A/N: I do not own Harry Potter. Here is the next chapter. Finally some Hermione and Tom interaction! I apologise for any mistakes I have made or missed.

Chapter 9: Breaking and Entering

2 Days Later 18th November 2013 Monday Lunch time, Mayfair, The Dorchester Hotel

I woke up to the sun light burning my eyes, I wish it would just turn off. I groan rolling slightly, miscalculating how close I was to the edge of the bed, I was so twisted in the sheets that I couldn't even stop myself from rolling off the bed in a heap.

I groan even the former Dark Lord can have a bad start to the day

Today was the day I break into Hermione Grangers flat and I needed to be at my best. I scoped out her place again to get a better idea of what it was I was facing. I disillusioned myself and climbed the eight flights of stairs. I walked up and down the floor to work out which apartment was hers. I sensed a basic security ward around flat number four. It will be relatively easy to slowly unravel to spell, carefully untying the knot that held the spell in place and disabling the magic that was woven in for the alarm. I like to think of spells as being set out like a shoelace; it's one long piece looped, twisted and then tied at the end holding it all together.

I was pleasantly surprised by her lack of security, maybe over the years of living in a muggle high-rise she has grown complacent. I'd imagine not too many dark wizards or any wizards tend to venture out into the muggle world. Either way it will be good for me. While it is a weekday, she regularly has meals with Potter and Weasley on a Monday, so in that regard I am not expecting her to be home. I gleaned this little tidbit from the concierge on the front desk that has a small childish crush on her. Fool.

I rented a car for the next few days, I find I enjoy driving, it's a good stress relief and a way to work through things when I need to think. It's not as good as killing the odd person here or there or a little torture, but it does the job when I can't do that.

I dress in a Tom Ford navy two pocket linen shirt, black jeans and brown leather sneakers along with my Burberry pea coat. I think I might drive out to the Cotswolds and enjoy some lunch, I'm feeling a little nostalgic. I intend to drive near the Malfoy estate. There is a cemetery around the back of the estate if you know where to go. I won't be able to get in without setting off the blood wards, but close enough. I'm generally not sentimental by nature, but something in me feels I need to go. I didn't exactly get to say goodbye to Abraxas, after our night together I left for Albania. When I returned for the Summer he was already dying and I couldn't face that. From then on I vowed no attachments. And I kept my word.

I drove out of the city listening to the operatic love songs Abraxas would sing while we were studying late at night when it was just the two of us.

Four hours hours later over at the Department of Magical Artefacts and Curse breaking

Hermione Granger's office

It was a usual Monday for me, paper work that mysteriously appeared out of nowhere even though I swore I had done everything before I left on Friday. Honestly, I was looking forward to a glass of wine and some stimulating dinner conversation with friends and then a nice soak in the bath tub. I was already exhausted and the week had just started.

I looked at my watch and it was 4:30pm, I was tempted to leave work early in favour of the aforementioned bath before having dinner at Harry's. But I know that I will end up staying longer, I was still working on the tablet. I pushed the whole conversation I had overheard between Pascale and Silas on the back burner, the tablet was the main priority. What I had managed to work out was a name - Nebuchadnezzar II. I remember him being a popular ruler of Babylon and was responsible for making it famous for its splendour, however I am yet to work out what the connection is too the tablet.

A knock on the door breaks my concentration. I look up and it is Harry standing there, holding a travel mug, with what I presume is filled with coffee. I swear the man is addicted to the stuff.

"Oh Harry, sorry I was lost in thought.", he smiled, not looking surprised at all by my flustered state.

"No… you are right Hermione, I wasn't standing here that long. You looked like you were trying to divine the universe the way you were staring intently at the piece of parchment"

"Just trying to piece together this bloody puzzle that the tablet has become", I rake my hands through my hair, slightly pulling at the ends, a sign displaying how frustrated I am.

"Anyway, what did you come to speak to me about?", it is not often Harry just randomly turns up to my office without a reason.

"Oh yeah, um I have to cancel our usual Monday night dinner. Ron is apparently in a tizzy over something, so we are going to the Burrow. I would normally say you could come, but I know that you aren't particularly keen on seeing Ron right now...so...sorry?", he looked uncomfortable telling me this, I know that Ron and I breaking up is putting him an awkward position.

