Chapter 3
Hermione couldn't stop smiling after the polo match though she tried to hide it. But that had been Sunday, today was Monday time to get back to the real world.
Hermione had her hair pulled back in to a tight bun high on her head, her side parted bangs were hanging down framing her face, she had black-rimmed square spectacles that Dria called Hermione's 'Smarty-pants' glasses, she wore a plain charcoal skirt suit with gray pin stripes, the skirts length ran to 5 inches about her knee and was quite tight. (Dria had made some alterations once when Hermione wasn't home). Under her matching pin stripe blazer was a plain white oxford shirt and she had black semi- high heels on. She took on last quick look in the mirror then grabbed her black brief case.
When she entered the kitchen Dria who was in a black tank top and shorts her hair up in a messy bun greeted her warmly. Avery walked out of her room in a red sweater and black skirt her black messenger bag she used as a brief case hanging off her right shoulder. Both Hermione and Avery joined Dria at the counter pulling up their own stools. Hermione poured herself some cranberry juice while Dria shot a comment about her 'smarty-pants' glasses. They chatted before Hermione had to leave at 7:30 a.m. for her first appointment.
When the taxi pulled up to a pretty building, she stepped out paid the driver then entered the main lobby.
"Mornin Miss Granger." Said the old doorman, Liam.
"Good Morning Liam." she said sweetly as she passed though the opened door. She took a privet lift to a small entrance way were a two shiny mahogany doors stood. She turned the silver knobs and walked in to a richly decorated waiting room. On one side of this room was a desk were a pretty girl with curly black hair, navy blue eyes, and pale skin, sat. She was wearing a charcoal color mock turtleneck and black skirt, black high heels.
"Good morning Sicilly." She said sweetly to the girl.
"Good morning Miss, here's your post," she handed Hermione the small pile of post that she flipped through quickly.
"Is my 7:50 here yet?" she asked still flipping through the envelopes.
"Yes Miss, they are waiting in your office." She said glancing at a pair of mahogany doors.
"Thank you Sicilly." Hermione smiled at her then proceed through the doors.
One hour later*
"No thank you Mr. Bones, I'll have my secretary get forward
those reports and the final draft to you by this time tomorrow."
Her smiled and closed her office door behind her client sighing.
She leaned against the doors of her waiting room her eyes
closed.
"Sicilly?"
"Yes Miss?"
"When is my next appointment?" her eyes till closed
she could hear the rustling of papers.
"9:50, your having lunch with Mr. Cohen, then 1:20
appointment with Mrs. Chefeldings, you have a meeting with the
board of Financial consultants at 2:30, and after that you'll
have 4:30 appointment with Mr. Madden."
Hermione sighed. She had been finding it hard to
concentrate all she could think about what the Prince and how
nice he's been. Not to mention she was very efficient when it
came to her job and almost never got distracted but when she
thought about Harry, her stomachs did flips.
"Thank you Sicilly." She walked back in to her office closing
the door quietly, she had a hour till her next appointment,
she'd use that time to sit and ponder. As the minutes passed
though the answers to her many questions seemed to become harder
and harder to reach.
Harry was spending his day with his best friend Ronald Weasley of the House of Weasley, one of the noble families closest personally to the royal family. Harry and Ron were the best of friends almost inseparable since they had spent a good deal of their childhood together. They both played polo, although they were on separate teams, and their occupations kept them busy to say the least.
Ron was a military man, he'd joined Harry though his training in naval, land and a touch of hair fighting training camp. Ron had gone only to accompany his best friend Harry but found he had a knack for it. He was living in London permanently working with the Prime Minister and Secretary of war as assistant secretary of war. This was quite a feet for one of Ron's age but he had very good strategic skills and knowledge of warfare, he was undoubtedly perfect for the position.
"So how'd the polo match go mate?" Ron asked relaxing in a comfy chair in the foyer of Harry's manor. Harry had gotten tired of the palace life and moved in to a Tudor manor with Ron two years ago.
"Hello?" said Ron when Harry didn't answer him. He seemed to be staring blankly off in to space.
"Oi! HARRY!" Yelled Ron, Harry shook his head and looked at Ron, a sheepish smile on his face.
"Sorry mate I was just thinking about someone I met at the match yesterday." He said the sheepish smile still plastered across his face.
"Alright spill who is she?" Ron questioned
"Hermione Granger," said Harry his eyes sparkled when he said her name, this did not go unnoticed by Ron.
"OoOoOh I see, did you get her number?" asked Ron
"No."
"Her address?"
"Nope."
"So let me get this straight, all you know about her is her name is Hermione Granger?" said Ron
"No. I do know she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." Harry paused for a moment in thought. "Oh and she lives with Avery Kensington and I think Alexandria Halliwell." At the mention of Alexandria Ron made a choking noise.
"Did you say Alexandria Halliwell?" he managed his eyes wide.
"Yeah,"
"Hmmm interesting, think Harry what kind of girl would room with Alexandria Halliwell?" inquired Ron.
"If you're saying what I think your saying your wrong." Claimed Harry.
"How can you be so sure mate? Like you said you only got her name!"
Harry stood quite annoyed with Ron and walked out in to the entrance hall toward the stairs.
Ron ran out in to they entrance hall in time to catch Harry at he top of the stairs "YOUR ONLY MAD CAUSE YOU KNOW I'M RIGHT!" Ron called after him, but Harry just kept walking.
A/N: Wow, thanks so much to everyone who's reviewed my story! I
wrote this chapter to show what would e a normal day in the
lives of Harry and Hermione, but their young feelings for each
other start to come in to play. I know I changed Hermione's
occupation but the privet tutor didn't fit and wouldn't work so
I changed it to financial consultant. Thanks so much for the
reviews! R/R!
