One Night Long by Heaven

Rating: R
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 28/11/2003
Last Updated: 22/01/2004
Status: Completed

Harry asks Hermione to spend one night with him after they meet during an interview. What
happens when when they begin to fall in love with one another?




1. Chapter 1
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A/N: Hello everyone! Here I am with another new story that I probably shouldn’t have started
since I already have two going.

This is an **Alternate Universe** story, which means Harry and Hermione have not met. You
will see Hermione’s history during parts of the story, as well as Harry’s. **This story does not
necessarily follow canon as we know it!** I did try to stick to some bits that I have enjoyed so
far in the books.

In any case, I hope you all enjoy this- it follows along a basic storyline of the movie Before
Sunrise which has become a new favourite of mine over the past few weeks.

**And a very BIG thanks to research_dome from portkey for brit-picking this for me- I REALLY
appreciate it!**

Hermione Granger hurried down the busy sidewalk of Diagon Alley. “Of all the days to be late,”
she muttered, heading towards The Leaky Cauldron.

She was set to interview the star of Puddlemere United; the one and only Harry Potter. It was
her last assignment for the Daily Prophet- the next day she was leaving for another wizarding paper
in Glasgow that was paying higher and would allow her to do more of what she wanted, instead of
taking over Rita Skeeter’s gossip columns when the other woman had moved to take control of the
paper.

Hermione also wanted to be a novelist. From her days as a child, she had written fat notebooks
full of stories and ideas, but none of them were right to be published.

“I hate Rita Skeeter, I hate Rita Skeeter…” she was now mumbling as she reached the pub. Pulling
her bushy hair back into a messy bun, she reached into her oversized leather bag for her glasses,
which she didn’t actually need, but they made her look more like a serious reporter. Straightening
out her robes, she went up the stairs to the second floor. Hermione hated doing reports on
Quidditch stars, but she knew it was Rita’s revenge for quitting on such a short notice.

She looked at the slip of paper in her hand, making her way down to room 204. Knocking lightly,
she heard a male voice say enter. Opening the door, she saw Harry Potter himself lounging on a sofa
while a nervous looking blond man ran around the room, picking up scattered pieces of paper. He
looked up and gasped.

“You’re late!” he was almost jumping out of his skin.

“I know I was late, and I’m sorry.” Hermione frowned. “Is this going to be a big issue?”

“Not at all,” Harry got up and approached her. “Harry Potter.”

“Hermione Granger,” she shook his hand in a businesslike manner. “I’m from the Daily
Prophet.”

“You’ve missed the flurry of reporters, as you can see,” Harry gestured to the room.

“I guess that makes me luckier than most,” she smiled briefly and he grinned. “Shall we get on
with this? You can enjoy the rest of your day then,”

“Sure,” Harry resumed his seat on the sofa and Hermione perched on a chair. “Colin, out!”

“But Harry,” Colin Creevey seemed to be on the verge of protesting, but one look from Harry made
his jaw snap shut. “I’ll just go downstairs then,” he disappeared.

“He didn’t have to leave,” Hermione replied, digging through her bag for her parchment and
quills.

“Yes he did,” Harry stretched lazily. “I never allow that guy in here while I’m doing an
interview. You’d never get any answers.”

“Manager, aye?” Hermione asked.

“That would be it,” Harry said. “He’s not a bad guy, but he’s just a little high strung when it
comes to interviews. Colin’s more concerned with me saying things I shouldn’t about the team and
about my private life than he should be.”

“Ah,” Hermione replied. “Well all right then,” she consulted the list of questions Rita had
presented her with. “Alright, since we already know what position you play and what team you’re on,
why don’t we skip those?” she rolled her eyes and Harry laughed. “What inspired you to play
Quidditch?”

“Hmmm,” Harry bit his lower lip. “Well, the fact that my dad played for Gryffindor when he was
at Hogwarts, he was a Chaser though. And then also our team captain my first three years, Oliver
Wood, is phenomenal. I’m excited that I get to play on the same team with him now. He works us hard
but we’ve come far under his guide.”

Hermione scribbled his answer down as quickly as she could and looked at the next question. “Do
you use any good luck charms or spells before a match?”

“Like what?” Harry seemed amused by the question.

“Like… not washing your socks…” Hermione tried to think. “Or… wearing a black cat bone…” Harry
laughed again.

“No, nothing like that,” his eyes were twinkling.

“That was a rather absurd question wasn’t it?” Hermione also wore a wry smile.

“Never been asked that before,” Harry replied.

“There’s a first time for everything isn’t there,” Hermione said. She looked down at her list.
Rita had written out quite a few questions, but Harry handled them politely and patiently. She had
to admit he was different from most other Quidditch players she had ever interviewed. While the
others were usually all high and mighty on themselves, Harry seemed easy on answering all the
questions she fired at him, even though some of them bordered on being very personal.

“All right, last one,” Hermione said, with some relief and some regret. She’d actually been
enjoying herself.

“Too bad,” Harry replied, with that same twinkling look in his eyes. She glanced up quickly to
see if he was just kidding around, but he was looking at her somewhat intensely.

“Oh bloody hell,” Hermione muttered, her face turning red. “I can’t believe she put this one on
there,”

“What is it?” He asked, sitting up straighter.

“Are you dating anyone?” she asked, her face as red as a setting sun. “I’m sorry,” Hermione
apologised before he could even respond. “My editor, she wrote these out and I didn’t have a chance
to look them over…”

“It’s all right,” Harry wasn’t fazed. “Believe me, I know Rita Skeeter… I’ve had enough run in’s
with her to last a lifetime.” He grinned at her again. ‘She’s cute,’ he thought to himself.

Harry liked women who weren’t impressed by his name and what came attached to it. It was hard,
therefore, for him to find a girlfriend by those standards. He had been surveying Hermione during
the interview, and noticed many things. For starters, she wore dark professional reporter’s robes,
yet he could see a coffee stain on the collar of the white blouse she wore underneath. Her hair was
tied back, but several bushy tendrils escaped and framed each side of her face. Her fingers were
stained with ink as she wrote furiously across many sheets of parchment.

“Try working for her,” Hermione was saying now. “I’m not one to complain… but ever since she
took over the Prophet it’s been run more like Witch Weekly.” She turned over a fresh sheet of
parchment. “But if I don’t get this answer for her, I may as well be cursed.”

“We wouldn’t want that,” Harry sat back. “Single, I’m afraid. Still looking, but no takers.”

“That’s surprising,” Hermione remarked as she wrote his answer down.

“Well, not if you’re picky, like me,” Harry said. “I don’t like girls who come after me for my
name. I like someone who wants me for who I am and not what I’ve done in my lifetime.”

“That’s reasonable,” Hermione answered.

“What about you?” Harry asked, interested. “Are you single?”

“Me?” she seemed surprised. “Well, yes, I am single. I’m quite focused on my work, and haven’t
much time for dating.”

“I see,” Harry said. “That’s reasonable,” he teased.

She shot him a half smirk half smile as she gathered up her parchment. “Thank you very much for
your time,” she held out her hand and he took it, squeezing it gently.

“It’s been a rare pleasure,” he replied. “I have one question to ask you, however.”

“What’s that?” she asked, putting the stack in her bag and closing it.

“Would you happen to know of anyplace around here that serves a good lunch?” Harry asked. “I
don’t get to Diagon Alley much…”

“You should try Hogarth’s.” Hermione replied immediately. “It’s right around the bend next to
Gringotts. I’ve been going there for years and I’ve never had a bad meal.”

“Thank you,” Harry grinned at her again and she couldn’t help but smile back.

“Well, I’ve got to go. Thank you again,” they shook hands once more and Hermione felt a slight
jolt this time when their skin made contact. He nodded his head and she turned to leave.

Colin came back in as soon as Hermione was gone, making Harry suspect he was standing right
outside the entire time. “Are you ready to go?”

“No,” Harry replied. “I think I’m going to stick around Diagon Alley the rest of today.”

“But Harry, you have to be back for practice tomorrow! And you know that if you don’t get a good
night’s sleep and a good dinner, you won’t be fit and then Oliver will be angry at me!” Colin
seemed on the verge of tears.

“Oliver’s not going to be angry with you, because I’m not going to have a bad practice,” Harry
had to force himself not to get annoyed with Colin.

“Are you sure Harry?” Colin was hopping from foot to foot.

“Positive.” Harry replied. “Go on back and I’ll catch up with you later on. Go!” he motioned
when Colin looked like he wasn’t going to budge. He breathed a sigh of relief when the younger man
left. Gathering up his bag and his cloak, Harry left the hotel room for Hogarth’s.

*** *** ***

Hermione pushed back a lock of hair as she hurriedly put together all the interview questions so
she could get them to Rita and be done with it all. Taking a bite of her sandwich that had just
recently arrived, she bent her head over her work, not noticing anything but what she was
doing.

Harry entered Hogarth’s, hoping that for once people wouldn’t swarm him and start demanding
autographs. Looking around the somewhat crowded restaurant, he soon spied the person he was looking
for. Weaving his way through the tables, he was at her table in moments.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he grinned.

Hermione glanced up. “Oh!” she cried, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“Quidditch players get hungry too,” Harry replied. “And besides, why do you think I asked for a
recommendation?”

“Right, right.” Hermione said. “I’m just finishing up your interview.” She moved a stack of
papers aside. “Care to sit down?”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Harry replied, setting his bag and cloak down and sliding into the booth
next to her. “So, what sorts of Rita Skeeter-esque facts are you writing into this?”

“You seem to know Rita well,” Hermione commented, moving the papers out of his reach. “How many
times have you met her?”

“Too many times,” Harry replied. “She always seems to know when there’s a scandal brewing and
there’s hardly any truth to her stories.”

“Well that’s what separates a good reporter from the bad,” Hermione answered pertly. “I know how
to write a good interview, whereas she…”

“Doesn’t.” Harry finished. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to imply you were anything like her.”

“Well, apology accepted.” She replied. “I don’t mind if you sit here, but I want to finish this
and drop it off so I can leave,”

“Sure,” Harry responded as a waitress came over. He placed an order for a sandwich and some
chips, along with a butterbeer. As he waited for his food, Harry found himself looking at the woman
seated next to him. She had taken off her robes, and the coffee stain was now gone from her collar,
even though the ink smudges were still on her fingers.

“What?” her voice snapped him out of his gaze.

“What?” he repeated.

“Why were you staring at me?” Hermione asked.

“I didn’t mean to,” Harry said. “I’m just waiting for my lunch.”

“You’re not getting a sneak peek at this,” she sounded amused now.

“I wasn’t trying to!” Harry held up his hands.

“Sure you weren’t,” she replied. “I know you Quidditch player types; I’ve certainly met
enough,”

“What does that mean?” Harry asked, sitting back in the booth.

“It means that all Quidditch players use their… ‘Quidditch player charm’ to get what they want,”
Hermione replied smartly.

“I don’t have any ‘Quidditch player charm’, Harry said in amazement. “In fact, I’ve often been
told I rank low on the charming factor.”

“Who’d have thought?” Hermione quipped, returning her attention to her work. Harry watched her
again for a few minutes and then started to look around the restaurant as his food arrived. He ate
in silence, listening to Hermione mutter to herself every now and then about her story.

Harry looked at her again as he drank his butterbeer. His eyes wandered down the slope of her
neck, to where her skin disappeared beneath the plain white blouse. He looked at the way her teeth
ran repeatedly over her bottom lip as she concentrated, and how her mouth gently curved out when
she suddenly smiled.

“Finished!” she said, tossing the quill down.

“Can I see it now?” Harry teased.

“You can see it tomorrow in the Daily Prophet,” Hermione said, snatching up the papers and
putting them safely in her bag with all her notes. Harry tried to give her an appealing grin but
she shook her head, her own lips threatening to break out in a smile.

“I told you, I’m not falling for that,” she teased back. “I’ve become quite immune to it.”

“All right,” Harry leaned back and eyed her as she stretched, arching her back. “So why is a
reporter like you working for the Daily Prophet anyway?”

Hermione smiled. “I won’t be, after I take this in. You were my last assignment and tomorrow
morning I’m heading for Glasgow, to work on another wizarding paper there.”

“Wow,” Harry replied. “That’s wonderful,” he made a mental note to visit Glasgow more often.

“Well, it’s exactly the type of paper I’ve always thought of myself working on,” Hermione
replied, her eyes now bright with excitement. “And besides that, it gives me the free time to do
what I *really* want.”

“What might that be?” Harry asked, curious.

“To be a novelist,” she blushed slightly. “It might sound silly, but when I was a child I wrote
journals and journals of ideas and short stories. I’ll probably never publish those,” Hermione
remarked, still red.

“I don’t think it sounds silly at all,” Harry said honestly. “I think it’s great you’re going
for your dream.”

“Thanks,” Hermione replied. “What about you, is this your dream or did you want to be something
else?”

“Actually, it is.” Harry said, leaning forward. “I mean, everyone knows my story, with Voldemort
and all that right?” Hermione nodded. “After all that was over… I just wanted as normal a life as
possible.”

“And you call being a Quidditch superstar normal?” Hermione asked.

“No, not at all,” Harry grinned and they both laughed. “But I love playing Quidditch, and my
life would be in the spotlight either way, even if I didn’t do this.”

“Good point,” Hermione said, still grinning.

“So what are you doing the rest of the day?” Harry asked.

“I don’t know yet,” Hermione shrugged. “I mean, I figured I’d just take a room in a hotel
somewhere because I sold my flat and all my belongings have been sent on ahead.”

“Sounds like you’re all set to go then,” Harry said.

“Pretty much,” she answered. “Speaking of which, I should go drop this off at the Prophet so it
can make tomorrow’s edition.

Harry moved out of the booth and grabbed his bags as Hermione did the same. He followed her to
the front where she took out her velvet moneybag. “Oh, lunch is on me,” he insisted, closing her
bag.

“Oh no, I can’t let you do that,” Hermione shook her head but Harry only grinned.

“I insist,” he said, paying before she could do anything. They walked out of Hogarth’s together
and stood on the sidewalk.

“Thank you, that was very nice of you,” Hermione tucked back a strand of her bushy hair.

“It’s the least I can do,” Harry waved his hand. “It was nice of you to tell me about this
place.”

“Sure,” she replied with a smile. “Well I should go…” Hermione was startled to realise she
didn’t really want to leave.

“Right, sorry.” Harry held out his hand again and they shook. “Perhaps if we play near Glasgow
you can interview me again,” he winked and she laughed.

“I’ll be sure and keep an eye on the Quidditch schedules.” Hermione replied. She waved as she
turned and began to make her way down the street. Arriving at the Daily Prophet office quickly, she
made her way up to Rita’s room.

“Come in,” the busy, nasal voice of her now former boss called through the door. Hermione strode
in, pulling the sheaf of parchments from her bag.

“Here’s your interview,” she said coolly, placing them on the desk.

“Did you get all the questions?” Rita asked.

“Yes,” Hermione replied in the same cool voice. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared
down at the other woman. “That’s it then,”

“Yes, it is,” Rita said, standing up. “Good luck to you, Hermione,” she plastered a false smile
over her face.

“Thanks,” Hermione politely shook her hand and turned, closing the office door behind her. She
waved to several former co-workers and practically raced down the stairs. Once out of the building,
she let out a loud, happy cry and jumped in the air.

“Yes! I’m free!” she grinned, not caring that several people were giving her strange looks.

Haha okay I know that seems like a weird place to leave things off, and the story will pick up
some romance in the next chapter and the plot really takes off as well.

Hope you’ll stick around and read some more! See you next week!



2. Chapter 2
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**A/N: Thanks to ALL you guys who reviewed in my first chapter! I’m really excited to know
you’re all enjoying this story so far. There’s more romancey stuff in this chapter, but no
snogging, not yet hehehe**

**Anyways… please remember this: this story is** **AU** **you know, ALTERNATE UNIVERSE!
Some of you neglected my author’s note before and you were all confused in your reviews!**

**Again, thanks to research_dome from portkey for her awesome brit picking, and now… ON WITH
THE FIC! ;)**

“Free from what? A dragon?” a familiar voice came from behind her. “Or a certain nosy reporter
turned editor that we all know and tremendously dislike?” Harry’s green eyes were twinkling as he
laughed.

“Are you following me?” Hermione asked, not really annoyed.

“Maybe,” Harry returned, coming up to her. “Actually, I have a question to ask you.”

“What’s that?” Hermione shifted her bag.

“This is completely crazy,” Harry took her by the arm and began to lead her down the street.
“But if I don’t ask this I’ll always wonder what might have happened.”

“The suspense is killing me,” Hermione joked, but she felt a tinge of red appear on her
cheeks.

“I…” Harry paused for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to ask his question. “I was
thinking when I was walking over here… I’ve really enjoyed talking to you today. And I don’t really
want that to end.”

“I’ve enjoyed talking with you too,” Hermione replied.

Harry grinned. “Well, here’s what I was thinking. Tonight, instead of you taking a hotel room,
we just spend the entire night together.”

Hermione felt her jaw go slack, and the tinge of red was now a full flush. “What?” she
asked.

“Well here, just hear me out,” Harry stopped and put both his hands on her shoulders. “What if,
somewhere down the line, you get married, and one day you look at your husband and wonder what you
missed out on in life by settling with him.” Harry grinned again. “In a sense of speaking, I’m
doing you a huge favour by asking you this!”

Hermione looked down. “I don’t know,” she mumbled but she was secretly pleased.

“How about this- we just go walk around London, and if you find me boring or psychotic… you can
go get your hotel room and you’ll never have to see me again.” He grinned once more, hoping she
would say yes. Harry had never been so intrigued by a woman before and he wanted things to keep
going.