"That's alright Harry, it just means I can have more wine and a longer soak in the bath tub. We'll just reschedule or wait till next Monday. You don't have to be nervous about telling me this Harry, Ron is your friend too I don't expect you to have to choose between us. Eventually everything will go back to normal. He just needs time to let go. I'll just have a quiet night in with Crookshanks", I smiled as hard as I could to convey my absolute sincerity in what I was saying even though I didn't strictly mean everything I said in this moment. Harry's shoulders visibly relaxed, he bought every word not that he had reason to doubt me.

"Thanks 'Mione. I just don't want you to think that, I'm neglecting my friend duties towards you", his green eyes were pleading for me to understand.

"You're not Harry, you are a good friend", I released a genuine smile at that because he really was a good friend.

"Thanks, I'll talk to Ginny and we will reschedule reschedule I promise", he said lifting his travel mug as a sign he would do just that.

I slumped back in my chair watching his retreating form, letting out the breath that I had been holding. Part of me was relieved that I could just relax tonight because that was what I had wanted wasn't it? And the other half was a little upset. Yes, upset that I was once again cast aside. I felt slightly bitter about it. Logically I knew that it couldn't be helped because Harry was married to Ginny and naturally, they would put family first. Neither of them blamed me for breaking up with Ron, but it made some interactions a little strained. In this situation I was the outsider. I looked at my watch again, 4:55pm. Fuck it, I'll go now. I'm not going to get any work down when I'm in a mood. I shuffled all the papers together that were strewn all over my desk and placed them into a document wallet. I didn't bother with much security to be perfectly honest, I was on the eighth floor of a large apartment complex that over looked Battersea Park. I had a concierge at the front, and it was a muggle building not a wizarding one. Hardly any wizards ventured out of the wizarding world even other muggleborns or half-bloods. But for me it meant I could wander around without being hounded by reporters or feeling like I was being stalked constantly.

On my way home I picked up a bottle of Australian Yellow Tail Merlot from the nearest Tesco. I know not exactly a great image to portray a lonely young woman buying a bottle of red wine on a Monday night, planning on spending it alone with her cat. I would love to meet someone even if it was only as friends, just to talk about my research and they could talk about theirs. They would like the same things I would like, and we could debate the merits of our points of view. Sigh...I'm destined to be alone with my cat. At the same time, I know that I'm not ready for a connection just yet, it's too soon after Ron and I really don't want to rub it in his face that I have moved on. He is still my friend and I don't want to hurt him.

Walking through the lobby of my building I wave at Michael the young concierge, he blushed slightly under my attention, which I find sweet, but he is too young for me. He's more like a younger brother.

Finding myself in front of my door I look around discretely before I pull out my wand cast a notice-me-not and then disable my wards, before opening my front door. I always try to be careful that no one will see me do this. Crookshanks is immediately upon my looping between my legs in a figure eight pattern and purring. I like to think of this as a greeting of sorts. Not realising because of this distraction that I forget to put the wards back in place.

"Evening Crooks, what have you been doing all day?", naturally I know he is not going to answer, but Kneazles are intelligent animals so I know he is at least listening. I pick up his empty food bowl in the kitchen and pull out his expensive cat food. It costs a lot compared to most cat food, but it comforts me to know that he is eating well especially when I am not home most of the time. It's a bit of a guilt thing, I think. I fill it up and place it in his designated eating area and then I check his litter box. A quick wave of my wand and it is clean and fresh again. There is nothing worse than the smell of cat piss.

My apartment isn't huge, but it is not small either. Really it is just big enough for me and Crooks. When you enter in the front door to the left are the two bedrooms and separate bathroom with two storage cupboards and to the right is the kitchen, dining and lounge all in one. I don't have much furniture, just two bookcases, one on either side of the 'L' shaped lounge, a large square coffee table and a round four-seater dining table. I don't have a fire place obviously, but I have transfigured one that gives off heat. It is situated on the small piece of wall that is between the two doorways out to the enclosed balcony. It is nice in winter, to sit in front of the 'fire'. It makes the flat feel more cosy than clinical. My bedroom has a queen-sized bed, a side table and another bookcase next to the wardrobe. I have put a undetectable extension charm on the robe as it is not large enough for all my clothes. The spare room I have turned into a small library. It has bookcases that line two walls and a desk that faces the window. There really isn't much else to go in there as the room is not very big. It is just my study and where I do all my work from home.

