Part II: Disclaimer: Names are from the works of: J.K. Rowling, Shakespeare, Homer, The Simpsons, Renaissance Painters, Greek Tragedies... etc...

Part II-Jane and Homer

The next evening a very groggy, headache stricken Harry Potter woke up on his kitchen table, with a beaker and a not beside him.

Harry picked up the note and read it:

Hey Mate,

I nipped this from Bill this morning, yes, yes, thank your best mate! It's a hangover cure or pepper up potion, can't remember which, wasn't paying too much attention.. Luc was making the funniest faces! Oh yeah, you can floo Bill and ask if you like. One question mate.. how are you going to react when they get married?

-Ron

"Go and hang myself," Harry muttered aloud.

"Harry?" Called Hermione from presumably the front hall.

"BLOODY FUCK!" Harry said much louder then he meant to on seeing his watch read four

o' clock. Harry drained the beaker in one gulp as Hermione entered his kitchen.

'No smoke is coming out of my ears, so Bill obviously gave me a hangover draught, whoo!'

"Harry, your not ready yet?" She looked annoyed, as she herself was all decked out in a black dress and hair up in a huge clip on the back of her head, though a few strands framing her face.

'She looked gorgeous,' Harry thought, "Sorry.. you look.. wow! Amazing.. sorry, I'll got take a quick shower and get ready, thanks for going with me," Harry rambled.

"Harry, your the one going with me, remember? Paul's not good around muggles, and you offered, thank you again," and she kissed him on the cheek, before surveying the room, broken lager and firewhiskey bottles, a broken chair leg.. "Harry, what happened here... and whew you reek of firewhiskey!"

"Uh.. I guess I got a little carried away is all.. Ron and I uh.. had a shot contest... uh, I won... uh.. I think."

She shook her head, "Go get cleaned up... I'll fix your kitchen."

"No, I'll clean it later."

"Harry get going, we only have an hour."

"I'm going!"

As he left the kitchen he heard her saying the 'reparo' spell... presumably fixing his kitchen chair.

Fifty minutes later, the duo apparated to a reception hall fairly near to Hermione's parents' home. She didn't want to be stuck in a room full of dentists, family members and her parent's friends alone.. Harry's perfect to have as a reason she doesn't have to stay and chat with her Aunt Myrtle for too long.. They entered the hall, Harry in a black suit with a white shirt and a Gryfindor tie.

"Hermione! Harry, how are you?" Her parents greeted them.

"I'm well, Doctor and Doctor Granger," Harry replied as Hermione was hugging her parents.

"Did you accept Hermione's unusual request, Harry?" Inquired the female Doctor Granger.

"Yes of course, how could I refuse my best friend," Harry nodded smiling, though it didn't quite meet his eyes.

"Mum, Dad, you wouldn't believe how shocked Harry was! When I told him and Ron, I don't think he closed his gaping mouth for twenty minutes!"

"Well at least Ron's a good talker, Hermione! He can give the speech, rather then me."

"Harry," she shook her head.

"Congratulations on thirty years, was it?" Harry asked the Doctors' Granger.

"Yes."

"Thank you Harry."

"Now go mingle, your Aunt Myrtle was looking for you dear."

Hermione huffed as she and Harry walked away.

"Hermione dear! You've finally made it! Oh, this must be the fiancé! How lovely to meet you. Your parents said your wedding was soon, does that mean a little one is on the way, oh that'd be so lovely, someone to play with Antony at family gatherings," the older woman said all in one breath.

"Hello Aunt Myrtle, this is not my fiancé. Paul couldn't make it, this is my friend Harry," Harry smiled another fake smile, at the mention of Paul, "I am not expecting and Paul and I have set the date for three months from now."

"Oh dear, so little time to prepare, lovely to meet you Harry," Aunt Myrtle said in a sickly sweet voice, "When will you introduce Paul to the family?"

"Oh, when he and I both aren't busy, so probably just before the wedding."

"Oh dear, are you sure you'll have time to prepare?"

"My parents are helping, Aunt Myrtle, lovely to see you."

"You as well, Hermione dear and lovely to meet you, Harry." Harry smiled another smile that did not meet his eyes.

Harry and Hermione drifted toward the refreshment table, "Do you have a lot of family members named after characters from Shakespeare?"

"Hm, there's Romeo, Antony, Cassius, Brutus, Julius, Juliet.."

"Wait, there's a Brutus and a Cassius?"

"Yes."

"Then how do you explain Aunt Myrtle?"

"She married into the family."

"Oh."

"She's married to my Dad's brother, my Uncle Leo, who's real name is Brutus Leonardo."

"Ah, so now we're getting to Renaissance painters?"

"Yeah and then we have my Dad, Homer, and I have as Uncle Oedipus."

"Greek tragedies.. wait your Dad's name is Homer.. I thought his name was Mike?"

"Yeah, his middle name is Michelangelo."

"Okay, does Paul know about Uncles Brutus, Oedipus and so forth?"

"No, and I'm glad your not freaking out, that's comforting."

"Have you ever watched the cartoon, The Simpsons, Hermione?"

"I have and it's brilliant!"

"Has your Dad seen it?"

"He has and D'oh, he loves it." Harry laughed, "How do you think Paul will react though, Harry?"

"I don't know, and I don't know him well enough to judge," Harry answered shakily.

"If it was you, how would you react?"

Harry gulped, before answering slowly and sincerely, "How could anyone react badly to you?"

Hermione beamed at him with tears in her eyes.

"Especially because it's you, Hermione!" Harry paled.. 'did he reveal too much?'

"Thank you, Harry, that was very," She smiled shyly at him, "comforting."

"Uh.. Do you.. Would you like to dance?"

"But Harry! You never dance!"

"Well, I'm making as exception for you."

She beamed at him as he led her out onto the dance floor.

Watching the scene from across the room stood 'Mike' and Jane Granger, "Homie?"

"Not in public," He grinned mischievously, "Janie!" Jane replied by narrowing her eyes.

"Jane."

"Mike, look at them.. Do you think she's making a mistake?"

"I do Jane, I do. She's overlooking what's right in front of her, not recognizing or seeing that her best friend is stricken with love for her."

"Oh Dear! Do you think he'll ever tell her or will she have to make quite possibly the biggest mistake of her life to see Harry's love?"

"She may or.."

"She's pushed her own love for Harry away because she's given up on him despite his so obvious love for her?"

"True love, that may just be it as well, so many possibilities... but I think our daughter feels obligated now to Paul but also..."

"That her other best friend or Harry himself might just react badly to her admitting her deeply buried and heavily guarded feelings for Harry?"

"Yes, love, yes."

"I think we should hit the dance floor ourselves, what do you say?"

"I agree love."