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Once again….Disclaimer: I own nothing associated with Harry Potter….it all belongs to J. K. Rowling.

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Amanda turned around to look at Harry. "You know her?"

Harry cleared his throat. "Umm…yes, as a matter of fact I do. Would you mind leaving us alone for awhile?"

After making a little "Hmph!" sound, (A/N: Don't we all do that?) Amanda turned and disappeared into the house. For a moment all Harry and Hermione did was look at each other. (A/N: Note that this next part may be extremely pathetic seeing how I currently have no beta…Please don't laugh!) To Harry, underneath all those ragged clothes was still beauty. It told him a life of hardship. Hermione saw that Harry had grown more handsome over the years. He was smartly dressed in a black suit. His hair was still as messy as ever, but his glasses were now different. Harry could feel his heart beating faster and faster. What he wanted to do was hug and comfort Hermione so she could be soothed, but what he actually did instead hurt her.

"What are you doing here?" demanded Harry coldly.

Hermione felt deeply hurt and felt her heart almost break. But it wasn't over yet.

"I thought you said you never wanted to see my again?" Harry's eyes were ice cold. Hermione's pleading eyes looked up from his shoes to his face. As she did, her bruised cheek was revealed. Hermione thought she saw a flash of shock and pity appear in Harry's eyes but it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.

"What happened to your cheek?" asked Harry in a flat voice.

"Please, Harry…" pleaded Hermione.

"What happened to it?" he demanded.

Lowering her eyes to the ground again, she softly replied, "He hit me…"

"Malfoy hit you?"

This time, Hermione didn't bother to correct him about Malfoy's name. "Yes…"

Harry was infuriated (A/N: That is a word right?) but still showed no emotion outwardly.

"I see…and what are you doing here?" asked Harry quietly.

"Well…I was wondering…"

"Yes?"

Hermione let out a big sigh. "Forget it, it was a mistake coming here. I'm going to leave now…" She turned and walked off the doorstep.

"Wait, Hermione?"

Hermione turned around. "What?"

"Err…" Harry ran his hand through his hair and Hermione couldn't help but smile a little. "Do you need a place to stay or something?"

"Oh yes! Thank you!" Hermione ran up to Harry and threw her arms around him. He savored the moment and by the way she held onto him, he could tell that Hermione was in a lot of pain. Harry forced himself to step back slowly.

"Oh…sorry, I lost control."

"You can stay here for as long as you like…"

"Umm…thanks. I just need a break."

"Uh-huh…Al?" A young man walked up to the door. (A/N: No house elves in this fic!)

"Yes sir?"

"Please take our guest to the guest room and provide her with some proper clothing."

"Yes sir," Al motioned to Hermione with his white gloves. "Follow me, err…"

"Hermione."

"Miss Hermione, then."

Hermione stepped into the house following the butler, her eyes roving. This place was even grander than Draco's house.

Harry sighed deeply and after closing the door, sank into his favorite armchair in the living room. Hermione's appearance after 8 years was not what he had been expecting. He didn't know what to do. He knew he should be mad, but it was Hermione, the one woman whom he truly had loved. He just wasn't sure what to do. All that pain after she had left. It stayed with him for two years before he finally forced himself to move on. Yet like Hermione, he found himself thinking about the other. Harry was furious at Malfoy and he wanted to help Hermione. However, by "rights," he shouldn't have let her come in.

Amanda sidled up behind Harry, wrapped her arms around his neck, and made cooing noises. (A/N: Yuck!)

"Who was that-that…tramp?"

Harry's face flushed. "She's not a tramp!" he growled.

Amanda was taken aback, but then recovered. "Fine then, who was that woman?"

"She was a friend from Hogwarts…Hermione."

"You became friends with a beggar!" exclaimed Amanda in an incredulous voice.

"She's not a beggar! She used to be pretty…but well of course she still is….She was the smartest witch in our year…" Harry drifted off, his eyes glazing over as he recalled memories from Hogwarts.

Amanda let go of Harry. "Well, she'd better not mess up our life together. Harry? Earth to Harry!"

"Huh? Oh sorry…don't worry…she won't."

Amanda walked off, probably to go take another bubble bath filled with perfumes. No that Harry thought about it, Amanda was always dosed in large amounts of perfume that made her smell absolutely vile. The appearance of Harry's long-lost love set off a train of thought and his brain was soon full of questions.

'Why didn't I try to find her? Why didn't I follow her when she left? Why did I choose Amanda?"

Harry fell asleep promptly with his brain still going, "Why?…Why?…Why?"

Al had taken Hermione to the 2nd floor, giving her a tour on the way.

"This is Mr. Potter's room, Miss Amanda's room right across the hall. And this is the guest room right next to Mr. Potter's room."

Hermione thanked Al then went into the room. Inside was a real bed, a very nice and comfy one from the way it looked. Inside was also a beautiful mahogany closet. Hermione opened it up and discovered beautiful dresses and blouses. She let out a big sigh of relief the squealed in delight, jumping on the bed.

