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Summary: After Hogwarts, Harry becomes a professional Quiddich player and spends his days on the road. Ron and Hermione find a flat together and live happily as roommates. What happens when Harry gets a flat across the hall and reincorporates himself into their lives? H/H of course!! R&R!!
A/N: Hey everyone!! Here is Chapter Two. I actually wrote both of this a while ago, but my document manager was being mean to me and I only just got it fixed. It was really crazy . . . Oh well!! Please R&R!!!
~*~*~ TOGETHER AGAIN ~*~*~
~*~ Enter Harry ~*~
"Can I help you, Sir?" Kitty, the cash register girl at The Coffee Sanctuary said to Ron with a joking twinkle in her eye.
"Yes, can I please have a Extra Large Decaf Iced Hazelnut Latte with Skim Milk and a shot of Vanilla Syrup?" He said, coming up with the most complicated drink he could imagine.
"Fat bloody chance!" Hermione said, emerging from the office/lounge the three employees shared. "What are you doing here?"
"I was going to pick up dinner on the way home, what should I get?"
"Er . . ." Hermione replied, uncharacteristically lost for words. "Oh my God, Ron. I completely forget Harry's favorite food!" Hermione looked downright shocked at herself.
"That's easy, he likes . . . I haven't the slightest clue, Minnie. No, I got it! He loved . . . er . . . chocolate frogs." Ron finished lamely.
"Yeah, great meal that would make, Ron."
"Make Shepard's Pie or some such thing. All men like that." Kitty suggested.
"That's a good idea." Hermione agreed. "Can you make Shepard's Pie, Ron?" Ron laughed.
"Toast, bacon and pasta, Minnie. Everything else is far out of my league."
"I could probably tr - " Hermione started.
"NO!" Ron, Kitty and Jessica cried at once. Her most recent attempt at "brownies" (they had decided that her concoction was far to horrible to call brownies without air quotes) still left an impression on their minds.
"Well, if that's how you feel you'll have to figure it out by yourself." Hermione said, walking back into the office in a mock huff (actually, she was relieved to have a reason to leave Ron with the responsibility of dinner). Ron, Jessica and Kitty all laughed.
"I'd better get to the market, then." Ron said with a smile, and he went.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Harry, we were all thinking about heading to the Pub after practice, are you in?" William, one of England's Beaters, asked.
"Sounds like fun, but I can't. I'm meeting up with some school friends for dinner." Harry responded.
"Another time, then. I've got to meet John and review the new game plan. See you later, Mate."
"Bye, Will." Harry said to his friends retreating back. It had been a while since he had spent any time with either Ron or Hermione, and he had to confess he was almost wishing he could go out with his team instead. Harry was worried that with all the time he had let lapse before seeing them, Ron and Hermione had changed into people very different from those he had known and loved at school. Also, although Harry couldn't quite put his finger on why, the thought of the two of them living and spending all their time together made a knot form in his stomach. He tried to convince himself it was just that he missed them, but it felt like more . . .
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"HARRY!!" Hermione cried, jumping on Harry the second he opened the door. "Harry, how are you? We've missed you so much!"
"Hermione, it's great to - " But the rest of his words were muffled in Hermione's nearly suffocating embrace. Ron chuckled from the doorway.
"Let him breathe, Minnie!" He joked. Hermione eased off a touch, giving Ron a chance to greet his friend. "How've you been mate?" Ron asked as he drew Harry into a back-slapping-man hug.
"Well, come in, then!" Hermione said, pushing Ron aside to give Harry room to get through the door.
"Thanks, luv." Ron said sarcastically.
"Don't mention it, Ronnikins." Hermione retorted.
"So what have you two been doing lately? Great Merlin, this apartment is amazing!" Harry added, distracted from his original question.
"Thanks, Harry! Jake helped us get a great deal on it; it used to belong to a good friend of his. His friend moved and, voila, we got ourselves an apartment." Hermione answered.
"Who's Jake?"
"Oh, sorry, Harry. Jake is Ron's boss; He's great, we both love him to pieces."
"You know, platonically." Ron added in a would-be serious tone.
"Ah, thanks for that, mate. And me, picturing a torrid three-way affair." Harry laughed. It felt good to be with his two best friends again, even though it hurt that they had grown so close without him. He supposed that was his fault; after all, he was the one who left. He was relived, however, to find that there was no evidence they had become emotionally involved.
He couldn't quite say when he began to feel this way, or even when he realized what he was feeling; But Harry had finally discovered why his heart ached every time he thought of Hermione. He had feelings for her . . . romantic ones. He only hoped it wasn't too late, that his disappearance to play Quiddich hadn't ruined their chances for a relationship.