Hermione bit her lower lip. He certainly had a point, and goodness knows she *wanted* to
get to know him better. “Okay,” she heard herself agree, suddenly feeling impulsive.

“Really?” he asked, his eyes growing bright.

“Yeah,” she said, her lips curving out in a smile. “I mean, like you said… one never knows what
they might be missing out on… and I don’t want this all to end either,” she felt shy
momentarily.

“Great,” Harry said, relieved. “What station are you leaving from tomorrow?”

“Victoria, at half past nine,” she answered.

“How about we go get some Muggle pounds, drop our bags off in a locker at the station, and then
head out into the city?” Harry asked.

“That sounds good to me,” Hermione replied. “I’d like to change out of these clothes too.”

“Okay,” Harry was eager. He reached down and took her bag as they walked back up the street
together. They had no problems exchanging Wizard Galleons for Muggle pounds and were soon tucked
away in a taxi speeding towards Victoria Station.

“What do you want to do tonight?” Hermione asked.

“I don’t know yet,” Harry answered sheepishly, running his hand through his hair. “I didn’t
really… plan this out.”

“I’ve never been this impulsive,” Hermione confessed.

“I’ve always been able to come up with something,” Harry replied. “I promise, this won’t be a
dull evening,”

“I’m holding you to that now,” Hermione replied as they pulled up to Victoria. She disappeared
into the women’s room while Harry went looking for a locker. Hermione changed into jeans and a
natural coloured Irish knit jumper. She let her hair out of the bun and pulled it back at the
sides, letting her locks fall down her back. Taking a quick look at herself in the mirror, she let
out a deep breath and hurried out of the restroom.

Harry struggled to fit both bags into the locker; it was one of those times when magic would
have been most useful except for the fact they were in an extremely Muggle area. “All…most…got it!”
he said triumphantly as both bags slid in.

“Very impressive,” Hermione clapped her hands wryly.

“Thank you, thank you.” Harry took a mock bow. “Shall we leave, my lady?” he grinned at her and
was pleased to see her blush.

Once they had bought passes to use the Underground, they found some seats near the end of the
train and settled down for the ride. “I have an idea,” Harry said.

“What’s that?” Hermione asked.

“A game,” he replied, grinning. “We ask each other questions, any questions, and the other has
to answer them honestly. I mean, we hardly know one another…”

“Okay,” Hermione agreed. “Maybe I can find out something sordid…” she joked and they both
laughed.

“Me first,” Harry sat back. “Hmmm… who and where was your first kiss?”

Hermione smiled. “My first kiss was in my backyard at age twelve with the neighbour boy… we both
wanted to know what it was like so we… just sort of kissed in my backyard.” She playfully punched
him in the shoulder as he began to laugh. “We were *experimenting*!” she said in her own
defence.

“I can see you doing that,” he was still laughing minutes later.

“Bloody hell,” Hermione muttered, turning red. “Am I that bad?”

“No, I was just kidding!” Harry stopped chortling and looked apologetic. “I’m really sorry…” he
put his hand on her shoulder.

“It’s all right,” Hermione gave him a wicked smile. “My turn…”

“I know that sort of look,” Harry pretended to be worried.

“Tell me something about yourself… that no one knows.” Hermione grinned coyly.

“Something about me that no one knows?” Harry asked. “That’s easy!”

“It is?” Hermione seemed slightly dismayed.

“Yup,” Harry leaned closer to her. “There’s something I really, really like and I’ve never told
anyone about it…”

“Why not?” she asked.

“Because then I’d be lying about this answer,” he made a face and she snickered. “I really…
really… like….” He brought his face closer and closer to hers with each word. “Bananas.”

At first Hermione thought she’d heard him wrong… after all, having a handsome man like Harry sit
so close to her it was no wonder her mind was thinking of things other than their game. “Bananas?”
she finally repeated.

“Yup, I love bananas,” Harry seemed quite pleased with himself.

“And… no one knows this?” Hermione asked in disbelief.

“Well now you do, but before this I never told anyone.” Harry answered.

“I don’t believe you,” Hermione countered.

“Well I’m sorry, I can’t help that,” Harry brought his arms up over his head and stretched,
allowing his shirt to ride up and expose his abs. “It’s my turn,”

“No, it’s not because you’re not being honest!” Hermione exclaimed. “And you were the one who
came up with the rules!”

“Hermione,” Harry grinned. “I swear to you, on my Firebolt broom, the best one in the world,
that I am not lying to you.” He took her hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing her fingers
softly.

“Well… um…” Hermione was at a loss for words. “I guess you can get away with it *once*…”
she conceded.

Harry nodded, biting his lower lip to keep from grinning again. “Okay,” he thought for a few
minutes. “Have you ever gone skinny dipping?”

“What?” Hermione turned extremely red. Harry started to laugh as she stammered.

“Come on, haven’t you ever gone skinny dipping?” Harry teased.

“No!” she managed to utter. “Honestly!”

“Why not?” Harry leaned back, putting his arm across the back of her seat.

“Because,” Hermione seemed insulted. “I don’t DO things like that!”

“Oh it’s not as bad as you might think,” Harry replied. “I’ve only done it once and it was quite
enjoyable.”

“With one of your many girlfriends I assume,” Hermione shot back, pushing a piece of hair from
her eyes.

“Maybe,” Harry sent a smirk her way. “Jealous?”

“Hardly!” Hermione scoffed. She turned and was looking away from Harry when she felt him lean
close.

“Maybe we should try it tonight,” his breath tickled her ear as she sat up straight, her
breathing becoming shallow. ‘Why did Harry have such an effect on her?’ she wondered. It wasn’t the
fame, Hermione knew that. She wasn’t a fickle type of girl at all…

“What do you say?” Harry persisted, still leaning close to her. He was only half joking, he’d
only known this woman for a few hours yet he felt a closeness to her that he’d never gotten from
another female before.

“Harry…” her face was so red now she looked like she had a fever. “I… I don’t…”

“I was kidding,” Harry backed away. “I’m sorry; I didn’t know you’d take me that seriously…”

“It’s all right,” Hermione said. “Um… my turn?” she tried to change the subject.

“Sure,” Harry replied.

“Okay,” she thought for a moment, and then turned to him. “Have you ever dated one of your fans,
and if you did, what was the worst date with her?”

“Direct, aren’t you?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” Hermione replied smugly. “Answer it, HONESTLY…”

“Fine,” Harry said. “I’ll have you know that this is extremely embarrassing…”

“Ooh!” Hermione turned so that she was fully facing him. “Exactly what I was hoping for!”

He aimed a playful sneer at her. “Yes, I dated a fan. Once, and only once—and I’ll never do it
again!”

“Was it that bad?” Hermione asked.

“You have *no* idea!” Harry said. “All right, her name was Veronica, she came to our
matches AND our practices, and she would almost follow me into the locker room. The guys on the
team urged me to take her out to get her off our backs, so I agreed.”

“Go on,” Hermione urged when he looked like he was going to stop.

“Well, we went out that same day I asked her. It was obvious from the start, at least to me,
that it was going to be a one time thing. All she wanted to know about was my fame… she didn’t care
about me at all.” Harry paused for a moment. “She got me to go to a dance club, and once we got
there she pulled me on the dance floor and showed me off like a trophy. I finally broke away and
went to the loo, and when I came back Veronica was bragging to all her friends there that she would
be shagging me that evening.” Hermione gasped and he gave her a grim smile. “I took off right then
and there, not caring what she’d say if she came back to the field.”

“That’s awful,” Hermione replied sympathetically.

“Well, it gets worse- she *did* show up at the field. She actually had the nerve to scream
at me that I ditched her and how humiliated she was when I never came back from the bathroom.”
Harry ran a hand through his hair. “I told her that I’d overheard her and that I no longer wanted
her anywhere near me.”

“What did she do?” Hermione asked curiously.

“She cursed me,” Harry exclaimed. “She jinxed my broom before a match and almost cost us the
game.” He shook his head ruefully. “I was nearly thrown off and killed… after that I decided to
never go there again.”

“Good idea,” Hermione replied, sitting back. “You’ll be happy to know then that I’m not a fan of
yours.”

“I appreciate that more than you’ll ever know,” Harry replied, snickering. “Anyways, where are
we going? We’ve been riding on this thing for a half hour now.”

“I don’t know,” Hermione got up and looked at the diagram above the seats, trying to figure out
what station they were coming to. Harry stood up as well, coming right up next to her.

“I think we’re here,” Harry said, purposefully putting his hand on her waist as the train
pitched them back and forth unsteadily.

“I think so too,” Hermione fell back against him as the car lurched once more. “Sorry,” she
murmured, her face red.

“It’s all right,” Harry said. “I don’t mind, but maybe next time I can fall on you,” he said in
her ear.

“Are you flirting with me, Harry?” she turned and realised her face was mere inches from
his.

“I’ve been flirting with you all day and you’re just now noticing?” Harry grinned back.

“Honestly,” Hermione replied, her face turning an interesting shade of reddish purple.

“What, you don’t like it?” Harry asked as the Underground screeched to a stop and they slipped
through the doors.

“I didn’t say that,” Hermione replied, trying to be coy. If Harry wanted to play this game… she
could certainly attempt to play it too.

“So you *are* enjoying it?” Harry turned and began to walk backwards so he could face
her.

“I didn’t say that either,” she said pertly as she looked him straight in the eye.

Harry stopped in the middle of the crowded station and Hermione walked straight into him.
“Bumping into me again, is this becoming a habit of yours?”

“You seem to like it enough,” Hermione replied boldly. She smiled up as Harry grinned down at
her, his face inching closer. His lips were about to brush hers when she pulled back. “We should
really get outside, I need some fresh air.” Hermione smirked at him and turned on her heel.

“What…” Harry stood with his jaw open and began to follow her up the stairs and out of the
station. The Tower Bridge loomed in front of them; the amazing structure seemed to touch the
sky.

“I love this bridge,” Hermione said as they walked alongside the Thames River. “My great- great
grandfather helped build it.”

“Really?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” Hermione replied. “I mean, I just think it’s so remarkable that he helped in the building
of such a landmark.” She leaned on the railing and let the cool air blow her hair out behind
her.

Harry came up next to her, touching her shoulder with his. “It’s too late to go in there,” he
jerked his head in the direction of the Tower of London.

“That’s all right. You’re being spared a history lesson,” Hermione teased.

Harry smiled at her. “You want to get a drink instead?” he nodded at a pub on the other side of
the bridge.

“Sure,” Hermione agreed as they crossed the bridge to the small restaurant/bar on the other
side. She sat down while Harry went to the bar and came back with two pints of bitter. “Thank
you.”

“Welcome,” Harry replied, sliding into the booth across from her. “So, what school did you go to
anyway? I’m sure if you went to Hogwarts I would have seen you.”

“Beauxbatons,” Hermione replied. “I lived near Surrey until I was nine, then we moved to France
until I was nineteen.”

“But you were raised a Muggle right?” Harry asked, sipping his beer.

“Yes,” Hermione replied. “No one was more surprised than I was to get my letter saying I was a
witch.”

“That’s because you weren’t there when I got my letter,” Harry replied. He told her of how his
aunt and uncle tried to keep his ancestry from him, until the Hogwarts groundskeeper Hagrid had
come to retrieve him.

“I can’t believe your aunt and uncle would keep such a thing from you!” Hermione exclaimed
furiously.

“They hate any and all things magical, and that includes me. I couldn’t wait to get out of
there,” Harry replied.

“I don’t blame you,” Hermione said. “Honestly! Muggles shouldn’t be afraid of magic!”

“They’re worse than Muggles, they’re…” Harry shook his head. “I don’t have a bad enough word to
describe what I think of them.”

Hermione nodded pensively. “You don’t seem worse the wear for it.”

Harry shrugged. “I had some good friends at Hogwarts, and the headmaster and I were close… I got
through everything just fine.” Hermione knew what he was referring to- his battles with
Voldemort.

“That’s good,” she said simply, not wanting to spend their night rehashing things best left in
the past.

They were both silent for awhile as they drank their pints. Hermione casually tried to study
Harry across the booth.

His hair was impossibly messy, spiky pieces sticking out in every direction, and she thought
that was cute. It gave him a boyish quality which was only complimented by his bright green eyes
and lopsided grin. He had round black frames that slipped down his nose constantly, and wore a grey
jumper over blue jeans.

All in all, Hermione had to admit it made for an extremely handsome and charming man.

“What?” Harry was looking back at her now, amusement written clear across his face.

“What?” Hermione jumped and spilled some of her drink.

“You were staring at me,” Harry pointed out.

“I was not,” Hermione replied quickly. “I was… staring… off into space!”

“Right,” Harry snorted.

“Well what if I was?” Hermione asked.

“I wasn’t going to complain,” Harry said. “You can stare all you want.”

“Maybe I will then,” Hermione lifted her chin and gave him a pointed look. Harry’s eyes met hers
and they stared at one another.

“I’ll have you know that I’m a champion at this game,” Hermione said, not breaking eye
contact.

“That’s nice,” Harry replied mildly. “I’ve never played it. Never had such gorgeous eyes to look
into before.”

Hermione blushed but didn’t look away. “I thought you said you weren’t charming.”

Harry grinned and Hermione had to fight her own smile. “I may have to rethink that comment,
won’t I?” He raised his pint and began to sip, when the bitter went straight down the wrong
pipe.

Hermione jumped over to the other side of the table as Harry coughed violently. She patted his
back hard. “Are you all right?” she asked anxiously as he tried to breathe normally.

“I will be,” He wheezed, his eyes watering. Subconsciously, Hermione began to rub his back in
small, comforting circles as he wiped at his eyes and slid his glasses back on.

“Are you sure?” she asked, peering up at his emerald orbs.

“Yeah,” Harry coughed once more. “Thanks,” he muttered.

Hermione slid over, but didn’t go back to her side of the booth. “Maybe I should sit over here
just in case,” she teased, pulling her pint over in front of her.

“Ha,” Harry said, sending her a smirk. “You’re so clever, Hermione.”

“So I’ve been told. And I believe I have just won yet another staring contest.” She grinned
smugly.

“But I choked, I couldn’t help it!” Harry claimed. “I demand a rematch!”

“Maybe later,” Hermione sipped at her drink again. “For now I’d like to revel in the fact that
the famous Harry Potter has lost to a woman. Cheers!” she held up her glass.

“Well then I suppose I should ask what you want for your prize.” Harry grinned.



3. Chapter 3
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Thanks to all you guys who took the time to review! I’m really happy you guys are all enjoying
this story so far! I listed everyone who reviewed at the bottom, if I missed you please forgive me!
I promise to list you next time! :D

As always, thanks to **research_dome** for her fabulous beta job! This story wouldn’t be
nearly as Brit without her help! ;)

Chapter 3

“Hmmm,” Hermione thought for a minute. “I know!” she exclaimed, jumping out of the booth and
grabbing his hand. “We have to go over by Westminster!”

“What’s over there?” Harry asked as she pulled him out of the pub and back across the Tower
Bridge.

“The London Eye!” Hermione replied excitedly. “I’ve only been on it once and that was a long
time ago… you’re going to love it!”

Harry allowed himself to be yanked along behind her as they got back on the Underground and rode
across seven different stops until they got off near Westminster.

“Is that…” he looked up at the gigantic Ferris Wheel.

“The London Eye,” Hermione answered. “Come on!” she paid for two tickets and they got into one
of the cars. “We’re lucky; usually there are tons of people in line for this. Everyone must be at
supper by now.” It was already close to sunset.

“Uh huh,” Harry answered, suddenly feeling queasy. He sat down next to Hermione, who was
bouncing on the seat like a young child. “Uh… how far up does this go?”

“About 135 metres, I believe.” Hermione answered, looking out the window as the car began to
rise up. She got off the seat and stood by the door, looking down as the car got higher and higher.
“Harry come and see the city!”

“Um… no that’s okay.” Harry replied. Hermione finally turned around and for the first time
noticed that Harry was really quite pale.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, concerned.

“Well…” Harry felt stupid. “I… I really hate heights.”

“What?” Hermione looked dumbstruck. “You… YOU are afraid of heights? Harry if you hate heights
why do you play Quidditch?”

“When I’m on a broom I’m fine! I have total control!” Harry defended himself. “On this… what if
the car falls off and goes crashing to the ground or something?”

Hermione tried not to laugh but failed miserably. “Oh Harry, I’m sorry,” she said when she saw
the annoyed look on his face. “These cars are held by the strongest cables in the world. I don’t
think a giant could rip them off, much less have them fall off on their own. This machine is very
well maintained, trust me,” she sat down and squeezed his hand.

“I do better on the ground,” he mumbled but he smiled back at her. “Well, now you know something
about me that no one else in the world knows… I’m afraid of heights.”

“Oh so you WERE lying earlier about the bananas!” Hermione shot back, but she was laughing. “I
KNEW it!”

“No I wasn’t!” Harry replied. “I’ve never told anyone else that I like bananas, but only because
no one’s ever ASKED me if I like bananas!”

“Honestly,” Hermione tried to look huffy but she was still laughing. She got up and went back to
the window. “Come and look Harry, I promise we won’t fall!” they were now very near the top of the
Eye.

“All right,” Harry got up and inched over to where she stood. “This isn’t so bad,” he said,
looking out at the city but not looking down.

“See?” Hermione said happily. At that moment, the Eye gave a lurch and their car stuck at the
very top and didn’t move.

“What was that?” Harry asked, feeling suddenly panicked.

“I don’t know,” Hermione peered down. “I think we’re stuck…”

“Stuck?” Harry asked, his face going ashen as he sat back down.

