Disclaimer: The characters, places, etc. belong to JK Rowling. Everything else I pulled out of my butt. Alyssa, Amy, Ted are people i just made up.

This takes place three years after Harry, Hermione, and Ron's graduation from Hogwarts (also after the whole fiasco with Harry and Hermione). They are now in the Muggle world. Harry is now a famous Muggle actor. Ron is a dentist. Hermione works with social services and helps to find better homes for children who need them.

Chapter 1

"I don't think we should see each other anymore."

Harry James Potter awoke with a start. He had been dreaming about the last timeHermione had talked to him. Thinking about her immediately made him sad. 'Why was I dreaming about her?' he thought angrily to himself. A movement on the side of his bed quickly broke his thoughts. A pair of piercing blue eyes met his emerald ones. They belonged to Harry's latest fling-of-the-week.

"Morning," she whispered. Sighing, Harry replied,

"Morning, Alyssa."

"What's wrong? You look so sad. Come on, you can tell me." She said in a concerned voice. 'I don't want to tell you.' he thought.

"It's nothing. Just…tired." He replied. Alyssa smiled wickedly.

"Yeah, me too. Last night was awesome!" she said. Harry smiled weakly as he remembered the previous night.

FLASHBACK

Harry looked at his watch. 7:30 PM.

"Damn, I'm late. Amy's gonna kill me." He muttered as his driver pulled up to the front of the building. Harry slid into the sleek limo and was greeted by his driver, Ted.

"Evening, Mr. Potter."

Harry gave a nod to Ted and pulled out his cell phone. Just as he began to dial a number, the phone began to ring. Looking at the name, he sighed and answered.

"Hello?"

A very annoyed voice snapped back at him:

"Where the hell are you? You're late!"

Harry cringed. It was his agent, Amy. She was a nice person but absolutely hated when someone was late. And indeed he was very late. Thirty minutes to be exact.

"The media is not going to wait forever, you know. Where are you?" Amy demanded.

"Sorry, I lost track of time." Harry replied weakly. He could hear her growling at the other end. 'Oh shit. She's pissed.' he thought.

"Just get your sorry ass over here. And are you wearing the outfit I picked out for you?"

Harry ran his hand through his forever-messy hair. He tended to do this when he was nervous or angry.

"Yes I did." If Amy didn't pick out his clothes for these important events, he would be in the magazines' "WORST DRESSED" columns every time. It wasn't his fault. Harry just didnt really care about how he dressed, as long as he wasn't naked.

"Good. I don't need you looking like a bum and embarrassing everyone. Just get here soon." And with that, she hung up. Harry sighed and ran his hand through his hair again. Ted was looking at him through the rear-view mirror and said quietly,

"Is everything all right Mr. Potter?"

Harry looked up and nodded. Ted was a good man. He was in early 50s. He was never late to pick up Harry from anything. Tonight was completely Harry's fault. He had fallen asleep and woke up late.

Soon they arrived at the theater. It was the premiere of Harry's new movie. Putting a smile on his face, he stepped out of the limo into the screaming horde of fans. 'Here we go again.'