"Harry, mate, I've got to ask you something." Ron said. "What on earth was that pathetic show you lot put on against Romania last week? You lost me 10 Galleons!!" Ron hit his shoulder jokingly.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Our Keeper was down with the flu and the replacement is no match for the Bulgarian Chasers." Harry responded.
"Don't worry, Harry. I did the calculations, as long as you beat Ireland and Turkey by at least 75 points each and Turkey beats Romania by 100 you should still be able to win." Hermione gestured to a chart of Quiddich teams on the wall. "Assuming that France doesn't beat Bulgaria, of course." Hermione added as an afterthought.
"Of course." Ron agreed sarcastically.
"Wow, Hermione!" Harry said, walking over to the Quiddich charts. He noted that there were a number open notepads with calculations on the table beneath the charts, tallying England's chances at the cup and how it would be possible to win. "You certainly keep up with Quiddich."
"What? Did you think we'd forgotten you, mate?" Ron asked.
"We've never missed a game!" Hermione added. "Don't look so shocked, Harry. I'm sure you'd do the same. Who's ready for dinner?"
"Dear God, don't tell me Hermione cooked!! Ron? Tell me you wouldn't do that to me!" Harry said in mock horror.
"Oh that's bloody funny, that is. My food's not that bad." Hermione retorted, shooting Harry a look. They ignored her.
"I took out. Shepard's Pie, Harry?"
"Sound's great! I'm starved." Harry and Ron moved to the table.
"Don't ignore me! Would you eat my cooking if it was the last food on earth?" Hermione asked as they were sitting down.
"No." They both said at once.
"What if you had to choose between my cooking and death?"
"Death."
"Torture?"
"Yeah, that's what I would call your cooking." Harry said.
"Humph. Fine, then." Hermione pouted.
The three best friends talked animatedly throughout dinner, and then late into the night. They talked about Quiddich, coffee, travel, old friends, worst dates, that funny story from work and everything else under the sun. By the time that Hermione fell asleep on Harry's shoulder in the middle of a story about someone accidentally taking the wrong Portkey and arriving underwater, it was like no time had ever passed. Everyone's favorite foods were remembered and all thoughts of relaxing with the team at the Pub were lost. They were the unstoppable trio once again.
A/N: I hope everyone liked that!! Please review!! Pretty please with sprinkles and a cherry!! I know none of you can resist cherries, so review!!!
Summary: After Hogwarts, Harry becomes a professional Quiddich player and spends his days on the road. Ron and Hermione find a flat together and live happily as roommates. What happens when Harry gets a flat across the hall and reincorporates himself into their lives? H/H of course!! R&R!!
A/N: Hey everyone!! Here is Chapter Two. I actually wrote both of this a while ago, but my document manager was being mean to me and I only just got it fixed. It was really crazy . . . Oh well!! Please R&R!!!
~*~*~ TOGETHER AGAIN ~*~*~
~*~ Enter Harry ~*~
"Can I help you, Sir?" Kitty, the cash register girl at The Coffee Sanctuary said to Ron with a joking twinkle in her eye.
"Yes, can I please have a Extra Large Decaf Iced Hazelnut Latte with Skim Milk and a shot of Vanilla Syrup?" He said, coming up with the most complicated drink he could imagine.
"Fat bloody chance!" Hermione said, emerging from the office/lounge the three employees shared. "What are you doing here?"
"I was going to pick up dinner on the way home, what should I get?"
"Er . . ." Hermione replied, uncharacteristically lost for words. "Oh my God, Ron. I completely forget Harry's favorite food!" Hermione looked downright shocked at herself.
"That's easy, he likes . . . I haven't the slightest clue, Minnie. No, I got it! He loved . . . er . . . chocolate frogs." Ron finished lamely.
"Yeah, great meal that would make, Ron."
"Make Shepard's Pie or some such thing. All men like that." Kitty suggested.
"That's a good idea." Hermione agreed. "Can you make Shepard's Pie, Ron?" Ron laughed.
"Toast, bacon and pasta, Minnie. Everything else is far out of my league."
"I could probably tr - " Hermione started.
"NO!" Ron, Kitty and Jessica cried at once. Her most recent attempt at "brownies" (they had decided that her concoction was far to horrible to call brownies without air quotes) still left an impression on their minds.
"Well, if that's how you feel you'll have to figure it out by yourself." Hermione said, walking back into the office in a mock huff (actually, she was relieved to have a reason to leave Ron with the responsibility of dinner). Ron, Jessica and Kitty all laughed.
"I'd better get to the market, then." Ron said with a smile, and he went.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Harry, we were all thinking about heading to the Pub after practice, are you in?" William, one of England's Beaters, asked.