“It’s all right Harry,” Hermione said calmly. “This does happen sometimes, it doesn’t mean that
we’re going to fall, or anything is really wrong.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, still pale.

“I’m totally, absolutely, undeniably positive,” Hermione replied, sitting next to him. She
looked at his profile and felt something in her stomach turn at the scared little boy look. Leaning
forward, she cupped his chin in her hand and brushed her lips over his cheek in a soft, reassuring
kiss.

Harry felt her lips and turned to look at her, surprised to see her face still so close to his.
Their eyes met and he could feel soft puffs of her breath on his face. Harry felt his hand moving
up to caress her skin, and then Hermione’s eyes fluttered closed. He looked at her for a long
moment then leaned in and touched his lips to hers.

Hermione felt his mouth brush against hers as his fingers slid around to tangle in her thick
mass of hair. Their noses bumped and they pulled away and laughed softly.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile now,” Harry said, his fingers still moving in her
hair.

“Me too,” Hermione replied. He grinned again and moved back in, covering her mouth with his
again. Harry kissed her firmly as she slid her arms around his neck. It soon grew more passionate
and he touched the tip of his tongue to her lips, and she immediately opened up to him, pushing her
mouth harder against his.

Harry let out a soft groan as her fingers ran through his hair. He swept his tongue through her
mouth, easing her down on the hard plastic seat. He pulled one hand from her locks and moved it
down her side, his fingers trailing over her jumper.

Hermione suppressed a quiver as she felt his hand move over her body. ‘*Merlin’s beard… I
think I’m falling in love with Harry Potter…*’

The Eye gave another lurch and the car began moving back down towards the ground. Harry and
Hermione broke apart and sat up, grinning sheepishly at one another. She blushed and straightened
out her sweater, aware that her lips were very swollen at the moment.

“Sorry,” Harry said, running his thumb over her lower lip.

“For what?” Hermione asked, sliding over closer to him. “That was nice,”

“Just nice?” Harry teased, putting his arm around her. “I think that was damn near the best snog
I’ve ever had.”

“Me too,” Hermione leaned her head on his shoulder. They stayed that way until their car reached
the ground and Harry was first to jump out.

“This is where I like my feet!” He announced, stamping both of them on the cement.

Hermione laughed and thanked the vendor. “Come on, Braveheart,” she kidded. Harry made a face at
her and threw his arm around her shoulders.

“I’ll bet I look better in a kilt than he does,” he replied.

“Ooh, want to back that up?” Hermione said.

“Not really,” Harry smirked back and gave her a quick kiss. They walked back towards
Westminster, chatting casually. The sun dipped completely down behind the horizon and Hermione
shivered at the loss of heat. “Cold?” Harry wrapped both his arms around her.

“A little,” Hermione replied, leaning into his embrace. He rubbed her arms briskly.

“How about going for some coffee?” he asked.

“That would be wonderful,” Hermione snuggled against him as they walked down the street. They
stopped at the first café they saw.

“I think there’s only outside tables,” Harry looked at her apologetically.

“It’s all right,” Hermione answered. “Once I get something warm inside me I’ll be fine.”

“Is that so?” Harry asked, giving her a wicked smile. “I’m pretty warm you know,” Hermione
smacked his shoulder.

“I didn’t mean *that*!” she said, but she was grinning. “Maybe later,” she teased and Harry
laughed.

“I going to remember what you told me just now,” he said as they sat down.

“You do that,” she said back as they moved their chairs so they were next to one another. A
waitress came over and they both ordered regular strong coffees.

Harry took her slim hand in his and squeezed it, trying to warm her up. “Can I tell you a
secret?” he asked.

“Sure,” Hermione replied. He pulled her closer to him but instead of whispering in her ear he
turned and kissed her gently on the lips. Hermione smiled, using her other hand to run her thumb
along his jaw line. He pressed small, soft kisses on her mouth; then finally pulled back and rested
his forehead on hers.

“I can’t believe it was only earlier today we had never met before,” Harry said.

Hermione laughed, her eyes still closed. “It seems like two weeks ago now. A lot has happened
since then,” she opened her eyes and he grinned and gave her another quick kiss.

They pulled apart but Hermione still leaned against him as the waitress brought them their
coffee. As she sipped the hot drink, her eyes watched a fortune teller make her way around the
tables, reading people’s palms. “Look,” she nudged Harry’s shoulder. “Divination…”

Harry rolled his eyes and grinned at her. “I didn’t take you for the type to be interested in
that sort of thing,” he said.

“Oh I’m not,” Hermione replied. “But I do think it’s funny to watch them walk around and act
like they really can predict what will happen in the future.” At that moment, the other woman
turned and her eyes met Hermione’s.

The fortune teller wore her hair in jet black cascading waves down to the waist and she had tiny
bangs that framed her open features. Her eyes were doe-like and had a twinkle of sincerity behind
them. She wore a maroon gown that was beaded on the sleeves and the neckline. Her long skirt was of
the same colour and was beaded throughout as well.

She began making her way over to Harry and Hermione’s table. Once she was standing directly in
front of them, she stopped and took a bow. “I am Madame Tanya,” she said, standing back up. “Which
of your palms will I be reading tonight?”

“Mine,” Hermione piped up, clearly amused. “How much?”

“Ten pounds for you,” Madame Tanya said, sitting down in a chair.

“All right,” Hermione said, shooting a look at Harry. He wore a smirk as he sat back.

“Give me your hand,” Madame Tanya said, offering hers. Hermione placed her palm in the other
woman’s and she began to run her finger over the lines. “I see you with another man this evening…
you have decided to spend one night together and one night only.”

Harry’s eyes widened and Hermione turned to look at him. “Wow,” she mouthed and he nodded.

Madame Tanya suddenly smiled and leaned over to Hermione. “I have already seen as well that you
have fallen in love with this man,” she whispered so only Hermione could hear. “This night will
mark in a momentous occasion for both of you,” she then said, in a normal voice. She smiled at
Hermione and got up, her dress swishing as she walked away.

“Well,” Hermione said finally. “A momentous occasion?”

“That’s such a safe bet,” Harry replied. “That’s the most general statement those fortune
tellers can make. It’s like saying a person will win a lottery or a contest…”

“But what about her knowing we are only spending tonight together?” Hermione countered.

“Lucky guess,” Harry replied. “Besides, I thought you didn’t like Divination.”

“I don’t,” Hermione said. “But that doesn’t dispute the fact that she *knew* about our
night.”

“Like I said, lucky guess- people like that have general things to tell people that are vague
enough to be true. Sometimes they hit one on the mark and other times they don’t.” Harry
argued.

“Honestly, it was all in good fun, I don’t know why you’re overanalyzing it.” Hermione gave him
a challenging look.

“I’m not overanalyzing it!” Harry protested.

“You are too,” Hermione said.

“I am not!” Harry replied.

“You are too!” Hermione said louder.

“I am NOT!” Harry nearly shouted.

“You are too,” Hermione replied in the same pert tone she had used earlier that day. “And now
we’re acting like children.”

“We are not!” Harry said, taking a large gulp of coffee.

“Are you going to disagree with me on everything for the rest of the night now?” Hermione
asked.

“No,” Harry replied quickly.

“You just did,” Hermione pointed out.

“No I didn’t!” Harry exclaimed.

“You just did it again,” Hermione tried hard not to smile.

“I did…” Harry saw the corner of her mouth quirk up and grinned. “What are we fighting
about?”

“I don’t know,” Hermione was laughing. “But you were so cute and pouty!”

“Well I’ve found that being cute and pouty will get me what I want,” Harry replied.

“Oh? And what is it you want right now Mr. Potter?” Hermione teased.

“Come here and I’ll tell you,” Harry said, leaning over to her. She smiled, knowing exactly what
he wanted, and was proved right seconds later when he started kissing her. His tongue flicked
across her lower lip and Hermione willingly opened her mouth to him, his thumb making its move
stroking over her cheek again.

She let out a soft sigh into his mouth and it was in that instant Harry realised he was falling
in love with Hermione. He was falling in love, and he liked it.

“Come on,” he said, finally breaking apart. “Let’s finish the coffee and walk around some more,”
Harry squeezed her hand.

“All right,” Hermione said, trying to regain her breath. They drained their cups and Harry
pulled her body next to his as they left the café.

“Still cold?” he asked.

“No,” Hermione replied.

“Ah, so I can take my arm down now?” Harry asked.

“Don’t you dare!” Hermione said. She snuggled herself into him and held onto his arm.

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4. Chapter 4
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Thanks again everyone for your fantastic reviews! I listed everyone at the end, and if I missed
you I apologise, let me know and I’ll be sure and put you in next time.

A few of you commented on the price that the fortune teller charged Hermione to have her palm
read. My answer: Come on, haven’t you ever been overcharged for something fun? Those people usually
are scammers, and are just looking for money- plus, it was one of those nights where you just let
things come as they are, and that includes a lot of money spending. Those Galleons are worth a lot
of pounds aren’t they ;)onl

As always, thanks so much to research_dome for her brit picking!

Chapter 4

“So,” Hermione said as they walked along the semi busy streets.

“So, what?” Harry asked, when she said nothing else after a few moments. He could tell whatever
it was she had to say she had been thinking about for awhile.

“I was just wondering… what made you decide to follow me today to ask me to spend tonight with
you?” Hermione chewed on her lower lip as she looked up at him.

Harry seemed surprised at her question. “Well… I’m not totally sure,” he replied, absentmindedly
squeezing her shoulders. “I was attracted to you right from the start, to be honest. When you came
in that room with your hair pulled back and that coffee stain on your blouse… there was just
something about you I found intriguing.”

“I was SO embarrassed when I saw that stain!” Hermione covered her face with her hands and Harry
laughed. “Once I was at Hogarth’s I charmed it off.”

“Well, it was that, the ink stains on your fingers, and those fake glasses you were wearing.”
Harry smiled. “And then later on when I was talking to you while we were having lunch… I just had
this feeling that I needed to get to know you better. So here we are…”

“Here we are,” Hermione turned and raised herself up to kiss him briefly. “You want to know what
my first impression of you was?”

“Sure,” Harry replied as they began walking again.

“When I first walked into that hotel room, and I saw you laying on the couch while you made
Colin pick up the room, I thought you were a lazy self centred git.” Hermione started to laugh and
Harry looked shocked.

“Hey I was tired!” he said in his defence. “I was hassled all morning by reporters much more
vicious than you and it wears me out sometimes!”

“Well that was just my first impression.” Hermione replied. “Once we started talking I realised
I was wrong and that you weren’t self centred at all. Just the git part was right,” she started
laughing again and Harry growled playfully and grabbed her around the waist.

“I’ll show you a git,” he said, tickling her sides. Hermione began to laugh harder and her eyes
watered as Harry continued to squeeze her.

“Stop!” she shrieked, trying to catch her breath as Harry let up a little on his assault.

“Why?” Harry asked, grinning. “I’m just living up to my new reputation here.”

“Honestly!” Hermione finally pushed him away, still laughing as she wiped her eyes. “Anyways,
you were a git until you kissed me.”

“Oh really,” Harry replied, turning around to face her. She grinned up at him as he bent down
and pressed his mouth to hers. Hermione’s hands moved up his chest and her fingers buried
themselves in his hair. She opened her mouth and flicked her tongue out against his lips; Harry was
pleasantly surprised at her initiative and wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her body up
hard against his. His hand trailed up her back to tangle in her long hair, the bushy yet soft
strands sliding through his fingers.

“What does that make me now?” he asked breathlessly, finally pulling away from her.

“A prat who can kiss really well?” she offered back. Harry looked back at her as his jaw fell
and Hermione began to laugh. “You’re so cute when you’re shocked. I can’t resist!”

“Honestly,” Harry mocked her, but he wasn’t angry. He kissed her again and they resumed
walking.

“You never really answered my question earlier,” Hermione said.

“What question?” Harry asked.

“The one about why you decided to ask me to spend tonight with you,” Hermione replied.

“Yes I did,” Harry said.

“No, you just said you found me intriguing and attractive.” Hermione said.

“Women!” Harry threw his hands up in the air. “Always wanting a direct bloody answer!” Hermione
shot him an innocent smile and he shook his head. “I find you more than attractive, when you walked
in that room this morning, I thought you were one of the most gorgeous women I’ve ever seen. The
coffee stain, the ink smudges… it really appealed to me- it made you real.” Harry ran his hand
through his hair. “And then later on when I talked to you and realised you didn’t enjoy talking to
me because of my name and what comes with it… made me want to get to know you even more.”

Hermione felt her eyes swell with tears at Harry’s words as he went on, but she no longer heard
him. “Harry,” she said softly, putting her hand on his arm. “That’s… did you mean what you just
said?”

He looked down and noticed her tears. “Yes,” he muttered.

Hermione flew forward and hugged him so hard he was nearly knocked off his feet. “That is
without a doubt the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” the tears ran down her cheeks and
disappeared into his sweater.

Harry was amazed that no one would have told Hermione before what an incredible person she was.
“Hey,” he said, bringing his arms up around her. “Come on, I’m not good with crying girls,” Harry
joked.

“I’m sorry,” Hermione pulled away and wiped at her eyes. Harry used his thumb to brush across
her cheek as she smiled. “I’m not normally so emotional,”

“Sure you aren’t,” Harry teased. “I meant what I said just now… all that was true.”

“Thank you,” Hermione hugged him again. She clasped his hand tightly in hers and they resumed
walking. “Can we go get something hot to drink again?” she asked. The coffee they’d had only an
hour earlier was no longer warming her inside out.

“Sure,” Harry said. He laced his fingers with hers, squeezing her hand.

“Bloody Muggles,” Hermione said as she shivered. “Why don’t they have cloaks come into fashion?
I don’t even own a coat anymore.” Early fall in England could sometimes be as cold as a winter
day.

Harry grinned over at her, pulling her body next to his. “If I didn’t know better I’d swear you
were just saying that so you could get close to me,” he teased.

“I don’t need to be cold to get close to you, at least not now,” Hermione answered as coyly as
possible.

Harry made a face at her. “Good point,” he kissed the side of her head as they saw a little pub
a block away. He pulled her over to it and they went inside.

The place was warm, and there were several people gathered at tables crowded near the walls and
a cluster in the centre of the room. There was a man singing up on a small stage, with his guitar
as his only accompaniment. Harry ran his hands up and down Hermione’s arms, trying to stop her
shivering.

“All right?” he tried to speak in her ear but had to shout due to the loud noise.

“Yes,” she replied. “What do you want?” she asked, nodding her head at the bar.

“Surprise me,” Harry said, grinning as he watched Hermione approach the bar. His eyes roamed up
and down her body as she leaned against the wood, talking to the bartender. He suppressed a large
smile as he thought about still having hours on end to spend with Hermione and just the simple fact
that he’d fallen in love with someone for the first time in his life.

Hermione waited patiently as the bartender got the drinks she ordered. She was unconsciously
moving her body slightly to the music and was thinking about Harry, and therefore didn’t notice
when someone sat down on the stool next to her.

“Hello there,” a male voice said in her ear. She looked over with a smile, thinking it was Harry
and was surprised when an unfamiliar face grinned into hers.

“Hello,” Hermione replied politely. She didn’t want to be rude but she didn’t want to encourage
interest from anyone else either.

“I’m not normally the type to walk right up to a girl and introduce myself,” the man said. “You
just looked like a really nice person though.” He held out his hand. “I’m Mark.”

“Hermione,” she shook his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, you too!” Mark gazed at her with a familiar look in his eyes and Hermione turned back,
wishing the bartender would hurry up with her drinks.

Harry watched Hermione with the other guy, crossing his arms over his chest. A sudden, sickening
feeling rose in his stomach and he pushed it away. ‘*I am not jealous, I am not jealous, I am not
jealous…*’ It would be positively ridiculous for Harry to be jealous of this other man. Hermione
was spending the night with *him*, not this other guy. He bit his lower lip, trying to tell
himself that it didn’t matter; Hermione wasn’t interested in someone else…” Harry was amazed at how
suddenly scared he was about losing Hermione.

“I’m just being stupid,” he muttered to himself. “I have no right to ask Hermione not to look at
another guy.”

Hermione was growing impatient and was about to snap at Mark when the bartender finally
returned. “Thank you,” she said to the bartender. “Nice meeting you,” she said to Mark, cutting him
off mid-sentence. She looked up at Harry with exasperation in her eyes as she handed him his
beer.

“Sorry, I didn’t know the bartender would take so long.” She said, sipping from her own bottle.
“I mean- two bloody bottles of beer!” Hermione shook her head.

“Who…” Harry started but his throat was dry so he took a quick swig. “Who was that guy up
there?” he asked, trying to sound casual.

“What?” Hermione seemed surprised at his question. “Oh, just some guy named Mark.” She replied
with a wave of her hand. “He came up and introduced himself to me.”

“Really,” Harry said, trying desperately to keep that casual tone.

“Really,” Hermione repeated, looking up at him. She stared at him for a minute and then her jaw
dropped open. “You’re jealous!”

“I am not!” Harry denied, too quickly. “I’m just curious that’s all.”

“Oh Harry,” Hermione set her bottle down and hugged him. “That’s really sweet,” she leaned up
and kissed him.

“I’m not jealous,” Harry repeated. “It’s not my place to be jealous.”

“What do you mean?” Hermione asked. “Of course it’s your place.” She smiled up at him. “Or are
you forgetting that you’re stuck with me tonight? The entire night… you and me, me and you,” she
said in a sing song voice that made Harry’s mouth twitch.

