I just got back from a nice cold day of sledding on a snow day. I've been itching to get back to the laptop and continue this story all day. Sadly, I've gotten nearly 1500 hits on this story, yet not even 10 reviews. I really enjoy feedback, as it helps me become a better writer and to get ideas from my readers. I most likely won't be updating tomorrow, so I would like at least 25 reviews by the next time I update. That's reasonable, right?

Everything belongs to J.K Rowling and her brilliant mind. The plot is my own.

Chapter 3

Hermione woke up in a bit of a funk. The last month had gone by in a daze, with Harry filling her mind. She missed him dearly, oh so dearly. She had called in sick to work the day after the incident and had moped around the house all day, feeling sorry for herself. A week later, she had owled her best friend, Hannah, and they had gone out for drinks that night after Hannah insisted that Hermione get out of the house. Hermione reluctantly obliged, but sat stony-faced on her bar stool, wondering what Harry was doing. Was he with another woman? What if he was married now, with kids?

When Hermione thought back on it really, she realized it was actually pretty pathetic of her. She couldn't just let one past flame invade her life and take over. Those words were empty, though, as she couldn't lie to herself. He wasn't just some "fling." He was her best friend. Best friend turned into love. She had been with Ron because of the convenience. Ron had always shown interest in her, even when Hermione didn't. Hermione settled with Ron, knowing that Harry would still always be there. But now he was gone.

Hermione had decided to move on with her life. He wasn't coming back anyways. Why would he? He probably didn't even know she was at Flourish and Blotts that day. Hermione slowly began to fade him out, and two months after the incident, the majority of thoughts of Harry were cleared from her mind. Hermione was falling back into her routine life of work, friends, and books.

Harry had spied on Hermione nearly everyday for the past two months. He knew it was unhealthy, but he couldn't stop himself. She was his addiction, and he just couldn't break it. He watched her help customers, her beautiful personality shining. He watched the curly hair he loved sway, and watched how she cutely blew it out of her eyes whenever reaching for a book up high. He watched her face scrunch up in that cute way it always did whenever she was concentrating on something difficult. This was his Hermione, but he didn't know what to do. Harry finally gave up, feeling all hope was lost. He returned to his everyday life, and stopped the misery that was seeing Hermione everyday.

Harry was sitting in a dark corner in a club on a Friday night drinking a glass of Firewhiskey when he saw two women bundled up in warm winter jackets and scarves. The woman laughed at a joke one of them told as they took off their coats and set them on the coat rack. They both took seats at a booth on the opposite side of the club and soon enough were at the bar ordering drinks. They then got up and started dancing on the dance floor. Harry was oddly intrigued by these women. There was just something about them. Harry downed his glass of courage in a glass (Firewhiskey), and walked to the girls on the crowded, dark dance floor. He started dancing with the one with the dark curly hair, and she reciprocated happily. They danced for a few songs, then found themselves in the back corner of the club, Harry pushing up the mystery girl up against a wall. Her lips felt hot and inviting, and he felt like he had been in this situation before. He just chalked it up to all the drunken random make-outs he had experienced in clubs before. She ran her fingers through his hair while his hands roamed her body, stopping in some quite inappropriate places.

Harry finally pulled away, and spoke in a rough, lust-filled voice, "How about we take this to a more private place?"

Harry felt the body pressed up against him freeze, and the light from a lumos spell lit up his face. Moments later, he received a very hard slap in the face, followed by an angry "Where the fuck have you been?" from an all-too familiar voice.

Finally, some story movement. It's painfully obvious who this mystery woman is. It took me awhile to come up with this chapter, and I know it's short and probably not as good as the first two chapters. But that's not for me to decide. That's for you guys, the readers. So remember, leave a review.