A/N: Finally a new chapter! (BETAD!)
Two days later, after the dinner, Harry sent Hermione another note. It read simply. /Hermione. We need to talk, NOW. Tres Firebolt./ He didn't dare write anymore for fear someone would intercept it. You could never be too careful, was a lesson he knew he needed to learn. He was giving it his best go.
Hermione frowned, staring at the note as Hedwig waited impatiently for a reply, as she'd been told to do. "Tres Firebolt?" she questioned out loud, then nibbled on her lower lip as she tried to figure out what he meant by that. "Tres Firebolt?" The bushy-haired female asked the air, and wandered over to her favorite seat.
She plopped down in it, the note clutched in her hands.
A look of knowing entered her eyes, and the young Death-Eater sprang back up.
"OF COURSE!" She exclaimed. "The Three Bloody Broomsticks!"
"Mione?" Came the amazed question from the doorway, causing her breath to hitch in her throat..
Her eyes widened, and she crumpled the note in her hands.
"Yes R-, De-, er...Yes, husband?" she asked shakily, blushing as she stumbled over her words, and determinedly did NOT look at Ron. So she didn't see the suspicious look he gave her.
"Who was that from?" he asked, stepping inside and pointing towards her hands, where he'd seen her crumple up the note.
She squeaked and whirled to face him. "Oh er...jus...er. Uhm, just a note...from...er...Pavarti." She shifted from one foot to the other. "So did you need something?" Hermione asked as nonchalantly as she could as she strolled over to the sideboard and picked up a quill.
/Harry, Tres Firebolts it is. Now./ She wrote neatly, and folded it up before handing it to the once-again disguised Hedwig. "There you go. You know where to take it, you beautiful bird," she cooed, stroking the owl's head for a brief moment and then turning around to face Ron as Hedwig headed out the window.
"What I need is to know what's up with you," Ron said, his eyes flashing. "That couldn't have been from Pavarti. You two have never liked each other."
He took a step closer, looking as though he were trying to be menacing.
She rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. Few men could actually pull off the "big bad" act and Ronald Weasley was NOT one of them. "Let me tell you something, RONALD! You dont know WHO my friends are anymore, and you've not particularly shown an interest in finding out before now so DON'T you give me that --That couldn't have been from Pavarti-- crap!" His ears went red, but she continued on. "You do NOT own me, so don't you dare try to act like you do! I can correspond with anyone I d...I please!! You are starting to seriously annoy me with your new Malfoy imitation, so....so....BUGGER OFF!" She shouted, and stormed passed him, out of the house, and as soon as she was passed the wards, Disapparated.
Ron blinked as she told him to bugger off, and as soon as he realised what had happened, turned around and headed out after her.
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Hermione appeared right before The Three Broomsticks, and pushed open the door, storming inside. Her cheeks still flushed, but now with anger, brown eyes snapping with frustration, she drew quite a few eyes to her. However, it was mainly because of how she was dressed. Having stormed out in a hurry she forgot about the fact that all she was wearing was one of her wrap around shorter skirts that she loved because of the feel of it, and one of Rons button up shirts, that was only buttoned up a few in the center of her chest. She didn't even have shoes on, and her wand holster stood out starkly against the ivory pale flesh she was showing practically everywhere. It was a look she'd never have normally worn in public.
As soon as a wolf-whistle sounded from a table she stopped short, frowned, and looked down at herself. Instantly the flush of anger turned to a flush of embarrassment and she hastily took her wand from the holster and cast a spell that buttoned up her shirt, followed by a notice-me-not one, and headed hastily for a table near the back of the room. Her head was kept down the whole time, and as she seated herself, she could feel tears welling up in her eyes.
"I can't believe I did that..." She whispered. "Everyone's going to think I'm another Lavendar or Pavarti!" Pavarti's name brought forth the memory of how she'd told Ron off, and anger filled her again as she remembered his actions. But as the minutes passed, she realised he WAS her husband, and used to be one of her best friends. She did owe him some loyalty, and patience. This nagged at her, and she had just decided that it was time to have a long talk with Ron after she met with Harry, when the sound of someone clearing their throat caught her attention.
"Harry..." she breathed.
He gave her that crooked half-smile that had always softened her up or made her smile back, and she relaxed a bit. The answering smile came to her lips naturally, and she registered wtih some consternation the warm feeling that started in her stomach and spread throughout her as she leaned forward to talk with the raven-haired young man.
Neither of them noticed the red-headed man enter the pub and look around, as they immersed themselves in the much anticipated conversation.
A/N: i've updated several parts of the story, but since it was just correcting other chapters, they haven't showed. I haven't given up on this story, but if I dont get at least a few opinions on how I could improve it, I might. I will try to return the favor, btw.