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Chapter 8: 10th of January 2003

Dear Diary,

Guess what? Harry and I decided to go on vacation! Where? To the beautiful Miami! This is what happened...

Yesterday night at around 9pm, Harry was in his striped pyjamas, sitting on his couch reading the Evening Prophet when I Apparated to his living room, my eyes shining with tears.

He looked up at the sound of my sobs and his mouth dropped open slightly when he saw me. "Hermione, what happened to you?"

As I continued to cry, he put his newspaper aside and stood up. I threw myself into his arms and buried my face in his shirt.

"Shush now, don't cry..." he whispered softly as he hugged and kissed me for comfort.

That was what I loved about Harry, he always made me felt better after I had a bad day.

"It's Krum again, isn't it?" he asked gently.

I nodded. Viktor had picked another fight with me.

"That bastard." Harry muttered and I could sense anger in his voice.

Then he lifted my face up and wiped away my tears. "There, there, it's okay..."

I sniffled and closed my eyes for a while to calm myself down.

"You want to stay here for the night, Dear?" he asked.

Ever since Christmas Eve, Harry's house had become my second home. Whenever Viktor and I had a fight, I came here. If the fight was terrible, I would stay for the night. If it was okay, then I would stay just for a while.

I nodded.

Harry smiled and put his arm around my shoulders. "Go up to the bathroom, your things are still there."

Did I mention that I sometimes left my toothbrush and a few accessories at Harry's house?

"Okay." I said and sniffled again.

"And your clothes are in my wardrobe." added Harry.

And oh yeah, I left clothes in Harry's bedroom too... did I mention that?

"Okay."

"Now go up and take a nice long bath. You will feel better." he said, smiling again.

I smiled back. "Thank you." I rewarded him with a short kiss and went upstairs.

Harry was right, I did feel better after a long bath but when I went downstairs, I heard Harry yelling angrily:

"No, I said no, she's not here!"

I heard someone talking but I couldn't hear what the person was saying.

"Say whatever you want. I say she's not here and I mean it, all right? Goodbye!"

I went to the living room and saw Harry getting up at the fireplace, clearly, he had talked to someone.

"Who are you talking to?" I asked.

Harry swallowed. "Your husband."

I went pale slightly. My happy mood vanished immediately.

"He is looking for you. But I assure you that he isn't worried about you at all. He looks mad." added Harry quickly.

"Then I'm not going back." I said, frowning. I turned my back against him and folded my arms.

Harry came to me and hugged me from behind. He kissed me on the cheek. "Come on, Hermione, let's forget about him." he said. "I don't want to see you frown all night."

I giggled slightly at his light kisses on my neck. Then I turned around and put my arms around his neck while he put his arms around my waist.

I smiled at him sweetly. "You know what I want to do now?"

"What?" he asked.

I leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "I want to snuggle up to you in your bed, just like I always do when I come over."

"You sure?"

I nodded once and he got the message.

"Fine then." he said and grinned.

Suddenly, he carried me up with his arms. "Up we go!"

I screamed and laughed in delight as he carried me all the way upstairs. He then dropped me on his bed before he got in himself.

I sighed in satisfaction and wrapped my arms around one of Harry's pillows lovingly. I preferred Harry's bed than mine, it's bigger, softer and cosier. I enjoyed sleeping here.

I drew the blanket up to my chest. Harry was now lying beside me.

I pouted at him. "One thing is missing."

Harry smiled, wrapped his arms around me and drew me close to him. "Better?"

"Mm-mm." I said in satisfaction as I made myself comfortable in his arms. He kissed me on the forehead affectionately.

"You are behaving like a baby." he whispered.

"I am your baby." I replied, "Yours and only."

The next morning, when I woke up, Harry was still sleeping beside me. Mischievously, I decided to wake him like what a summer camp owner would do during a morning call. I went to a camp once when I was 9.

I made fake bugle music directly to his ear and said, "Good morning, Mr Potter, it's..." I looked at the clock on Harry's bedside table. "10 o'clock, and it's time to get up and greet the day with a smile..."

Harry groaned and pulled his blanket over his head. He looked like an Egyptian mummy.

I shook Harry gently. "Seriously, Harry, wake up!"

Harry made a noise and curled himself up under the blanket.

Okay, now he looked like a curled-up Egyptian mummy.

Fine, if he wanted to sleep, then I would have to go downstairs to make breakfast by myself. Sometimes we made breakfast together.

I was pouring syrup on a plate of pancakes when I heard footsteps behind me.

"Breakfast will be ready in a minute, Darling, you just sit down..." I said, without turning around. Then I put the jug down and turned around, with the plate in my hands.

I froze at the sight of the man in front of me.

It's Viktor, not Harry.

CRASH

Oh no, I dropped the plate. But who cares? All I cared about right now was whether Viktor going to kill me, since he looked mad enough to kill someone.

"So I was right, you are here, Herm-own-ninny." he growled, folding his arms.

I didn't say anything but silently prayed in my head that Harry would come down the stairs right now.

