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This story is dedicate to my Grandmother, who passed away on 22-1-2005

wiccan-witch88: Hermione fainted because she was seriously lacked of nourishment. She didn't eat and sleep well for days and became very weak.

Ron-Weasley girl: Err… at the moment, no.

the writers café: (hands you a pack of tissues)

Chapter 24: 10th of April 2003

Dear Diary,

Yesterday was the day I discharged from the hospital! I was so glad that I was able to go home. All of my friends were unable to fetch me, since they were all busy. But Neville and Ginny were ready to celebrate my recovery at a muggle pub nearby. So Harry came to fetch me and there he was yesterday evening, wearing a red T-shirt and jeans, smiling as he watched me saying goodbye to the Healers that took care of me.

"Be careful now, don't starve yourself to death again." said the Healer.

"I won't." I said, smiling at Harry.

"We'll see. Mr Potter, do watch over your friend." said the Healer.

"I will," said Harry, nodding. "I ensure you that I will keep a good eye on her from now on."

"Cheers!" All four of us cried with our glasses held up in the air at the pub.

CLICK

Went the glasses.

"I'm so glad that you have discharged from the hospital, Hermione." said Ginny, smiling over her glass of apple juice at me.

I smiled back. "Thanks. Since now Harry is back, I don't think I will go back there again."

Harry put his arms around my shoulder. "I will kill myself if I let you go back in there."

"No, I will kill you, because you didn't take good care of me." I grinned.

"Oh no, Neville, I'm ready to prepare my will." joked Harry.

We laughed.

"Speaking of legal documents," said Neville after he had taken a sip of his glass of Pepsi. "You told me this morning that you were planning to buy a new house."

"You were?" I asked Harry in surprise. "Since when?"

Harry put down his glass of hooch. "That's what I want to discuss with you, Hermione. What do you think of moving to a new house?"

"A new house?" I asked. "What for?"

"Don't you want to move into a bigger house where we can have more privacy? Think of this, Hermione. We can finally have a house under both of our names!"

I thought of it for a while. A new house sounds fine. But what I really concerned about was that Viktor wouldn't be able to find us after we moved. Then Harry and I could live together in peace. Great!

"All right. A new house sounds wonderful." I said.

"Great! Let's go and take a look at the house tomorrow!" said Harry.

I looked at him in shock. "You have a house in your mind already?"

"Just in my mind. I'm not going to buy it unless you like it." said Harry slowly.

Typical of Harry. He always does things first before discusses them with someone else.

"So if you buy the house, it will be under yours and Hermione's names?" asked Ginny.

"Yep. Under the names of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, not Daniel and Emma Evans or Harry Potter and Hermione Krum." said Harry.

I smiled, remembered the fake names that Harry and I used during our vacation.

"Okay, the matter of the house is being settled. What about the bank account?" asked Neville.

I turned to Harry. "What is it about the bank account?"

"Err, that's another thing I want to discuss with you. Do you want to have a joint Gringotts bank account with me?" asked Harry.

"What for?" I asked in bewilderment.

"Just wondering. I feel like having one. Because I couldn't bear to see your money being shared with Krum." said Harry slowly.

I thought for a while and agreed with Harry. Since Viktor and I had separated, why should I leave my money in his bank account? (I transferred my money to his account after our marriage, please don't ask me why)

"All right, let's have a joint bank account." I said in approval.

"Good. We will apply for one at Gringotts tomorrow before we look at the house." said Harry and drank his hooch.

"You sound like you two are getting married." said Neville suddenly.

My eyes widened and I bit my lower lip. That sentence reminded me of my marriage and Viktor.

Ginny must had thought so too, because Neville had a pain look on his face and he looked at Ginny in surprise. I guessed Ginny must have stepped on his foot or something.

Then Neville realised what was wrong and said to me quietly, "Oops, sorry, Hermione. I forgot."

I just smiled.

"Carry on like that and I won't let you be Hermione's lawyer." said Harry darkly.

"What?" I asked.

"Hermione, I'm thinking of letting Neville to be your lawyer." said Harry quickly.

"Why?"

"You see," Harry lowered down his volume. "Neville is our schoolmate back in Hogwarts. We can trust him. If we want to buy a new house together and have a joint account, we can ask Neville to settle it for us. He won't tell the Daily Prophet about our relationship."

"Really?" I exclaimed. "Oh Harry, let Neville be my lawyer too, please…" I said. "I want all of our legal documents settled without any questions asked and Neville is the man to do it…."

Neville blushed and busied himself with his Pepsi.

"All right. Neville, get ready a document for Hermione to sign." said Harry. "From now on, you are mine and Hermione's lawyer."

The next afternoon, Harry and I went to meet a muggle estate agent in London and he brought us to a house which is situated in a very quiet place. It was a semi-detached white house, surrounded by natural landscape.

When Harry said privacy, he really meant privacy. The house is so isolated that we could have all the privacy we want!

