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Chapter 10: 14th of January 2003

The next day, Ron woke up with a headache. He had trouble sleeping last night because every time when he tried to sleep, the image of Harry and Hermione came across his mind. He dreaded of going to their house, for that place reminded him too much of his best friends. But then it was quite tempting to find out what Harry and Hermione did the year before they died......

Ron spent an hour in his bed, trying to decide whether to stay at home or not. Giving a sigh, he decided to go to the house. It was time to face the truth: his friends were dead, being sad wouldn't bring them back.

Slowly, he got up from his bed and dressed for the day. He picked a black shirt and navy blue jeans, the dark colours suited his mood.

He went out of his room and found that the house was empty.

"Well, not really, Mom is still in her room, healing her internal wounds." thought Ron.

He made himself a toast and ate it, it was a bit dry, but it was still edible.

When Ron arrived near the house, he found a muggle boy in a pale blue-green shirt and dark blue trousers walking towards the door. He had a cap on his head, a clipboard in his right hand and a huge square-like thing wrapped in brown paper under his left arm.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" asked Ron.

The boy (who was around 18) had a pale, boyish face. He lit up when he saw Ron. "Hi, do you know Mr Daniel Evans?"

Ron blinked. "No."

"Oh. I'm looking for Mr Evans." he said, pointing at the house.

Ron frowned. "This is not Mr Evans's house."

The boy went paler than usual and handed Ron the item. "Hold this." he said and searched his pocket. He checked the form on his clipboard and asked uncertainly, "This is No.1 Constellation Place, right?"

"Yeah....but...." Ron thought for a while. Harry did use the name Daniel Evans when he was travelling with Hermione, could he be using the same name for this as well?

"Wait a minute.... yeah, I do have a friend named Daniel Evans...." he started slowly.

The boy looked relieved and smiled. "Well then...."

"But he's dead." Ron finished.

The boy's smile faded. "What?"

"In a car accident."

"When is that?" asked the boy in panic.

"In New Year's Day."

The boy checked his clipboard again. "Oh, he ordered for this a few days before New Year's Day. And I thought that it was his ghost who ordered this thing or something....." said the boy and smiled nervously.

"Well, he's certainly not around now." said Ron quietly.

"Oops, I'm sorry, mate....."

"It's okay, I'm trying to get use to the fact that he's gone." said Ron quickly. "So um, you are delivering this item to his house, right? What is this? A painting?"

"It's a photo." said the boy. "I saw them wrapping it up, he and his girlfriend looked fabulous in the picture. Did you say that he died? Gee, his girlfriend must be heart-broken."

"Actually, he died with his girlfriend." said Ron. "They were my classmates."

"Oops." said the boy and went slightly pink. "Err....." he shifted his clipboard uncomfortably.

"Urm, why don't I sign for the order?" asked Ron, changing the topic.

"Err, okay...." said the boy and handed Ron a pen. "Sign here."

Ron signed the form and the boy said, "I'm sorry for I said just now...."

"It's okay." said Ron, holding up the photo. "This is a big picture...."

"It is, well, I better go." said the boy and left.

Ron carried the picture to the door and rang the doorbell. "Neville, Ginny, Fred, are you guys in there?"

Fred opened the door.

"Wow, what is that?" he asked, indicating the picture.

"A picture that Harry ordered before he and Hermione, you know." said Ron.

"Oh. Come in, Ginny is about to start on a new entry of the diary." said Fred and he helped Ron to carry the picture in.

"Hey, what's that?" asked Oliver when the two Weasleys came in.

"A picture that Harry ordered, it just arrived." said Ron, putting the picture down and leaned it against the wall.

"That's a big picture." said Neville.

"How's Mom by the way?" asked Ginny in concern.

"Not good." admitted Ron.

"What does the picture look like?" asked George.

Ron glanced at the wrapped picture and shrugged. "The delivery boy said that Harry and Hermione looked fabulous in the picture. Don't even think about it." he added when he saw Fred and George looked at each other.

"Why not?" asked Fred, walking towards the picture. "They won't just pop out of nowhere and tell us that we can't unwrap their stuff."

"I'm sure that Harry wouldn't want this picture to be wrapped up for eternity." said George.

Ron gave up on his twin brothers. Once they decided on something, it was hard to change their minds.

"Be careful with it." warned Angelina as Fred tore the brown paper apart.

Fred didn't answer, he concentrated on unwrapping the picture until he finished tearing off the paper off the back of the picture. He then turned it around carefully and took off the remaining paper that was covering the picture.

He whistled when he was done. "Oh Merlin."

He stood up and backed away from the picture. The group leaned forward to see it clearly.

Silence.

"The delivery boy is right, they looked fabulous." said Alicia quietly.