I really wasn't in the mood for cooking tonight, so I pulled some leftovers out of the freezer and heated it up in the microwave. While I waited, I unscrewed to cap of the merlot and poured myself a generous glass. I looked over to the sofa and Crookshanks was sitting in his pet bed in front of the fake fireplace. At times I really missed my parents like tonight. They don't remember me, after I obliviated them and sent them to Australia during the war. They are happy in their lives and I didn't want to risk giving them brain damage trying to reverse the charm. It took a couple of years to get over the guilt, but at the same time I wouldn't change what I did either. They are safe and happy which is what I wanted. I have kept mementos, like my mother's hat boxes which I keep atop the bookcases in the study and my dad's antique pistol collection which I keep wall mounted on the wall between the two bedrooms.

Dinner was left over cottage pie, which was still delicious even after reheating. I stood in the kitchen leaning against the bench and ate in silence just looking out the window at the view of the park with the lights of the city in the background. It was a gorgeous view. I slipped my shoes off by the front door as I walked past on the way to the bathroom. I also hung up my coat on the hook above where I slipped off my shoes. The bathroom was pleasantly styled. With there being no actual storage in there, I had put a tall narrow cabinet in to keep some towels, toiletries, toilet paper, my makeup and anything else I needed with a small bin. In the bottom of said cabinet I had some candles which I liked to put out to give a relaxed feeling when I have a bath. It was all about the ambiance. It was now 6:30-6:45pm, I could indulge in a long hot bath before bed. I put a stasis charm on the candles, so they didn't burn down and on the water in case I fell asleep, which happened more times than I cared to admit.

After ten minutes of soaking and drinking my wine, I could feel my eyelids getting heavy and slipping shut.

Outside Hermione Granger's flat around 9pm

I had a good drive out to the Malfoy estate and had some lunch in the nearby village of Saintbury. It was such a lovely area, completely the opposite of where I grew up in that horrible orphanage. I would have craved to have a fantastical childhood running through the forest like Abraxas did. He tried to give me certain experiences, so I didn't feel so left out, but at times it left a bitter taste in my mouth. He meant well, but I didn't want pity. I said my goodbyes although I wish I could see his portrait and actually speak to him, that is if he would speak to me again.

I make my way up the eight flights of stairs, thanking the forces above that it wasn't anymore than that. I had left my coat in the car along with my wand, I figure I wouldn't need it. I felt naked without it. I should be able to dismantle her wards without my wand, I am more than capable of it.

Walking up to her flat number four, I sense the most peculiar thing or don't sense it more like it. I can't feel her security ward. I wave my hand through the air, gently testing the area around the door and I don't feel anything. I feel slightly stumped by this turn of events, Is it a trap? My mind instantly goes in that direction. I don't have my wand which worries me, but I am very powerful wandlessly. So, I take the risk. I unlock the door with a wandless and nonverbal unlocking spell of my own creation. I wait a few seconds before testing the door. I slowly push the door handle down and open the door. There is a light on, which is not completely unexpected. It is easier to come home with the light on than fumble around for a light switch. I enter and close the door, I head right and soon find myself in the kitchen living area. It is a nice little apartment. I turn to go back the way I came and find myself almost tripping over a small obstacle. I look down at what made me stumble and notice a large orange fur ball looking up at me with unblinking eyes.

Ok I wasn't expecting a cat.

I reach down slowly and pat the cat behind the ears eliciting an audible purr of contentment. The cat I realised was no ordinary cat, but a magical familiar. Better to get the cat onside now. I straightened up and headed towards the other end of the house with cat in tow. I noticed a small sliver of light coming from underneath the bathroom door, but I just figured she left another light on getting ready for going out to Potter's. The first room I came across was obviously her study, by the bookcases crammed with books not unlike my own and a desk covered in paper work. I walked over and turned the desk lamp on. I tried carefully not to disturb the papers, so everything would look the same as she had left it, but nothing on the tablet was here. It was just reports on other various objects. The cat was nudging my leg trying to get my attention, I looked down frowning at the annoying animal. It walked towards the door, then looked back almost... expectantly? It kept looking at me and made a noise and snorted through its nose. It left and I decided to follow it. Maybe the cat knew something, they were supposed to be smart creatures. I rolled my eyes and followed the animal, it even turned back to make sure I was following it. I narrowed my eyes. I was suspicious.

