Chapter 5
By the time Hermione entered her office she had lost all of her patience, even her secretary was reading that awful paper. When Hermione first walked in to her office still angry from the events at the newsstand, seeing her secretary reading the smutty paper also, didn't help in the least. She stormed right past Sicilly and in to her office slamming the door with excessive force. But her rampage was slashed when the presence of one Seamus Finnegan standing right in front of her made her eyes grow wide. Although he was an old friend of Hermione's from her boarding school days, she had not seen him in years. He had golden blond curly hair that went down a little it past his ears, bright blue eyes that always seemed to sparkle, and kind smile. Hermione always thought him to be cute but was perfectly happy having him as a friend.
"S-Seamus, what are you doing here?" she stuttered
"Nice to see you again too Hermione," he smiled at her, laughing quietly.
"Oh I'm sorry Seamus! It's splendid to see you again," her eyes returned to normal and she smiled back at him walking over and embracing him in a hug then. When they separated Hermione walked around to behind her desk and sat down looking him straight in the eye.
"So Seamus what brings you here?" she placed her hands on her desk not breaking their eye contact while he just stood in front of her desk his hands in his suit pockets.
He smiled again looked at his watch, he pulled out a small envelope from his pocket and placed it in front of her on the desk. She looked at t then back up at him, he nodded at the envelope signaling her to open it. She took it, written on the front written in crimson beautiful penmanship was Hermione just her name nothing more. She turned it around and opened it, inside was a card the initials HJP in a complex looking cursive. She read the inside of the card the looking confused read it again.
'Found you' That's all it said.
Seamus was smiling like he knew something she didn't before he left her without a word. When Hermione looked up he was gone but she didn't have much time to dwell on this a moment later her phone rang, she picked it up quickly expecting a client.
"Hello Hermione Granger speaking," she said without thought, she always answered the phone this way at work.
"Hello." Said a young mans voice Hermione couldn't quite place though the sound of it made her heart skip a beat.
"To whom is it I am speaking?" she queried.
"Harry, remember from the polo match." Said the young man, Hermione froze, 'how did he get my number? Well duh he's the prince of bloody England.'
"Is this a bad time?" asked Harry who seemed worried that he'd made a mistake. The sound of his voice snapped Hermione out of her trance she shook her head to clear her thoughts and smiled.
"No, no I'm just surprised."
"Oh. Okay." Said Harry sounding relieved
"So to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Oh I um was wondering if you...er would like to um join me for dinner." Harry let out a sigh of relief after he'd said this.
Hermione was speechless, she was positive this was a dream she pinched her arm and felt a sharp pain, ' Nope definitely not a dream.'
"Hermione?"
"Of course, that would be splendid!" she said excitedly once she found her voice.
"Great, oh bring a friend won't you?" at this Hermione felt herself deflate for whatever reason he'd invited her to dinner it was not of the date like nature she was sure. ' Probably just a gathering of people, so he told her to ring a friend as not to get lonely.' She sighed.
"Alright." Said Hermione the excitement gone from her voice.
"I'll send a car to pick you up promptly at 6. Goodbye."
"Bye." And she hung up. Then quickly called Dria leaving a message to meet her at their flat at 3 o'clock.
*
As soon as Harry put down the phone, he sat in a daze going over their conversation in his head over and over still it finally set in, 'she's coming over for dinner, she said yes!' Harry had been so afraid she'd say no, and want nothing to do with him. He started beaming as he heard her voice over and over in his head "Of course that would be splendid."
He jumped up from the large leather chair at his desk still beaming until a little voice in his head smashed through his thoughts of Hermione ' congratulations she said yes but you got a rough night ahead of you. Didn't you ever think sending a car is rather impersonal?' Harry hadn't thought about that but now that he thought about it, it did seem quite impersonal when the voice spoke up again ' Did you think maybe Ron would be a little less then friendly?' He hadn't thought about that either, the smile was gone from his face. He sat back down in his chair but soon he had two perfect solutions to those two most troublesome problems. His eyes shown with enthusiasm as he pressed a button on a small speaker box.
"Yes your highness?" came a old mans voice from the box
"Briggs please have my porshe cleaned and tuned for tonight." He ordered
"What time would you like it to be available by your highness?" inquired Briggs
"6 o'clock, can you also do one more thing Briggs?"
"Anything your highness." Drawled Briggs
"My name is Harry not your highness, please drop the formalities." Harry requested.
"Of course your-Harry." He stuttered
"Thank you."
Now all that was left was Ron, he was to be meeting Ron at for lunch here in a couple hours; that's when he'll give him a good talking too. ' This is going to turn out just fine.' Said a happy voice is his head although he wasn't completely convinced.
A/N: OKAY tell me what you think! I hope it's all right, if I dare say so my self I'm a little worried about this chapter. R/R!!!!!!!