"This way, Mr Potter." said the estate agent as he led us to the door of the house. He is a rather short man with very little hair on his head.

He opened the door and we went 'oh my god'.

Not that the house looks magnificent inside. It looks, well, unimpressive. I could see dust on the floor and old lamps hanging from the ceiling. There is no furniture around. The walls seriously need a repaint.

I held on to Harry's arm and he gave me a knowing look.

"Um, sir?" asked Harry uncertainly. "Don't you think the interior is in a, err, bad condition?"

"I know, Mr Potter." said the estate agent quickly. "I know it looks old but with a bit of redecoration, it will be just fine."

"Well, the walls need a repaint, we need to replace the lamps and buy some new furniture…" I said slowly.

"I know that it will cost a bomb, Mrs Potter…." said the agent.

"Then we need to clean…." I stopped and blinked. "What did you just call me?" I asked.

"Mrs Potter." said the agent. "Aren't you Mr Potter's wife?"

Harry gave me a rather sad glance.

"Err, no." I said. "I'm Miss Granger."

Harry was quiet.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Miss Granger." said the agent.

"It's okay. Now what did you say about the cost?" I asked, changing the topic.

"Well, I know the renovation costs a lot of money…" said the agent.

"Err, can we take a look at the other areas of the house first?" interrupted Harry.

"Sure, right this way." said the agent.

After a quick tour around the house, I seriously do not have a good impression of its appearance. Harry, on the other hand, was smiling.

"All right, we will buy this house." said Harry and I went "What?"

"Hermione, trust me. Once we renovate this house, it will be as good as new." said Harry.

"That's right, Miss Granger." said the agent.

I sighed. Oh well, if Harry really wants to renovate the place…

"All right." I said unwillingly.

"Good." said Harry and turned to the agent. "Miss Granger and I will sign the papers for this house as soon as you have them…."

When we got back to Harry's house, Harry was happy and kept on talking about how we were going to decorate the new house while I just sat beside him in the front room and was quiet. The estate agent's comment and Neville's words last night reminded me painfully about my marital status. I'm married, but not to Harry.

"Hermione, are you okay?" asked Harry in concern.

I looked at him and smiled weakly. "I'm okay. What did you say about the house again?"

"I said we could redecorate the house in the muggle way. It may be long and tiring but…."

As Harry talked, my mind wandered off again. I wondered if I could get a divorce. Maybe I could ask Neville.

"Hermione?" I heard Harry saying. "Are you listening?"

"Harry," I said. "I want a divorce."

"What?" asked Harry.

"With Viktor." I said. "After what Neville and the estate agent had said, I feel so, I don't know, pressurized. I realized that if I don't get a divorce, I won't be happy. I will still have the name 'Mrs Krum' with me."

Harry didn't say anything.

"We may have a joint bank account and a house under our names but I just don't feel right. I don't want people to call me 'Mrs Krum' anymore." I said and sighed. "I want to be single again and be together with you as Miss Granger."

Harry was still but then he smiled. He held my hand. "If that's what you want, go ahead. To be honest, I'm a bit tired to see you being called as 'Mrs Krum'. I'm beginning to feel that you are sick of that name."

"I am." I said, smiling. "In fact, I'm sick of that name for ages."

"I will get Neville right now." said Harry and went to the fireplace.

Harry took a bit of Floo Powder and threw it into the fireplace. He put his head through the green fire and called: "24 Demeter Drive London!"

Then I heard Harry saying, "Hi Neville, listen, I know it's already 9pm but I need you to prepare some documents for Hermione's divorce. Yes, she wants a divorce with Krum. So long? I guess she could wait. Yeah, thank you. Say hello to Ginny for me. Bye."

Harry withdrew his head from the fire and got up. He turned and looked at me. "Neville could handle the divorce but he said that it would take months to settle."

"Months?" I groaned and thought for a while. "But it's better than nothing."

I got up and walked towards Harry. "Once Viktor and I signed the divorce papers, I will be single and free again."

"Then," I said, putting my arms around Harry's neck. "I could be with you forever."

"And ever." added Harry and we kissed.

Isn't this great, Diary? Harry and I have a house under our names and a new joint bank account at Gringotts! And once I have divorced with Viktor, I would be single again and able to carry out my relationship with Harry openly! Hmm, maybe by next year, I will be 'Mrs Potter', then Harry and I will be living in bliss, just like Neville and Ginny.

Ah, I can't wait for thatday to come.

Hermione

Fred silently flipped to the entry and handed it to his wife. Then he went to the kitchen, muttering something that sounded like "Need a drink." But to Ron, Fred sounded as if he was going to cry and his head was down, not letting anyone to see his face. Maybe he just wanted to go to the kitchen where no one could see him and had a good cry over his friends' deaths.

Once Fred was out of the front room, Angelina looked at the next entry and asked rather timidly, "Who wants to read the next entry?"

All of them were silent.

"You read it." said Alicia finally.

Sniffling and nodding, Angelina looked at the date and read, "24th of April, 2003."