Chapter 2
Alright, again: Emily DOES NOT own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form! All credit to the HP series goes to JKR. THIS FANFIC however is mine...to do with it what I will :evil laugh: I'll just reply to what I can from my reviews yesterday.
BigDaddyThaddy : She's getting stood up for all of your classic reasons. We see it in lots of young ladies these days; she keeps picking losers. She's got lots of potential to be in a great relationship, but she just doesn't know how to pick a good guy from a bad one.
Romulus Magnus : Um, thanks!
Hermione Granger found herself rushing through her morning routine. For the third time that week she had overslept and was late for work. Flicking her wand this way and that, Hermione managed to get ready for work in 10 minutes flat and was out the door before 8:30.
Pulling her keys out of the lock she turned to find herself face to face with 3 flying memos. Rolling her eyes she stopped to read them.
Ms. Granger,
It's 7:30 am and you were supposed to be here a full half hour ago. Kindly get a move on!
Singed,
The Boss.
Ms. Granger,
Going on 8:00 am, where are you!
Signed,
The Boss.
HERMIONE GRANGER
IT'S 8:25! WHERE IN BLAZES ARE YOU! IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR-
Hermione rolled her eyes and balled the last message up. This new memo system was really beginning to bug, and she was going hex Collin Creevey for ever even suggesting the idea. If she could get there in time, she would have to make sure to warn him not to ever mention sending howlers. In the blink of an eye and a loud crack, Hermione Granger apperated to work.
Harry Potter rolled over in his four poster bed. His digital clock read 9:43 AM in big bold red letters.
"Yeah, remind me of how rotten all of this is will you?" He glared at the little black box. Groaning his way out of bed and into his bathroom, he turned the shower on and watched as the steam filled the bathroom. Sighing slightly, he shrugged out of his pajamas and stepped into the shower.
"Hermione." He said to no one. He was plagued with dreams of her last night, and not only that but they were the oddest of dreams. He chuckled as he remembered her trying to teach him to play quidditch in one. "Hermione, on a broom? We all know that's a dream." But still something was itching him. Why couldn't he all of a sudden get Hermione off of his mind?
Perhaps it's because she's beautiful? Wait, what? No no no, she's Hermione. Just plain Hermione. Right...Plainly wonderful…Wonderfully gorgeous. He stopped his thoughts. Did I just think that way about Hermione, Hermione Granger? Stepping from the shower he reached for a towel. Wrapping it around his waist he sauntered into his kitchen and opened his refrigerator.
"What the bloody hell, I never have anything to eat in this bloody house." He looked up as he heard a slight tapping at his window. Upon opening the window, Hedwig swooped into the window, almost as if she were a bird of prey. Chuckling, Harry watched her land gracefully on the kitchen counter and gathered the post from her. Readjusting his towel, he sat at the table and began to thumb through his mail.
"Junk, junk, junk, rubbish, ah...What's this?" He picked up a piece of mail that addressed to Hermione. "Hedwig, you brought me a piece of Hermione's mail silly bird." Hedwig hooted indignantly and flew to her perch. Harry looked curiously at the envelope. "I could…I could just…Send it to her, right?" He asked the emptiness of his kitchen. "No, then…Then she'd still think I'd have read it." Hedwig hooted from the corner. "You're right Hedwig; I'll just take it to her."
Leaving the mail on the table, Harry rose and went back to his bedroom to get dressed. It was a full thirty minutes before he returned. He jumped at the sounds Hedwig hooting at him. "What…I didn't know what to wear…Don't look at me like that…Hedwig…Oh sod off." He grabbed Hermione's mail and walked out the front door. He was about to apparate but suddenly got the nerve to walk a bit first. For not reason at all, Harry Potter headed off into town.
"Ello lovely, would you like to buy a flower for your sweetheart?" An elderly witch asked him. Pausing, he stopped to take in all of the bright colors.
