Disclaimer: Tears for me, I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: So was the last book smashing or what? I'm horribly sad that our beloved Harry Potter has come to an end. Sorry to all those people who loved spending the night in front of the bookstores. Anyway, sorry that it took me so long to update. I've been out of town and trying to pack for school but here's the update to everyone's favorite story. Thanks for reading.
"So, tomorrow's the big day, huh?"
I sighed, throwing another folded up sweater into my suitcase. Hermione had taken up the position as my Personal Prier when Ginny wasn't around. My love life has been the hit topic among my friends at the moment, especially after I told Hermione about Nathan after I first met him, almost a year ago.
"Yep, tomorrow's the big day," I said, glancing at Hermione.
"A whole month in New York City. One of the State's most romantic place to be."
"Yep."
"A whole month in a romantic place with Nathan."
Once again I sighed, walking over to my closet to get out my dance outfits. "Hermione, I don't know how many times I have to tell you but I'll repeat it again. So much for you being the Smartest Witch of our year. Here it goes: I am not, nor will I ever be interested in Nathanial Jenkins. All right?"
"But why?" Hermione whined, uncharacteristically.
"He's just . . . not my type."
It was silent for a moment. I turned to see Hermione standing right in front of me, her eyes wide and her mouth agape, looking shocked. "Are you hearing yourself Katy? Nathan's not your type? Nathan's nice, gorgeous, a marvelous dancer, and he's not gay! How can he not be your type?"
"Hermione get a hold of yourself! I'm not interested in Nathan okay? And I know what you're thinking. I'm not holding out for a guy like Harry and I'm not not dating because of Harry, all right? I'm just . . . I haven't found that special guy yet, okay?"
"Well what are you waiting for? You're going to be decrepit soon, you know."
"I'm only nineteen, Hermione. Same age as you. Just because you and Ron finally stopped being stubborn and are getting married soon doesn't mean I have to. Besides, what makes you think I want to get married at all? Maybe I want to be a spinster . . . with tons of cats. Mind if I borrow Crookshanks?"
". . . I can't believe you. You're joking right?"
"Of course I am. I just wanted to see the look on your face. Look, I know you're worried –"
"I'm your friend. It's my job to be worried."
"Yeah, your job is to be worried, not to act like a mother who's in a hurry for her kids to give her grandchildren."
Hermione sighed this time, smiling at me. "Fine, fine, I'll stop fretting. Just . . . don't wait too long for that special guy. Promise me that if you find a guy in New York, you won't scare him away."
"Hermione –"
"Promise!"
"Merlin! I promise, I promise! Seriously, sometimes you're as bad as Mrs. Weasley. Did it ever occur to you that Ron might just be marrying you because you remind him of his mum?"
"Yes well, there are some things mums can't do, right?"
". . . . Okay, ew. Gross visual image. I need to get out of here."
"Remember, Katrina –"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll bring a guy home, I promise."
"You're going to find a guy in New York. I can just feel it."