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VIII

"Why did you have to go and be such a prick to Blaise huh?" Hermione asked Harry while Beth was getting refreshments out of the kitchen.

"Is that what she told you? That I was the one who was bringing everything up and acting immature." Harry said some of his anger flashing.

"No, she actually asked if I could ask you to stop by her place in America tommorow. But if you still feel upset about whatever you two said, then I'll just call her up and tell her that you couldn't make it." Hermione said loftily.

"Somehow I doubt that she said that."

"Okay, don't believe me. That'll probably make her angrier at you. But if you want that, then there's no stopping you. I mean, you could always call her up on her cell phone and check out my story."

"I don't care if she's angy at me.I highly doubt that there is anything between us except for bitterness."

"Harry, you will either go and give her a call or go and see her. I refuse to let you just continue to ignore her!" Heermione said shrilly.

"Why is it that everybody wants me to marry Blaise instead of Beth?" Harry said frustrated.

"Because we know that you still love Blaise, and you wouldn't be doing Beth right by marrying her right away while you still have residing feelings." Remeus said.

"Remeus! When did you get here!" Harry said happily.

"I got here right in time to hear something about cellphones. Harry, you either go and see Blaise or your side of the isle will be nearly empty." Remeus said shaking his head.

"But this is my engagment party! I can't just leave it to travel across the globe to-" Harry said flusered.

"You will do it now Harry." Remeus said threatenigly.

"What's her adress?"

"102 Mapple Drive Charlotte, North Carolina." Hermione chirped happily.

PoP

"So why the hard facade all of the sudden?" Hermione asked.

"I saw her get on the skyplane."

"Oh." Hermione said shocked.

A/N-Thank you

I'm sorry, I accindentally deleted the emails that I got from people who read ths story. However, I remeber responding negetively to one, and I'm sorry, it had nothing to do with you; I was just in a bad mood.

Thank all of you who have read this story.

bye, MK