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Disclaimer: I own nothing associated with Harry Potter, it all belongs to JK Rowling.
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And the new chapter!
Hermione laid on the guest bed, crying. After hearing Harry make his confession about his love for Amanda, it was just then that she had really realized it for the first time; she was in love with him. But her heart had shattered after hearing him say that.
'Well great job Hermione, now he knows that you love him!'
'But you want him to know it don't you? So he can ditch that rich, snobby, disgusting, vile Amanda.'
'But I just embarrassed myself in front of him!'
'Oh, just shut up,' went the voice in her head. 'Just go to sleep.'
Hermione fell face forward onto the bed and buried her face in a pillow.
Harry stood in front of a mirror, three hours later, after having a restless sleep. He fiddled with his bow tie, trying to clip it. But the sight of seeing Hermione crying her eyes out in front of him still had its results. The innocent bow tie seems to mock at his shaking hands.
"Oh, for Merlin's sake!" Harry picked up his wand and waved it, the bow tie fixed itself perfectly and comfortably around his neck. He waved it again and a dark blue coat came flying out of his closet and into his hand. He looked into the mirror for one last time when someone, or something spoke.
'But what about Hermione?'
"What about her?" Harry asked aloud. His mirror said lazily, "You know Bern and Al are right, she cares for you…"
"Why do I keep hearing this lecture over and over? From a mirror, no less!" Harry retorted, "And she doesn't love me! Our relationship is strictly platonic!"
His mirror fell silent. Harry wheeled out of the room and looked at his watch as he headed towards the front door. It was five minutes to six; Amanda should be here soon.
He leaned against the front door waiting. His thoughts kept going back to Hermione and the sight of her tears-stricken face replayed over and over in his mind.
He was interrupted by a vile smell. Harry saw Amanda coming, but she was still a distance away, and what was that smell? She was dressed in a hot pink dress, though it looked more like a piece of cloth than an actual dress.
She came to Harry and wrapped her arm around him, smiling. He finally realized what the smell was: Amanda's perfume. Harry gave her a disapproving look but Amanda failed to notice or ignored completely.
"Well then, let's get going," she said. Harry nodded hesitantly and held the door for her, ever the gentleman, and she walked out. Harry followed momentarily after taking a last look at Hermione's room and the closed the door behind him.
Amanda was already standing by the garage door, waiting for Harry to open it.
"Let's just Apparate there. Much easier, don't you think?" Harry took Amanda's hand and told her, "Just keep hold of me." (A/N: She does know how to Apparate, but she doesn't know where they're going see?)
They disappeared with a loud Crack!
They reappeared in a fancy room, lighted with chandeliers and the walls richly decorated and covered with wizard paintings. There were only a few people there, all dressed elegantly and chatting to each other. A man stood by the doorway, wearing a suit. Harry and Amanda approached him.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, this way please."
The man led him inside the restaurant, where there were dozens of tables, all set up and covered with plates. It appeared that the restaurant took orders the same way it had happened at the Yule Ball. Customers were looking at their menus, and ordering at their plates, and it would then appear in front of them.
"Harry! Harry mate!" Harry saw a very familiar red-head waving frantically at him from a table.
"Ron!" Harry called happily, still holding on to Amanda's hand, made his way over to Ron's table.
"Hey, mate, how long has it been? Five years?" Ron grinned at him, then gestured to the woman next to him. "Meet my fiancée, Luna."
Luna smiled dreamingly and fixed her eyes upon Harry.
"Hello, Harry."
"Well, don't just sit there mate, pull up some chairs!" Ron waved his wand and two comfortable chairs appeared behind Harry and Amanda. Harry let go of her hand and sat down.
"Well, congratulations you two!"
"What about you Harry? Aren't you going to introduce us to your friend?" Ron wagged his eyebrows in suggestion.
"Right, this is Amanda."
"Pleasure, I'm sure," Amanda sure didn't sound like she meant it and looked around at the other customers.
"So Harry, what's up lately?" Ron started.
"Harry," started Amanda at the same time in a whining voice, "how long is that girl going to stay at our house? Helena or whatever her name is."
"Her name is Hermione!"
Ron's eyes suddenly flickered. "Hermione? She's at your house, mate?"
"Yes," Amanda interrupted before Harry could answer. "And she's just about the ugliest, trampiest woman you've ever seen!"
Ron's ears started turning red at the tips, and his face flushed.
Harry could tell he was about to blow up on Amanda, when he suddenly said, "Ron, I've gotta talk to you."
Ron stood up abruptly, then followed Harry, still glaring through the corners of his eyes at Amanda.
"Ron, I don't know what to do! Hermione just shows up at my door and I offered her a place to stay. But the thing is, I think she likes me…
Ron rolled his eyes. "Of course she likes you!"
"What do you mean?"
Ron's eyes bugged out. "She never told you? She told me way back in fifth year. You've got to get with her mate! Amanda isn't right for you."
Harry sighed then ran his hand through his hair. "Not this again…"
Ron looked sharply at him. "What do you mean?"
"My butlers, my conscience, and my mirror have already given me this lecture…"
"Well, then they're all correct! You must! Don't you see Harry? She really does love you! Just think about it for a moment."
Harry fell into silence and racked through his brains, starting from first year all the way to their last year, then to this morning. The way Hermione smiled happily at him and stood by his side through the seven years, encouraging him before every Quidditch match, and gave him helpful suggestions on everything from surviving to homework and even girl problems (Cho Chang), like how to get a date. He also remembered how sad and disappointed Hermione was when he went out with girls, although, Harry recalled, she always put up a brave and convincing front.
Suddenly, he realized it. She did love him, and he loved her. Not as a friend, but really, truly love her. His eyes glazed over, and Ron could tell he had finally realized it.
"Well then, mate, I do think you've got somewhere to go then, right?"
"Right, hold on, just a second." Harry rushed back to the table and to Amanda.
He tapped Amanda at the shoulder, who had been currently listening to Luna explain about Crumpled-Horn Snorkacks.
"I'm sorry, Amanda," Harry smiled sweetly though the glint in his eyes suggest otherwise, "I'm leaving now…and you're not coming with me." His smile disappeared and his eyes started flaming. "In fact, never, ever, come back to my house again!"
Amanda was shocked. "Well, but…I…I…I never!"
Harry rushed towards the door when he turned back and decided to say one more thing to Amanda. "By the way, that perfume, was it made from manure? It certainly smells like it." And he hurried outside and Disapparated.
"Well, just to let you know, this perfume is the most expensive one there is!" Amanda shrieked even though Harry had already left.
She screamed and yelled uselessly until finally a waiter came over and said, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid you're disturbing the other customers here, please leave…now…"
In a huff, Amanda stood up, grabbed her expensive purse, and stalked out the door.
Ron who had been watching everything with a wide, open mouth, sat down next to Luna again.
He turned his head to her. "Is it just me…or does Amanda remind you of a Crumpled-Horn Snorkack?"
Luna just smiled serenely.
Harry burst through the front door of his house, nearly knocking over Al as he rushed up the stairs.
Al steadied himself, and decided to find Bern.
"I think our Mr. Potter has finally realize the truth…" Bern nodded, smiling a bit.
Harry stood in front of Hermione's room, waiting to catch his breath. He smoothed his jacket, fixed his bow tie, and took a deep breath. Then, he was about to raise his fist and knock on the door, and when his hand was inches away…
BAM!
A/N: HAHA! A cliffie for all y'all!
Err…let's just apply the same rules for the next chappie alright? And if you don't know them, just look it up in the previous chapter…I'm too lazy to type them up again…