"Sounds like fun, but I can't. I'm meeting up with some school friends for dinner." Harry responded.
"Another time, then. I've got to meet John and review the new game plan. See you later, Mate."
"Bye, Will." Harry said to his friends retreating back. It had been a while since he had spent any time with either Ron or Hermione, and he had to confess he was almost wishing he could go out with his team instead. Harry was worried that with all the time he had let lapse before seeing them, Ron and Hermione had changed into people very different from those he had known and loved at school. Also, although Harry couldn't quite put his finger on why, the thought of the two of them living and spending all their time together made a knot form in his stomach. He tried to convince himself it was just that he missed them, but it felt like more . . .
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"HARRY!!" Hermione cried, jumping on Harry the second he opened the door. "Harry, how are you? We've missed you so much!"
"Hermione, it's great to - " But the rest of his words were muffled in Hermione's nearly suffocating embrace. Ron chuckled from the doorway.
"Let him breathe, Minnie!" He joked. Hermione eased off a touch, giving Ron a chance to greet his friend. "How've you been mate?" Ron asked as he drew Harry into a back-slapping-man hug.
"Well, come in, then!" Hermione said, pushing Ron aside to give Harry room to get through the door.
"Thanks, luv." Ron said sarcastically.
"Don't mention it, Ronnikins." Hermione retorted.
"So what have you two been doing lately? Great Merlin, this apartment is amazing!" Harry added, distracted from his original question.
"Thanks, Harry! Jake helped us get a great deal on it; it used to belong to a good friend of his. His friend moved and, voila, we got ourselves an apartment." Hermione answered.
"Who's Jake?"
"Oh, sorry, Harry. Jake is Ron's boss; He's great, we both love him to pieces."
"You know, platonically." Ron added in a would-be serious tone.
"Ah, thanks for that, mate. And me, picturing a torrid three-way affair." Harry laughed. It felt good to be with his two best friends again, even though it hurt that they had grown so close without him. He supposed that was his fault; after all, he was the one who left. He was relived, however, to find that there was no evidence they had become emotionally involved.
He couldn't quite say when he began to feel this way, or even when he realized what he was feeling; But Harry had finally discovered why his heart ached every time he thought of Hermione. He had feelings for her . . . romantic ones. He only hoped it wasn't too late, that his disappearance to play Quiddich hadn't ruined their chances for a relationship.
"Harry, mate, I've got to ask you something." Ron said. "What on earth was that pathetic show you lot put on against Romania last week? You lost me 10 Galleons!!" Ron hit his shoulder jokingly.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Our Keeper was down with the flu and the replacement is no match for the Bulgarian Chasers." Harry responded.
"Don't worry, Harry. I did the calculations, as long as you beat Ireland and Turkey by at least 75 points each and Turkey beats Romania by 100 you should still be able to win." Hermione gestured to a chart of Quiddich teams on the wall. "Assuming that France doesn't beat Bulgaria, of course." Hermione added as an afterthought.
"Of course." Ron agreed sarcastically.
"Wow, Hermione!" Harry said, walking over to the Quiddich charts. He noted that there were a number open notepads with calculations on the table beneath the charts, tallying England's chances at the cup and how it would be possible to win. "You certainly keep up with Quiddich."
"What? Did you think we'd forgotten you, mate?" Ron asked.
"We've never missed a game!" Hermione added. "Don't look so shocked, Harry. I'm sure you'd do the same. Who's ready for dinner?"
"Dear God, don't tell me Hermione cooked!! Ron? Tell me you wouldn't do that to me!" Harry said in mock horror.
"Oh that's bloody funny, that is. My food's not that bad." Hermione retorted, shooting Harry a look. They ignored her.
"I took out. Shepard's Pie, Harry?"
"Sound's great! I'm starved." Harry and Ron moved to the table.
"Don't ignore me! Would you eat my cooking if it was the last food on earth?" Hermione asked as they were sitting down.
"No." They both said at once.
"What if you had to choose between my cooking and death?"
"Death."
"Torture?"
"Yeah, that's what I would call your cooking." Harry said.
"Humph. Fine, then." Hermione pouted.
The three best friends talked animatedly throughout dinner, and then late into the night. They talked about Quiddich, coffee, travel, old friends, worst dates, that funny story from work and everything else under the sun. By the time that Hermione fell asleep on Harry's shoulder in the middle of a story about someone accidentally taking the wrong Portkey and arriving underwater, it was like no time had ever passed. Everyone's favorite foods were remembered and all thoughts of relaxing with the team at the Pub were lost. They were the unstoppable trio once again.
A/N: I hope everyone liked that!! Please review!! Pretty please with sprinkles and a cherry!! I know none of you can resist cherries, so review!!!