“Bloody hell woman,” he gave her a full fledge grin a few minutes later when she wound her arms
around his waist. “If I’d known how flirtatious you really are I’d…”

“You’d what?” Hermione rested her chin on his chest and looked up at him. “There are lots of
things I wager you don’t know about me yet.”

“That’s very interesting,” Harry said, chugging back on his beer. “Care to indulge me?”

“Oh, perhaps,” Hermione raised herself up and pressed her lips to his, while moving both his
hands around her waist. “Maybe not in public,” she almost purred and Harry nearly knocked over the
table.

“Hermione!” Harry was shocked.

“What?” she asked innocently.

“I… nothing… I guess,” Harry stammered, sucking back more of his drink. He shook his head at
her, and she grinned back. They drank the rest of their beer in silence, and left the bottles on
the table as they departed the pub without so much as a glance at the bar where Mark still stood,
waiting for Hermione to come back.

Once outside, Harry began to laugh loudly. “Did you know he was watching us the entire time?” he
asked.

“Yes,” Hermione replied. “Honestly, he just wouldn’t shut up when I was standing there even
though I think I said about 5 words to him,” she looped her arm through Harry’s. “I had to put on a
little show to get him off my case.”

Harry snorted. “I think it worked,” he said.

“I think so too,” Hermione answered, putting her head on his shoulder. “What do you want to
do?”

“I don’t know,” Harry answered. “I’m hungry.”

“Why didn’t you eat anything at the pub?” Hermione asked, not removing her head from his
shoulder as she looked up at him.

“Because pub food is disgusting,” Harry answered.

“I thought guys weren’t picky about what they ate, as long as it was edible,” Hermione replied
back smartly.

Harry snickered. “Perhaps some guys are. I like my food with flavour in it.”

“Well Picky, it looks like all the good restaurants are closed,” Hermione said, patting his arm
in mock sympathy.

“There’s always one left open,” Harry said, pulling her down the street. His stomach was
growling pitifully as he saw lights coming through a foggy window. “Just like I said!” he smirked
at her.

“Well who’s the bloody genius now,” Hermione quipped back as they went inside the warm all night
café. “I have to use the loo,” she kissed him briefly and went to the back of the room.

She closed and locked the door to the single bathroom behind her, turning on the yellow light.
Hermione stared at herself in the mirror for a few minutes, and then jumped up and down as a huge
smile stretched across her lips. Splashing cold water on her face, she reflected back on their
evening so far.

She simply could not believe what was happening to her. Hermione Eliana Granger, a woman who
focused on nothing but work, had no time for guys, had no time for appearances, had fallen head
over knickers in love with (and this made her laugh) a Quidditch player. And not just *any*
Quidditch player, but Harry Potter, bloody *Harry Potter*… Hermione brushed at her hair with
her fingers, wishing for once it was straight.

“There’s nothing saying he feels the same way about you,” she told her reflection. “Just take
what you can tonight and walk away with it tomorrow, knowing that you spent a night with a guy who
likes you for you.”

“Everything all right?” Harry asked minutes later when she slid into the booth. He looked up
from his menu and smiled at her.

“Yes,” Hermione replied, tossing her bag next to her.

“Good,” Harry said, sliding his foot next to hers. She felt his shoe nudge her ankle and fought
a grin back down. They both perused their menus in silence until the waitress came back over.

“I’ll have the fish and chips, extra chips please,” Harry said.

“Same here,” Hermione decided. The waitress smiled and wrote it down, taking both their
menus.

“Should be up shortly,” she said, turning to go.

“Thank you,” Harry replied, and then looked back at Hermione. “You know, I realised there’s
something we haven’t really talked about yet.”

“What’s that?” Hermione asked, taking a sip of the water that had been placed on the table.

“Past relationships… current ones…” Harry said.

“Well I already told you I’m single,” Hermione shrugged. “Just like you told me during the
interview that you’re single. And I should hope that you wouldn’t have asked me to spend tonight
with you if you’ve got a girlfriend.”

“I’m not dating anyone.” Harry assured her. “But I’m just curious is all, I mean, we’ve talked
about a lot this evening but nothing really on past relationships.”

“Well what do you want to know?” Hermione suddenly seemed testy. “There’s not much to tell.”

Ooh so what’s Hermione hiding about her past relationships? I’ll be posting mid next week, so
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5. Chapter 5
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“Well what do you want to know?” Hermione suddenly seemed testy. “There’s not much to tell.”

Harry shook his head. “I don’t know. If there’s not much to tell then tell me everything.”

“It’s all very boring you don’t want to hear it,” Hermione waved her hand.

“Yes I do,” Harry countered.

Hermione sighed. “It’s not something I really like to talk about but…” she pushed her hair back
over her shoulder. “When I was in school, there was this guy I really, really cared about,” she
began. “We were interested in the same things, and both of us were study fiends, so we spent hours
in the library.” Hermione began toying with her paper napkin. “Anyway, one night Jean-Philippe
–that was his name- took me out to our local wizarding town. We had been friends for a long time,
but both of us had recently confessed to one another that we wanted to be more.”

Harry said nothing, but put his hand over hers on the table top. Hermione looked up at him for a
moment and went on.

“Well that night was wonderful. It was starry, warm so we didn’t need cloaks, and Jean-Philippe
couldn’t have been more attentive. I finally thought I would be like other girls, I’d be able to
identify with my roommates because they all had boyfriends and I never had one.” Hermione paused
for some water. “So when we started kissing, I decided it was all right. I really liked him and he
had gone on all night about how much he liked me as well.

“After awhile, though, it started to be more than just kissing. I had a new dress robe on, and
he was putting his hands beneath it and touching me. I tried to push him away but he pulled his
hand out of my robes and apologised. I figured he just got caught up in the moment so I let it go
and our evening continued.”

“Was it okay after that?” Harry asked.

“I’m getting to that,” Hermione replied. “We went to dinner and that was quite lovely, and after
that he suggested going for a stroll in the nearby park. I was a little hesitant but after a moment
I agreed; I figured he wouldn’t try doing that again.

“At first, he was so polite, just holding my hand and we were talking. Then I could tell he
wanted to start kissing again, and *I* wanted to start kissing again… so we did. It was nice,
just like the first time, and it stayed that way for awhile. But then, he started to put his hands
in my robes again, and this time he wouldn’t stop when I asked him to. I smacked the side of his
head and he sat back and sneered at me, then told me to shut up and do what I was meant to do.

“I asked what he was talking about and he laughed and told me that I must really be stupid to
think he and I were friends and that he was only doing this because he wanted to shag a virgin.”
Hermione got angry thinking about it all over again.

“What a bastard!” Harry exclaimed quietly. “If he was here now I’d kill him!”

Hermione had to smile. “Thank you, Harry.” She squeezed his hand. “I mean, I’m all over it now,
it’s been several years since it happened but… I don’t know… I really don’t trust a lot of guys
because of it.

“I can’t say I blame you,” Harry replied. “What made you decide that I was so trustworthy
then?”

“I’m still trying to figure that out,” Hermione said jokingly as Harry laughed. “No, I don’t
know exactly what made me decide to do this… you just seemed so nice and dare I say… normal… when
we were talking. I was having a nice time with you at lunch,” Hermione looked down at her other
hand, which was resting in her lap. “Well now you’ve heard my sob story, what about yours?”

Harry smiled. “I don’t really have a sob story, unless you count that one I told you earlier,
but that’s more frightening,” he rolled his eyes. “I’ve had a few semi serious girlfriends, but the
one girl I was with the longest was back at Hogwarts.

“Her name was Cho Chang, and we didn’t actually get together until our fifth year. I had a huge
crush on her that started my third year. Do you remember the Tri Wizard Tournament that took place?
If you were in the same year as me it would have been your fourth?”

“Yes, I remember, but I didn’t go along to Hogwarts,” Hermione replied. “Wish I had now,” she
smiled and Harry grinned back.

“Well, I’m sure you know what happened during it, right? With me as a fourth champion and
everything with the third task involving myself and Cedric Diggory?” Hermione nodded and Harry went
on. “Cho and Cedric were dating at that point when he was killed.

“When I went back for my fifth year, Cho cornered me, wanting to talk about what happened. I
didn’t… but I still liked her so I sort of went along with it.” Harry was slightly embarrassed as
he ran his free hand through his hair. “We had one date that was a complete disaster because she
suspected me of liking another friend of mine, and so that was about it.”

“So what happened then? Hermione asked, pulling her hand out of Harry’s as their food arrived.
Harry waited until the waitress had gone before continuing.

“Well we pretty much avoided one another for the rest of the year, until the train ride back at
the end. She called me into a compartment and we just sat and talked the rest of the way to the
station.” Harry took a bite of his fish. “We didn’t get back together then but we at least parted
as friends. All summer long we wrote back and forth to one another, but when we got back to
Hogwarts in September, I wanted more and so did she.

“This time around things were so much better,” Harry said. “She was finally over Cedric, even
though we talked about him from time to time, but it was more about us now than anything.” Harry
smiled. “We dated from then until about a year out of Hogwarts for me, and two years out for
her.”

“Why aren’t you still with her?” Hermione asked, having some of her chips.

“We’re on opposing Quidditch teams,” Harry said. “Our schedules apart were too hard, plus we
were constantly being watched and Oliver was completely paranoid that she was spying on our team.”
He shook his head. “Oliver’s great but he’s abnormally obsessed with Quidditch. Anyways, Cho and I
broke up, but we’re still friendly with one another. We owl back and forth on occasion when we’re
both not playing.”

“That’s nice you keep in touch with her,” Hermione said. “Most guys don’t care to talk to their
exes.”

Harry shrugged. “I’m not most guys,” he replied.

“Thank goodness for that,” Hermione joked. They ate in silence for a few minutes before she
spoke again. “Do you see her often?”

“Nah, not really,” Harry said. “I think the last time I saw her we were at a Quidditch Benefit
and she was dating Roger Davies, her team captain… that was about a year ago.”

Hermione nodded. “That’s nice,” she replied. “Any other horror stories about fans you’d like to
share?” she asked.

“Nothing worse than the one I told you about,” Harry made a face. “I mean we have plenty of them
hanging around the stadium when we practise, but we don’t pay them any mind. They usually show up
when we have a party hoping to get shagged, but we avoid that by coming with dates,” he grinned at
Hermione and she started laughing.

“Is it usually that easy to get away from them?” she asked.

“Bloody hell- no,” Harry answered, shoving the last of his chips in his mouth. “They’re like
leeches if you don’t tell them off right away.” He reached for her plate. “Can I have some?”

“No they’re mine!” Hermione possessively pulled her plate away. “You had your own!”

“But I’m still hungry!” Harry gave her his pout.

“Should have ordered more,” Hermione grinned back.

“Please,” Harry pleaded.

“What’s in it for me?” Hermione tipped her head to the side.

“What?” Harry asked.

“You heard me,” Hermione answered. “If I give you *my* chips, what are you giving me?”

“Something you’ve always dreamed about,” Harry leaned back against the vinyl seat.

“Oh and what might that be?” Hermione asked sarcastically.

“Well, not that I’ve seen it yet,” Harry flicked his eyes down to her chest for a moment and
grinned. “But how about a nice pat on the back for a well written article about me in the Daily
Prophet tomorrow?”

“Oh HONESTLY!” Hermione cried. She tossed one of her chips at his head and watched it hit him
and fall to the floor. “What I’ve always dreamed of, honestly!”

“Hey!” Harry protested. “I told you what I’d give you!”

“You boys only think of one thing don’t you,” Hermione still hugged her plate.

“What are you talking about?” Harry asked, trying to figure out the best way to get her chips.
“I was trying to compliment you!”

“Bollocks,” Hermione replied. “And don’t give me that face Potter, it’s not going to work.”

“What face?” Harry asked. “This one?” he stuck his lower lip out and gave her puppy dog eyes.
Hermione would not budge. “Okay… how about I snog you later?”

“You were going to snog me anyway,” Hermione pointed out, putting one of the chips in her mouth
and chewing slowly and quite deliberately.

“Dammit,” Harry muttered. “Please?” he asked again. When she continued to chew on her food and
not reply, Harry looked down on the floor. “Maybe I can find the one you threw at me.”

“Oh honestly,” Hermione replied. “Open!”

“What?” Harry asked straightening back up.

“Open your mouth,” she said, holding out one of her chips. He did as he was told and Hermione
smiled and stuck it between his lips. “Now close and swallow like a good boy.”

“Thank you,” Harry grinned and leaned over the table. He gave her a quick kiss and when he sat
back Hermione noticed that most of her chips had suddenly gone missing.

“Hey!” Hermione cried out as Harry grinned.

“All’s fair in love and hunger you know,” Harry said in a smartass tone.

“You’ll pay for that Potter,” Hermione glared at him as he greedily stuffed most of the chips in
his mouth.

“Oh I’m really scared now,” Harry said with his mouth full.

“Can I get you two anything else?” the waitress had returned.

“Yes, could I have a hot fudge sundae please, with vanilla ice cream?” Hermione asked
immediately. “And some cherries too,”

“Anything for you?” she asked Harry. He shook his head and the waitress left again.

“Honestly,” Hermione muttered, crossing her arms as Harry stuffed the last of her meal in his
mouth.

“Come on, Hermione, don’t be in a strop,” Harry grinned as he swallowed. Hermione averted her
eyes and would not look at him. She hummed softly to herself and ignored Harry. He tried to play
footsie with her again but she pulled her knees up to her chest and determinedly looked past him at
the other patrons of the restaurant.

The waitress was soon back to collect the now empty plates and deposit Hermione’s sundae. “Thank
you,” Hermione said, smiling at her as she took up the spoon, dipping it into the sundae and
lifting it to her lips.

She was going to have some fun.

Licking her spoon after taking in the ice cream, Hermione allowed her eyes to rest on Harry once
again. He was leaning back in the booth, sulking because she was ignoring him, but still watching
her. She swirled her finger into the hot fudge, then placed said finger in her mouth and sucked the
chocolate off.

Harry gulped as he watched. He’d learned back in the pub how flirtatious and… naughty… Hermione
could be if she truly wanted, and it seemed as if he was about to be treated to another show. He
watched her tongue jet out and swirl around the spoon (and he wanted desperately to be that spoon
at that exact moment) and her soft chuckle as some hot fudge dripped on her lip.

But the worst, the absolute best part, for Harry, was when she took the cherry off the top of
the sundae. It was put between her lips and he could almost feel her tongue jetting out at it from
behind, and she never actually ATE the blasted thing.

Hermione watched Harry from the corner of her eye as she ate her ice cream as sensually as she
could. She had to admit to herself she knew absolutely nothing about what she was doing and so
therefore the fact that Harry was nearly drooling on the tablecloth meant she was good at this.

Without practising.

“Want some?” she finally spoke, offering him a large quantity of the ice cream on her spoon.
Harry grinned at her and she leaned forward, sliding it into his mouth. Hermione licked off what he
had left and dug the spoon back into the sundae.

Harry swallowed his spoonful and watched as she took in another. ‘*I want this woman so
bad,*’ he thought, watching her lips form as she licked up more ice cream. He reached over and
grabbed the cherry, much to Hermione’s sudden protest, and popped it in his mouth.

“I love cherries,” he said, licking his lower lip. He slipped his foot from his shoe and moved
it up and with a very charming and slightly evil grin, thrust it between her legs.

Hermione gasped and choked on her mouthful of ice cream as she felt Harry’s foot go directly
into an area of her body that had been growing increasingly warmer since they’d begun eating the
sundae. “Harry you…”

“Charming Quidditch player?” Harry asked, still grinning evilly, refusing to move his foot.
Hermione shot him a wicked smile of her own and discreetly began to move herself against his foot,
feeling his big toe rub against her jeans.

“Hermione!” Harry shouted in a whisper as he yanked his foot away.

“What?” Hermione asked, licking the last bit of ice cream from the spoon.

“You are sneaky and devious… and I really like it.” Harry said in a low voice.

“What, you didn’t believe me back at the pub?” Hermione asked in the same low voice.

“I think we need to get out of here,” Harry said.

“Sounds good to me,” Hermione swiped a bit of melted ice cream from the glass dish and brought
it to Harry’s lips. He pulled her finger into his mouth, sucking the cream off as he brought out
his wallet.

Harry pulled about 25 GBP out and dropped it on the table, knowing it was covering their meal
and much more… but he needed to get out and do… something… he wasn’t sure what yet, as long as it
was with Hermione. He grabbed Hermione’s hand, her hair and bag flying out behind her and dashed
out the door.

Once outside, he walked them quickly down the street until he saw a dark alley. Pushing her into
it, he soon had her back pressed against the wall and was kissing her so hard he thought could
taste blood. He could hear her squeal of approval as her arms wound around his neck and his hands
went under her jumper to touch her bare hot skin.

Hermione pressed her body back against Harry, feeling so wanton and free at the moment she was
about ready to scream. She rubbed her tongue along the roof of his mouth and let out a moan that
went straight down Harry’s spine.

“Hermione,” he pulled his mouth away after several more minutes, drawing in many ragged breaths.
She was breathing heavily too, her eyes glazed over as she looked up at him. “Dammit,” he leaned
against her and felt her arms go around his waist.

“What?” she asked, still short of air.

“I shouldn’t be saying this…” Harry pulled away and ran his hands through his hair, pulling on
the strands hard.

“Say what?” Hermione asked, tracing the curve of his jaw.

Harry leaned against her again, kissing her more gently this time. “I just… I want to make love
to you so bad…” he kissed her again.

“What’s stopping you?” Hermione asked, her eyes half closed. She could feel Harry’s gaze on her.
“I mean… I want to.”

“You… you do?” Harry asked in shock.