George nodded silently in agreement.

"It's a pity that they didn't get married." said Katie. "They died before they could."

"When did they take this picture?" asked Oliver.

"The delivery boy said that Harry ordered this a few days before New Year's Day. Maybe they took this picture around Christmas." said Ron helpfully. "They must have taken it in a Muggle shop, that's why they aren't moving in the picture."

"Hermione looked beautiful in this wedding dress. And Harry looked great." said Lavender.

"I always wondered what they looked like if they got married," said Neville. "Now I know."

"Hermione looked so happy." said Ginny and she sniffled.

Ron stared at the wedding picture of Harry and Hermione. In the picture, Hermione was holding Harry's arm and was wearing a simple white dress. Harry, on the other hand, was wearing a black suit and a neat black bow. Both of them were smiling happily.

"Err, let's get back to the diary, shall we?" asked Oliver. "Ginny?"

Ginny nodded and started reading the entry.

14th of January 2003

Dear Diary,

We are finally going to Miami! Today was the sailing day of our ship, the Atlantis. Viktor disappeared straight after breakfast. Well, I did inform him that I was leaving today, whether he did listen or not was his business.

Harry picked me up at 2.45pm and we arrived at Southampton by Apparition. Boy, you should see the ship, it's huge! And we were going to on it for a few days!

"It's beautiful." I said in awe as I looked at the ship.

"Let's hope that it doesn't sink like the Titanic does." said Harry after a porter had taken away our belongings.

"Harry." I said in annoyance.

"It's Daniel, Emma." said Harry, grinning.

I smiled. "Fine, Daniel."

"Herm.... I mean, Daniel! Emma! There you are!" someone cried.

We turned around and saw Ginny and Neville. They were coming to see us off, since their ship wouldn't be sailing until tomorrow. (Yes, they are taking a ship too, Neville doesn't like flying)

"Great, I thought we won't catch up with you." said Ginny.

"Glad that you did," I said and hugged her. "I'll miss you."

"Remember to buy souvenirs for us." said Neville.

"We will, one for you, one for Ginny and 5 for Lethe." said Harry.

"Don't, you will spoil her."

"Goodbye Daniel," said Ginny and hugged Harry. I saw her trying not to smile.

"Remember to buy something for us too when you two are in Hawaii." I said to Neville and hugged him.

"How about a dozen cans of pineapple?" asked Neville mischievously when I released him.

"Neville!" said Ginny, punching her husband playfully.

"If you buy those, Emma and I will buy surfboards for you." said Harry and looked at his watch. "We better be going. The ship is leaving in 20 minutes."

I gave Ginny another hug before we went to the ramp that led to the gateway of the ship. We moved to the gateway and waved goodbye to them before walking through the gateway.

"Name, please?" asked the young officer with a clipboard. He was wearing a proper uniform.

"You don't look like a wizard to me." said Harry.

"Have you ever seen a sailor wearing wizarding robes?" asked the officer. "Names?"

Harry smiled at me and held my hand. "Mr and Mrs Daniel Evans."

"Ticket." said the officer simply.

Harry handed him the tickets and he ticked off our "names". "You are the second one who said that I don't look like a wizard."

"Really, who's the first one?" asked Harry curiously.

"Young Mister Draco Malfoy. He sheers at me when he sees my uniform. I mean, come on, how could a sailor work if he is wearing robes?"

Malfoy? On this ship?

I glanced at Harry. He didn't look very happy. Of course, he and Malfoy had been enemies for years.

"Malfoy is going to Miami?" asked Harry.

"Oh no, he is going to Ireland. He will get off when the ship reaches Queenstown." said the officer.

"Thank goodness." Harry muttered.

"Well, enjoy your trip, Mr and Mrs Evans. Your stateroom is on A-Deck."

I tugged Harry's arm and we moved on.

"Malfoy, on this ship. Oh great, I like this vacation already." said Harry sarcastically.

He looked so miserable that I couldn't bear to see his face. "Come on, Daniel." I said, resting my head on his shoulder. "He's getting off at Ireland. And he will be gone for the rest of our vacation."

Harry didn't say anything. He continued to have a dark look on his face.

"Oh Daniel, please. If I'm not wrong, the ship will reach Queenstown tomorrow afternoon and he will be gone. Cheer up, Darling."

Harry looked at me and I battled my eyelashes at him. "Pretty please? For me?"

Harry smiled and kissed my nose. "Okay. But I hope that we won't bump into Malfoy during meal times."

It took us quite a while to find our stateroom, but before Harry had the time to admire the place, I dragged him off to the Boat Deck to wave goodbye to Ginny and Neville.

