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Harry stood out the front of the small building, his entire life in the small trunk next to him. He took his glasses off and wiped them. Sighing he lifted the trunk and made his way into he building that was unseen by muggles.
Inside the building seemed a lot larger, and was covered in white, white paint, white tiles, white lights, all except for the silver writing above the main desk. AMERICAN FLOO, Harry read the silver letters and looked down at his trunk. it wasn't like he had anything to stay in California for, he had no friends and he hated his job. If he returned to London he'd have, at least he hoped he'd have Rona and Hermione and everyone, maybe he could even get a job in Hogsmeade somewhere.
Finally he moved toward the main desk. A blonde woman with perfect white teeth, in an uncreased white uniform looked at him, indicating that she would soon be with him.
"Good morning American floo…yes we are under going maintaince….I'll just put you through to customer service…thank you, have a good day," She looked at Harry, as he realised she was using the new magical earpieces, invented just by American floo which allowed you to contact the company directly if you fireplace is malfunctioning.
"Good morning sir, how can I help you," She smiled at him, her americium accent dripping in fake politeness.
"Then international gates?" Harry asked, giving her a tight smile back.
"Through the third door on the left," She replied as a beeping went off, indicating a new 'caller'.
Harry walked toward the door, a surge of excitement suddenly passing through his body. He was going home, he hadn't felt this happy since Sirius said he could move out of the Dursely's and in with him.
He put his hand on the silver knob and pushed the white door back, to reveal a room with quite a few people bustling about in it. About twenty fireplaces lined each wall, one side were leaving, the other were arriving. To his left Harry spotted a large Frenchman arguing with a man in a white uniform. To his right he saw a set of parents trying to keep there three children together.
He made his way toward the desk, where another blonde woman greeted him with perfectly white teeth in a white uniform.
"Good morning, how can I help you?" She smiled at him again, although Harry was unsure if she was genuinely being polite or just faking it like the last woman.
"Hello, I'm Harry Potter, I'm going to London," He Said and grinned at he woman.
Hermione sat at the breakfast table, listening to Ginny talk about her lunch with Ron from the previous day, when there was a knock on the door.
"Blaise," she greeted her boyfriend as she opened the door, and let him in.
"Whoa, Zabini, nice suit," Ginny said from the kitchen.
"Thanks Weasley," Blaise replied.
Hermione looked at him closely, and she had to admit he looked gorgeous. The black pinstripe suit, fit his frame perfectly, and the deep blue shirt and matching tie complemented his eyes with looking over the top, while his hair gave him the rugged sex appeal as if he'd just stepped out of bed.
"You ready love?" Blaise asked, kissing her on the cheek, "You look beautiful,"
Hermione didn't feel beautiful. Sure she was wearing a glamorous dress, for her glamorous photo shoot with her boyfriend who was dubbed to be the next prime minister, but she was just kidding herself, one day he would realise there were prettier girls out here and leave Hermione alone. I mean why else weren't they engaged yet, they had been seeing each other longer than Draco and Ginny had been, try five years.
"I'll see you later Gin," Hermione called as Blaise held the door open for her.
"So, I told you it was my cousin who was doing the shoot today, she's looking forward to meeting you," Blaise talked as they sat in the ministry car, although Hermione barely listened.
"Yeah," She replied, watching the other cars pass them by.
"Are you excited?" Blaise asked as the car pulled up.
"It's just a photo shoot Blaise," Hermione said as she climbed out.
He grinned at her.
"I didn't mean the photo shoot, I meant Ginny and Draco's wedding, I remember how you were at Lavenders wedding and since Gin is your best buddy I figured you'd be over the moon," Blaise stopped as he watched her face stayed blank.
"I guess," She finally replied, giving him the best smile she could.
Ginny stepped out of the Malfoy fireplace, still in her pyjamas and dressing gown.
"Draco," she called, but got no reply. Suddenly she heard voices come from the kitchen.
"Draco? What are you doing?" she asked from the doorway, watching as her husband tried to pick up a cracked egg off the floor, "You know your always welcome at my place for breakfast."
