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Hey guys, I'm back from my ranch! Here's another update! Hope you enjoy it!

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Harry moaned as he shifted under his sheets, stretching his body as he smacked his lips. He stifled a yawn as he looked over at Hermione, who was at the moment awake, but not looking too happy about it. "What time is it?" Harry asked sleepily.

"Don't know...don't care," she mumbled as closed her eyes again.

"Do we have any appointments today?" he asked.

"No."

"Any interviews?"

"No."

"Specials? Appearances?"

"No and no."

"Practice?"

"I'm your PR....not your coach."

"No practice....are you telling me we have nothing to do today?"

"Yes...now shut up and go back to sleep."

"Kay," he said yawning as he rolled onto his stomach stretching arms before plopping one down over her stomach.

Hermione felt his arm on her stomach and tried to push it away, but she was too tired and didn't have the strength to care. The bad part about Harry falling asleep in her bed was that he hogged the bed AND the covers. Realizing that she hardly had any of the comforter, she tugged at them and rolled closer to him until she was satisfied.

Two hours later, Harry woke again, this time lifting his head off the pillow and didn't bother fighting back his yawn. Hermione was still sound asleep next to him, with one arm over his back and one leg tangled with his. Harry rolled his eyes as he slowly got up, not to disturb her. Not that he cared, but the girl took up the whole bed. He slid out of her bed and rubbed his tired eyes and couldn't help but notice that his head throbbed a little from the amount of alcohol he consumed. He shuffled his way out of his room, stumbling a bit as he ran into the wall and slowly made his way down to the kitchen. He started the coffee, a habit he picked up when Macey started to live with them and then walked over to the door to get a copy of the Daily Prophet, yawning again as he walked to the kitchen table.

He was just reading the coverage of their game which was under a picture of him snatching the Snitch and another picture of Ron making a save. "Potter and Weasley: The Heart of the Chudley Cannons," he read aloud and was slightly impressed on their creative titles. Never knew what they were going to come up with. It was true, that him and Ron were the most popular on the team and Macey came in close third....she did have a huge male fan-base.

He had just finished reading the stats, when Ron came trudging down the stairs, still half asleep. "Morning," Harry said.

He muttered some kind of response out of his mouth as he opened the refrigerator and pulled out the carton of orange juice and started chugging. "Don't let Mace catch you drinking out of the carton."

"Mace can kiss my a$$," Ron grumbled taking a break long enough to talk and went back to chugging. However when the sound of Macey's door opened, Ron choked on his drink as he quickly pulled it away and put it back in the fridge.

"Nice try Ron," she muttered as she staggered into the kitchen. "You have juice dribbling down your chin."

Harry snickered as Ron angrily wiped his chin.

"Ohhh, coffee," she sighed as she pulled the freshly brewed pot out of it's holder.

"Pour me some will you?" Harry asked never taking his eyes off the paper.

"M'kay," she yawned as she made them both a cup and carried his over to him before sitting down on the other side of the table across from Ron. Her hair was up in a high crooked ponytail and she was wore a pair of green hospital scrubs she stole one time at a Muggle hospital and her pink fluffy slippers. "Drank too much."

"My head's pounding," Ron groaned as he laid his head in his hands. "What's that hangover spell that Hermione always does?"

"I forget," Harry said as he folded the paper and handed it to Ron. "But it would be quite useful at the moment."

"Didn't you wear that last night?" Macey asked before taking a sip of her coffee.

"Yeah...fell asleep on Mione's bed. She's still in a coma."

"Good, she needs sleep," she said and then jumped when someone banged at the door. "Whoever that is, better just go away."

Ron scowled when the person knocked again. "I'll get it...then I'll kill whoever it is and bury the body in the backyard."

"I've got a shovel," Harry said casually as he got up to make him some toast.

Ron opened the door and glared at the intruder, who was the last person he wanted to see. "Hey there Ron!" the cheerful man with perfect hair and a bright smile said as he slapped him hard on the back as he walked in uninvited.

Ron bit back a curse as he stumbled slightly when he slapped him. "Norman," he muttered as he closed the door.

"Hey guys!" he said greeting the other two. "Good morning...or should I say afternoon, it is almost noon."

