front of her. But she still love Harry.
Neville, he had thought Hermione to become more attractive during there 7 years at Hogwarts. She was the bravest girl he had known. Neville had gotten together with Luna. It was a weird situation. Luna was quite weird ... about a month later they broke up. Luna put a "curse"on Neville. She screamed some mumbo-jumbo and Neville had a few little bumps in the road during the rest of the school year.
But all that didn't matter anymore. Hermione now had someone to talk about what had happened. She finally was happy. She figured from now on she won't cry when she remembers Hogwarts. Neville was still getting over the loss of Carmilla. But with Hermione there the days past events seemed like an old nightmare that he never had to live again.
"What does this all mean?" Hermione asked dreamly.
"I don't know. Hopefully, something good." Neville embrassed her.
"Do ... do you think, maybe, we can find the others?" Hermione asked.
"Maybe, but do we really have to look for Malfoy?" Neville asked disgusted.
"Ha, ha. Maybe. I just hope the others are doing good. I really hope they are safe." Hermione closed her eyes on Nevilles chest. Neville started to wonder, 'What if they are dead?' as well as, 'What if they are our neighbors also?'.
"Tomorrow, maybe, do you think we can go look for them?" Hermione asked dreary.
"We wouldn't know where to start." Neville replied.
"There is no shame in trying. I still remember where we go to get to Diagon Alley." Hermione lifted her head.
"What good would Diagon Alley be to use. And, should we risk it? What if to some wizard we still look like ... us?" Neville asked worried.
'"Again, there is no shame in trying. Plus, I could care less. They are important to us!" She opened her eyes fully and looked at Neville forcefully.
"Why, Diagon Alley?"
"I still know my way about magic. Maybe we can make a locator spell or tracker."
"We would need money to buy these things." Hermione thought for a minute and finally said,
"We could get money, if we got jobs."
"I already have a job."
"As do I, but, I mean a job IN Diagon Alley."
"That would interfer with our jobs here."
"We can work part time at Diagon Alley."
"You know how I was in school. What could I possibly get a job as?"
"You can take money. Or at flourish and blotts, stack the books nice and neat. Oh, my!" Hermione shreaked. "Ron's brothers! Fred and George. They have their store there. You think maybe, we can tell them the truth, say it's us. They could either give us a job in their store or lend us the money all together!" Hermione was delighted. And she was really happy that she actually remembered the twins, there names and all.
"That sounds like a plan. But, what if they ask to prove it?" Hermione thought again, but could not come up with anything.
"Maybe we should just ask them for a job. And maybe, act ..." Hermione interupted Neville.
"Act the way we USE TO and give them clues." She gasped. "What if, someone figures that we are us on their own, do you think that ..." It was Nevilles turn to interject.
"That they will see us the way we USE to look! It's an exellent hypothesis!" They where so happy! They planned for an hour that they would do this the next day. So they got some sleep. It seemed that Hermione had forgotten that she had a husband, she knew in her mind he wasn't good for her after what had happened. She didn't care. She had Neville now.
Neville seemed to forget about Carmilla, that's kind of upsetting, but, people live on. (People don't get over there lover of 3 years death in a couple of hours! Oh, I am arguing with myself.) The next moring was quite a challenge.
~~~~~~~~~~
"Mr. Turner, I won't be able to make it in today. There has been a death in my fam ..."
"Oh, BRIAN! Take all the time off you need. We all heard what happened. Be well!" He hung up. Well, that worked out.
"Your turn." He handed Hermione the phone.
"Mrs. Leary? Hi, it is Herm ... I mean, Meygan O'Hara. I won't be able to make it in this week." She looked at Neville and smiled. "There has been a death in my family and I will be heading out of town."
"What is so important about a death of a family member? They will still be dead by this weekend."
"You cannot be serious, can you Mrs. Leary?! That is a horrid thing to say!"
"I don't give a shit! I need you here, because Myrna thought it a good idea to QUIT! You have to fill in for her and go to all her meetings."
"And what about my meetings?"
"What, you thik I am going to find someone to fill in for you when you are GOING TO be here? You go to your meetings as well Ms. Spoiled."
"Well, then. We are going to have a problem now are we. Well, you are if anything."
"Is that a threat?"
"Take as my word. And my word is ... I QUIT! Oh, and I have wanted to say this for 2 years. You're a fucking ugly fat bitch and nobody likes you!"
And with that, Hermione was 'fired'. "Well, at least now I can work full time at Diagon Alley!" Hermione hung up the phone and beamed at Neville.
And so far so good! Hermione waited until she heard Nickolas leave for work. She snuck over by the stairs and watched him go down. She opened the door and got new clothes. She took a whole suitcase and brought it to Neville's. She showered at Neville's as well. She showered WITH Neville. (Rub a dub dub). They got dressed and headed out the door.