“Yes,” Hermione answered, leaning up to kiss him again. “Let’s go to… a nice hotel or
something,” she brushed her lips over his.

“All right,” Harry managed hoarsely. They kissed again and left the alley, pressed tightly
together as they walked down the street.

They arrived at a white panelled hotel about ten minutes later, with golden lights spilling
outside onto the pavement. Harry noticed it was about midnight and was surprised that there was
still a doorman outside. “Thank you,” he said to the man who opened the glass panels for them and
they stepped into the lobby.



6. Chapter 6
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**Chapter 6**

Harry led Hermione up to the desk, where a bored looking receptionist was leaning as she read a
book. “Hi, we’d like to get a room for the night,” Harry cleared his throat.

“Fill this out please,” she gave them a card. “Will you be using pounds or a credit card?”

“Uh, pounds,” he said after sharing a quick look with Hermione. She began digging through her
bag for some money as Harry filled out the card.

“150 GBP please,” the receptionist said. Hermione nodded and scrambled for her wallet, finding
about ninety in it. Harry filled in the rest and the receptionist gave them a room key. “Up those
stairs one level and it’s the fourth door on your right.”

“Thank you,” Harry said, grabbing Hermione’s hand. She laughed quietly as they went up the
stairs and to the right. “Hey look,” Harry said, tapping the door.”

“What?” Hermione’s eyes travelled to the number. “Oooh… 204 just like earlier!” she grinned and
he kissed her quickly.

Harry opened the door and turned on the light. It was a nice room, with two queen size beds
(Harry knew they’d only be using one of them) a television, and nice sized bathroom to the
side.

“Nice,” Hermione said, peeking around him. She moved past and dropped her bag on the dresser,
taking a full look around at the room. Her eyes moved down to Harry, who was still standing by the
door having locked it, and she smiled. “Does this seem sort of awkward now?” she asked after
looking at him for several long minutes in silence.

“A little, I guess,” Harry answered, tossing the key next to her bag. He reached out to Hermione
and wrapped his arms around her, pressing his face into her hair. “Do you still want to…?”

“Yes,” Hermione answered. She brought her lips up and brushed them across his, letting her
fingers slide through his hair. Harry pulled up against him as tightly as he could, thrusting his
tongue into her mouth while running his hands down her back. While making his way back up, he
brought her jumper with him, pulling it over her head and dropping it to the floor.

Hermione’s hair fell back over her shoulders as he pressed his mouth to hers again, stroking her
warm skin. She felt her hands travel up under his jumper in the same fashion as he had done,
feeling beneath her fingers for the first time his abs, which were rock hard to touch and smooth as
silk.

Harry half picked her up and moved them both towards the bed, falling back on it so Hermione was
on top of him. She pulled her mouth away and tugged up on his shirt and jumper, pulling them off
over his head. He brought his lips back to hers and rolled over, running his palms over her skin
and touching the lacy bra covering her breasts.

His mouth left hers and pressed against her throat, his tongue jetting out to flick over her
skin. Hermione let out a soft cry and Harry felt himself stiffen. His fingers moved the lace away
from her breast and Hermione’s body bucked up as his thumb touched her nipple.

“Harry…” she breathed, barely able to speak. Such thrilling sensations were literally wracking
through her that she thought Harry could feel them as well. He pushed away the material of her bra
and his lips grazed her bare breast, his tongue teasing.

He moved his other hand down between her legs, stroking her through her jeans. Her bra somehow
unsnapped and they both feverishly pulled at it, throwing it to the floor with their jumpers.

Hermione pulled Harry down on top of her, crushing her mouth to his while winding her hand
around the back of his neck. Their kissing grew more and more frantic and Harry nearly shouted in
frustration when she suddenly pulled away.

“Harry we can’t do this!” she gasped, scrambling to the other bed.

“Why not?” Harry asked, catching his breath. Her hair, free from the clips, had fallen into her
eyes and over her bare chest.

“We have no protection,” Hermione replied, the taste of Harry still clinging to her lips.
“Neither of us has our wands on us either so I can’t cast a spell on myself.”

Harry sat up on the bed, facing her as he ran his hands through his hair. “You’re right,” he
sighed, trying to control a certain part of his anatomy that was still very excited. Hermione got
off the other bed and sat next to him.

“Sorry, I just got a little scared,” she murmured. “I was ready to just go and do it when the
thought jumped into my head.”

“It’s all right,” Harry replied, bringing up her jumper from the floor. Hermione slipped it on
wordlessly, disappointed that it seemed their night was somewhat ruined now. He put his own jumper
on and pulled her against him, his arm staying around her waist. “Are you all right?” he asked
after she let her head drop onto his shoulder.

“Yes,” she answered. “I just feel bad for stopping like that.”

“Well…” Harry was thinking. “I could go downstairs and see if the receptionist knows if there is
an all night chemist nearby,” Hermione’s eyes brightened.

“That’s a good idea,” she replied.

“All right,” Harry said, growing excited again. “You… you stay here, and I’ll be back as fast as
I can.”

Hermione grinned as she leaned over to peck him on the lips. “Hurry,” she said as Harry gave her
a lopsided smile, pulling his shoes back on. After another kiss he left the room and Hermione
flopped back on the bed.

‘What on earth had come over her?’ she wondered, still with a silly grin on her face. Hermione
knew she would never normally behave so rashly, especially sleeping with a man she’d known for less
than one day.

“I don’t care,” she murmured aloud. She was being truthful to herself. Hermione honestly did not
care. Within the span of an afternoon and night, she had fallen in love with an absolutely amazing
guy.

She just wasn’t sure if he felt the same way.

Harry walked as fast as he could down the street. The receptionist had looked up long enough
from her book to tell him about an all night market two blocks away and Harry had immediately
dashed out the door.

The bright lights of the large shopping area made him squint; he was used to the night time and
the soft lights of the hotel and cafés they had spent their evening in so far. Striding down the
aisles, he found what he was looking for and a few other things.

A grin crossed his face as he thought about Hermione waiting for him back at the hotel. Harry
had no idea what fate had struck him with such luck to be in her company that night. He paid for
his things and left the store, heading back as quickly as he had left.

“Hermione?” he called put softly, letting himself back into the room. Harry locked the door
again and kicked his shoes off in the little hallway. “Hermione?” he stopped short.

She was sitting on the bed, wearing what looked like nothing but a white hotel robe. Harry
watched as Hermione got up and perched herself on the edge of the bed.

“That was quick,” she said as he deposited his bag on the dresser and sat down next to her.

“I went as fast as I could,” he replied. The robe slid off her leg and her flesh was exposed;
Harry gulped at the sight of her skin. Hermione snatched the robe back over her thigh.

“Harry… I did a little thinking while you were gone,” she began. “Before we go and do this… I
just wanted you to know something.”

“What?” Harry asked.

“I haven’t ever had sex before,” she answered, her face slightly red.

“You haven’t?” he replied in a shocked tone. He was no expert on sex; he’d only done it once in
his lifetime before this but…

“It’s just… I’ve never been very close with anyone to even *want* to have sex with them,
until tonight,” Hermione suddenly felt a little shy.

“I don’t want you to feel pressured,” Harry lifted a hand to stroke her hair comfortingly.

“I don’t!” Hermione replied. “I want to Harry I really and truly do.”

“Well,” Harry said. “I’m glad I thought of buying this.” He went over to the dresser and pulled
a bottle and some plastic cups. “I wanted glasses but the store didn’t have any,” he handed her one
as she got up from the bed; he poured the Merlot into the cups.

Hermione smiled, feeling her nervousness at her confession ebb away. “What are we drinking to?”
she asked as Harry set the bottle down.

“Us,” he answered, brushing his cup against hers. “I want to make this special for you
Hermione.”

She felt her eyes tear up slightly as they both drank the wine. Hermione tossed hers back fast,
hoping it would edge away more of her tension. Harry refilled their glasses and then took the
bottle to the nightstand between the beds.

“Come here,” he said, beckoning to her. Hermione smiled again and felt herself move towards him,
not even knowing how she got across the room and into his arms. “You know, you seem to have saved
me a lot of work by just wearing this robe,” he said, grinning down at her.

“Appearances aren’t always what they seem,” Hermione answered, pulling down one shoulder to
reveal she still had her undergarments on. His grin widened as he took her cup and set it down,
curving his other arm around her waist.

“Look,” he said softly. “I’ve only done this once before… if there’s something that makes you
uncomfortable, tell me.”

“Okay,” she said as their lips met. They fell onto the bed, kisses becoming more demanding as
hands began to roam over each other’s bodies.

Harry pushed the robe away from her shoulders, pressing his mouth to the skin he was exposing.
Hermione’s head fell back against the pillow as his lips moved up over her neck. Harry untied the
robe, pulling it off her arms and tossing it to the floor. He tore his jumper off as well and was
soon down to his boxers.

“Wait,” Harry panted as he reached down to the floor for his jeans. He extracted a single condom
from his pocket and ripped the package open. “The whole reason why we stopped in the first
place.”

“Thanks,” she murmured, turning her head as Harry reached in his boxers to put it on. Hermione
didn’t feel like she should be looking at him until they were both undressed completely.

“All right,” Harry said a minute later. He rolled her up on top of him, running his hands up and
down her back. “Now, where were we? Right about… here?” he asked, unsnapping her bra.

“I think so,” Hermione replied, helping him pull it away from her body. She kissed him again,
thrusting her tongue through his lips while moving herself up and down on top of him.

It was making him extremely hard as she kept rubbing over his now protected manhood. Harry
growled and wound his arms around her, forcing her to stop as he flipped over on top.

“Bloody… tease…” he managed to say between kisses.

“I’d only be a tease… if I decided not to go through with this,” Hermione replied.

“Good point,” Harry said, brushing his mouth lightly over hers. “All right, then you’re just a
temptress.”

Hermione let out a nervous giggle. “You’re the first person to describe me as a temptress.”

“I’m also the first person who has gotten to see you out of clothes,” Harry said, his fingers
softly stroking her breast.

“Good point,” Hermione echoed breathily as he grinned and began to kiss her throat. Harry made
his way down between her breasts, his thumbs moving over her very erect nipples.

“No more talking,” he broke away to say. Hermione nodded as Harry covered her mouth, thrusting
his tongue in and out as he readied her for what was to come.

Hermione brought her hands up and touched his chest gingerly, using her nails to rake lightly
over his abdomen. He sucked a breath in through his teeth as he hooked his fingers at the waistband
of her panties; he managed to get them off with just a little difficulty.

Harry moved his eyes up and down her body, drinking in the sight of the visage in front of him.
She opened her mouth to speak but Harry shook his head. He took her hand and brought it back to his
abdomen, moving it down into his boxers.

Hermione almost shook her head and tried to pull her hand away but Harry kept a firm grip. He
caressed her cheek with his hand and kissed her gently as he brought her hand back down, moving it
past the waistband.

She felt her eyes grow wide as he guided her fingers to pull away his boxers. Dropping them off
the side of the bed, Harry brought Hermione’s body over on top of his, letting her get used to
feeling him naked beneath her.

“Oh God,” Hermione whispered.

“What?” Harry asked softly.

“Nothing,” she bent her head down, her hair falling over both of them. “Just getting used to all
this is all.”

Harry grinned as he curved his hand around her nape, bringing her mouth back to his.

*** *** ***

“Are you tired?” Harry asked, stroking her bare back as she snuggled closer against him.

“Not really,” Hermione answered. She rested her head on his chest and looked up at him. “Why, am
I supposed to be?”

“I don’t know,” Harry replied, smirking. “I’m not,”

“You’re just so in shape aren’t you,” she joked, pushing herself up on her arms so she could
kiss him.

“I guess Quidditch really does give a workout,” Harry answered, still smirking as she pulled
away.

“I’ll say,” Hermione answered, sitting up on top of him and running her hands over his chest.
She felt good, amazingly good in fact. He pulled her back down, her lips descending upon his for
another kiss. Harry held her down for a moment, and then turned over so Hermione was on her back as
he kissed down her neck.

It was six am, they had spent the past hours since making love just talking some more. Hermione
felt like she knew everything about Harry and vice versa.

“Do you think if I ever have to interview you again it will be awkward?” Hermione asked, pulling
her mouth away from his for a breath.

Harry smiled down at her. “I don’t know. Maybe, but we’re both professionals right? We can
handle a simple interview.”

“Right,” Hermione answered, kissing him again lightly and pushing him off her.

“Where are you going?” Harry asked, trying to hold on to her as she slipped out of the bed.

“I was thinking breakfast would be a nice thing right about now,” Hermione said and yelped as
Harry pulled her back under the covers.

“You can be my breakfast,” Harry nuzzled her ear and she laughed.

“I was thinking eggs might taste better,” Hermione turned around and grinned up at him. “You’re
completely incorrigible.”

“So I’ve been told,” Harry answered, shamelessly throwing off the covers and getting up. He
pulled on his boxers as Hermione stepped into her bra and knickers.

They got dressed silently and quickly, Hermione looking under the bed to make sure nothing was
left behind as Harry threw out the empty wine bottle and cups.

Both of them looked back at the room briefly, then turned to each other and smiled as Harry
closed the door behind them. He took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together as they went
down the stairs. There was a different receptionist sitting at the desk now and she was much nicer
than the first one.

Harry turned over their room key and signed the slip the receptionist put in front of him. It
wasn’t easy to write as Hermione was resting her head on his shoulder and her hands were wrapped
around his arm.

“Thank you for staying with us,” the receptionist said enthusiastically. “I hope you’ll come
again sometime!”

“I’m sure we will,” Harry answered. He took up Hermione’s hand again and they left the
hotel.

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7. Chapter 7
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**Chapter 7**

It was still chilly, the morning grey still undisturbed by the sun. Harry and Hermione walked
along quietly, both somewhat lost in their own thoughts.

‘*I wish I had another five days with her,’* Harry thought as they came upon a small café
much like the one they had been at late the night before.

“Is here all right?” Hermione asked, looking up at him.

“Sure,” Harry answered, holding open the door. The smell of a bakery hit him and he took a deep
breath. The sweet scent reminded him slightly of Honeydukes. “You go sit down and I’ll get
breakfast,” he nudged Hermione towards an empty booth.

“All right,” she agreed. “Surprise me,” she added and he made a face at her as he went to the
counter. Minutes later Harry was back with a few freshly baked pastries and two cups of hot
coffee.

“Is this good?” He asked, setting her breakfast in front of her while sliding into the other
side of the booth.

“Yes, very good,” Hermione replied, smiling at him. He grinned back and took a large bite of his
pastry, the filling oozing out onto his fingers. “You’re a very messy eater,” she commented, taking
small ladylike bites.

“I know,” Harry answered with his mouth full.

“It’s cute,” Hermione tried not to laugh as she reached across the table to wipe a crumb from
the side of his mouth. Harry caught her hand with his and pressed his lips to her fingers for a
brief moment.

“So,” Harry said, releasing her hand. “Do... do you have your flat set up in Glasgow?”

“Yes, almost,” Hermione replied. “All my furniture was sent on ahead, and I was staying at a
friend’s house until last night, and all I have left here is what we shoved in that locker
yesterday.”

Harry grinned as he finished his pastry. “Are you going to finish that?” he asked, looking at
her half still sitting on the paper plate.

“Yes,” Hermione snatched it up and held it out of his reach. “And we’re not playing that
again!”

“Why not?” Harry asked in an injured tone, pushing his lower lip out. “Didn’t you have fun
before?”

Hermione turned slightly red but grinned. “That’s besides the point.” She broke off half of what
she had left and held it out to him.

“Thank you,” Harry grabbed it and ate it quickly. “Hey that one was better than mine!”

“Very generous of you to give it to me,” Hermione teased. Harry snorted and sat back; drinking
his coffee while he watched her finish eating.

“Hardly, if I had known yours was better I’d have kept it for myself.” He looked at Hermione
over the rim of his coffee cup as she gave him quite a glare.

“Honestly,” she muttered. “They never stay gentlemen forever.”

“Hey!” Harry protested but they were both laughing.

“Why don’t you just go get another one if mine was so much better?” she asked.

“Because I owe you for part of the room last night and I’m almost out of Muggle money,” Harry
replied.

“Don’t worry about the room,” Hermione waved her hand. “You paid for dinner and the wine and
part of the room cost.”

“I know, but you shouldn’t have had to dish out for most of it.” Harry argued, pulling out his
wallet. Hermione put her hand over his.

“Harry, its fine- I don’t mind paying.” Hermione replied. “I’m the type of person that likes to
split things up in terms of cost. I don’t like to make the guy pay for everything; I’ve always been
that way.”

Harry looked at her; saw the set of her face and realised it would be fruitless to argue with
her. “All right,” he said, reluctantly putting his wallet away. “Did you want anything else?” he
jerked his head in the direction of the counter.

“No thanks,” Hermione smiled at him as he got up and ordered himself another pastry. “Good?” she
asked as he sat back down a few minutes later.

“Mmm…” Harry nodded vigorously as he stuffed almost the whole pastry in his mouth at once.
Hermione laughed as crumbs rained down on the tabletop.

“Can’t take you anywhere, can I?” she joked as she leaned over again to wipe off his face.

“I’m perfectly fine with the idea of going back to that hotel,” Harry said, an evil grin on his
face.

“Boys,” Hermione rolled her eyes. “Are you ready?” she asked, finishing her coffee.

“Sure,” Harry replied, brushing the crumbs off the table and onto the floor as he got out of the
booth. “What time is it?”

“Around seven,” Hermione answered. “I still have two and a half hours until I have to be on my
train.”