By the time Hermione entered her office she had lost all of her patience, even her secretary was reading that awful paper. When Hermione first walked in to her office still angry from the events at the newsstand, seeing her secretary reading the smutty paper also, didn't help in the least. She stormed right past Sicilly and in to her office slamming the door with excessive force. But her rampage was slashed when the presence of one Seamus Finnegan standing right in front of her made her eyes grow wide. Although he was an old friend of Hermione's from her boarding school days, she had not seen him in years. He had golden blond curly hair that went down a little it past his ears, bright blue eyes that always seemed to sparkle, and kind smile. Hermione always thought him to be cute but was perfectly happy having him as a friend.
"S-Seamus, what are you doing here?" she stuttered
"Nice to see you again too Hermione," he smiled at her, laughing quietly.
"Oh I'm sorry Seamus! It's splendid to see you again," her eyes returned to normal and she smiled back at him walking over and embracing him in a hug then. When they separated Hermione walked around to behind her desk and sat down looking him straight in the eye.
"So Seamus what brings you here?" she placed her hands on her desk not breaking their eye contact while he just stood in front of her desk his hands in his suit pockets.
He smiled again looked at his watch, he pulled out a small envelope from his pocket and placed it in front of her on the desk. She looked at t then back up at him, he nodded at the envelope signaling her to open it. She took it, written on the front written in crimson beautiful penmanship was Hermione just her name nothing more. She turned it around and opened it, inside was a card the initials HJP in a complex looking cursive. She read the inside of the card the looking confused read it again.
'Found you' That's all it said.
Seamus was smiling like he knew something she didn't before he left her without a word. When Hermione looked up he was gone but she didn't have much time to dwell on this a moment later her phone rang, she picked it up quickly expecting a client.
"Hello Hermione Granger speaking," she said without thought, she always answered the phone this way at work.
"Hello." Said a young mans voice Hermione couldn't quite place though the sound of it made her heart skip a beat.
"To whom is it I am speaking?" she queried.
"Harry, remember from the polo match." Said the young man, Hermione froze, 'how did he get my number? Well duh he's the prince of bloody England.'
"Is this a bad time?" asked Harry who seemed worried that he'd made a mistake. The sound of his voice snapped Hermione out of her trance she shook her head to clear her thoughts and smiled.
"No, no I'm just surprised."
"Oh. Okay." Said Harry sounding relieved
"So to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Oh I um was wondering if you...er would like to um join me for dinner." Harry let out a sigh of relief after he'd said this.
Hermione was speechless, she was positive this was a dream she pinched her arm and felt a sharp pain, ' Nope definitely not a dream.'
"Hermione?"
"Of course, that would be splendid!" she said excitedly once she found her voice.
"Great, oh bring a friend won't you?" at this Hermione felt herself deflate for whatever reason he'd invited her to dinner it was not of the date like nature she was sure. ' Probably just a gathering of people, so he told her to ring a friend as not to get lonely.' She sighed.
"Alright." Said Hermione the excitement gone from her voice.
"I'll send a car to pick you up promptly at 6. Goodbye."
"Bye." And she hung up. Then quickly called Dria leaving a message to meet her at their flat at 3 o'clock.
*
As soon as Harry put down the phone, he sat in a daze going over their conversation in his head over and over still it finally set in, 'she's coming over for dinner, she said yes!' Harry had been so afraid she'd say no, and want nothing to do with him. He started beaming as he heard her voice over and over in his head "Of course that would be splendid."
He jumped up from the large leather chair at his desk still beaming until a little voice in his head smashed through his thoughts of Hermione ' congratulations she said yes but you got a rough night ahead of you. Didn't you ever think sending a car is rather impersonal?' Harry hadn't thought about that but now that he thought about it, it did seem quite impersonal when the voice spoke up again ' Did you think maybe Ron would be a little less then friendly?' He hadn't thought about that either, the smile was gone from his face. He sat back down in his chair but soon he had two perfect solutions to those two most troublesome problems. His eyes shown with enthusiasm as he pressed a button on a small speaker box.
"Yes your highness?" came a old mans voice from the box
"Briggs please have my porshe cleaned and tuned for tonight." He ordered
"What time would you like it to be available by your highness?" inquired Briggs
"6 o'clock, can you also do one more thing Briggs?"
"Anything your highness." Drawled Briggs
"My name is Harry not your highness, please drop the formalities." Harry requested.
"Of course your-Harry." He stuttered
"Thank you."
Now all that was left was Ron, he was to be meeting Ron at for lunch here in a couple hours; that's when he'll give him a good talking too. ' This is going to turn out just fine.' Said a happy voice is his head although he wasn't completely convinced.
A/N: OKAY tell me what you think! I hope it's all right, if I dare say so my self I'm a little worried about this chapter. R/R!!!!!!!