A/N: Okay, this is for Janelle (who's extremely crazy), Nel (who PMS-es all the time!), and all of you reading this! And Nel, we're going to LONDON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is a little bit of fun and just to show you that Harry/Claire are totally adorable!

This Means Trouble!

10th March 2005

Harry Potter

"Oh dammit, I'm late," I muttered under my breath.

I began to quicken my pace. As I walked, I passed by Sasha, who sank into a bow instantly.

"Where's Claire?" I asked Sasha.

Sasha didn't say anything but merely pointed towards the living room. Curiously, I walked into the living room where Claire was seated with a surprised look on her face.

"Claire?" I asked tentatively, holding her hands.

She looked up.

"Claire, are you okay?" I asked again, brushing her fringe to check her temperature.

She nodded. Okay, I began to feel as if I was talking to myself.

"Aren't you supposed to be expecting your new client?" I asked for the third time, hoping for some kind of verbal response.

She nodded again.

"Claire, what's wrong?" I asked exasperatedly.

Claire bit her lips, and slowly she began to speak, "Private room."

Frowning, I stood up and walked towards the private room. As I walked, I wondered what could have made Claire appear so stunned. From outside of the room, I peeked inside. I saw this young blonde lady around her twenties, and beside her was a man – the groom, I assumed. I wondered who the groom could be. Suddenly, the man turned his head, and my jaw dropped. It was Draco Malfoy! Hurriedly, I went back to Claire. This time, it was my turn to be speechless. For a long time, no one said anything.

"What are we going to do?" Claire asked finally.

"What are we going to do?" I repeated, sighing.

Premonition

"Why?" Draco asked. "Why can't you be with me?"

Tears began to flood her eyes. It broke his heart seeing the tears. Silently, he brought her closer to him and hugged her.

"Every second I'm with you… Draco. I'm so afraid that you will leave me," her voice cracked.

"I will never leave you; the day I do is the day I die," Draco whispered into her ear.

She looked into his eyes, searching for the truth … she found none. Tears splashed down her cheeks as she cried harder.

"The day you lie is the day you leave me," she whispered. "Goodbye, Draco."

End of premonition

Draco snapped back to reality. Why is it taking so long for that woman to come back? He wondered. He stood up and walked around the room for the third time that day. He looked outside, and instantly the sight of familiar, unruly black hair caught his eye. No wonder the woman was so familiar! She's Harry's wife!

"Lynette, I've got to go," Draco told her.

"You can't. Claire will be back any second now," she replied.

"And I care because?"

"Because…" Lynette searched for an excuse.

"Goodbye, Lynette," Draco said and Apparated away at the exact moment Claire walked into the room.

"Hey, remember our trip to Malaysia?" I asked Claire who was cuddled next to me on our bed.

"Hmm … it was fun," she mumbled in reply.

"And remember when we tried those cheongsams?"

"The Chinese traditional dress? You said it made me look traditional and old fashioned."

"Yeah … don't you think it'd look nice on Lynette?"

"You're trying to ruin her wedding, aren't you?"

"What?!"

"Come on, Harry! Her hair colour is icy blonde, for God's sake! And it's a Chinese traditional dress. It'd clash horribly with her features!"

"Reminds me of Umbridge and her ugly, toad-like face with the pink cardigan," I muttered.

Claire gave a loud laugh. "How come I've never met that woman before?"

"You wouldn't want to, trust me…" I stroked her hair.

"Harry?" Claire looked at me. She rested her chin on my chest and said, "Promise me that we'll do this more often."

"Do what?"

"This … talking. About nothing at all, we could easily make this conversation last all day."

"But we talk all the time," I said, confused.

"Not like this, Harry… We talk, of course. But it's more about necessities. I like talking to you about stuff that doesn't matter. Where's the Harry I fell in love with?"

"He's here," I placed her palm on my heart. "Somewhere inside, hiding…"

"What are you afraid of?" Claire asked.

"I'm afraid of…" I was going to answer Voldemort, but he's already gone. After a long, thoughtful pause, I answered, "I'm afraid of being afraid."

"I think you're afraid of not knowing what's going to happen next," Claire said. When I didn't reply, she continued, "Last time, you knew you had to go against Voldemort. But now that he's gone, you don't know what to expect."

"I want a normal life, Claire."

"You are normal, Harry. You just have to stop holding back your actions and thoughts. Stop trying to be normal," Claire whispered.

I leaned in and kissed her deeply.

"Sometimes I just love you so much," I whispered in her ear.

I sighed as I tried to figure out what to do about Hermione and Draco. Hermione must know that Draco is cheating, but I didn't want to ruin their finally-getting-serious-and-steady relationship. I sighed again as Claire smiled at me encouragingly. I dipped the quill into the ink and wrote on the parchment:

Dear Hermione,

Hi, how's Hogwarts? I was just wondering if you could come back. Something has happened, and it's rather urgent. But if you don't want to, it's okay.

"Harry! You can't write that!" Claire exclaimed.

"What am I supposed to write?" I asked mockingly.

"You sounded un-serious," Claire shrugged.

"Fine, you write," I said, passing the quill and parchment to her.

"No, you write. You're closer to her!" Claire said.

"Then stop complaining!"

"But you can't write things like that!"

"Yes, I can!"

"No, you can't!"

"Claire," I said.

"Harry," she said, mocking me.

"Are you writing the letter or me?"

"You."

"Then stop talking."

"Okay," she shrugged.

"Okay," I sighed.

"Okay, I'll stop talking now. Coz you just hate my opinion."

"I don't!" I exclaimed.

"Hush! Stop talking! You're ruining the parchment!" Claire said, pointing to the parchment, where the ink from my quill had created a large, black spot.

"This is all your fault," I mumbled.

"No, it's your fault."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"This is kinda getting on my nerves."

"Actually, I'm kinda enjoying this."

"You can't coz I hate talking like this."

"Then you'll have to find a new wife."

"But I don't want a new wife."

"Then we'll just have to talk like this from now on."

"Fine."

"Okay."

"Okay."

"This is fun!"

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"Okay, stop."

"Fine."

"Okay."

"Okay."

"STOP!" I muttered irritably. "I'm getting a headache. I don't think I can write this letter."

"You're a loser, Harry," Claire scolded. "You can kill the most powerful Dark Arts wizard, but you can't write a bloody letter?"

"You try telling your best friend that her fiancé is cheating on her!"

"Oh, I think I'm getting a headache now," Claire complained. "Harry, stop talking."

"Oh, I'm sorry, was it my fault? No, I don't think so," I said sarcastically.

"Ha-ha, very funny," Claire replied dryly and exited the room.

God, sometimes I just love her so much.

After a few failed letters, I finally wrote one that sounded important yet not too serious. It's amazing how hard it was just to write a simple letter to a friend. I sighed as I sent the owl off.

Hermione's reply came quicker than expected. In fact, she replied the next day.

"Wow, that's fast of her," Claire said during breakfast.

"Hmm…" I said, reading her letter while gulping down orange juice.

Dear Harry,

Thank you for your letter. You sounded urgent so forgive me if this letter is short. I'm actually in London now. I realised that teaching isn't really my type of job. I swear, we were not so mischievous when we were their age. Anyway, I'll visit you tomorrow, right after I visit Draco. I'm going to give him a surprise!

Love, Hermione

I choked on my orange juice as I felt a chill ran down my spine. This means trouble! Double trouble!

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