Harry nodded. “Want to just walk around again? We can just make our way back to Victoria
eventually,” his stomach gave a slight tug when he thought about her leaving.

“Sure, that sounds nice.” Hermione replied softly, taking his offered hand. They walked down the
street in silence, stealing glances at one another, both feeling suddenly shy.

Harry and Hermione soon reached Trafalgar Square and sat down by the fountain. The day was
warming up, and the sun was now shining over the city.

“Are you excited about moving?” Harry asked suddenly. Hermione squinted up at him; moments ago
she had lay on the seat around the fountain and put her head in his lap.

“I am, yes.” She replied, shading her eyes from the sun. “It’s a bit intimidating, moving to a
whole new place, but I’ve already met several people from the paper I’ll be working at.”

“That’s good,” Harry replied, bringing up his hand to run through her mass of curls and waves.
“Nice to know you won’t be lonely up there.”

“I should be all right,” Hermione replied.

Harry nodded wordlessly, unsure of what to say. He knew what he *wanted* to say… but
Hermione seemed so gung ho on the one night relationship that he didn’t think he could take
rejection if she didn’t feel the same way.

Harry wanted her to stay. He wanted to be with her every day for the rest of his life. He wanted
to find them a place to live and come home to her at night; wake up with her in the morning. Harry
sighed, tipping his face back to let the sun shine off his glasses.

Hermione let her thoughts wander as Harry’s fingers continued to stroke her long hair. She
wanted to stay, yet she wanted to leave. She was getting her chance to make something of herself if
she went up to Glasgow, but now it had grown so complicated.

One day ago she hadn’t met Harry Potter. One day ago, she was not in love with anyone. One day
ago she had no reason to stay in London anymore.

“What is your favourite vacation spot?” Harry asked suddenly, jolting Hermione from her
thoughts.

“What?” Hermione asked, confused.

“Where do you like to go for a vacation?” Harry asked, twisting a curl between his fingers.

“What made you think of that?” Hermione was amused.

“I don’t know,” Harry shrugged and grinned down at her. “Just curious I guess. We talked about
everything else already I think.”

“Yes we have,” Hermione replied. “Hmmm…” she thought hard for a moment then smiled. “I think I’d
have to say Athens.”

“Athens?” Harry was surprised.

“Yes, in Greece.” Hermione replied. “I went there with my parents when I was sixteen. We went to
the Acropolis, which is absolutely unbelievable in person, and the whole city has so much history
to it.”

Harry chuckled. “You love to learn things don’t you?” he asked.

“Yes I do,” Hermione replied. “What’s so funny about that?”

“Nothing,” Harry said, but his eyes were twinkling in amusement.

“Well what about *you*,” Hermione asked. “You probably prefer somewhere exotic where you
can lounge around in nothing but a swim costume.”

“That happens to be true,” Harry said. “Jamaica is one of my favourite places in the world.”

“Who’d have thought?” Hermione quipped.

“It’s really a gorgeous island… although it’s quite poverty stricken in some areas, and there
are lots of beggars, the tourist parts are really well protected, and there’s also this amazing
waterfall that you can climb.” Harry talked eagerly about Jamaica and Hermione listened
attentively, admiring the way his eyes grew bright as he grew excited about a topic.

“I really want to go back sometime,” Harry was saying now.

“It sounds lovely,” Hermione replied. “Maybe I should try to get down there.”

“You’d like it,” Harry replied, smoothing back the hair he had been playing with. There was
another silence between them as they looked at one another. “Why does this all seem so awkward all
of a sudden?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Hermione answered. “Maybe it’s because I’m leaving soon… we both know its
ending.” She felt a knot in her chest tighten at her words.

“Yeah,” Harry replied, not liking what she said. “It’s a good thing we’re separating now,” he
said, more to convince himself than anything. “I mean, this way, everything ends on a good
note.”

“Right,” Hermione said, the knot getting tighter. “No breaking up or fighting… just… we part as
friends, that’s all.”

“That’s it,” Harry nodded slowly. “Well… I suppose we should get walking if we want to make it
back to the station soon.”

“All right,” Hermione sat up, pulling down her jumper while grabbing her bag. “Are we going to
walk the whole way?” she asked.

“Sure, why not?” Harry shrugged. “We’ve still got an hour and a half.” He grinned suddenly.
“Perhaps we can swing by Diagon Alley and grab a Daily Prophet,” he laughed as Hermione swatted at
him.

“I will not buy a single copy of that paper,” she retorted. “I want nothing to do with it ever
again!”

“All right,” Harry said, still laughing. “I’ll just get one later.” Hermione made a face at him
as he put his arm around her shoulders. He pulled the Underground map out of his pocket, looking at
the different streets.

An hour and fifteen minutes later, they had made it to Victoria Station. Harry retrieved their
bags from the locker, then taking Hermione’s hand. “What platform are you going from?” he
asked.

“Um,” she dug into her bag and pulled out a ticket. “Eleven- it’s over through there.”

“I’ll walk you to your train then,” Harry said, feeling a heavy weight enter his stomach.
‘*It’s not too late!’* His mind screamed. *‘You can still ask her to stay here with you! Or
go with her!’*

“Sure, that would be nice,” Hermione answered softly. Lacing their fingers together, she leaned
against Harry as they walked through the station. Once reaching her train, they stopped and looked
at one another.

“Well, this is it I guess,” Harry said, pulling her into a hug. Hermione let her bag fall and
hugged him back as tightly as she could.

“Good luck,” Hermione choked out, tears suddenly threatening to fall. “Good luck with
everything…”

“You too,” Harry sounded strangely hoarse as well. He stepped back and stroked her hair, cupping
his hand under chin and tipping her face back. “It was a wonderful night.”

“Yes,” Hermione blinked furiously. “Yes it was.” She rose up on her toes and pressed her lips
against his, kissing him as hard as she could. He opened her mouth with his tongue and Hermione
made a few small sounds that nearly drove Harry to move them onto the train and into a private
compartment. Not wanting to make a complete spectacle of themselves in public, he finally pulled
away from her a few minutes later.

“That’s you,” his voice nearly broke as the whistle on the train blew.

“I should go,” Hermione said, not moving out of his embrace.

“Yeah,” Harry answered, staring down at her. ‘*Ask me to go with you Hermione… ask me to
go!’* He thought.

‘*Ask me to stay Harry, please!’* She begged silently. “I should go,” Hermione managed to
utter again. Harry nodded and kissed her once more, keeping it brief this time. “If you’re ever in
Glasgow look me up… if you want to…”

“Okay,” Harry let her go and stepped back as she got up on the steps. The doors began to beep as
they slid closed, and he watched her car as it began to slide away down the tracks.

Hermione waited until she couldn’t see Harry anymore, and then went down the narrow corridor
until she found an empty compartment. Sliding the door shut behind her, she sat down on the bench,
the tears finally falling.

Harry tossed his bag over his shoulder and stuffed his hands in his pockets. Sighing deeply, he
looked at the now empty track and began to walk away from it. He couldn’t shake the nagging feeling
that he’d just made a huge mistake in not asking her to stay.

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8. Chapter 8
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*** *** One Year Later *** ***

Hermione Granger grinned widely as Miranda Tyler handed her a bound novel.

“First copy,” the editor said happily. “I had it shipped to me as soon as it was printed
out.”

“I can hardly believe it!” Hermione looked over the book carefully. “One Night Long,” she read
the title. “By Hermione Granger.”

“I can tell you’re dying to scream,” Miranda teased. “It was a wonderful book Hermione. You
should be very proud.”

“Oh I am,” Hermione assured her friend. “But I’m just in shock. I can’t believe after all this
time I finally have a published book!”

“Yes, you have a published book and tomorrow you’ll be in London signing copies of it for a
bookstore full of people,” Miranda replied.

“Do you think a lot of people will show?” Hermione asked, still running her fingers over the
smooth cover.

“Hermione, we took so many pre orders it wasn’t even funny. And now the book has been out for
two weeks and they’re already printing more copies. Face it love, this one’s a bestseller already.”
Miranda squeezed her arm. “Now get some sleep, we’re Flooing in early.”

“All right,” Hermione said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Her friend waved and was gone.

Hermione couldn’t keep the large smile from her face as she sat down on the sofa, still staring
at the book. She was a published author! Hermione Granger was a published author with a bloody best
selling novel!

She sat on her bed and placed the book on her nightstand, then reached back and loosened her
long hair from the braid she had pulled it back in earlier that day. Summoning her brush from the
dresser top, Hermione pulled it through her long bushy locks, realising she’d need to do something
about them tomorrow before the signing.

Hermione found she was slightly nervous about returning to London. She hadn’t been back there
since her night with Harry. “Harry,” she sighed softly. Hermione often thought about Harry Potter,
yet she had never tried to contact him since their night.

He had not contacted her either. Hermione had seen photos of him with his aforementioned ex
girlfriend Cho Chang at some party or another; usually both were smiling brightly for the camera
for a few moments before Harry would turn with a faraway look in his eyes. Hermione had a feeling
she knew what he was thinking, and it frequently crossed her mind that she’d made a mistake in
leaving that day at the train station.

“Bollocks,” she said aloud, dragging the brush through her hair a few more times before setting
it next to her book. “If he’d wanted me to stay he would have said something. It was just my fault
for falling in love with him.” She sighed as she dressed in her nightgown.

Hermione had done one thing that she debated internally for a long while before she decided to
go ahead with it. Picking up the novel, she opened it to the third page, where a dedication was
typed.

*To Harry, for being my inspiration and the magic behind my words.*

She ran her finger over the words as if willing him to hear them. “I shouldn’t expect anything
out of this,” Hermione said to herself. “I hardly doubt he’d pick up a romance novel.” She set the
book back on her nightstand and turned off the lights, sliding underneath the covers.

*** *** ***

Hermione glanced into the bookstore with wide eyes as she tied her now very curly hair back out
of her face. “Are all those people really here to meet me?” she asked Miranda.

“Yes,” Miranda grinned back at her. “I told you last night Hermione, you’ve got quite a book
there. When I read it I felt like I was actually there with Helena and Henry… I always wondered how
you gave such good descriptions of everything they did that night.”

Hermione blushed slightly and smoothed down her shirt and skirt. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she
answered, avoiding her editor’s question.

“Well are you ready?” Miranda asked, pushing back a lock of Hermione’s curly hair.

“No,” Hermione replied nervously.

“You’ll be fine,” Miranda assured her. “Besides, I’ll be sitting right next to you the whole
time.”

“I know,” Hermione said. “But I’ve always been slightly nervous in front of large crowds.”

“You’ll be fine,” Miranda said again. “Ready now?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Hermione replied. Miranda grinned and went into the main part of the
bookstore to introduce her. Hermione waited until she heard her name then stepped from the back
room to a thunderous applause.

She waved somewhat shyly to everyone in the room as she took her seat at the long table; a pile
of Muggle markers next to her along with some water. Miranda sat down next to her as people
excitedly lined up, books clutched in hands.

“Hello,” Hermione greeted the first reader, shaking their hand.

“I loved your book,” the blonde teenager exclaimed. “It was so romantic… Henry sounded just
gorgeous!”

Hermione smiled. “The vision I have of him certainly is,” she signed her name neatly on the
title page. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Thank you,” the girl shook her hand again and skipped away, holding the cover back to see the
signature inside.

It went on much the same way for the next few hours; Hermione found she was enjoying meeting her
readers, some of them had very thought provoking things to say about her novel while others were
almost too intimidated to speak.

It was nearing three when Harry Potter stepped inside the bookstore where he knew Hermione was
signing that day. He held a copy of her novel in his hand and he got in the line while trying to
catch a glimpse of her at the table.

He grinned when his eyes finally rested upon her. Hermione’s hair was in ringlet curls, tied
back in a loose ponytail. She wore a simple white blouse and navy blue skirt with matching jumper
and he could feel his stomach make a familiar tug as he went forward in the line.

Harry had to admit to himself the reason he was there that day was because of her dedication in
the beginning of the novel. If it meant what he thought it did… she had fallen as hard for him as
he had for her. Harry was already nearing the front of the line; he noticed how Hermione focused on
each reader as she signed their copy of the book, greeting all of them with a handshake and her
gorgeous smile.

A woman was sitting next to her; he assumed it was her editor. She was taking the book and
opening it to the appropriate page for Hermione to sign.

“Hello,” she greeted Harry as she took his copy.

“Hi,” Harry responded. “Is she personalising the autographs?”

“She will if you ask her to,” the woman replied, sliding the book down the table to Hermione.
Harry moved along the table with his copy and stopped in front of the woman he’d wanted to see for
the past year.

“Hello…” the words died on her lips as her eyes met a familiar twinkling green.

“This was a wonderful novel,” Harry let the corners of his lips turn up. “It was so descriptive
I felt as if I were actually one of the characters.”

“I’m glad,” Hermione recovered, her eyes not yet moving away from Harry’s. “I tried to be as
detailed as possible when writing it.”

“You did a good job,” he held out his hand, keeping up the pretence that they’d never met. Her
fingers slid into his and he turned her hand up to kiss the back of it.

“Thank you,” Hermione returned, her tone calm although her heart was beating wildly.

“I was wondering if you could sign the dedication page for me,” Harry asked, releasing her hand.
“You see, my name is Harry as well and it would make my day to pretend I’m the guy you devoted this
book to.”

Hermione bit her lower lip to keep from laughing as she flipped to the dedication page. Quickly
scrawling her name across the paper, she added another line of information then curved her lips in
a perfect ‘O’ shape as she blew the ink dry.

Harry grinned again as he watched her close the book and hand it back to him, their eyes never
breaking contact. “Thank you,” He nodded.

“My pleasure,” Hermione replied, shaking his hand again, still biting down on her lower lip.

Harry squeezed her fingers lightly before dropping her hand. He could feel Hermione’s eyes on
him as he walked out of the bookstore and closed the door behind him.

Once outside, he leaned against the wall and opened the book to the page she had written on.
There was her name, and then… Harry grinned again as he recognized the name of the hotel they had
stayed in last year. 5 PM was written next to that, and Harry shut the book and tucked it under his
arm, striding away from the store to get himself ready.

Hermione was in good spirits for the next hour as she signed busily. While outwardly she was
greeting her readers and smiling for pictures, inside her mind was a jumbled mess of emotions.

She could hardly believe she’d written her hotel name in the book- there was nothing saying
Harry wanted to meet her. Perhaps he had just come because of her book, wanting to congratulate
her. Perhaps he had come because he recognised himself in Henry. Perhaps…Hermione forced herself to
stop thinking and to concentrate on the people there to see her. She’d find out soon enough if
Harry was coming to visit her.

“What a turnout,” Miranda said as Hermione waved goodbye to the last person. “I didn’t think
we’d have THIS many people here!”

“Me either,” Hermione replied, flexing her cramped fingers. “And to think, we’ve got another
signing tomorrow…”

“I know,” Miranda’s eyes grew mischievous. “So, are you going to tell me who that guy was?”

Hermione turned red. “What guy?” she busied herself with arranging the markers on the table.

“The one with the black hair and green eyes- you both didn’t stop staring at each other the
entire time he was here. And I saw you watching him leave as well.” Miranda leaned forward.

“Oh him?” Hermione shrugged.

“Hermione, honestly… I’m one of your best friends… I know that dumbstruck look on your face!”
Miranda replied.

Hermione glared at her for a moment then turned to look out the window. “He’s… an old
friend.”

“Old friend my arse,” Miranda sat back. “You are head over heels for him.” Her eyes suddenly
brightened. “Is that Harry? Is he the Harry in the dedication?”

“Honestly,” Hermione got up and headed towards the back room. “I don’t want to talk about Harry,
Miranda.”

“Why not?” her friend pleaded. “Hermione you never tell me anything about your love life!”

“That’s because it’s non existent,” Hermione replied. “Look… I’m going back to my room… should
we meet for breakfast tomorrow morning?”

“Why not meet for dinner tonight?” Miranda asked. “Come on, we’re in London!”

“I’m tired,” Hermione lied. “I just want to go back, watch some TV, and relax for the rest of
the night.”

“All right,” Miranda relented. “Let’s finish up here and we’ll ride back together.”

“Okay,” Hermione said, glancing at the clock. It was four thirty already, and she wanted to be
back in time in case Harry did show up. The hotel was a good twenty minute taxi drive from the
bookstore.

“Come on!” she pleaded fifteen minutes later as Miranda fussed with the owner about some last
minute details for the next day. Hermione was practically pulling Miranda out the door at ten to
five; worried sick that Harry would show up and think she hadn’t meant to meet him at all.

“What’s the rush?” Miranda asked as Hermione flagged down a taxi.

“Nothing, I’m just tired.” Hermione replied, sliding over in the seat. She gave the name of the
hotel and they were speeding away moments later.

“I’ve never seen you in such a hurry!” Miranda exclaimed as Hermione was on the edge of her
seat. “What gives?”

Hermione sighed. “Look… I don’t want to jinx anything…”

“What?” Miranda was curious.

“You were right about the guy in the bookstore… he’s Harry, er... you might recognise him as
Henry…” Hermione said sheepishly. “My book isn’t as ‘fiction’ as I made it out to be.”

Miranda’s eyes widened. “You mean… Helena?”

Hermione nodded. “It was only one night, a year ago. To be exact, it was the night before I
moved up to Glasgow. I had to interview him as a last assignment for the Daily Prophet and we hit
it off rather well and decided to spend the night together.”

“So everything that happened in the book… happened to you two?” Miranda asked slowly.

“Everything except the ending…” Hermione looked out the window for a moment. “I mean, you can
obviously see that we didn’t wind up together.”

“Not yet,” Miranda replied slyly.

