Disclaimer: if I owned Harry Potter, Harry and Hermione would have gotten together in the 4th book and Sirius and Cedric wouldn't have died…
A/n: hey guys! Sorry about the wait. But school has started again. And i quiet a bit of work to do. Thanks to Crocodile, clarinetlover17, Writrfreak15, Emily, what a crazy kid, Michelle moonshine , alauneni, the nightly wanderer, Gryffindor Dragon, angel miko69, lanni, claymourne, rabid-reader1, lady knight Alanna, chalareia, holly grace, the little voice in your head, kizkool and misroiseposie2367.You all rock!Just so, you know this is a filler chapter…
Chapter 6: Discussions
Hermione woke up the next morning by the sound of her telephone. She sighed and rolled over to pick up the receiver. She had been having such a good dream. It had been of Harry…
"Hello?" Hermione said groggily.
"Hermione? It's Ginny! You sound like you just woke up!" can Ginny's voice.
"That would be because I just woke up, actually you woke me up. So what ever you have to say better be important." Hermione said irritated.
"Ops sorry, do you want to meet me in Diagon ally at say twelve o'clock today in the leaky cauldron?" she asked.
"Uh yeah sure." Hermione said not really listening, as she was too busy think of Harry and how much she missed him…
"Hermione Jane Granger are you there!" Ginny yelled though the phone. Hermione jumped startled.
"Yeah sorry, twelve o'clock leaky cauldron got it." She said and hung up. Hermione looked at her clock. It was only 8am. She rolled over and fell asleep.
Hermione was having the most wonderful dream. Once again she was dreaming of Harry. They had gotten married and had some four kids, and Hermione was three months pregnant with another one. Harry was an international Quidditch star and Hermione worked from home as a book critique. It was just after 6pm when Hermione herd the front door open. She smiled to herself knowing that Harry was home. When she heard footsteps in the kitchen she turned around expecting to see Harry standing there, all sweaty and flushed from Quidditch practice. But instead there stood Ron, looking upset and slightly uneasy.
"Ron! This is a pleasant surprise. What are you doing here?" she asked him. Ron looked at his feet.
"Uh… I came to talk to you about something." He said quietly. Hermione felt fear flood though her.
"Where is Harry? Is he alright or has the Quidditch captain decided that practice has gone over time?" Hermione asked. Ron looked up, but didn't meet her eye.
"Is there somewhere we can go so we won't be disturbed?" he asked her ever so quietly. Hermione nodded.
"My bedroom is free. I'll be there in a sec, I just have to go put little Jason down to sleep." Hermione replied. As Ron made his way up the stairs Hermione went to the living room to find all four of her children playing or watching TV. Her oldest daughter, Katharine who was eight looked up.
"Mum why is Uncle Ron here? And where is dad?" she asked. Hermione sighed.
"I'm not sure where your father is, probably still at practice. Uncle Ron is here because he needs to talk to me about something ok?" Hermione said. Katharine nodded and continued to watch TV.
Once Hermione had put little Jason to sleep she walked into her bed room where she found Ron gazing at a photo of Harry and Hermione on their wedding day.
"What is it Ron?" she asked as she closed the door.
"It's about Harry." Ron replied. Hermione felt her heart stop.
"Is he aright?" she asked fearing what the answer might be.
"No. whilst at Quidditch practice, he was knocked off his broom by a bludger. He fell some sixty feet. They did all they could for him Hermione, but he passed on." Ron said. Hermione stared at him. Harry. Dead? She let out an ear pricing scream.
Hermione woke up drenched in a cold sweat. She sat in bed for a few minutes shaking. It had been a dream. She looked at her clock. It was twenty past ten. Hermione got up and started to get ready for the day. She headed down stairs and started to make herself some bacon and eggs. As her breakfast sizzled and cooked in the fry pan she couldn't help, but think of the dream she just had. It had seemed so real, and yet it could never come true. Harry was gone and nothing could change that fact. She felt tears run down her face as she scooped up the hot food and put it on a plate. Once she had finished eating she put her plate into the dishwasher and headed back up the stairs, to the bathroom. She looked a long look at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red and puffy, her nose was red and her hair was as fizzy as ever. She sighed and turned the shower on, letting the hot water run down her head and back. Once she had washed her hair, she turned the water off and dried herself off. She went to her wardrobe and pulled out her favourite pair of jeans and her green top. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail. She glanced at the clock. It was ten to twelve. She picked up her purse and headed off to the leaky cauldron.