It stopped over in front of the dining table and sat down staring up at the table. As I walked closer, I could see the document wallet next to a Tesco shopping bag. I picked up the document wallet and opened it. It was all the files on the tablet. I looked down at the cat and smiled.

"You're a good cat, now aren't you?", I gave it another pat and it visibly preened under the attention of a job well done. I pull out a chair and sit down, spreading out the files over the table.

I become lost in the files reading over all the notes, that I didn't even hear the sound of someone coming up behind me.

The bathroom, Hermione's Apartment a little after 9:30pm

I woke up sloshing the water over the edge bath tub. Damn I fell asleep again. I look at my watch and notice the time, I was in here for nearly three hours! I get out and wrap a towel around me. I walk over to open the door and hear a voice…talking to Crookshanks? I freeze…I've never had to think about a burglar before. It couldn't be a wizard could it? I thought back to when I came home, did I reset the wards? I couldn't remember, but even so it would be highly unlikely that it would be a wizard. So that leaves a muggle thief. I can't use magic unless I have no other choice. All my clothes are in my room, I could curse myself for not being prepared, but I wasn't expecting to be in this position ever. I tie my towel around me as tight as I could before quietly stepping out into the hallway.

I notice my study desk light on, but the quiet rustling of papers is coming from the kitchen. My eyes trail over my Dad's antique pistols, I do a double take and an idea forms in my head. I walk over and carefully lifted one of the pistols off the display mount. It may not be functioning, but hopefully it is enough to scare whoever it is. I lifted the gun in the air pointing it forward. I felt weird carrying it. I was nervous and I could feel the adrenalin pumping through me. I could feel my heart thumping in my chest.

I was standing on the threshold of the kitchen living room entry. I saw a man sitting at the dining table his back to me. He had dark, slightly curly hair. He was tall, much taller than me and broad shouldered. I wonder if he was attractive? What the…? I think I'll forgive myself for that thought just because of the situation, yes temporary insanity. This was when I fully realised that I was standing in just a towel in front of a stranger. I mustered all my Gryffindor courage for what I was about to do.

"What are you doing here?", my voice was strong, but a little shaky. I saw him freeze for what seemed like forever. I'm not entirely sure how long we remained in that position. Slowly, he stood up. I gulped he was over 6 foot compared to my short 5'4. He turned and I was struck dumb for a second. He was wearing black rimmed square glasses and they really suited him. They highlighted his blue eyes and complemented his facial structure. He had some barely noticeable stubble on his cheeks and round his mouth and chin. He was older than I was mid thirties maybe, but my god he was gorgeous. He was even dressed nicely, in his navy linen shirt, tucked in the front of his dark jeans with tan leather sneakers and a large fancy looking watch. I could feel him appraising me and man did I feel naked under his scrutinising stare. I could feel the blush creep up from my chest to my cheeks. I could see the twinkle in his eyes as he watched me flush with embarrassment. I still held the gun to his person, his eyes darted to it every so often.

I cleared my throat shifting my weight, from one foot to the other. He watched my movements like a hawk, on the surface he may seem relaxed but I could see the contraction in his muscles, belying that.

"Do you have a weapon on you?", he cocked his head to the side considering my question. He then lifted his arms up and turned around on the spot slowly. He didn't appear to have a weapon, but his size and musculature compared to mine he could overpower me quickly. As a woman there are times you think about sexual violence and this is one of those times. He is a man in my home that entered without permission, no matter how sexy his arse looks in those jeans. I heard a chuckle and I realise I may have said that last part out loud. My face must be as red as a tomato.

"I'm going to call the police", I walked slowly backwards towards the front door and bent down without breaking eye contact probably giving him an eye full of my boobs, reaching for my handbag to rummage for my mobile phone.

"Wait...don't call the police. I'll just leave and you'll never see me again. I didn't mean to break into your flat, that was purely by accident. I got the apartments mixed up, it was supposed to be level four apartment eight, not level eight apartment four. That gun isn't loaded is it?", his tone changed on the question. I felt like I was being manipulated.

"I will shoot if I have too!", I was now clutching my phone tightly, when I noticed what he had been reading. I edged closer to the other side of the dining table, still holding the gun at him.