"Well see I don-" He stopped as he saw Hermione's favorite flowers. Calla Lilies! "Yeah, actually I would. That bunch right there." Harry pointed at the white flowers and smiled as he saw the witch wrinkle her nose.
"Well alright, if you want that muggle stink." She carefully took hold of the flowers and wrapped them in tissue paper and plastic at the base. As Harry went for his money the witch stopped him. "No charge, I've been trying to et rid of these things"
"Well thanks then!" Harry turned and continued walking. It wasn't two minutes later that he decided to just apparate to the ministry's entrance. With a loud crack he found himself in front of an old telephone booth.
Stepping in he heard the familiar voice of the teller-witch. "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and purpose here today at the Ministry."
"Ah, yes, Harry Potter. I'm erm…Delivering some mail." Harry said to the teller. Seconds later, a small badge was dropped into the coin return slot, and the phone booth began to descend below ground. Looking through the grimy glass Harry laughed.
Even with Voldemort gone, the ministry was still all hustle and bustle with parchment airplanes flying around the ceiling landing on the unsuspecting desks of many of the employees.
"Erm, could you tell me where I could find Hermione Granger?" Harry asked someone rushing past.
"She's with the minister right now." The man said gruffly before rushing off. Harry set out in the direction of Mr. Weasley's office.
"Hermione, won't you join us for dinner tonight? You know, Charlie is going to be there." Arthur said hopefully.
"Arthur, I've had a rough night last night, I'm not really looking to be set up with anyone right now."
"But Hermione, Charlie's a great guy."
"Arthur he's your son. And besides, I'm…Well I'm kind of with someone right now."
At this Harry chose to knock on the door. He stepped into the spacious office and smiled at Hermione and Mr. Weasley.
"Harry! So good of you to come in. Though I must say…I'm not really big into flowers." Arthur chuckled.
"Ah…Arthur that's a good thing, these are for Hermione. And so is this." Harry held out the flowers and the mail.
"Harry! Thank you! These are gorgeous!" Without thinking Hermione leaned over and kissed Harry lightly on the cheek, causing both of them to freeze, and blush in the presence of Mr. Weasley.
"Oh…oh! So this is who you've been seeing Hermione. Well done then!" Mr. Weasley was positively beaming. It did look rather suspicious. Harry had shown up at Hermione's work place with flowers, and her mail? Before either Harry or Hermione could protest Mr. Weasley went on.
"Hermione, why don't you and Harry both come to dinner? Molly will be absolutely thrilled to see the two of you…Well…You know, together and all. You know dinner's at seven sharp, so don't be late."
Before they could say no, a squat wizard poked his head into the office and addressed Mr. Weasley.
"Excuse me, Minister, sir; we need you down in the department of mysteries."
"Right of course Stu. See you both at dinner." Nodding at the two of them, Arthur Weasley left the office. Harry gulped and looked up to see Hermione staring at Harry.
"See you at dinner then?" He asked and made his way to the door.
"Oh no you don't Harry James Potter. You know we can't just show up and announce that we're not an 'item'."
"So, what do you think we should do, skip dinner all together?" Harry asked her.
"No! I don't want them thinking that the two of us are together and not showing up and getting the silly notion in their head that we've uh, well…You know." She finished.
"So what you're saying is, we show up to dinner as a 'happy couple'?"
"Oh Come off it Harry, it can't be that hard."
"Pick you up at 6:30 then?"
"It's a date."
"No, its not." Harry said sternly. Hermione was taken aback. "If it were a date, I wouldn't take you to the Burrow." Smiling warmly at Hermione, Harry bid his goodbyes and left.
Great, just absolutely peachy keen. Wonderful. Now I'm dating Harry. Well…I wonder if I get to see what it's like to be with him- Hermione shook the thoughts out of her head. She had several hours of work left and she couldn't spend them day dreaming about being in the sack with Harry. Even if he is the Boy Wonder she though mischievously.
