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It Started With a Project
Chapter 13: thinking about it
Harry lay in his bed thinking, another strange girl lay beside him, he began to think about what had started all of this. Wood
flashback
"C'mon Harry get a drink" Wood said shouting at him, though his voice barely audible with the thumping music ringing in his ears
"Eh no I don't drink" Harry said waving his hands out in front of him
"Oh c'mon Harry" Wood said pushing him to get one
"Oh alright then" Harry said giving in
Wood smiled "one lager here for my friend"
He smiled at the bartender giving him a large tip
Harry thanked him for the drink and sipped on it as Wood began to talk.
"Harry are you a virgin"
"No why" Harry asked confused and nearly spitting out his lager
"Just wondering because you don't seem to want to chat up any of these girls"
"Why would I?" Harry asked confused
"Are you sure you've had sex"
Harry nodded
"Who with" Wood questioned still not believing him
"Hermione"
"And"
Harry looked at him "and Hermione"
"Oh c'mon really"
Harry nodded. Wood buried his head in his hands
"You should be sleeping with loads of girls at your age"
Harry sighed, "Yeah well I am not ok"
"Ooh moody are we" Wood teased
"No I just don't wanna talk about it ok"
"Harry why not" Wood questioned
Harry sighed, "Well it's a long story"
"Right so just tell me why you aren't sleeping with girls"
"Because I'm not over what Hermione did to me ok I have four bloody kids with her and I'm seventeen years old"
Wood looked at him "Harry you y-you have four kids"
"Quads" Harry simply said
Wood nodded "look Harry I don't know the full details but if you ever wanna be over Hermione then you have to sleep with other girls, y'know?"
end flashback
Harry sighed and lifted the strange girl off him, slipped on his boxers and a t-shirt and went out to the kitchen to get something to eat. He opened the fridge door, which was covered in little bits of paper stuck up with chudley cannons magnets four of which were the pictures of his children, which were buried underneath a stack of bills
"Damn" said Harry closing the fridge door and taking out the milk and cereal. He put them on the counter and began to pick up all the pieces of paper that had fallen to the ground off his fridge. He gathered them up quickly forgetting all about the four pictures, which lay on the floor, he pinned the rest of them up leaving them and getting his cereal.
He watched the blond leave quietly, and put the milk in the fridge, something caught his attention on his way back from the fridge. He picked the pictures up from the ground, sat down and began to examine them carefully. He studied each of their features by tracing them with his finger. He slowly let tears fall from his eyes, as he knew that he would never get to see each of them grow up knowing in his mind that he still loved Hermione and wanted to be with her. This was all just a cover up for the pain he hid deep down inside of him. He knew it wasn't anybody's fault but his own. After some serious thought, he made a vow to himself that he would stop sleeping with girls and find his kids and his one true love. Although he knew that, he would have to take it one-step at a time.
That night instead of going out, he stayed in looking up all of the names in the witch and wizard's phonebook looking for Hermione. After some tiring searching he found Hermione's name and number it was 1:01am in the morning but he didn't care he needed to call Hermione.
He dialled in the number and waited until he got an answer "hello" came a groggily female voice
"Hi Hermione"
"Who's this?"
"It's Harry"
"Who"
"Harry Potter"
Hermione's voice immediately changed tone
"Harry what you want I haven't spoken to you in"
"Six years I know"
"What do you want?"
"I want to talk to you face to face"
"What when where"
"Erm say tomorrow noonish at Jennie's café bar in muggle London"
"Er right see you there"
Harry put the phone down and immediately began to try to choose his outfit for his meeting with Hermione the next day; he wanted to make an impression.