"Hi, Norman," Macey muttered as she stood up to head towards the kitchen.

"Macey, hey there...woah, looking a little rough this morning," he said laughing at his own joke as he slapped her back and walked over to the kitchen.

Macey muttered a curse and was about to jump him when Ron pulled her back and calmly shoved her back in her seat. "Stupid pretty boy," she muttered under her breath so only her and Ron could hear.

"Harry, how's it going?" he said as he pumped his hand into forcing him to shake it. "Where's my little Hermit?"

Harry resisted gagging himself in disgust, but noticed that Macey and Ron didn't bother resisting and both pretend to ram their fingers down their throats behind Norman's back. "She's sleeping, Norm," he said to the filthy rich Muggle which unfortunately was the man Hermione was dating at the moment.

"Oh, well I'll just go wake her up then, it is a little late," he beamed.

"No, you won't," Harry said calmly as he pressed his bread down in the toaster. "She needs sleep."

"Now, Harry...she IS my girlfriend," he said trying to still keep it friendly. "I do have a right to go see her when I want to."

Harry looked at the hand that was on his shoulder in disgust before casually pushing it away. "And Hermione's my best friend and I know that she needs her sleep. So, if you care about her well being, you'll stay here and wait for her to wake up, or leave and come back another time."

"I vote for leaving," Macey mumbled in her coffee.

"Yeah, and never coming back," Ron agreed with a chuckle.

"Well...I don't have a lot of time, I came to see her, so see her I shall," he said stubbornly and turned to head towards the stairs.

"You just had to make me do this to you," Harry muttered and flicked his fingers towards him and watched as Norman froze completely still. Harry didn't have his wand handy, but since he was gifted with some wandless magic...like freezing people....he didn't need it. "I like him much better this way."

"Me too," Macey said with a chuckle. "Man, I wish I could do that. I can do it with my wand, but it doesn't last very long."

"He's such a chum," Ron said as Harry returned to the table with his buttered toast. "Mione won't be pleased."

"Probably not," he agreed as he took his first bite. "But it's worth it. Poor chap...doesn't even have a clue."

"Too bad Hermione being a witch didn't scare him off," Ron said. "I was positive he'd leave her after that."

Harry shrugged. "We'll scare him away eventually or Hermione will finally figure out what a tool he is."

"Hey guys, please tell me you have coffee brewing, because....." Hermione came around the corner and stopped short when she saw Norman frozen like a stone in the middle of the kitchen and her roommates sitting at the table with guilty looks on their faces.

"Hi Mione," Harry said with a wave. "Sleep well?"

"Harry Potter!" she yelled as she stamped her foot. "Unfreeze him right this minute."

"Why?" he whined. "He's so much pleasant this way. I think he'd look good in the playroom...what do you say Ron?"

"His suit matches the carpet," he agreed.

"I mean it, Harry...unfreeze him!" she said as she walked over and slapped the back of his head with her hand.

Harry flinched and rubbed his head in pain. "All right all right...but I only did it because he was on his way to wake you up, and I knew you needed sleep. It was for your own good."

"Harry," she warned. "For the last time..."

"Okay, unfreeze him, got it," he grumbled and then hastily flew his hands up and he unfroze.

He started to walk out of the kitchen like nothing ever happened, but Hermione stopped him by calling his name. "Wha?" he asked clueless as he spun around to see her standing by Harry. "What the? How did you? When did you?" He then looked at Ron and Macey who were trying hard not to laugh and then at Harry who was looking at him with extreme amusement. "Did you freeze me again?"

"Guilty. I told you not to wake her up." He then stood up popping the last bit of his toast in his mouth. "I'm going to take a shower. See ya 'round, Norman." He then deliberately slapped him on the back a little harder than usual as he walked passed him.

Norman huffed a breath as he put his hands on his hips. "How long was I frozen?" he demanded to know.

Hermione sighed. "Not long, Norman...sorry, you know how protective Harry is of me."

"That is no reason to..."

"Let's move this to the den," Hermione said as she calmly took him by the arm. As much as she was angry at Harry for what she had done, a part of her couldn't help but see the humor in it either. She couldn't count how many times he had frozen her Muggle boyfriend. Poor thing....Norman may be rich and powerful in the Muggle world, but he doesn't stand a chance against Harry Potter.

