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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: Here is Chapter Three!!! I hope everyone likes it so far. This is when the romance starts to show up, so stay tuned!!! And, as always: please R&R!!!
~*~*~ TOGETHER AGAIN ~*~*~
~*~ The Party ~*~
"Good morning, Sunshine!" Hermione was greeted by Harry, cheerily flipping pancakes, at around 9:00 the next morning.
"How are so bloody cheerful first thing in the morning?" Hermione grumbled in response, heading automatically for the pot of fresh made coffee. She poured a cup and took a long sip. "Now that's better."
"Still a morning person I see, Mione." Harry chuckled.
"Did you make this?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, why?"
"It's amazing! What did you do to it?" Hermione looked shocked; despite owning a coffee shop, she had never tasted coffee this good.
"Some kind of chili powder from the Amazon or something. The team got tons of it as a gift from the Brazil team." Harry answered.
"Why'd Brazil give you a gift?"
"They were more than pleased when we slaughtered Monaco a few weeks back." The two friends smiled.
"Poor Monaco, the tiny little country never stood a shot." Hermione joked.
"Well, they beat Brazil easily enough. We gave them a second chance at the cup." Harry looked proud about his generosity.
"Yeah," Hermione said sarcastically. "You gave them a nice chance before pulverizing them." They both laughed.
"Well, they had a shot for a while, anyway." Harry responded, handing her a plate of steaming pancakes.
"These look bloody amazing, Harry! First the coffee, now this - we'll be hiring you as a chef any day now!" Hermione dug in happily.
"Sorry, I've already got a job."
"Where did you learn to cook? You used be about as good at it as I am." Harry grinned.
"I doubt it, luv. You've got to work to be that bad." Hermione shot him a look. "I learned it from Kevin." Harry added, referring to one of England's Chasers. Harry and Hermione talked for a while longer, until Ron's door burst opened.
"Cor, something smells good!" Ron said, emerging sleepily from his bedroom. "Did you sleep alright on the couch, mate?"
"Yeah, it was great, thanks. Pancakes?"
"Have the coffee too!! It has exotic chili powder deep from the Amazon." Hermione added the last part in her husky voice, causing Ron and Harry to bust into laughter.
"Coming on to the coffee, Minnie?" Ron asked, pouring himself a cup. He took a sip. "Bloody hell, that's good!! From the Amazon, you say? Let's go on a trip!! I've got free portkeys!!" Ron looked at his best friends eagerly.
"Sorry mate, I've got work." Harry answered.
"Me too. Sounds fun, though! Besides, we already have the powder; why go?" Hermione added.
"That's besides the point. Anyway, by work you mean riding a broomstick and drinking loads of coffee, respectively. Wow, hate to miss that!!" Ron joked. "Dear god, what if . . . dare I say it? They run out of Sweet and Low while you're away? You're right. It is imperative that you stay here." Ron tried to keep a serious tone, but he and Harry ended up laughing nonetheless.
"Very funny." Hermione said. "You know perfectly well that we don't use Sweet and Low."
"That's the part she objects to." Ron said aside to Harry, causing him to grin.
"And I have more to do than ride a broomstick." Harry retorted.
"Yeah, you try to catch a tiny ball too. Talk about multi-tasking." Hermione joked.
"Yeah, you still serve coffee, luv." Harry said, as if that settled the point.
"I do more than - OH! Harry did we forget to tell you about the party tonight?" Hermione remembered suddenly.
"No, but let me guess. Is there a party tonight?" Harry asked.
"Yes there is, smart ass, for you. A welcome to town type of thing." Hermione explained.
"Sounds charming. It'll be nice to meet a few of your friends." Ron and Hermione exchanged a look.
"A few? Harry, Minnie and I don't ever invite "a few" people over."
"Er . . . a few dozen?" Harry suggested. Ron and Hermione laughed again.
"Just you wait." Hermione said knowingly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Great Merlin! You two can't possibly know all these people!" Harry shouted over the blasting music that evening. Since breakfast that morning, Ron and Hermione's flat had been completely transformed - literally. Hermione had learned a useful little spell soon after they graduated that could transform their flat into one gigantic room with a dance floor and bar. Even though it was a large apartment, it was full to bursting with all people.