"Come home with me, Herm-own-ninny." he growled.

I backed away. "No." I whispered, shaking my head.

He scowled. "Come home." he repeated.

"No, Viktor," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "I'm not coming home."

Viktor grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. "Yes you are!"

"No, I'm not, let go of me!" I cried, trying to remove my hand from his grasp. "Harry! Harry, help!"

Viktor refused to let go and with my free hand, I gave him a tight slap.

SMACK

"Yeeow!" cried Viktor and he let go. "Ouch, Hermione, why do you have to hit so hard!"

Wait a second, Viktor didn't sound like himself anymore, he sounded more like...

"Harry?" I asked 'Viktor'.

'Viktor' rubbed his cheek in pain. "I'm just playing a joke..."

'Viktor' stopped massaging his long enough to close his eyes, as if he was concentrating on something. Soon, I saw Viktor's face transformed into Harry's right in front of my eyes.

"You... idiot! How could you play this joke on me? You..." I went crazy and slapped his shoulder angrily.

"Ouch! Okay, all right, I'm sorry!" cried Harry. He took my hands to stop me from slapping him again. "I'm really sorry; I didn't mean to frighten you... I thought it was rather interesting to test my Auror skills on you..."

I stopped struggling and looked into his eyes, which were filled with guilt. I sighed, oh well, it was just a joke...

"Apology accepted." I smiled and he smiled back.

He winced slightly. "Ouch, my cheek hurts..."

"Oh my, did I hit that hard?" I asked, looking at his cheek.

"What do you think?" he asked. "Any idea how to make it feel better?"

I kissed his cheek gently. "Better."

He grinned. "Much better."

I stared at the pancakes on the floor. "You made me drop the pancakes."

Harry went to get his wand and he came back a few seconds later. He pointed his wand at the pancakes, muttered a spell and the food and plate went back to normal, like I had never dropped it. He picked the plate up.

"Good as new. Now let's eat."

"I have been thinking, Hermione." said Harry as we ate breakfast.

"About what?"

"That we should go for a vacation."

I paused, the food was halfway to my mouth. "Really?"

Harry nodded. "I'm serious. We really need one. I could use a break from my work, and I think you could use one from Krum."

"For how long?"

"A week."

The idea of being away from Viktor for a week sounded wonderful. But...

"But how can I get Viktor to let me go?" I asked.

"You just tell him that you are going for a vacation. You don't have to tell him that you are going with me."

"Well, I guess I have to try." I said flatly.

"If he allows, inform me and we will meet up tomorrow to go to the travel agency." he said.

"Where are you planning to go?" I asked.

He smiled widely. "Miami."

When I got home that day, the first thing Viktor asked was my whereabouts.

"I went to Helen's house for the night." I lied immediately.

"Helen?"

"My friend from my summer camp, I know her since 9." I lied again.

Viktor glared at me but he didn't say anything.

"By the way," I said, sitting down beside him on the couch. "She asked me to go to Miami with her. Is it all right if I go?"

I held my breath as he stared at me for a moment to see whether I was lying. I tried hard not to blink.

"Go, just go." he said, waving his hand. "I can't stand you walking around with Potter anyway, it's better for you to stay away from him for a while."

I gasped with excitement and hugged him with joy. "Thank you, Viktor!" I said happily and kissed him on the cheek.

"Let go!" he said angrily and I let go of him.

"Don't you do that again. Sheesh, you have become loose since you start hanging around with Potter."

Oh great, I couldn't even hug and kiss my husband.

Harry sent Hedwig just now to me to see whether Viktor approved of me going to Miami and I sent this:

Harry,

I told Viktor that I'm going to Miami with a girl friend and he let me go! I'm so excited! So what time are we going to the travel agency? I can't wait to spend my time on one of the beaches in Miami with you.

XXX
Hermione

He sent back a reply in half an hour.

Hermione,

Great, I was afraid he wouldn't let you off. I will meet you tomorrow afternoon at 2pm, at your house. Krum wouldn't be there, right?

P.S: I can't wait to spend my vacation with you too.

Love,
Harry

I wrote back.

Harry,

No, Viktor wouldn't be here, he got a practice tomorrow. See you soon. Good night and sweet dreams.

XXX
Hermione

I'm off to bed, Diary, maybe I will dream of my darling in my sleep. I can't wait to see him tomorrow.

Hermione

"Wow, Hermione even kept the notes. Looks like she cherished the relationship very much." said Alicia, lifting out Harry and Hermione's notes from the diary.

"Wow." said Ron flatly, feeling a bit sad at the sight of his friends' familiar handwriting on the notes.

"Who wants to read the next one?" asked Alicia and Neville raised up his hand.

"The next entry is 11th of January, right?" he asked.

"Yeah, how did you know?" asked Alicia.

"I thought Hermione would write that day's events down." said Neville.

"What happened?" asked Ron.

"Just listen." said Neville and took over the diary. "11th of January, 2003..."