"Noooo...you won't. That's an English Enfield no. 2 six shot service revolver circa 1932", he looked slightly smug, but he had me. I was surprised he knew what it was. I bit my bottom lip, his eyes flashed. I looked back down at the document wallet and all the files on the table strewn over the dining table. What harm would it do to let him go?

"Fine, I'll let you go", I half chucked, half placed the gun down on the table.

BANG

I ducked at the noise, I heard Crooks screech and hiss. Silence. I hope to god no one else heard that. Clutching my towel, I lifted my head to look around. The man was on the floor holding on to his left upper arm, I could see the rivulets of blood running in between the gaps of his fingers. My eyes widen. Oh merlin's beard I shot him. I SHOT HIM. I began to panic. I crawled underneath the dining table to get to him. I kneeled next to him unsure whether to touch him or not. My mind was muddled in panic.

"I'm sorry" I squeaked out. I reached out fixing his glasses from their lopsided position. He just looked at me with pain filled eyes, but he was fairly composed.

"You shot me", tears filled my eyes, I didn't mean too.

"I'll go get the first aid kit...and get dressed", he forced a smile, but looked like a grimace. I helped him up to sit on the chair he had been previously occupied. I saw a flash of orange bolt from somewhere to jump upon his lap. I frowned. Crookshanks never liked anyone. He groaned in pain and I snapped back to what I was supposed to be doing. I rushed to my bedroom first and quickly put on some clothes. A t shirt and yoga pants, I omitted underwear and a bra in my rush. I ran to the bathroom, tied my hair back and grabbed the first aid kit from the cabinet second self from the top. I came back into the kitchen and Crookshanks was nuzzling his stomach and purring. Gee the cat likes him more than me. I rolled my eyes. I took out a bowel and filled it with water and some cloth from under the sink.

Tom's POV, Hermione Grangers Apartment still the 18th of November 2013

I can't believe she shot me. I mean it was an accident. What the hell was she doing welding a bloody antique gun from 1932? Ok…. I am in her apartment and probably scared the shit out of her, if I think about it from her perspective. A strange man, older, bigger and she's just in a bloody towel, I saw the expression when the word rape most likely flitted through her mind. I would never rape a woman, I'm not that kind of man. I find the act repulsive. I don't need to force a woman.

I think it is just a graze, but bloody fuck it hurts. I hope nobody heard that gunshot, that's the last thing either of us need. I just need to pretend to be a muggle and get out of here. I could feel the cat purring and nuzzling into me, I have never had an animal like me so much. It's an ugly looking thing, but clearly it has superior taste.

I cringed internally when I saw the tears fill her eyes, when she saw the blood on my hand. I've never had another human being care for me in that way in a really long time, except for Abraxas. I'm sure she wouldn't feel that way if she knew who I was.

I watched her come back into the room wearing a light grey T-shirt and black yoga pants. I raised my eyebrows when I realised she wasn't wearing a bra. She had tied her hair up, which exposed the slender column of her neck. I could imagine marring that neck with bites...wait what?. I think the blood loss is warping my mind. I'll chalk it up to pain induced ramblings. Then she bent over to get something from under the sink...fuck and she doesn't have a clue what she is doing. I grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut.

"I'm really sorry I didn't know it was loaded. I just thought it was a display gun my father kept in his study", I felt her small soft hands, touch the hand covering my wound. I flinched at the contact. I wasn't lying to the whore in Knockturn Alley, I don't like being touched. But I let her, the feel of her skin, was soft against mine and she smelled nice, floral, honey and vanilla.

"It was an accident", I gritted out. It hurt the disinfectant wash. Stung, like a thousand needles stabbing at once.

"Sorry I know it hurts, but you're taking it better than my ex-fiance ever did after quidditch practice", I don't know why she is telling me this.

"It doesn't look bad...it seems the bullet that was in there just grazed the outside of your arm. It will be only another couple of minutes and then I'll be done", she lightly wipes the blood away from my arm, and begins setting up the gauze and tape. I take this opportunity to start needling her for information. I have to be careful not to over do it, otherwise she will be suspicious as to why I was here.

"Your researching Babylon?", she freezes momentarily and then continues on with what she is doing.

"Ah yes, it is just a project for work. I research ancient artefacts", I can see the passion behind her words, she really likes her job.