"Yeah, but it hough I'd learn how to cook, co I could make you breakfast in bed to surprise you after we get married," He stopped, realising what he just told her, "I mean, okay that was the truth."
"You wanted to surprise me?" Ginny asked sweetly wrapping her arms around his waist as he washed the yolk off his hands.
"Maybe," He responded. She kissed his neck, before moving to his jaw line, then finally his lips, sliding her tongue against his.
"Master Malfoy," the voice of Rother, the house elf came, "Master Malfoy, your mother is here, she's waiting for you in the lounge."
The two lovers broke apart.
"Okay Rother," Ginny responded, "Do you want me to go see her, or do you want me to make tea?"
"I'll make the tea," Draco replied, pushing his fiancé out of the kitchen.
Grinning Ginny made her way into the lounge.
"Good morning Narcissa," She said happily.
"Oh, Good morning dear, where's Draco?" Narcissa asked, as much as she loved her son and Ginny, it was still a bit of a shock to her that they fell in love.
"Oh, he's just making tea," Ginny giggled as she sat down.
Hermione and Blaise entered his office, to find it completely transformed, with two girls the same age as them sitting at Blaise's desk.
"Emma," Blaise said as they came in, taking Hermione's hand, "This is Hermione, Hermione, this is my cousin Emma," he introduced them.
Hermione took the girl in, he hair wasn't as dark as Blaise's and it was dead straight, but her eyes were the exact resemblance.
"It's great to finally meet you, Blaise had told me wonderful things about," she said, her Australian accent catching Hermione off guard.
"But your Australian," she blurted out and Emma grinned at her.
"Yeah, I lived there for seven years, until about five months ago, that's why we haven't met earlier, Blaise convinced me I'd be better off back here," She laughed, "Blaise, you remember Sarah? She's helping me out today cos Brian called in sick"
"Sarah? As in little Sarah Jones, haven't seen you since before Emma left for Australia," Blaise hugged the blonde woman.
"I'm not so little anymore Blaise, I mean we are the same age," She said as the pulled away from each other.
"Okay, time to get to business," Emma said, breaking the little party up, for which Hermione was glad for. "I thought muggle photos would be more dramatic, so Blaise if you sit in the chair and the Hermione if you sit on his lap, then kind of drape your legs over the arm rest, perfect" snap, "Okay, now Blaise, tickle Hermione," Snap….
Harry waited in line as the person in front of him finally stepped into the fireplace, the green flames swallowing him up as soon as he said his destination.
"Okay, nest" a voice called.
Harry gulped and took a step forward; he still hadn't decided where his destination was going to be. He stepped into the fireplace, the green flames licking at his legs. He took a deep breath and said the first place he could think of.
"THE BURROW." The green flames swallowed him up and Harry felt the dizziness from spinning past all the fireplaces.
Finally the spinning stopped and Harry put his hand against the side of the fireplace to steady himself, taking a another deep breathe he braced himself for what he had just put himself into. He stepped out of the fireplace, half expecting Mrs. Weasley to be there with a little broom, brushing the soot off him.
"Harry?" a voice came from his side, he turned around and looked up. The person dropped the glass they were holding.
"Fred, mum's going to have a fit when she finds out – Harry?" Ron stopped as he came into he room behind his brother.
"Ron, Fred," Harry began and he took a step toward them.
"It really is you," Ron said, stepping forward hugging his best friends.
"Yeah," Harry replied faintly, who else did they expect him to be.
"Where have you been man? I mean four years. Four Years. Not much has changed, Ginny's getting married though, to Malfoy, you were right, he's an actually a good guy. Wow, your really back, are you staying?" Ron rushed, Fred still in a state of shock.
A/N: Ok there's chapter 2…hope you enjoyed it…sorry it isn't longer, but if you want me to continue the story I'll probably make longer chapters but I'm goin away tomorrow so I wrote this quickly before my mum yelled at me to finish packing…also I should probably point it out here this more than likely will not be a Harry/Hermione, Harry/Ginny or Ron/Hermione story (I'm just not into those pairings unless it's the right story and I don't think I could write them anyway)…. anyway REVIEW