"Sure we do!" Hermione shouted, scanning the room. "No, actually, I don't know that chap over there. Hang on a sec." Hermione made her way over the man she had pointed out and introduced herself. Harry watched them talk for a moment; Hermione was laughing at something the man said. For some reason, Harry had the sudden urge to run over and grab Hermione back.
"Are all your parties like this, mate?" Harry asked Ron distractedly, watching Hermione all the while.
"Yeah, but I bet you party a lot like this with the team." Ron answered.
"Uh huh." Harry said, not having heard Ron. Hermione and the man had started dancing together and they were far to close for Harry's comfort.
"Is she . . . I mean . . . Hermione certainly has opened up since school." Harry finished lamely.
"If I'm not mistaken, mate, I think you're jealous!" Ron shouted.
"Shut up! She'll hear you!" Harry checked, but Hermione hadn't so much as turned in their direction.
"Bloody hell, Harry! You like her? Really?" Ron looked stunned. Harry shuffled uncomfortably for a moment before gazing longingly at Hermione on the dance floor.
"I don't like him, that chap over there. He's too . . ." Harry couldn't come up with a word that made him seem horrible for Hermione.
"Dancing with Hermione? Although I don't think that's an adjective." Ron said, mentally trying to figure out if it was.
"Yeah, that." Harry agreed. He looked at Hermione for another moment. "Oh sod it, I'm cutting in." Harry said, leaving Ron to mingle with the other guests.
"Hey Harry!" Hermione called as she saw Harry crossing the dance floor. She said something into her partner's ear and left him to go over to Harry. "Are you having fun?" She asked with a huge smile on her face.
"Yeah; you seem to be also." Harry gestured to the man she had been dancing with.
"Oh, you mean Hank? He's alright, but he's . . ." She lowered her voice so only Harry could hear, "the most insufferably boring person I've ever met!" Harry smiled widely and Hermione grinned back.
"What?"
"Nothing, luv. Let's dance." And so they did.
A/N: I hope you liked it!! Please review!! I'll be your best friend if you do!!! I promise there will be some developments in the H/H relationship (good or bad?) next chapter.
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: Here is Chapter Three!!! I hope everyone likes it so far. This is when the romance starts to show up, so stay tuned!!! And, as always: please R&R!!!
~*~*~ TOGETHER AGAIN ~*~*~
~*~ The Party ~*~
"Good morning, Sunshine!" Hermione was greeted by Harry, cheerily flipping pancakes, at around 9:00 the next morning.
"How are so bloody cheerful first thing in the morning?" Hermione grumbled in response, heading automatically for the pot of fresh made coffee. She poured a cup and took a long sip. "Now that's better."
"Still a morning person I see, Mione." Harry chuckled.
"Did you make this?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, why?"
"It's amazing! What did you do to it?" Hermione looked shocked; despite owning a coffee shop, she had never tasted coffee this good.
"Some kind of chili powder from the Amazon or something. The team got tons of it as a gift from the Brazil team." Harry answered.
"Why'd Brazil give you a gift?"
"They were more than pleased when we slaughtered Monaco a few weeks back." The two friends smiled.
"Poor Monaco, the tiny little country never stood a shot." Hermione joked.
"Well, they beat Brazil easily enough. We gave them a second chance at the cup." Harry looked proud about his generosity.
"Yeah," Hermione said sarcastically. "You gave them a nice chance before pulverizing them." They both laughed.
"Well, they had a shot for a while, anyway." Harry responded, handing her a plate of steaming pancakes.
"These look bloody amazing, Harry! First the coffee, now this - we'll be hiring you as a chef any day now!" Hermione dug in happily.
"Sorry, I've already got a job."
"Where did you learn to cook? You used be about as good at it as I am." Harry grinned.
"I doubt it, luv. You've got to work to be that bad." Hermione shot him a look. "I learned it from Kevin." Harry added, referring to one of England's Chasers. Harry and Hermione talked for a while longer, until Ron's door burst opened.
"Cor, something smells good!" Ron said, emerging sleepily from his bedroom. "Did you sleep alright on the couch, mate?"
"Yeah, it was great, thanks. Pancakes?"