"Nebuchadnezzar II was an interesting man. 'O merciful Marduk, may the house that I have built endure forever, may I be satiated with its splendour… and receive therein tribute of the kings of all regions, from all mankind.'", she looks at me with awe like I am the answer to all her questions. It makes me feel ten times the man I am, that feeling could be addictive.

"You like Ancient history? Do you work in the profession? Or is it just a hobby?", she was finishing up and I could almost see her brain gearing up to ask more questions. The excited radiating off her was palpable.

"I work in the profession, but over in America. I research artefacts as well, similar to what you are doing, I imagine. The book of Daniel and Jeremiah refer to Nebuchadnezzar as the 'enemy of God', he was not a well-liked man outside of Babylon. He conquered everything around him but made Babylon a city of legend. He built the Hanging Gardens for his wife to remind her of Persia and was considered the greatest ruler of Babylon", I was pretty sure the way she was hanging on every word I said the Hermione did not know that Nebuchadnezzar was a wizard. It was not a well-known fact, and the reason why he was such a good ruler. He wanted to conquer muggles and essentially, he did.

"It was lovely to meet you, even under the circumstances...of this. I'm willing to let this slide and not report you", I was losing her now, now that she remembers why I was here. Time for desperate measures.

"Could you possibly drive me back to my hotel? I can't change gears...", she just looks at me blinking rapidly.

"I...umm sure I guess that is the least I can do because I inadvertently shot you. Just let me get my things". I watch her grab a coat to wrap around her and she slips some shoes on and grabs her handbag. I stand up and walk over to the door. It is an awkward elevator ride down to the lobby. The concierge Michael gives me an evil look because I'm walking next to Hermione and what the situation may look like.

There is an old Ford Mondeo parked next to my BMW 5 series in manual. She automatically goes to the Ford Mondeo. I clear my throat loudly as I stand next to the BMW and open the driver's door for her. She glares and walks up to me, huffing. I find her slightly cute when she does that. I immediately want to hex myself for even thinking the word cute.

"You're a pretty chic burglar, aren't you?", she asks with a ghost of a smile on her face.

"I like to think so", I smirk

"It's not stolen is it?", I look at her wondering what she is talking about.

"The car?", she nods.

"Sure it's hot, nicked it a few hours ago", I kept my face a blank mask, so she wouldn't know I'm teasing her.

"I don't think that I can drive this", she looks a little pale.

"Sure you can, it has the same five gears and reverse", she blinks at me and then rolls her eyes realising I'm making fun of her. She turns on the car and puts it in gear.

"Where to?", I don't want to give her the specific address, so I just give her the street.

"Park Lane" I say as I stare out the window.

"Park Lane? Gee you really are chic in your fancy clothes and car. A society burglar". I just smile as we make our way over the Chelsea bridge.

I direct her to pull into a carpark just up the road from the Dorchester. We get out and she realises she has no way home.

"How am I going to get home?", she's biting her lip again and it agitates me because I find myself wanting to bite it.

"Don't worry I'll pay for your taxi home", we flag down a taxi and I give her some of the muggle money from my wallet. I give her £100, not knowing exactly how much the fare will be.

"Are you sure that's a lot of money?", she looks small and nervous again and I am once again reminded how much younger she is. A taxi pulls up and I open the passenger door for her to get in the taxi cab.

"I'm sure Miss Granger, have a pleasant evening" and I do something completely out of character for me, I lean down and place a gentle kiss on her cheek. She blushes furiously under the street light.

I watch as the cab drives away, and she is staring at me through the back window. I feel...I don't know what to feel. I don't want to feel.

London Cab Mayfair to Battersea, Hermione POV

On the taxi ride home, I sit in contemplation. I can't believe I shot the poor guy, by accident no less. I look down at the money he gave me for the ride and there is a card mixed in with the notes. A dry-cleaning receipt for room 508 at the Dorchester Hotel. I snort, really the Dorchester? I suppose it does fit his imagine, the nice clothes, the BMW so why not an expensive hotel? It would be nice to talk to him again, to have a longer conversation about Babylon or any topic really. He was older and I find that I like that. Not that I will ever see him again as he works in America. I look back down at the receipt and turn it over and see the name 'Christian' written on the back. It suits him. Christian the burglar. It will be an interesting story to tell Harry and Ginny when I see them this week