Hermione gave her a look. “I’m not expecting anything to come out of meeting him tonight, should
he decide to show up.”

“Well look on the bright side,” Miranda placed a comforting hand on Hermione’s shoulder.
“Obviously he’s somewhat interested if he showed up at the bookstore today, I mean, he was flirting
with you, from what I could see.”

“Yeah,” Hermione smiled. “Well… who knows,” she shrugged as the taxi pulled up in front of the
hotel. Miranda gave the driver their company credit card to charge with as Hermione got out.

Now that she was there, Hermione felt her stomach flutter with nervousness. She wanted Harry to
show up more than anything else, yet she knew if he didn’t… Miranda grabbed her arm and they went
inside.

“Good luck tonight then,” Miranda’s eyes glittered in the soft light of the lobby. “I want
details tomorrow morning,” she headed towards her room which was on the first floor; Hermione had
requested a certain room on the second.

She headed up the stairs after waving goodbye, trying to squelch the trepidation that came with
each step. Turning right, Hermione stopped short at a familiar figure in the hallway.

“Hey you’re late,” Harry said, getting up from the floor. He grinned as Hermione stopped and
stared at him. “What, you didn’t think I was going to wait for you?”

“No,” Hermione shook herself out of her trace and stepped forward, surprising Harry by pulling
him into a hug. “I’m really glad to see you,” she said.

“Me too,” Harry wound his arms around her, burying his nose in her hair. “I missed you
Hermione.”

“I missed you too,” she replied, pulling back to look up at him. “Come in,” Hermione dug for her
key and opened her door.

“You know, an interesting thing occurred when I got here,” Harry said as she closed the door
behind them.

“What’s that?” Hermione moved into the room, tossing her bag down on the dresser.

“Well, I realised once I got here that I didn’t have your room number, even though I should have
guessed… 204,” Harry grinned, opening the book. “So I had to go down and ask at the desk…” he stood
behind Hermione, who suddenly seemed transfixed with the TV. “There’s no Hermione Granger staying
here… but there *was* a Mrs. Harry Potter,” he smiled widely as she flushed a dark red.

“It’s a good cover, all right?” Hermione shot back, crossing her arms. “Besides, last year when
we checked in here you registered us as a married couple.” Her mouth twitched even though she was
still blushing.

“Right,” Harry replied, his tone teasing. He moved forward, touching her chin with his index
finger. “I didn’t say I minded though.”

“Good,” Hermione said. “Because I wasn’t going to stop doing it.”

Harry laughed as he curved his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. “I wasn’t going
to ask you to,” he said softly leaning down to rest his forehead on hers. “I have a question for
you now.”

“Oh?” Hermione rested her hands on his shoulders.

“Want to spend the night with me?” he asked impishly, his fingers moving over her jumper.

Hermione grinned. “I would love to… except I have another signing tomorrow. I probably shouldn’t
stay up all night…” Harry’s eyes showed his disappointment.

“Oh, it’s all right,” he answered, starting to break away from her.

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t actually spend the night together,” Hermione pulled him back.
“We just can’t stay up the whole time,” she sent Harry a coy smile.

“You’re a tease, you know that?” Harry said as his hand wound around the back of her neck,
twisting several strands of hair between his fingers.

“Only around you,” Hermione replied. “Now are you bloody going to kiss me or are we going to
just stand here and watch one another all night?” Any insecurity she had left fled as he snickered
and bent to press his lips against hers. She rose up slightly to kiss him harder as his arms moved
down around her waist, their tongues flicking out against one another.

The room had grown darker by the time the two finally broke apart. “What do you want to do?”
Hermione asked, leaning against Harry as he backed them up to the wall.

“I don’t know,” Harry chuckled, kissing her temple briefly. “Dinner perhaps?”

“Sure,” Hermione pressed her lips to his for a moment. “I want to change out of this skirt
first.”

“All right,” Harry watched her grab some jeans from a drawer and go into the bathroom. He picked
up her book from the dresser top and flipped through it, grinning as he recalled his reaction when
he saw it in a bookstore for the first time.

He had been with Oliver, the two of them had been on their way to The Leaky Cauldron for a drink
before dinner, and he had stopped right in the middle of the street when he caught sight of her
name in a window. Rushing in with a protesting Oliver on his heels, Harry had bought up one of the
first copies. He’d put up with much banter from his team mates for reading it that night, but Harry
found he’d been unable to tear his eyes away.

“Okay I’m ready!” Hermione announced, coming out of the bathroom. She tossed her skirt into her
suitcase and grinned at him. “Did you actually read the whole thing?”

“Yes,” Harry replied, letting her take the book and set it down on the dresser. “Cover to
cover,”

“Did you like it?” her tone was light but Harry could tell she wanted his opinion.

“Bloody fantastic,” he answered, taking her hand as she grabbed her key and bag. “Who’d have
thought such an impromptu decision of ours would have made such a good novel?”

Hermione laughed. “Everyone who’s bought it so far, I guess,” Harry grinned and kissed the back
of her hand.

“Now *you’re* the famous one,” he teased as they left the room. “People will come up and
ask for your autograph instead of mine.”

“Only in the Muggle world,” Hermione answered quietly. “See what happens when we go into Diagon
Alley!”

“No thanks,” Harry replied. “You pick the restaurant tonight,” he grinned at her.

“All right,” Hermione replied, leaning against him as they walked down the street. “I can pick
anywhere?” she asked.

“Sure,” Harry chuckled. “I remembered how expensive you are so I brought extra money!” he
laughed aloud when Hermione gave him a playful punch.

“You ate twice as much as I did, or do you not remember stealing all my food?” Hermione
asked.

“No I remember that,” Harry replied. “I remember the ice cream,” he said in her ear and Hermione
turned red.

“I had absolutely no idea what I was doing with that,” she laughed. “But it certainly seemed to
work didn’t it!” she let out a yelp as Harry squeezed her around the waist.

“So you ARE a tease, I knew it!” Harry joked.

“You’re just easy to please!” Hermione shot back, skipping a few steps out of his reach as he
growled.

“Hey that one hit below the belt!” he scowled at her but the twinkle in his eye remained.

“Awww… did I hurt Harry Potter’s ickle pride?” Hermione asked.

“Yes,” Harry stuck his lower lip out. “I’m wounded Hermione, that cut me deep,” he grasped his
shirt over his heart and staggered back.

“Such a clown,” she shook her head. He continued to push his lower lip out and Hermione crossed
her arms over her chest as she attempted to walk past him. He grabbed her around the waist and spun
her around, pressing his lips to hers right there on the crowded street.

“Honestly,” Hermione said when he pulled away. “If you think I’m apologising just because you
snogged me you’ve got another thing coming.”

Harry pouted for a moment as Hermione slipped her arm around his waist and pulled him along.
“Come on Harry, let’s go eat.” He allowed her to lead him down the street to a classy looking
restaurant. “Is here okay?”

“Sure,” Harry replied. He moved his hand down to clasp hers. “Think we’ll be okay in jeans?”

“Probably, it just looks like a nice pub.” Hermione replied. They went inside and sat down in a
booth near the door. “This is my sort of place!” she looked around at the filled bookshelves.

Harry grinned. “What’ll you have?” he asked, nodding towards the bar.

“Surprise me,” Hermione smiled back. She began looking through the menu as Harry got their
drinks.

“One wine for you, and one for me,” Harry set the glasses down with a flourish.

“Good choice,” Hermione replied, taking a small sip. “Thank you Harry.”

“Sure,” he replied, sliding in across from her. “I’ve developed quite a liking for it in the
past year,”

Hermione smiled as she looked down at the menu again. “For old time’s sake, maybe we should get
fish and chips.”

“What so I can steal yours again?” Harry asked.

“Sure,” Hermione replied as she stuck the menu back in the holder. “Want me to go up and
order?”

“If you want to,” Harry replied. He gave her some money and watched her walk up to the bar. He
smiled to himself as he watched her brush her long curls back over her shoulder as she spoke to the
bartender. ‘*I’ve got to tell her tonight how I feel… I can’t let her slip away again.*’

“All set,” Hermione said, sitting back down. “What are you thinking about?”

Harry shrugged. “Nothing,” he smiled. “So what have you been up to this past year, other than
your novel of course?”

“Just working at the paper… I don’t know yet if I’m going to quit there… I really love it.”
Hermione replied.

“We never did get our second interview,” Harry said.

“That’s because this paper is a million times more organised than the Daily Prophet,” Hermione
remarked. “Not that I didn’t try to get an interview with you because I did…”

“Maybe I should have insisted on you and only you,” Harry teased. “You know, start demanding
things like a real superstar would.”

“Ugh, if you do that I’m never talking to you again!” Hermione joked. “I can’t bloody stand
those Quidditch players who think they deserve royal treatment because of a sport!”

“Hey!” Harry tried to protest but he was snickering. “I happen to be friends with those
people!”

“How bored you must be,” Hermione rested her chin in her hand. “No wonder you enjoyed being with
me so much,”

“Hey now who has the ego?” Harry shot back.

“Still you,” Hermione quipped and they both started laughing. “What about yourself? I saw a few
pictures of you in the paper with Cho Chang at some do or another.”

“Playing Quidditch,” Harry replied in a smartass tone. Hermione rolled her eyes at him. “Well
we’ve been practising a lot; almost every day… we’re just a few wins away from playing in the World
Cup next year. And I saw Cho a couple of times… it’s always nice to catch up with what she’s been
doing.”

“That’s wonderful,” Hermione said. “I’ll have to come if you guys make it.”

“Definitely,” Harry said. “I know I’ll play better knowing you’re rooting for me,” he smiled at
her, but not in the teasing way; more of a tender sweet smile.

“Well I’ll make sure I’m there then,” Hermione replied as he reached for her hand across the
table, lacing their fingers together.

“Hermione,” Harry began after a few moments of silence. “I feel bad… about last year, when we
left each other at the train station…”

“What’s there to feel bad about?” Hermione shrugged like it meant nothing. “I mean, we both
agreed to separate that morning didn’t we?”

“Well yes,” Harry ran his free hand through his hair. Their food was brought over at that moment
and he was silent until the bartender left. “I just feel like we left things really
unresolved.”

Hermione picked at her fish. “I think so too,” she replied. A small smile tugged at the corner
of her mouth. “That’s why I put that dedication in my book, you know.”

“Really?” Harry’s eyes brightened.

Hermione nodded. “I wasn’t sure if I should… especially because I wasn’t sure if you’d even pick
up a romance novel,” she laughed and so did Harry. “But I decided to, figuring at least I tried to
contact you in some way.”

“It was cryptic but it worked,” Harry replied, stuffing half his fish in his mouth at once.

“I especially liked your touch about wishing you were the Harry in the dedication,” Hermione
said wryly.

“I like our games,” Harry said in his defence. “I mean, that was so funny in the bookstore
earlier pretending not to know one another!”

“I suppose it was,” Hermione snickered. She looked on in amazement as Harry inhaled what was
left on his plate and looked at hers.

“Please?” he asked.

“Honestly,” she muttered, pushing the plate halfway across the table. “Just *share* this
time, I’m still hungry!”

“Thank you,” Harry gave her a large grin. “It’s just one of the many reasons I adore you!”

“Adore me? That makes you sound like a Muggle fan girl.” Hermione snorted.

“Hey!” Harry said as he greedily shoved half of her chips into his mouth. “I am not a girl!”

“I should hope not,” Hermione said, directing her gaze down. She pulled her plate back. “There,
I’ve shared, the rest are mine.”

“Fine,” Harry answered. She finished the rest of her meal quickly in case he tried to steal any
more of it, and then sipped at the wine. “Where do you want to go after this?”

“How about the London Eye,” Hermione replied slyly.

“Funny Hermione,” Harry narrowed his eyes. “You’re lucky I like my women with a sense of
humour.”

“Your women?” Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow. “You mean there’s more than one?”

“Not anymore,” Harry replied. “Come on, finish that wine. I want to get out of here!”

“And do what exactly?” Hermione asked.

“I don’t care,” Harry said, draining his glass. “If you really want to go on the London Eye we
can.”

“No that’s all right,” Hermione replied. “Are you still afraid of heights?”

“A little,” Harry replied as she reached over and squeezed his hand. “I’m all right on the
broom, just… I hate when I don’t have control.”

Hermione smiled. “Ready then?” she finished her glass and set it next to his.

“Sure,” He answered, sliding out of the booth. He took her hand as they left the pub. “So
anyways… what I was talking about before… about us leaving last year,” Hermione looked up at him.
“I just think I made a mistake in not telling you how I really felt.”

“How did you feel?” Hermione asked softly.

Harry sighed. “You want the honest truth?” he asked and Hermione felt her stomach plummet.

“Yes,” she answered, swallowing the lump that had suddenly lodged itself in her throat.

Harry was silent for a few moments. “Last year… when I met you, I was at a point in my life
where…” his voice trailed off for a moment. “Where life just seemed really bitter- I was lonely and
bored with everything I was doing at that time.”

Hermione felt her eyes tear up but stayed silent, letting Harry continue.

“I suppose asking you to stay with me that night was a last ditch effort to help me get out of
my slump, but it worked,” Harry ran his hand through his inky black hair. “You were exactly the
type of person I always thought myself to fall for Hermione.”

“To fall for?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he gave her a sheepish smile. “And my mistake that following morning was the worst one I
ever made. I didn’t tell you how I felt. I didn’t tell you that I was head over heels in love with
you. After your train left I spent the rest of the day kicking myself for letting you go, and I
told myself that if I ever met you again, I’d throw everything on the line and tell you that I love
you.”

Hermione felt tears start to trickle down her cheeks as Harry stopped and faced her. “Harry…”
she began to say but the lump in her throat was back. Instead, she threw herself into his arms. “I
fell in love with you too,” she finally said. She could feel Harry release a breath as she pulled
back to look at him. “I still love you.”

“Me too,” Harry said, relief written all over his face as he finally grinned, wrapping his arms
around her waist. He kissed her, keeping it rather chaste seeing as they were in public. “So… do
you perhaps want to spend more than one night together?” he asked jokingly when they broke
apart.

Hermione gave him a look, but her lips were curved up in a smile. “Maybe three nights?”

“How about four?” Harry countered, taking her hand as they walked down the street.

“Five nights,” Hermione replied.

“How about forever?” Harry asked.

Hermione tilted her head to one side as if she was actually considering it. “Forever sounds nice
to me,” she finally said, smiling and linking his fingers with hers.

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9. Chapter 9
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A/N: Okay, well… SURPRISE!!! I got enough requests for an epilogue so I decided to do one for
you guys… I hope you like it, cause this is really and truly the end of this story. Gotta move on
to the others!

R/R, and I hope you enjoy it!!

***Six Months Later***

Hermione Granger gripped her suitcase in her hand as she used her key to open the door to their
flat. “Hallo?” she called out as she set her bags down in the hallway.

“I’m in here!” a voice replied, and Hermione smiled as she went into the kitchen. “You’re back!”
Harry Potter grinned as he saw his girlfriend for the first time in a week.

“I missed you,” Hermione put her arms around his neck as his went around her waist. “But Japan
is beautiful; I think you’d like it there.” She had been overseas to promote her novel which had
just received its first printing in Japanese.

“Perhaps,” Harry nuzzled her neck before pulling back to kiss her. “But I’m just glad you’re
back.”

“Me too,” Hermione pressed her lips to his again as his hand moved up her back to tangle in her
long hair. “So what did you do while I was away?”

“Practised,” Harry replied. He shook his head. “If you can believe it, Oliver’s been even more
fanatical since we’re going to be in the Cup soon.”

“I’ll bet,” Hermione smiled. “What did you make?” she nodded towards the stove.

“Just some soup,” He replied. “Want a bowl?”

“No thanks,” Hermione replied, breaking away from him and sitting down. Harry got himself some
and sat down across from her.

“So how did it go?” he asked.

“Oh, brilliant,” Hermione replied, pushing some hair out of her eyes. “It’s beyond me why this
novel has done so well, it really has.”

“Come on, don’t sell yourself short,” Harry replied. “You did a great job- you’re a borne
writer.”

Hermione smiled at him. “Thanks Harry,” She shook her head as he gulped down his soup in a
matter of seconds.

“What?” he asked, setting the empty bowl back on the table.

“Nothing,” she replied. “I’m just so tired, I feel as if I haven’t slept in a week.”

“Miranda probably had you going from dawn until dusk,” Harry smirked, thinking of his
girlfriend’s editor and good friend.

“How did you guess?” Hermione asked dryly. “Come on, take me to bed.”

Harry grinned, leaving his bowl on the table as he pulled her up into his arms, honeymoon style.
Carrying her down to the bedroom, he kicked the door open with his foot and brought her to the
bed.

When they had reunited six months previously, Harry had immediately decided to move in with her
up in Glasgow, seeing as how Hermione had not wanted to leave her job. It was easier for him, he
had explained, because they went to different stadiums and he could just floo to practice. Harry
loved the flat they now shared in the city, and he loved being with Hermione more than anything
else.

“What are you thinking about?” Hermione asked, her fingers moving into the hairs at his
nape.

“You, like always,” Harry dropped her gently on the bed. “I missed you an awful lot,”

“Me too,” Hermione pulled him down on top of her for a kiss. She began to tug up on his jumper
almost immediately.

“Hey I thought you were tired!” Harry said, helping pull his clothes off.

“I just got a second wind,” Hermione replied mischievously.

*** *** ***

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked as he and Hermione made their way through the stands.

“Nothing,” Hermione replied quickly. She rubbed her hands together trying to get the slick feel
of sweat to go away.