"Have the coffee too!! It has exotic chili powder deep from the Amazon." Hermione added the last part in her husky voice, causing Ron and Harry to bust into laughter.
"Coming on to the coffee, Minnie?" Ron asked, pouring himself a cup. He took a sip. "Bloody hell, that's good!! From the Amazon, you say? Let's go on a trip!! I've got free portkeys!!" Ron looked at his best friends eagerly.
"Sorry mate, I've got work." Harry answered.
"Me too. Sounds fun, though! Besides, we already have the powder; why go?" Hermione added.
"That's besides the point. Anyway, by work you mean riding a broomstick and drinking loads of coffee, respectively. Wow, hate to miss that!!" Ron joked. "Dear god, what if . . . dare I say it? They run out of Sweet and Low while you're away? You're right. It is imperative that you stay here." Ron tried to keep a serious tone, but he and Harry ended up laughing nonetheless.
"Very funny." Hermione said. "You know perfectly well that we don't use Sweet and Low."
"That's the part she objects to." Ron said aside to Harry, causing him to grin.
"And I have more to do than ride a broomstick." Harry retorted.
"Yeah, you try to catch a tiny ball too. Talk about multi-tasking." Hermione joked.
"Yeah, you still serve coffee, luv." Harry said, as if that settled the point.
"I do more than - OH! Harry did we forget to tell you about the party tonight?" Hermione remembered suddenly.
"No, but let me guess. Is there a party tonight?" Harry asked.
"Yes there is, smart ass, for you. A welcome to town type of thing." Hermione explained.
"Sounds charming. It'll be nice to meet a few of your friends." Ron and Hermione exchanged a look.
"A few? Harry, Minnie and I don't ever invite "a few" people over."
"Er . . . a few dozen?" Harry suggested. Ron and Hermione laughed again.
"Just you wait." Hermione said knowingly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Great Merlin! You two can't possibly know all these people!" Harry shouted over the blasting music that evening. Since breakfast that morning, Ron and Hermione's flat had been completely transformed - literally. Hermione had learned a useful little spell soon after they graduated that could transform their flat into one gigantic room with a dance floor and bar. Even though it was a large apartment, it was full to bursting with all people.
"Sure we do!" Hermione shouted, scanning the room. "No, actually, I don't know that chap over there. Hang on a sec." Hermione made her way over the man she had pointed out and introduced herself. Harry watched them talk for a moment; Hermione was laughing at something the man said. For some reason, Harry had the sudden urge to run over and grab Hermione back.
"Are all your parties like this, mate?" Harry asked Ron distractedly, watching Hermione all the while.
"Yeah, but I bet you party a lot like this with the team." Ron answered.
"Uh huh." Harry said, not having heard Ron. Hermione and the man had started dancing together and they were far to close for Harry's comfort.
"Is she . . . I mean . . . Hermione certainly has opened up since school." Harry finished lamely.
"If I'm not mistaken, mate, I think you're jealous!" Ron shouted.
"Shut up! She'll hear you!" Harry checked, but Hermione hadn't so much as turned in their direction.
"Bloody hell, Harry! You like her? Really?" Ron looked stunned. Harry shuffled uncomfortably for a moment before gazing longingly at Hermione on the dance floor.
"I don't like him, that chap over there. He's too . . ." Harry couldn't come up with a word that made him seem horrible for Hermione.
"Dancing with Hermione? Although I don't think that's an adjective." Ron said, mentally trying to figure out if it was.
"Yeah, that." Harry agreed. He looked at Hermione for another moment. "Oh sod it, I'm cutting in." Harry said, leaving Ron to mingle with the other guests.
"Hey Harry!" Hermione called as she saw Harry crossing the dance floor. She said something into her partner's ear and left him to go over to Harry. "Are you having fun?" She asked with a huge smile on her face.
"Yeah; you seem to be also." Harry gestured to the man she had been dancing with.
"Oh, you mean Hank? He's alright, but he's . . ." She lowered her voice so only Harry could hear, "the most insufferably boring person I've ever met!" Harry smiled widely and Hermione grinned back.
"What?"
"Nothing, luv. Let's dance." And so they did.
A/N: I hope you liked it!! Please review!! I'll be your best friend if you do!!! I promise there will be some developments in the H/H relationship (good or bad?) next chapter.