We arrived the Boat Deck and I scanned the crowd for the Longbottoms.

"See them?" asked Harry.

"I don't.... there they are! Ginny, Neville, over here!" I screamed over the noise that the rest of the passengers created as they shouted their goodbyes to their family and friends.

I could see tiny figures of Ginny and Neville among the crowd. They didn't see us at first but Neville saw us and tugged on Ginny's sleeve. They looked up and waved heartily at us. Harry and I grinned and waved back with hysterically. Ginny cupped her hands over her mouth and yelled something but I couldn't hear her.

"Goodbye, I'll miss you!" I screamed and waved harder as the ship moved away from the port.

"Goodbye!" yelled Harry.

We waved until the Longbottoms were out of sight. Then a thought came across my mind. What if the ship really hit an iceberg? It's only January and the weather was cold..... I shook my head firmly. I couldn't be that unlucky, right?

Our belongings arrived when we got back to our cabin. The cabin looked great and classy; it had a bedroom, a bath and a sitting room. It also had a fireplace. Our cabin didn't have a porthole. It had a big window instead. But when I saw the ship from the outside, it was a porthole. I guessed it's magic.

I went to the bedroom and went 'wow' at the king-sized bed. It had two soft white pillows and comfortable-looking sheets.

"Look Daniel!" I said and fell on the bed on my back.

Harry grinned and lay down on the bed beside me. "I can't wait to sleep with you on this bed tonight."

"Me either." I whispered and put my arms around his neck.

I kissed him softly on the lips and he grabbed the chance to insert his tongue into my mouth. I moaned as he cupped my breasts, then he kissed my neck.

He was starting to unbutton my shirt when I called, "Whoa, wait, wait!" I pushed him gently away and he stared at me in surprise. "Save the rest of our energy for tonight." I said.

Harry grinned at me, kissed my forehead and pushed himself off the bed. I continued to lie on the bed, trying to get over the effect of our short "exercise".

Harry stared at me, his mouth slightly open and his eyes filled with desire. I looked down and found that my first few buttons were undone, showing off my bare neck and white lace bra.

"What?" I asked and smiled seductively at Harry.

Harry swallowed and cleared his throat. "I better get out of here." he said and quickly went out.

I laughed.

Harry and I spent our time exploring the ship. It had everything, an indoor Quidditch pitch (There's no window so that the Snitch and Bludgers wouldn't fly out), a Parisian Café, a library (Harry spent quite a while to get me out of there), a gymnasium and an indoor swimming pool.

At 4pm, Harry insisted on avoiding Malfoy as much as possible before the ship reaches Queenstown, so we stayed in the cabin, reading. Finally at 6pm, we dressed for dinner (the ship actually required us to dress formally for dinner). Harry wore a simple black suit and I wore a long red dress.

At 7pm, we went to D-deck Dinning Saloon for dinner. We got a table for two and we sat near a window. The table and napkins were well-kept and the candle stand and utensils were polished. It looked so romantic.

And you couldn't imagine what they served for dinner, Diary, it's amazing! The food looked almost as good as Hogwarts'. Everything was so well-done that I had to ask the waiter:

"Are all these prepared by house-elves?"

Harry rolled his eyes and I glared at him.

"No, Mdm, these are prepared by humans. For your information, house-elves don't work on ships." said the waiter and smiled slightly.

I smiled at him. "Good."

"Emma, can't you forget about house-elves for a moment?" asked Harry.

I frowned at him and he didn't say anymore about the house-elves.

"How's your food?" he asked instead, changing the subject.

"Not bad. The ship's service is really good. By the way, Daniel, did the agency take care of our lodgings in Miami?"

"Sure, I got the information already, we will be staying in Hotel Astor. It's in South Beach, we are going to spend our vacation in there."

"Is it very expensive?" I asked.

"Err....." started Harry.

"Well, well, if it isn't Potty and the Mudblood." said a familiar voice behind me.

Uh oh.

I looked at Harry and he looked as if he had swallowed a lemon. I turned my head and I saw Draco Malfoy in black robes.

I hadn't seen Malfoy since we had graduated. And now when I looked at him, I felt like I was looking at Lucius Malfoy instead of his son. Malfoy looked so much like his father.

"Hello, Malfoy." said Harry politely but coldly.

Malfoy glared at him. "What are you doing here?"

"What are YOU doing here?" asked Harry.

"I'm going to Queenstown on this ship. And I won't tell you why even if you ask." Malfoy sneered. "What about you, Granger? I thought you would be a goody-goody and stay at home with YOUR HUSBAND."

I looked at him and he smirked. "I wonder what Viktor Krum would say if he found out that his wife is travelling with the famous Harry Potter."