Hermione couldn't stop smiling after the polo match though she tried to hide it. But that had been Sunday, today was Monday time to get back to the real world.
Hermione had her hair pulled back in to a tight bun high on her head, her side parted bangs were hanging down framing her face, she had black-rimmed square spectacles that Dria called Hermione's 'Smarty-pants' glasses, she wore a plain charcoal skirt suit with gray pin stripes, the skirts length ran to 5 inches about her knee and was quite tight. (Dria had made some alterations once when Hermione wasn't home). Under her matching pin stripe blazer was a plain white oxford shirt and she had black semi- high heels on. She took on last quick look in the mirror then grabbed her black brief case.
When she entered the kitchen Dria who was in a black tank top and shorts her hair up in a messy bun greeted her warmly. Avery walked out of her room in a red sweater and black skirt her black messenger bag she used as a brief case hanging off her right shoulder. Both Hermione and Avery joined Dria at the counter pulling up their own stools. Hermione poured herself some cranberry juice while Dria shot a comment about her 'smarty-pants' glasses. They chatted before Hermione had to leave at 7:30 a.m. for her first appointment.
When the taxi pulled up to a pretty building, she stepped out paid the driver then entered the main lobby.
"Mornin Miss Granger." Said the old doorman, Liam.
"Good Morning Liam." she said sweetly as she passed though the opened door. She took a privet lift to a small entrance way were a two shiny mahogany doors stood. She turned the silver knobs and walked in to a richly decorated waiting room. On one side of this room was a desk were a pretty girl with curly black hair, navy blue eyes, and pale skin, sat. She was wearing a charcoal color mock turtleneck and black skirt, black high heels.
"Good morning Sicilly." She said sweetly to the girl.
"Good morning Miss, here's your post," she handed Hermione the small pile of post that she flipped through quickly.
"Is my 7:50 here yet?" she asked still flipping through the envelopes.
"Yes Miss, they are waiting in your office." She said glancing at a pair of mahogany doors.
"Thank you Sicilly." Hermione smiled at her then proceed through the doors.
One hour later*
"No thank you Mr. Bones, I'll have my secretary get forward
those reports and the final draft to you by this time tomorrow."
Her smiled and closed her office door behind her client sighing.
She leaned against the doors of her waiting room her eyes
closed.
"Sicilly?"
"Yes Miss?"
"When is my next appointment?" her eyes till closed
she could hear the rustling of papers.
"9:50, your having lunch with Mr. Cohen, then 1:20
appointment with Mrs. Chefeldings, you have a meeting with the
board of Financial consultants at 2:30, and after that you'll
have 4:30 appointment with Mr. Madden."
Hermione sighed. She had been finding it hard to
concentrate all she could think about what the Prince and how
nice he's been. Not to mention she was very efficient when it
came to her job and almost never got distracted but when she
thought about Harry, her stomachs did flips.
"Thank you Sicilly." She walked back in to her office closing
the door quietly, she had a hour till her next appointment,
she'd use that time to sit and ponder. As the minutes passed
though the answers to her many questions seemed to become harder
and harder to reach.
Harry was spending his day with his best friend Ronald Weasley of the House of Weasley, one of the noble families closest personally to the royal family. Harry and Ron were the best of friends almost inseparable since they had spent a good deal of their childhood together. They both played polo, although they were on separate teams, and their occupations kept them busy to say the least.
Ron was a military man, he'd joined Harry though his training in naval, land and a touch of hair fighting training camp. Ron had gone only to accompany his best friend Harry but found he had a knack for it. He was living in London permanently working with the Prime Minister and Secretary of war as assistant secretary of war. This was quite a feet for one of Ron's age but he had very good strategic skills and knowledge of warfare, he was undoubtedly perfect for the position.
"So how'd the polo match go mate?" Ron asked relaxing in a comfy chair in the foyer of Harry's manor. Harry had gotten tired of the palace life and moved in to a Tudor manor with Ron two years ago.
"Hello?" said Ron when Harry didn't answer him. He seemed to be staring blankly off in to space.
"Oi! HARRY!" Yelled Ron, Harry shook his head and looked at Ron, a sheepish smile on his face.
"Sorry mate I was just thinking about someone I met at the match yesterday." He said the sheepish smile still plastered across his face.
"Alright spill who is she?" Ron questioned
"Hermione Granger," said Harry his eyes sparkled when he said her name, this did not go unnoticed by Ron.
"OoOoOh I see, did you get her number?" asked Ron
"No."
"Her address?"
"Nope."
"So let me get this straight, all you know about her is her name is Hermione Granger?" said Ron
"No. I do know she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." Harry paused for a moment in thought. "Oh and she lives with Avery Kensington and I think Alexandria Halliwell." At the mention of Alexandria Ron made a choking noise.
"Did you say Alexandria Halliwell?" he managed his eyes wide.
"Yeah,"
"Hmmm interesting, think Harry what kind of girl would room with Alexandria Halliwell?" inquired Ron.
"If you're saying what I think your saying your wrong." Claimed Harry.
"How can you be so sure mate? Like you said you only got her name!"
Harry stood quite annoyed with Ron and walked out in to the entrance hall toward the stairs.
Ron ran out in to they entrance hall in time to catch Harry at he top of the stairs "YOUR ONLY MAD CAUSE YOU KNOW I'M RIGHT!" Ron called after him, but Harry just kept walking.
A/N: Wow, thanks so much to everyone who's reviewed my story! I
wrote this chapter to show what would e a normal day in the
lives of Harry and Hermione, but their young feelings for each
other start to come in to play. I know I changed Hermione's
occupation but the privet tutor didn't fit and wouldn't work so
I changed it to financial consultant. Thanks so much for the
reviews! R/R!