A/N: I just realised that the story looks really confusing. It doesn't end up with double spaces and with italics!
Supafrog: point noted. You are right, it does sound like that. If I become less lazy than I am, I will edit it.
Swimchick1614: I am planning to have one of those moments somewhere in the story.
Bobby: Thankyou very much!
I keep forgetting the Disclaimer!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K.R. does.
In an apartment
Draco and Ginny sat drinking coffee in the lounge of Draco's apartment.
"I still don't know why you didn't want to stay at your manor. This apartment arrangement doesn't suit you. You suit the high-class places," Ginny commented while sipping at her drink.
"Ginny darling, you know that I couldn't stand living in a place where my father once resided in. I hate to even think of him. I hope he turns over in his grave," Draco stared darkly over his mug.
"So, when am I going to move into this penthouse of yours, hmm?"
"Well dearest darling, it just needs a move on your part. I'm not the one who is stopping you!"
"Whatever you say. When is that brother of mine coming? He and Luna should have been here ages ten minutes ago!"
"Well you know your brother, always late for everything. He was even late for the Slytherin versus Gryffindor Quidditch match. Remember? Madam Hooch nearly threw a fit when the match started ten minutes late."
"Ha! I remember that one! Remember when…"
Ginny could not finish her sentence because the buzzing of a bell cut her off.
"That would be him, I suppose," Draco said while walking over to the door to admit Ron and Luna.
Ron slouched in with Luna behind him carrying a cake.
"I thought you might have wanted to eat some pecan pie while we discuss our diabolic plans for Harry and Hermione," Luna said in her dreamy voice.
"Luna! It is not diabolic! It is merely creative. We are of course trying to help them because they are too thick headed to see they are too perfect for each other. I mean really, Hermione was the smartest witch in our year, you would think she would be able to figure out that the love of her life lives in the same apartment as her," Draco let out a sigh. "We had better get going about the planning."
"Luna and I got together yesterday and we discussed some ideas for Harry. How about you and Ron?" Ginny said.
"Well Ron and I decided to put in a lot of mushy stuff. You know, the stuff that you girls love. For example, 'I love the colour of your eyes, they are like the best shade of brown!'" Draco and Ron laughed.
"Draco! Girls do not like mushy stuff, and by the way, I wouldn't exactly say that comment was mushy," Ginny huffed.
Luna got up and went over to the kitchen. She got out four plates and proceeded to cut the cake that she had bought. "Anyone for fruit cake? These plans are making me unbelievably hungry."
The three stared at Luna then made a sudden rush over to the kitchen bench.
In a PorscheHarry drove home from Diagon Alley. He had found that one of his dress robes had been moth eaten and so decided to buy a new one. He was in need of a robe for the up-coming Ministry dinner. He started to think.
'Hermione. Hermione. Why is it that I always seem to think of her? It's not like I am in love with her.'
Then a small voice inside Harry's head whispered to him, 'who says? You know you have always liked her. Why do you deny something that is true?'
'No, no! I don't love her! I never have! Even if I did, she wouldn't ever return the same love, would she? She probably loves someone else like Krum. God knows what she sends to that git! Why would I do something as pointless such as loving her?' Harry thought furiously.
'You tell me," The voice whispered.
"Just leave me alone!" Harry shouted. He blinked. He was talking to himself. He really did need to calm down. The famous golden arches past him.
"McDonalds! I need a coffee!" He stopped the car and reversed. Luckily for him, there was no traffic.
He parked the car, got out and walked into the restaurant. (a/n: McDonalds isn't a restaurant is it? Oh well…) He went up to the counter and ordered a straight black coffee. A familiar voice filtered into Harry's ears.
"Harry! Come over here! I got to talk to you," Dean Thomas motioned to Harry. Harry walked over to the table where Dean was seated.
"I was going to owl and tell you when the get-together is going to be. How does next Monday sound?" Dean said in a low voice, conscious that there were muggles seated near them. (a/n: I forgot to add that it Wednesday)
"Sounds good. I'll tell Ron and Hermione. Look, I had better go; I got to check something at home that is really urgent. I'll see you then on Monday. You're going to Romania for your assignment, aren't you?" Harry got up from his seat.
"Yeah. Okay, I'll see you then on next Monday. Bye." Dean waved.
Harry got into his Porsche and made his way home to the apartment.
Meanwhile…Hermione sat on the couch in the living room. Since both Harry and Ron were out, she had all the privacy she needed to write in her diary. She usually had to write in her room in case one of the boys crept up on her and read her diary. She wouldn't be able to imagine what it would be like if one of them read her thoughts. It wouldn't be so bad if Ron did but if Harry did, their friendship may as well be over. She flicked back to some of her earlier entries.
Dear Diary,
I have a problem, a big problem in fact. I love someone very deeply. I would do anything to have him. Anything! The problem is, does he love me? Already, I know the answer to that. I know that there is almost no chance that he would love me back. It's not like he would notice a bookworm like me. He probably likes some other girl. I think I will have to resign myself to the fact that he doesn't love me, and he never will. It takes a lot to say that. It hurts me but it is the truth. I will have to watch him marry the love of his life. I think I need to stop writing in case I become to depressed.
From Hermione
Hermione looked up from her diary and sighed. Her eyes fell on a picture that had been taken in their seventh year. She and Harry were hugging each other and Harry placed a kiss on her cheek. She had blushed and playfully hit Harry they started a mock fight that ended in Harry enveloping her in a bear hug. She sighed. If only she and her love could be like that now.
A/N: Right what do you think of it? Come on, you know you want to review or flame me…