Harry jumped up from his seat and grabbed Malfoy by his collar. "I'm warning you, Malfoy, one word to Krum and I will......"

"What?" asked Malfoy, continued to smirk.

Harry gave him an evil smile. "I will tell the Daily Prophet about YOUR affair with the MUGGLE-BORN singer Jolena Howard." he hissed.

Malfoy went white. He sucked in his breath in horror. "You won't dare, Potter."

Go Harry.

"Sirs, please, the rest of the passengers are having dinner." said a waiter anxiously to Harry and Malfoy.

Harry and Malfoy glared at each other. Harry let go of Malfoy and Malfoy smoothened his collar.

"See me later at 8 on the Boat Deck, outside the gymnasium." he said. "You too, Granger."

He left.

We ate the rest of our dinner in silence. Then at 8 o'clock, we went out to the Boat Deck. The weather was freezing. We spotted Malfoy leaning on the wall of the gymnasium. The chilling wind blew his hair wild.

He saw and came to us. He ignored me completely and asked Harry, "What evidence do you have to say that I'm having an affair?"

He was worried, I could tell.

Harry smirked at him. "I have a Muggle-made picture of you and her coming out of a hotel in London."

"How did you...."

"Don't ask." said Harry slowly. "One word to Krum and I will tell the Daily Prophet. I will send the picture to them too. In fact, I can send it to your wife Pansy, and to your parents. I bet that Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy will not be happy to know that their son is having an affair, with a Muggle-born, in fact."

Malfoy scowled. "Do you have the photo with you?"

"Um, yes, I have it right here, just in case." said Harry and dug into his pocket. He took out his wallet and opened it. He took out a picture. I took a glance. Malfoy was in the picture, holding hands with an unknown woman as they came out of the hotel.

He handed it to Malfoy. But before Malfoy could put his hands on it, Harry moved it out of his reach. "Remember Malfoy, not one word. Or I will redevelop the picture and show it to the whole wizarding world, deal?"

Malfoy narrowed his eyes for a moment before he said, "Deal."

Harry smiled and handed him the picture. "Here."

Malfoy took the picture and shoved it under his robes. He nodded curtly at Harry, then at me before he turned and walked away.

Well, Diary, I hope that Malfoy won't tell Viktor anything. To be honest, I'm a little afraid that Viktor will find out about Harry and me. What if Viktor decided to tear us apart? What if he decided to kill me? Or Harry? The thought of Harry being dead scares me. I will die of heartbreak if he dies.

Harry is now putting his arms around my chest and kissing my shoulder.... I must go to bed now, before he decides to make love to me right on the floor.

Good night,
Hermione

"Wow, Malfoy is having an affair with a Muggle-born singer?! That's juicy!" said Fred and he got up.

"Wait, where are you going?" asked Ginny as she flipped to the next page of the diary.

"To the Daily Prophet printing company. They are going to love this!"

"Wait, Fred, you can't!" said Ron, pulling his brother's shirt to prevent him from walking.

"Why not?"

"Well, judging Krum's action at the funeral, he doesn't seem to know about the affair. So Malfoy must have kept his promise and kept quiet about it. If you go and tell the press, then Malfoy will tell Krum and maybe the Daily Prophet too! Do you want Harry and Hermione's reputations to be ruined?" asked Ron.

Fred thought for a while before he sat down.

"Good." said Ron.

"Um, guys? Do you think we should do something to the wedding picture?" asked Neville.

"Like what?" asked George.

"Hang it up."

"At where?" asked Ron.

"Ron, where do you think wedding pictures are normally hang?" asked Lavender.

Ron thought.

"The bedroom?"

"Exactly." said Fred, getting up again. "Well, let's hang this beauty up!"

Fred and Ron carried the picture up the stairs and to the bedroom while the rest followed.

"Where exactly do we hang this?" asked Ron.

"How about the wall above the headboard? That's where Neville and I put ours." suggested Ginny.

"Headboard it is." said Ron. "Somebody get some chairs or something, we are not tall enough to hang this over the headboard."

Angelina conjured two chairs and Fred and Ron stepped on them.

"Easy, easy...." said George.

Fred and Ron placed the picture firmly on the wall. "How does it look down there?" asked Fred.

"A little to the left, no, too left.....lift it higher.....yeah, that's it." said George.

"Will somebody do a sticking charm now?" asked Ron. "Before our hands got tired."

Oliver took out his wand and with a wave and a spell, he said, "Okay, you two can let go now."

Fred and Ron let go and they got off the chairs and joined the rest.

"Looks good." said Oliver, nodding in approval.

Everyone stared at the lovely picture in silence for a while before Neville said, "Err, can we get back to the diary?"

"Sure, let's go." said George. "I'll read this time."