When she arrived, she saw Ginny sitting at one of the tables, a menu in her hands. When Ginny noticed Hermione she looked up and smiled.
"Hey, you ok? You look upset about something." Ginny asked. Hermione smiled.
"No I'm fine. What about you? You seem kind of nervous." Hermione told her. Ginny did not reply she just looked at her menu.
"Ginny whats wrong?" Hermione asked. Ginny looked up at Hermione, but didn't quiet meet her eye.
"I broke up with Neville." Ginny said quietly. Hermione gasped.
"Why?" she asked kindly.
"I don't feel the same as him. Besides I am kinda in love with some one else." Ginny said.
"So who is it that you love?" Hermione asked. Ginny said something so quietly that Hermione didn't hear what she had said.
"Pardon? Can you please repeat that?" Hermione asked. Ginny sighed and took a deep breath.
"It's Draco. I'm in love with Draco Malfoy." Ginny said.
"WHAT!" Hermione yelled.
"Hermione please don't make a scene. I am in love with him and nothing you say, or do will change that." Ginny said firmly. Hermione took a deep breath.
"Ok sorry. So how did this all happen?" Hermione asked.
"Well you know how didn't go over to you-know-how. Well we work together in the ministry. We were both assigned to the same project and well…" Ginny trailed off. "I didn't mean for anything to happen, but the more we worked together the more I fell in love with him. We kinda started an 'office romance' as lavender calls it. I want to be with Draco, so I had to dump Neville. Please say you understand Hermione." Hermione was lost in thought for a few moments.
"Yeah I understand," She said thinking of her and Harry. "Shall we order?"
After lunch, the two girls wondered through diagon ally, window-shopping. After a good hour or so, they decided to go to muggle London, to buy some clothes, shoes and other accessories. They entered the nearest store and began browsing through the racks of clothing. Hermione found a tight fitting t-shirt that read 'it's not easy being a princess' and a short hot pink min-skirt. She held them up to show Ginny.
"What do you think?" she asked Ginny.
"That would look so hot on you!" she told her. Hermione grinned and went to go pay for it.
Some three hours later, they were emerging from the bookstore when Hermione, who was so busy talking to Ginny, ran into some one.
"Oh sorry." Hermione said.
"It's quiet alright." The man said. She looked at the man and let out a gasp. It was the same man that she had bumped into at the bookstore in diagon ally a few days ago. Ginny looked at the man and then at Hermione who was standing there open mouth, staring at some strange man and shook her head.
"Come on lets go." She said as she dragged Hermione away. She lead Hermione over to a small café where she ordered too coffees for them both.
"Now tell me what the hell was that all about." Ginny demanded.
"It was that man. The one that I ran into at the bookstore a few days ago. The man that looks like Harry." She said. Ginny rolled her eyes.
"So he looks like Harry so what?" she said, sipping her coffee.
"Ginny you don't understand! That man could be Harry!" Hermione said. Ginny snorted.
"Where's the proof? Harry had black hair, not brown. He had green eyes not blue." Ginny said.
"So? She could have dyed his hair, put in contact lenses." Hermione said.
"Hermione Harry has a scar. That man didn't." Ginny told her gently.
"He could have used make up to cover it." Hermione replied.
"And why would he do that? Hermione if he was still alive he would have been in touch by now. The two of you were best friends. It's been two years since the war." Ginny said fairly. Hermione sat in thought. She was so sure that man had been Harry. Maybe she was wrong, maybe she was not, but she had known way of knowing.
Later that night Hermione opened Harry's diary again this time it read
29th September 2002…
Please R&R!