One floor below, Harry was woken by Hermione's girlish squeals. He smiled in remembrance.

"Sir?" All appeared in the doorway of the living room. "It's time for lunch…Bern's back."

Harry got up a bit dreamily.

"Sir? Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Harry waved a hand at Al. "Go get our guest please."

Al bowed deeply then left to fetch Hermione. He knocked on the door raptly.

"Miss? It's time for lunch!"

The door was opened and Hermione stepped out into the hallway. Al was struck by her beauty. Hermione had changed into a beautiful blue gown. (A/N: A bit extreme for lunch eh? Oh well…) She had brushed her hair so that it fell about her shoulders smoothly. Now the young man recognized her. When Harry first hired Al, Al often saw Harry taking out an old picture album and looking at wizard pictures of him and another young woman. Harry would often sigh as he looked at them. Now, Al knew, this was the girl.

"Uhh…Al?" Hermione waved her hand in front of Al. (A/N: Poor Al…too much waving of hands…)

"Sorry miss, follow me please."

Al led her down the stairs to the kitchen.

An elderly man was at the counter unpacking some food. Hermione recognized him as the man who had driven the black car. He gave her a friendly grin, waved happily to her, and then continued with his work.

"That's Bernie, miss."

Al led Hermione to a big rectangular dining table. Above the table was a gold chandelier, the lights shining brightly, causing the table below it to sparkle and shine. The table had 3 seats, each place set with a plate, knives, forks, the lot. One seat was at the head of the table and two seats were across from each other to the side. Al seated Hermione in one of the two seats across from each other and then left the room.

Harry entered the room with Amanda on his arm, with her nose high in the air and a smirk on her face. She looked at Hermione as if to say. "Ha, I'm with Harry and not you!" Hermione merely looked down in her lap. Harry looked from Hermione's downcast face to Amanda's triumphant smirk and seemed to make the connection. He shot a glance at Amanda sharply, warning her to stop without making a word. She responded with a pout, but Harry merely ignored her and sat at the head of the table. Amanda made another "Hmph," sound and sat down grumpily in the seat across Hermione.

Bernie came in with a tray of food and was about to serve them when Harry stopped him.

"It's all right, she's a witch too."

Bernie nodded sharply, reached into his pant pocket, and pulled out a wand. He waved it and food went from his tray to their plates.

Harry looked around expectantly and said, "Well, let's eat."

Amanda and Hermione both dug in, with Amanda still glaring daggers at the other. None of the three spoke. The silence was deafening and awkward. Harry looked nervously from Amanda to Hermione.

Amanda, smiling evilly, cleared her throat. Hermione looked up.

In a bittersweet voice, Amanda asked, "So what was your name again?"

Harry gave her a sharp look. 'I already told her that.'

Amanda ignored him.

Hermione quietly replied, "Hermione Malfoy."

"Malfoy eh? Isn't that the pureblood Malfoy family? Draco Malfoy? Is that your husband?"

"Yes…"

"Then what are you doing here?"

Hermione made no reply.

"Well? Why don't you go back?"

Hermione still didn't answer and stopped eating.

"WELL?" Amanda demanded.

Harry finally interrupted. "That's enough!" he said sharply.

Amanda quieted.

Harry glared at her. "Hermione doesn't want to go because she doesn't want to! So, I let her stay. Not that it's any of your business, seeing how it's my house. I don't have to let you stay either."

Amanda looked very insulted. Harry had never spoken to her like that before. 'It's all that blasted Hermione's fault!'

Hermione pushed her chair back and stood back.

"I think I'm going up to the room now, I'm full."

Harry looked at her plate. It had barely been touched.

"No, just sit and eat. Ignore Amanda."

"No, it's okay. Really, Harry, I'm full." With that said, Hermione left the kitchen.

"See?" Amanda pointed out (A/N: No, not really pointed.)

"What? All I see is your ugly attitude. You have no right to treat Hermione like that."

"Well…I never…" Amanda sputtered. "You said she wasn't going to ruin our lives."

"She isn't. She merely revealed your true character."

"Whatever!" Amanda stood up so quickly her chair fell back. She left the kitchen without even looking back at Harry.

Harry was left sitting at the table looking from Hermione's seat to Amanda's abandoned seat. He sighed deeply.

Bern came into the room, surprised to only see Harry. Harry smiled disarmingly.

"Women…they're so bloody confusing eh?" Harry joked.

"Sure Mr. Potter…" Bernie cleared the entire table with a wave of his wand.

Harry looked hurt. "Hey! I wasn't done with my food yet!"

Bernie was in no mood to joke. "I'm sure you can manage, Mr. Potter."

Harry stood up. "I think I'll go talk to a special lady friend now…" As he passed by Bern, Bern heard him mutter, "Amanda…" As soon as Harry left the room, Bern smacked his forehead. "I do hope you'll choose the right person eventually Mr. Potter. And anyone with an eye could see that'd be Ms. Hermione. I dearly wish you'd open your eyes sooner or later…"

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