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Harry emerged from the bathroom after a long hot shower and was just putting a towel around his waist when Hermione came bursting into his room, cursing his existence. "Jesus," he cursed as he jumped and tightened his towel around his waist. "Mione, do you ever knock?"

She stood there unfazed that Harry was standing in front of her wet and half naked. "Since when have I ever knocked."

"Well, get use to it," he said hastily. "I could have been naked."

She shrugged. "Nothing I haven't seen before."

Harry's face turned red and his jaw dropped. 'That's completely different," he stuttered. "You knew I was drunk...for the first time I might add and I was dared to jump in the lake naked by Dean Thomas and you know Harry Potter never turns down a dare."

"Yes, I remember quite well thank you," she said as the night before graduation flooded her mind. All of the seventh year Gryffindors stole liquor from Hogsmeade and drank for the first time and decided to move their party out on the lake. That's where Harry did a little skinny dipping. "The sight of you running in the lake like a hooligan was quite amusing."

He put his hands on his hips. "Really? Remember how I looked do you?"

"It's quite difficult to forget it, honestly, especially how the moonlight reflected off your bare ass."

Harry opened his mouth, but was stumped so he closed it and chugged his extra towel at her. "Shut up, at least I didn't have to make out with Neville."

She gasped. "I told you I never wanted to talk about that," she said and threw the towel back at him. "I don't want you freezing Norm anymore."

Harry caught the towel before it hit his face. "Oh, you're not pissed about that are you," he said as he stalked to his dress of drawers. "I told you, the guy wanted to wake you up."

"So? That's not an excuse!"

He opened the top drawer and grabbed a pair of boxers. "Yeah, it is. I saw how tired you were, Mione and I did not want him to wake you up. He should have respected that and you, but noooo, it's always about him and what he wants. Merlin, what do you see in him?"

"That's none of your business, Harry," she said angrily. "At least I don't date complete air heads all the time!"

Harry rolled his eyes as he walked to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him, while Hermione followed him and was now yelling at the door. "....like that Ashley girl?" her voice muffled through the door. "Don't get me started on her."

Dressed now in his boxers he flew the door back open. "Fine, I won't. Just let it go, Hermione, we obviously don't agree on this subject, we never had."

Hermione backed up a little when the door flew open and the smell of his soap from the shower hit her like a ton of bricks. The male scent was always something that made her weak in the knees. "Harry," she finally said once she had her train of thought. "Just promise me you won't freeze him anymore it makes him feel really stupid."

"That's the point," he muttered.

Hermione huffed at that and spun around, planning on storming out, but Harry quickly ran after her. "Wait, wait," he said quickly as he grabbed her arm and turned her back to him. "I'm sorry."

Hermione wanted to resist when he pulled her against him, but his leering scent was too much to push away. "I'm sorry," she heard him whisper again as he buried his fingers in her hair and pressed head down to his shoulder. She sighed in defeat as her arms slacked and lazily circled his waist as she closed her eyes and breathed deep when he started massaging her scalp.

"I won't freeze him anymore," he said and placed his lips on her forehead. "I promise."

"Thanks," she whispered and almost protested when Harry pulled her away.

"Are we okay?" he asked unsure as he looked into her eyes.

She smiled softly. "Of course....and I'm sorry, too...for the comment about the girls you date."

"It's okay," he said and then kissed the tip of her nose. "Now git, so I can get dressed."

She laughed. "Okay...wanna grab a bite to eat today?"

"Sure, sounds good, Mione, see you downstairs."

"Okay," she said and then finally walked out of his room and left him alone. She let out a shaky sigh as she walked back to her room. For some reason, her and Harry always fought about their relationships, it had been that way since seventh year. She didn't know why, but she never liked any of the girls he dated and he never got along with any of her boyfriends either. It was their only quirk in their relationship, but like always they only fought about it for a second and immediately apologized. Their longest fight had only lasted a day and that one was a doozer. Hermione had actually sent a plate flying towards his head, which he had barely avoided. It was a problem that neither of them could fix and they both knew that it probably would always be this way. Even when they found that person they were suppose to be with for the rest of their lives.