Disclaimer: Nothing's changed, Harry and Pansy are still the property of J. K. Rowling. Anthony, Sydney, Audra, Stephanie, Brittany, Holly, James, any other bar or hotel staff are my own creations.

A/N: A light interlude in between serious chapters. For those who are enjoying my story, thank you. For those who are not, you are fully free to not read it.

"Harry?" Pansy asked softly.

"Hmm?" Harry replied, drowsily.

"My leg's asleep," She told him.

"The rest of you should be too. It's the middle of the night."

"No, it's not. We fell asleep on the couch."

"Issa comfy couch and you're pretty."

"Could we at least shift so you're not laying on top of me? I don't mind it when you're naked, but you're kinda heavy. And your temporary manager is trying very hard to not look at where your hand is but she looks like she has to ask you something."

At this, Harry woke up full and fell off the couch on the floor. Pansy giggled and buried her face in a pillow, before she started braying like a donkey. Harry looked up at Stephanie and with as much dignity as he could muster, he asked, "Yes, Steph?"

Blushing, the girl said "We've got a couple out here that insists they know you and they want to see you."

Harry pondered a moment and then asked, "Short brunette and a tall redhead?"

She nodded. "Do you know them?"

Harry nodded. "Let them in the office." He pushed up off the floor, and walked over to his desk chair and sat down.

Ron and Hermione walked into the office, saw Pansy laying on the couch, hiding her face, and Harry sitting in his chair with a red face. "I'm sorry, were you, busy?" Hermione asked, innocently.

Ron said "Ew!" behind her, and then "ow!" as she elbowed him in the stomach.

Harry shook his head. "We fell asleep on the couch earlier and when I woke up, I fell off. Pansy is busy laughing at me."

Pansy lifted her head up for a moment, said "He fell square on his ASS is what he did," and then started laughing so hard she snorted, and buried her face in the pillow again.

Hermione cracked a smile. "Grown up and still clumsy, huh, Harry?"

"Apparently. What's up, guys?" he asked, trying to get past the embarrassing moment.

Ron spoke up again "We're worried about you.." but Hermione elbowed him in the gut again.

"Can we talk upstairs? We've both been talking about and we're concerned. For both of you," she said, giving Ron a look.

"Sure, if Miss Snortsalot over here can pull herself together," Harry said, teasingly, standing up out of his chair and walking over to the stairs. "Come on up."

They all went upstairs, Pansy still giggling and wiping her eyes.

"Drinks?" Harry offered. Ron and Hermione shook their heads, and sat down at the dining table. Harry and Pansy followed them and sat down next to each other, joining hands.

Hermione cleared her throat. "Look, I'll just cut to the chase. I know you two have fallen hard for each other, and I can tell you really like each other, but Ron and I were talking, and we think you've been influenced somehow."

Harry nodded. "We were."

Hermione continued, "And I think I've found a spell that will reveal if you're under the influence of a love potion, or some other spell, and Fred and George said they have antidotes...wait, what?"

Pansy chuckled. "We were influenced."

Hermione stared at the two of them. "Are you STILL being influenced? Why aren't you upset? Especially you, Pansy, I'd expect you to be furious."

Harry explained to them about Anthony and what he had done. As he talked, Ron visibly relaxed. Hermione still looked concerned, until Harry said, "Remember when we studied auras in the DA?" Hermione nodded. "Look at ours, 'Mione."

She closed her eyes, remembering the exercise, and then opened her eyes, looking through the wall behind them. She gasped. "You're right!" You both have, as far as I can see, a single aura! Wait…" her eyes snapped back into focus. "I think I saw a book downstairs, I'll be back in a moment," and she jumped up and ran to the door and down the stairs.

"Now that," Harry said, "is the Hermione I remember."

"Bloody hell, every damn time," Ron said. "There is always a book she's seen." He rolled his eyes again. "Seriously, Harry. You're alright? You're … both alright?"

Harry and Pansy both nodded. "We are," Pansy said. "I swear to you. Ron, I know that Harry is your best friend, and I know you and I don't have a good history. But your acceptance of this is important to both of us, and I realize I am remiss in something."

She let go of Harry's hand, and walked around the table, sitting down next to Ron and facing him. "Ron Weasley, I was a right git in school, and I was wrong to treat you and your friends as I did. I am sorry, and I promise to you, I am not the girl I was in school, and I love your friend. I will not break his heart."

