AN: sorry i've been away so long, I had a little bit of writer's block. it's coming, slower than i'd like, but we'll get there together, wont we? I slipped a quote in from POA ( the movie version) props if you spot it!I would like to thank:MyUsedRomance, alayneni, BDShadothe, sunshake, andsarah for reviewing! you guys rock!

Hermione sighed as she streched lazily in the comfortable bed. She rubed her eyes, and sat up, as she smelled the most wonderful cooking smells wafting to her nose. She tore off her dressing gown, threw on a particularly old pair of jeans (they had been in the closet, where she'd left them when she was 18) and a light pink turtleneck, and rushed down the steps to find Harry in front of the stove; plates loaded with kippers, bacon, and eggs surrounding him as he flipped griddlecakes on the hot iron skillet on the stove.

"Knew you'd wake up when you smelled food. There's a little of Ron in you yet, love!" Harry smiled brightly as he teased her. Hermione scowled, and held out her hand. Harry snapped his fingers and a plate apppeared in her hand, and loaded itself with everything on the breakfast bar. She sat the heavy plate down at the kitchen table, and tucked in.
"What are we to do, today, Harry? There's tons of things I want to go see while i'm here"

Harry flipped the cakes onto a plate, and walked to the kitchen table, his full plate following him. he sat the griddlescakes between them, and looked at his plate thoughtfully.
"Well, Ginny is hopping mad at me...she thinks i'm trying to lock you away, and keep you all to myself. I think maybe you'd better go see Ginny. She wants you to see her dress shop something awaful. I'll admit, she's quite clever, it's amazing what that girl does with such a small space." Harry looked off dreamily, lost in thought.

As Hermone didn't know Harry was thinking about her, she assumed he was dreaming of Ginny, which made her scowl and push her plate away.
"Do I need to get dolled up for this trip? What will you be doing while this is going on"
"There;s some paperwork at the office that I need to tidy up, then i'll be along." Harry smiled brightly once again, and Hermione became slightly suspicious. Harry was never in such a cheery mood. Perhaps he took a cheering charm by mistake last night...no that couldn't be it. She mused to her self as she trudged back to the stairs. She felt a tug on her arm and looked into Harry's face.

"You look dashing, love. you don't need to change. I daresay you'll come back with a new wordrobe, anyway." He smirked, and left her on the stairs, feeling breathless.

Draco paced his study, rubbing his delicate jaw until it was red. He had noticed (even if Hermione hadn't yet) that Potter was not as stupid as he looked.

Hermione had grown into an absouletly wonderful (albeit slightly nagging) woman, and she would be a wonderful wife for any man. Draco felt that he still hadn't made up to her for their school days, but Hermione declared him forgiven when they were 19. He knew Potter might try to get her to stay in London. He just had to think of a way to keep her here.

If only I was the girl here. Draco thought to himself as he sat down and poured a snifter of brandy. I could claim to be pregnant! Oh, the things girls can get away with... he grinned evily as he drank his brandy, and poured another. He snapped his fingers and a house elf appeared. Hermione never saw him, but Draco kept him because, well, somethings a body just couldn't let go of, and a personal slave was Draco's favorite part of being a pureblood.

"I want you to follow someone for me. You know Miss Hermione, don't you plinky?" "Yes Sir, I knows her sir!" squeaked the house elf.
"She's in London. Follow her, and if it loooks like she is going to..well...give some boy the look that she resverves for me-" The house elf cut him, off, something that Draco only tolerated because he knewHermione would beat him black and blue if he didn't.
"You mean where she gets all shy and turns colors, sir? thast look"
"Yes, Plinky." He ground out form between his clenched teeth. "If it looks like she's doing, that I want to be notified at once." "You can count on me sir!" He squeaked again, and disappeared.
"Merlin help me, why don't I just put Goyle on the case and be done with it!" Draco moaned as he slumped in his chair. he threw his glass into the fire. it was too ealry in the day to be drinking anyway, he decided as he walked from the room.

"Hermione! It's been..Days! How good to see you! I see Harry's been giving you your bread and water while he's kept you locked up." GInny laughed as she hugged her friend. they linked arms and left the Leaky Cauldron, heading towards Ginny's shop on Diagon Alley. Hermione gasped as she looked at the beautifully decorated shop. Ginny pulled her inside and immediately let her self- measuring tape measures attack Hermione.

"What's all this rubbish?" Ginny harumphed and put a hand on her hip.
"What's all this rubbish, she says!" Ginny mocked. She ripped a load of bright green material off a rack behind her and held it up to Hermione.
"I'm not sure what he likes, but I AM sure that whatever I put you in, He'll like you anyway." She sighed as she turned to look for different colors.
"Ain't love grand? To put it in muggle terms, anyway." Ginny said as she striaghtened up. hermione threw everything that was floating near her to the floor and looked at Ginny expectantly.
"Well, really! that's no way to treat a friend!" Ginny scolded as she tried her hardest not to laugh.
"Ginny, i'll give you till three to explain what's going on here. I love you, but I WILL hurt you. One." Ginny snickered and turned away.
"Two"
She came back, this time holding up a very soft, dark maroon material. She was humming to herslef, but she only dared test Hermione's resovle so far. As HErmione said three, Ginny held up her hands and said "Alright! You win! You are getting ready for a date tonight"
"Oh NO! Who With? Does Harry know? What if he'll be mad?" Hermione started to chew her fingers. Ginny shook her head in an amused way.
"I expect he knows all about it. So does Ron. Ron told me this morning. You'll be meeting Ron after me. Oh, but he's not your date!" Ginny reassured her after catching the horrified look on Hermione's face. "Relax, I promise you'll have fun. here, I have a D C player, let's listen to some muggle music! there's this band from america little dark, but totally fun to rock out to!" Ginny squealed and ran to the back of the shop. Suddenly, Hermione realized Ginny meant C D as the sounds of an amreican muggle rock band filled the shop.

Ginny locked the door and they proceeded to dance around the shop as Hermione's dress made itself. It was wonderful fun, and Hermione was on cloud nine at the moment.

this night. walk the dead. in a solitary style and crash the cemetery gates.

in the dress your husband hates. way down. mark the grave.

where the searchlight find us drinking by the mausoleum door.

and they found you on the bathroom floor. i miss you so far.

and the collision of your kiss that made it so hard. back home. off the run.

singing songs that make you slit your wrists. it isn't that much fun.

staring down a loaded gun. so i won't stop dying. won't stop lying.

if you want i'll keep on crying. did you get what you deserve? is this what you always want me for? i miss you.

-Cemetery Drive

My Chemical Romance