They appeared in the entryhall of the huge house, and as they stepped into the kitchen they heard a high pitched squealing behind them.
Wands raised, they turned around to find a tall indian girl with faded make up, and rumpled long dark hair in a quidditch jersey, socks, and a mug of tea with a generous shot of Ogden's Olde Firewhisky in it was running into the kitchen. Harry yelled in frustration at the girl.
"Parvati! What the bloody hell are you still doing here? Why are you wearing one of my jerseys?" Parvati Looked Hermione up and down with a sneer, and replied
"Well, Well, Well. If it isn't little miss perfect. I knew i'd be seeing you, but not quite so soon. I expect you've decided to dump poor Draco so you can steal my boyfriend." She dumped her nearly empty mug of tea on the floor and stode up to hermione until she was spitting in her face, her shouting was so loud.
"It's not enough to graduate at the top of our class, and have every handsome wizard in America pining after you and your little bookworm self! You have to go after the ones that are taken! Don't think I don't know your game, Hermione Granger! I'm onto you! I know for a fact that when Draco moved away, he was smitten with Padma. The bloke was crazy about her! He's gone for a month and a half, and all the sudden it's 'Padma...I think that we're too young to be dating seriously. Maybe we should see what's out there. Then, another two months later you're at a ball, hanging all over his arm, you bloody whore!" Parvati screamed at the top of her lungs.
Hermine could smell the fire whisky on her breath, and knew she was drunk, and probably didn't mean most of what she said. She also knew her own anger at this point could not be controlled, and she slapped Parvati across the face with all the fury that welled up inside her small body. Parvati fell to the ground, and Hermione leaned over her and hissed
"Don't you dare speak to me in that manner. I'm no whore. I'm not parading at my ex-bloody boyfriend's house in a stolen shirt and some tiny knickers! Draco is twenty two for merlin's sake. He's letting his hormores lead him around by his little wizard. If you think for one minute that I did anything to provoke him, well, you aren't the Parvati that lived with me at Hogwarts for seven sodding years. Think long and hard about the endeavors youve just attriubted me to...and then think about what rubbish that sounds like, even to you." With that, she straightened, and walked stiffy out of the house. Harry gave parvati a hand up, and murmured to her quietly.
"Parvati, if any of your things still reside here, i'll floo them to you. You need to leave before Hermione comes back. You've just insulted my best friend and there's nothing you can say that will make me forgive you. Goodbye, Parvati." And he dashed out of the house to see Hermione walking down the street. He jogged up to meet her, then slowed down to match her pace as he came up to her.
"Well, that was unexpected, huh? Remind me not to make you angry. That left hand of yours is bloody brilliant, you really know how to knock some sense into a person." When that got no response, he tried again
"Do you take lessons? I think it'd be good for me to know how to defend myself if I had to walk home alone at night...can you teach me?" Hermione glared at him coldly.
"I just smacked your girlfriend round the face and you're out here comforting me? Harry Potter, have you lost your bloody mind"
"Ex-girlfriend. You said so yourself. I've been done with her for almost a week now. she's drunk and confused, she hasn't been dumped very often, you know." Hermione snorted and crossed her arms over her chest.
"I forgot to unconnect her floo to mine, and I guess she thought ..well..I guess she wanted to "
"She wanted to shag her way back into your life. Don't worry, I won't stop you. I'm sure there's room at Ron's flat, seeing as how you've lost my reservation at the Leaky Couldron." She continued to march, nose in the air, looking as grim as she did in second year when she woke up from her petrified state and realized she had no time to study for the final exams. Harry slowly grinned, ans gently grabbed her shoulders to stop her.
"I hate to break it to you, love, but you don't know where Ron's flat is...at least the muggle way you don't. You'd need to floo, and the closest floo connection is at my house. So, please, walk me back to the house, and i'll be nice and let you use my floo." Hermione grimaced, made an abrupt one- eigthy, and marched back to Harry's. It materialized in front of her, and she opened the door. Parvati's drunken, angry countenace was nowhere to be found. Harry let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. Hermione marched straight to the den, where Harry's floo was located, and made for the pot of floo powder, but Harry wasn't a quidditch player for nothing.
"Acco!" He cried and the little pot zoomed right past Hermione's fingers and into Harry's waiting hands. Hermione looked at him and noticed that his wand was still on the counter, untouched.
"Come on, Mione! At least let me cook dinner like I promised before dashing off into the night to complain to Ron!" Harry smiled crookedly at her. Having no other option, she sighed, harrumphed and sashayed into the kitchen, Harry following her.
"Merlin help you this better be one fantastic meal, Mr. Potter." She sat in the window seat at near the kitchen door and crossed her arms again. Harry smiled and rushed into his pantry.