They where a town away from where the Leaky Cauldron hid in the middle of the street. They had to take a train and two buses. When they got there, they took each others hand and marched in. There was the familiar dim lobby where many witches and wizards sat and chat. There were men drinking their beers and playing wizards chess. The women gossiping in the corner. {They wondered if there where any rumors about them}. They saw the back door to the wall to enter Diagon Alley.
"Alright. This is sort of bad." Hermione announced.
"What?" Neville asked worried.
"I don't know what bricks to tap. I forgot!" Hermione put her hands to her cheeks and became red.
"Don't worry, let's go inside and ask."
"What?! Then we will look like two grown fools who don't know what we are doing!" Hermione marched to the wall and started tapping at bricks. They were there about 15 to 20 minutes when a man came out the door.
"Oh, did you just arrive?" He asked.
"Oh, yes. You may go, sir." Hermione moved out of the way and the old man tapped the bricks. Hermione whispered to Neville, "I knew that." He laughed back, "I know you did, love."
They walked into the little walkway that was Diagon Alley. It hadn't changed since their very first time there. About 13 years ago. The snow fell lightly over the little stores. Witches and wizards, young and old, bustled throught the crowd. Fat and short ones waddled along the way, so wide no one could get past. The animals in there cages, chirping and moving about merrily. And there at the center stood the infamous Gringotts Bank. They went inside to open a bank account.
"May I help you?" Asked the goblin from the counter.
"Erm, yes. We would like to open an account. If it is not too much trouble." Neville grabbed Hermione's hand.
"Name?" The goblin asked.
"Nev ... I mean, Brian. Brian Cummings."
"Do you live in the muggle world of here in the wizard world?" The two hesitated.
"We live in the muggle world." Neville answered. The goblin gave a disgusted face.
"But" Hermione came in, "We are looking for a nice place to live here."
"Very good. I will need your muggle address and when you move fill this out and come back." They signed all the papers and answered all the questions. They where given two keys to vault1501. The bank let them put in as much money as they wanted that day, but not havong any, it seemed a little suspicious.
"Will you be gettign jobs here?"
"We plan too. But, we do not know who is hiring."
"The bank is hiring. Some, wizards, are too 'special' to be handled by goblins. So they want actual wiazrds or witches. And only one store is hiring here. That damn joke shop. Weasley Weezes or whatever. Peice of junk store. All the kids go there. Making us so busy opening thier parents vaults and provide those two twin goons with money!"
"I'll work there." Hermione smiled.
"Why can't I work there?" Neville asked.
"I was closer to the twins, so, they would be able to see some kind of familiarity." Hermione whispered.
"I see. Very well. Where do I go to get interviewed?" Neville asked dully.
"No interview. Just one question." The goblin leaned over.
"What?"
"Are you up to it?"
"Yeah, sure."
"You're hired." The goblin said in monotone.
Hermione kissed Neville good bye as she left to find the twins store. Neville watched the unbelievable sight of Hermione Granger walk away. He went inside and began his job.
"There it is!" Hermione said happily. "I can't believe this!" She was too excited and just stormed in. The place was lit brightly. With toys and gags hanging off the walls and ceiling.
"HELLO THERE!" A man with red hair and blue eyes popped in front of her. He looked so much like her reflextion. She hadn't noticed she looked like a Weasley for 6 years.
"Welcome, I am Fred. How may I help you?"
"Wow. Hee, I am loooking for a job. I heard you where hiring."
"Wooow. A girl working in OUR jokeshop. Well, you'd be the second HAHA! What is your name lovely lady?"
"Meygan O'Hara."
"Ahh, a beautiful name for a B E Autiful lady. GINNY!"
"WHAT!"
"COME SHOW THE NEW GIRL AROUND! Sorry that I cannot Ms. O'hara. But my brother and I have some work to do in the back room. GINNY!"
"AY! I am right next to you!!"
"Oh, sorry. This is Meygan O'Hara. Play nice!" He said in a cartoonish voice.
"Shut up. Hi, I am Virginia Weasley, but call me Ginny. I hate my full name if you ask me." Ginny smiled.
"Call me, Hermy." She remembered when Hagrid's brother called her Hermy for short and then everyone found out. Called her Hermy for a year!
"Hermy? Why?"
"I have pet hermit crabs." Hermione thought at the top of her head. Ginny laughed and showed her around. It was great to see them all again. She was very happy.
The two of them worked from 10, the time they got there, to 8 o'clock at night. They brought there first checks to the bank and before you knew it, they had about 310. They went home on the two buses and the train. They walked quietly into Neville apartment. They sat together looking at the houses they had for rent in the Daily Prophet. Where there, it read, in big bold letter:
DEATH EATERS RISE AGAIN: In Search of the Final Battle Six
Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy and Neville Longbottom