“Are you nervous about the game?” Harry stopped and pulled her over by the wall.

“No, I know you guys will win,” Hermione said.

“So what’s wrong then?” he asked again, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

“Nothing!” Hermione exclaimed. “I’m just looking forward to the game is all!”

“I have to get to the locker room soon,” he leaned forward to give her a kiss.

“Walk me to the box first,” Hermione replied, her lips still against his.

“All right,” Harry kissed her fully one more time as he took up her hand. They walked to the
special box that was set aside for the Quidditch team’s significant others and children. There were
already people inside when the two of them reached it.

“Good luck,” Hermione hugged him hard and gave him a rather passionate open mouthed kiss.

“Thanks,” Harry breathed when she finally pulled away. He pushed open the door for her and was
surprised to see a familiar head in one of the seats already.

“Cho!” He exclaimed. “I didn’t think I’d see you here until the game started.”

“I had to nab a good seat,” she smiled back at him. Her dark eyes moved to Hermione and they
brightened. “Hermione!” she hugged the other woman.

“How are you Cho?” Hermione asked, pleased to see their friend.

“Good, good.” Cho replied. “Merlin, I am so excited about this game, Harry, you had better
win!”

“We’ve got a pretty good chance I’d say. Speaking of which, I have to go- Wood will have my head
if I’m late today.” Harry said.

“Okay,” Hermione hugged him. “Good luck,” she kissed him. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” Harry kissed her again quickly. He turned to Cho and gave her a quick hug. “See
you both after the game!” he waved and disappeared.

“So Hermione,” Cho said as they sat down in two of the front seats. “Has Harry popped the
question yet?”

Hermione held her left hand up. “Do you see a ring?”

Cho shook her head. “Seems like he’d have taken care of that by now.”

Hermione shrugged. “It’s not that important… I mean, I’d like to be married, but it doesn’t have
to happen now. We’re both still establishing our careers and things are already so hectic.”

“But you’d *like* to be engaged at least wouldn’t you?” Cho replied, a sneaky look in her
eye.

Hermione sighed. “You know me too well already.”

“I always fancied myself being perceptive,” Cho said dryly as a few other seats around them
filled up.

Hermione rolled her eyes playfully. “I guess I would. It’d be nice to have a ring on the finger
to shoo away all those girls that badger him every time we’re out somewhere in the wizarding world.
I don’t get bothered half as much when we’re out in Muggle Glasgow or London.”

“He’s a pretty famous guy,” Cho replied, her eyes on the field as the players started to come
out.

“Yeah,” Hermione said, her attention riveted to the black haired star seeker. “I’m not worried,
I mean, I know he loves me. And I love him.”

The game started and Hermione didn’t notice the tiny smile on Cho’s face.

*** *** ***

“That was brilliant Harry, positively brilliant!” Hermione was still excited. His team had won
by a landslide and they had just left the celebration.

Harry grinned down at her as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “Thanks,” he replied,
kissing the side of her head.

“It was so spectacular, the way you pulled off that dive, and I was so scared you were going to
go right into the ground!” Hermione went on. “And ooh, that smirk you had on your face when you
went flying back up…” Harry laughed at her enthusiasm.

“I’ll have to win more World Cups if it makes you so excited,” he stopped and stepped in front
of her, turning to face her.

“Oh Harry I’m just so proud,” Hermione’s eyes softened as he looked down at her.

He ran his hand over her long hair and tipped her face back. Pressing his lips on hers, they
kissed passionately for a few minutes.

“So where are we going?” Hermione asked, snuggling against him as they walked on.

“It’s a surprise,” Harry answered.

“A surprise?” Hermione echoed. “It’s one in the morning Harry!”

“I know!” Harry grinned. “That’s part of the surprise!” he refused to say any more as they
walked along the streets of London, stopping in front of a rather familiar structure.

“Harry what are we doing by the London Eye you hated it last time we went up there!” Hermione
was confused.

He grinned. “Come on, maybe it’ll be better this time.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes in suspicion but followed. She was surprised to see an attendant
still at the gate. “Harry what is going on?”

“Come on,” he said, laughing. “I do believe we have a ticket to ride sir?” he asked the man.

“Yes sir you do,” he bowed. Harry took his girlfriend’s hand and pulled her into one of the
cars. The attendant shut the door and they started up.

“Okay, now do you care to tell me what we’re doing?” Hermione asked.

“Maybe,” Harry grinned. “I once heard that the view of the city from this thing is quite
amazing.”

Hermione smiled, moving over to the window as they rose up higher. “Yes, quite.” she replied.
Harry came behind her, moving his arms around her waist.

“Just think, the last time we were on our way up one of these, we hadn’t even kissed yet,” he
replied, nudging her ear.

Hermione turned to look at him. “We’ve sure taken care of that now haven’t we?” she giggled
softly. “Are you still afraid of heights though?” one corner of her mouth turned up.

Harry made a face at her. “Not as bad as before,” he replied, letting go of her to sit down.

“So are you planning on filling me in anytime soon?” Hermione asked, turning around, her back to
the window.

Harry smiled but said nothing; he just patted the seat next to him. She sat down, laying her
head on his shoulder. They rode the rest of the way to the top in silence.

“Uh oh!” Harry said in mock concern as their car stopped at the very top. “We seem to be
stuck!”

“We seem to be?” Hermione asked.

“Yeah,” Harry said. “Well what are we going to do up here while we wait?”

Hermione got off the seat. “Here’s one idea,” she said as she tilted her head back to kiss
him.

Harry pulled her close as he dipped his tongue through her lips, kissing her as deeply as he
could. He almost got lost in Hermione and nearly forgot the reason he had brought her up there in
the first place.

“Mmm, wait.” Harry found the strength to push her away.

“What?” Hermione leaned forward and brushed her mouth over his again.

“I do have a reason I brought you here,” Harry replied.

“I knew it,” Hermione replied, but she was laughing. “The place where you finally admitted you
lied about the bananas.” Harry snickered.

“Well,” he drew her close to him as they looked out the windows. “Besides the bananas… I think I
started falling in love with you while we were up here.”

Hermione grinned. “That goes for two of us.”

“I wanted to bring you back here…” Harry took a deep breath. “I was thinking… maybe… um…” he
swallowed. “I was thinking it might be good to go to the uh… the next step in our
relationship.”

Hermione felt her heartbeat speed up as Harry stepped away from her and knelt down on one knee,
his hand going into his pocket to pull out a tiny box.

“Will you marry me Hermione?” he asked, flipping the box open with his index finger and holding
it out to her.

Hermione stared at him, her jaw gone slack. “Yes,” her voice was first a whisper but she cleared
her throat. “Yes, yes Harry I will,” she smiled as her eyes filled with happy tears.

Harry grinned with obvious relief as he got up. “Here,” he took the ring from the box and slid
it onto her finger. “When… you know… when we actually get married, there is a matching band for
that,” he said.

“Oh Harry,” Hermione breathed as two tears trickled down her cheeks. “This is beautiful, it
really is…” An oval diamond set in the middle of the gold band, smaller diamonds on each side were
carved into it.

“I’m glad you like it,” Hermione looked up directly into Harry’s eyes. She saw in that moment
just how much he loved her and it was almost overwhelming. Choking back a small sob, she threw
herself forward into his arms, making stagger back a step.

“I can’t wait to be your wife,” she said, hugging him as tight as she could. Harry buried his
face in her hair and held her close as the Eye started again, slowly bringing them back down.

“Harry,” Hermione said as they bid the attendant good bye and thank you for the ride. “Did you
tell Cho that you were going to propose tonight or something?”

“What?” Harry looked at her. “Why, did she say something?”

“Right before the game started,” Hermione replied, holding her left hand out in the moonlight so
she could admire the ring again.

“That…” Harry didn’t finish his sentence. “She wasn’t supposed to say anything!”

“Don’t worry,” Hermione stopped in front of him. “I was completely surprised tonight Harry, I
had no idea you were going to do this.”

Harry relaxed. “All right,” he replied. Hermione smiled at him and they resumed walking.

“Can we have a quick engagement?” Hermione asked suddenly as they were nearing The Leaky
Cauldron.

“What?” Harry asked, surprised.

“Well… I don’t want a huge wedding, and the sooner we get married the less media attention we’ll
get…” Hermione mused.

“Good point,” Harry replied. They passed by a travel agency and in the window there was a large
poster size print of the Acropolis. He remembered Hermione talking about how much she loved it
there and an idea flashed into his head.

“How soon can you find a dress and all that?” he asked.

Hermione shrugged. “A few days, most likely, why?”

Harry grinned. “How about we shoot for two weeks from now?”

“I could manage that,” Hermione answered. “Especially if it’s just going to be the two of
us.”

“All right,” Harry said, excited. “Two weeks,” he repeated.

*** *** ***

“Are you ready?” Harry asked, coming into their bedroom. It was their wedding day, and Hermione
was finishing her packing.

“Yes, even though you won’t tell me where we’re going!” Hermione replied, but she smiled.

“Well…” Harry sat down on the edge of the bed. “What is your most favourite place in the entire
world?”

“Greece,” Hermione answered immediately.

“And if you could choose anyplace to be married, anywhere, where would it be?” Harry asked.

“Athens,” Hermione answered.

“Guess where we’re going to be married?” Harry grinned widely.

Hermione stared at him. “You… you mean…”

Harry chuckled and pulled two plane tickets out of his pocket. “Wedding for two, on top of the
Acropolis… tonight.”

Hermione stared at him a moment long and then a shrill scream erupted from her throat as she
launched herself at him, throwing her body on top of his so he was lying flat on his back.

“Harry are you serious?” she asked. “We’re really going to get married at the Acropolis?”

“Yup,” Harry answered. He laughed as Hermione pressed her lips to his fervently, kissing him
over and over again.

“Have I ever told you that you are absolutely the most amazing man on the face of this planet?”
she asked breathlessly.

“Yes,” Harry answered, smoothing back her hair. “But you can tell me again if you like. I’m
always in the mood for an ego boost.”

Hermione laughed and kissed him again. “We’d better get going,” she said, her lips still on
his.

“Wait,” Harry said as she pushed off him. “There’s more…”

“Really?” Hermione’s eyes brightened.

“Well, since you left all the planning to me for the wedding and honeymoon,” Harry paused and
Hermione made a face at him. “I think you’ll like what I picked out,” he pulled another set of
tickets out of his pocket and Hermione grabbed them.

“JAMAICA?” she cried.

Harry grinned as she jumped giddily. “I didn’t think when you told me to pack for warm weather
that we’d be going to Jamaica! This is absolutely brilliant Harry!”

“Maybe you should leave all the planning to me all the time,” Harry said smugly as he got up to
grab his suitcase.

“Maybe,” Hermione answered, putting the tickets safely in her purse. She picked up her suitcase
and garment bag containing her gown and took one last look around the room. “The next time we come
back here we’ll be married!”

Harry grinned at her again as they left the flat. They arrived at the airport in due fashion and
got on their plane.

“Why are we flying there instead of just Flooing?” Hermione asked in a low voice as they buckled
themselves in.

“I just thought it might be more fun,” Harry replied, squeezing her hand.

“Okay,” Hermione replied, leaning over to give him a quick kiss. Leaning her head on his
shoulder, Hermione slept through most of the short flight and woke up when Harry nudged her as they
landed.

Harry had made reservations at a beautiful old hotel in the middle of the city. Hermione could
see the Acropolis from the window and grew increasingly excited for that evening. She made Harry do
what he had to do in the loo before she barricaded herself in late in the afternoon.

Harry pulled his black dress robes on over his dress trousers and white shirt. He looked at
himself in the mirror, trying yet again in vain to get his hair to behave. Hermione liked his hair
messy, he was relieved about that. Sitting down on the bed, he glanced at the clock on the bedside
table then turned on the TV.

Hermione shook her long hair, letting her recently set curls fall into place. She could hardly
believe that it was her in the reflection. Hermione didn’t think she’d ever looked so pretty, but
every woman looked gorgeous on their wedding day.

She put on the lingerie she’d bought, it was strapless and lacy, something she wouldn’t normally
wear but she wanted to surprise Harry. A quick glance at her watch on the counter told her she
didn’t have much more time, so she hurried into her dress.

Hermione loved the dress she’d picked out. It was a halter, strapping behind her neck, and the
empire waist rose up in a point underneath her breasts. There were beaded flowers placed
sporadically throughout the rest of the gown with a small train flowing out behind her.

Hermione pulled two locks of hair back from her forehead and fastened them with clips that
matched her dress. She let out a deep breath then turned to look at herself in the full length
mirror on the back of the door.

“Harry?” she called out softly. “I’m ready,”

Harry got up when he heard Hermione and clicked off the TV. “I’m ready too,” he replied,
suddenly nervous. She opened the door slowly and as soon as Harry caught sight of her he felt as if
he’d been completely knocked off his feet.

“Hi,” she said softly, and somewhat shyly.

“You…” Harry couldn’t even blink. “Hermione… wow…”

She blushed a bit. “I take that to mean I look nice?” she said lightly.

Harry nodded vigorously. “Nice… nice isn’t even in my head right now. Hermione you look
absolutely gorgeous… I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful in my life.”

Hermione looked up at him, tiny tears in the corners of her eyes. “Thanks Harry,” she said
softly.

Harry couldn’t take his eyes off her. “I guess… we should go…” he finally said.

Hermione smiled. “All right,” she took his arm. They were Apparating to the Acropolis where the
Greek Minister of Magic would be waiting.

They apparated in about 20 metres away from where they were due to exchange vows.

“He should be here any minute.” Harry said as they looked around. The sun had fully set an hour
and a half before and the majestic building was lit up. They were the only ones up there and Harry
turned to his fiancée with a grin.

“How about a quick snog before the ceremony starts?” he asked wickedly. Not giving Hermione a
chance to answer, he had kissed her hard, his arms wrapping around the back of her gown while hers
went around his neck.

“Ahem,” a voice made them jump apart. The Greek Minister of Magic stood before them. “I see you
could not wait to be married before the honeymoon started,” he teased.

“The honeymoon started the day I met her,” Harry said, his arm still around Hermione’s waist.
She turned red as both men laughed.

“Thank you for doing this for us,” she spoke. “Harry and I really appreciate the
discretion.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he took a small bow. “Shall we?” he asked, gesturing to the front of the
Acropolis. They walked over and the Greek Minister opened the book he had with him.

He began to speak, but Hermione had almost no idea what he said. He was heavily accented so she
sometimes had trouble figuring out what part of the ceremony he was on until he was suddenly
looking at Harry expectantly.

Harry turned to face her. “Hermione, I promise from this day on to love you with every ounce of
my being,” he slipped the matching band onto her finger.

Now it was her turn. “Harry, I promise that I will love you from this day on, forever,” her
voice broke slightly on the last word and she coughed a little. Slipping the gold band over his
ring finger, he raised her hand up and kissed the back, his eyes twinkling.

“By the power invested in me by the Greek Ministry of Magic, I now pronounce you husband and
wife,” the other man said with a smile on his face. “You may kiss your bride.”

Harry grinned at her, his arms curving around her waist again. He lowered his head and their
kiss was brief but passionate. They broke apart and Hermione started laughing as she threw her arms
around her new husband and hugged him hard.

“Congratulations,” the Greek Minister said, kissing Hermione on the cheek. He shook Harry’s hand
and then Harry handed him a sack.

“Thank *you*,” Harry said.

“I’m honoured that you chose me to partake in your wedding,” the Greek Minister bowed again. He
smiled at the both of them and then apparated away.

Harry and Hermione turned to look at one another once they were alone again, staring at each
other for a few long moments before breaking into laughter.

“We did it,” Hermione hugged him tightly as Harry swung her around in a circle.

“You’re stuck with me now,” he replied, his green eyes slightly clouded.

“That’s not such a bad thing,” she replied, stroking her fingers through his hair.

Harry smiled at her and kissed her again. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Hermione replied, kissing him hard.

“Come on… I’m dying to get you out of that dress,” Harry said, his tone turning lustful.

“I’ve got a surprise for you underneath,” Hermione whispered, her voice gone husky.

That was all Harry needed to hear. He grabbed onto her and they apparated back to their hotel
room.

*** *** 36 Hours Later *** ***

“Ahh…” Harry Potter stretched, raising his arms above his head as the cool Caribbean breeze
wafted across the room. They’d gotten to Jamaica the previous day and had yet to see any of the
island. He was enjoying being married too much.

“Morning,” a voice greeted him and he turned on his side to see his wife lying cuddled next to
him. *His wife.* Harry grinned as he pushed some brown hair out of her eyes and tilted her
face back.

“Morning,” he echoed, giving her a chaste kiss. “Sleep well?”

“Yes,” Hermione replied coyly. “Especially after all the exercise I’ve gotten these past few
days.”

Harry laughed. “Well I thought maybe we could get some *other* exercise today. There’s a
waterfall nearby that we can go climb, or we could just go down by the beach.”

“Whatever,” Hermione rolled over him and kissed him again. “I’m going to go shower first.”

“Okay,” Harry responded, and after another kiss she pushed herself up and went into the
bathroom. He stretched again, smiling as he thought about how he was going to join her in a
moment.

“Who’d have thought one night long would lead me to this?” he asked himself as he got up to join
his wife.

Go here to see Hermione’s engagement ring and wedding band:

http://mywebpage.netscape.com/kbranagh79/rings.JPG

And go here to see Hermione’s wedding dress:

http://mywebpage.netscape.com/kbranagh79/dress.JPG

Wow, and THAT is the end, the end of the end of One Night Long. Thanks to all you guys who stuck
with me through this story! See you with an update on one of my other ones soon!