Ron looked at her intently, for several quiet minutes. Then, he nodded, and spoke. "Alright then. But if you do break his heart, I'm going to shove a broomstick up your arse."

Pansy broke out laughing as Harry yelled "RON!"

"Quiet, love. That's the best forgiveness I could ever get." She hugged Ron around his neck and made him flush.

With perfect timing, Hermione walked back in, thumbing through a book and talking already. "I think it's somewhere in here, something about auras and bondings, and," she looked up. "Pansy! Don't strangle Ron! Whatever he did, I'm sorry."

It was Harry's turn to start laughing. He waved a hand at Hermione, and said "It's okay. She's not strangling him. She's hugging him."

Hermione frowned, but nodded. "Oh...Okay then. Ron?"

Ron chuckled as Pansy let go. "We just had to get something sorted out. What did you find, love?"

"It says here that the more similar two peoples' auras are, the more compatible they are. And then it goes into something called 'soul binding,' which means the two are drawn together and once they fall in love, are completely inseparable. They are bound, heart to heart, and soul to soul, and develop a bond very similar to empathy." She dropped the book on the table and sat down next to Harry. "'Once the auras begin to align, they will snap together like magnets, and the bond is formed. Once bonded by their auras, the two are bound closer than marriage or blood, and each enhances the other's abilities and skills'," she read out loud. "'Quite often, they will begin to share some personality aspects with each other, although they do remain two individual people.'"

She looked up, and looked at Ron for a moment. Harry broke the silence with a soft "Anthony said you two have the same type of aura that Pansy and I do."

Ron put his hands over his face. "So very much is now explained."

He looked at the three of them. "On our honeymoon, I read a book."

Harry snickered. Hermione laughed out loud. Pansy chuckled. Then they all started laughing.

After a few minutes, Harry leaned next to Hermione to read some more. "It says here, that when a soul-bound couple gets married, their bond will be signified by a gold nimbus." He looked up at Hermione. "I thought that was just a spell!"

Hermione looked confused. "What are you talking about?"

"When you and Ron got married, when you kissed….you were both outlined by a golden flash. Everyone thought it was just some fancy show off spell the twins had cooked up. But that's what it was! That was your soul bond!" Harry exclaimed.

Hermione was very quickly lost in the book, reading what it had to say. Harry looked over at the clock, and said "You two might as well stay for dinner. Pansy, help me get something going while Hermione reads?"

Pansy looked up at him, she had been reading along with Hermione. "Why do you just get Chris to send something up?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Because I actually like cooking? But I guess, for one night." He walked over to the phone, called down to the bar, and asked Stephanie to have Chris make them dinner.

A short time later, Hermione and Pansy were still engrossed in the book, Harry and Ron were playing chess, and the door opened. Another waitress carried a large platter with steaming dishes atop it, and set it on the counter. "Here you go, Mr. Potter. Stephanie wanted you to know that things are really slow downstairs, so is it okay if we close a little early tonight?"

Harry nodded at her. "Sure thing, Meredith. Do me a favor, though, and ask Chris to send room 211 two plates of food as well before he heads out? I know Ant and Sydney haven't eaten tonight."

She nodded. "Yes, Mr. Potter. Enjoy your dinner," and she went back downstairs.

Harry motioned to Ron, and walked over to pick up the plates. He carried his and Pansy's over to the table, as Ron brought his and Hermione's. "Dinner, ladies. Put the book away for a while," Harry stated.

Pansy looked up and then over at the plate, and smiled. "Is this more of that 'Cajun' cooking we had today?"

"I think so," Harry said. "Smells like it, anyway."

He took the book away from the girls, who protested, but the smell of the food soon drew them to eat. Harry went and poured out glasses of wine and handed them out.

"This...I don't know what this is, but it's amazing, Harry. Where did you get your chef?" Hermione asked.

Ron grunted as he shoveled the food in his mouth. "fllf." he said, around a mouthful of sausage and rice.

"He's from Alabama, in the States. This is what he calls Cajun food, which I think is from Louisiana," Harry said.

Hermione took another bite. "We may have to come eat here more often. Is the regular menu like this?"

Pansy snorted into her glass of wine as Harry laughed. "No, but apparently it needs to be."

They made small talk as they finished eating, and then the girls grabbed the book and continued reading. Harry looked at Ron and shook his head. "They'll tell us anything that's important. Want to finish our game?"

Ron nodded.