No love stories in the kitchen

Disclaimer: I don't own nobody of the characters, they are property of JK Rowling.

Chapter One

“The Invitation”

Hermione Granger was a very beautiful girl, with curly brown hair and cinnamon eyes. She lived with her parents, in a small town near Sheffield. It was named Barnsley.

Her parents were two owners of a small restaurant in the city, and Hermione had grown in the kitchen, first looking then helping her mother cooking. Now that she was 20 years old, she was in charge of going to the market to buy the groceries and the other supplies for the restaurant.

Her father, Robert Granger, had worked hard to open his restaurant, but now he was one of the most important citizens of Barnsley. He was in those days working hard to be trained for the annual town race on bike. He had always claimed he had been quite good as cyclist, so he wanted to do a good show of himself in the race.

Finally the day of the race came.

Hermione was as usual at the market, buying supplies, and the racers had to pass near there, so she was able to see her father pass by there.

“Go on, Dad, you're doing great!” she shouted, trying to encourage him.

Robert smiled at her and tried to pedal faster, to catch up with the head of the race. Hermione shook her head amused and paid the supplier, then headed toward the van she used for supplies.

In the meantime, her mother, Anne Granger, was in the restaurant, starting to cook for the lunch. In that moment a quite bald young man, named Eric, came to bring them the polished laundry. He was very interested in Hermione, as he many times had said to Robert.

Anne paid him, and greeted him, then she was ready to return to her work in the kitchen when the post arrived. She exchanged some words with the postman, then tucked the many envelopes in her apron.

Few minutes later, Hermione arrived at the restaurant. It was a nice place, very simple, but still it had its affectionate clientele. Practically, all the town had come to eat there more than once, and all of them had been very satisfied.

Hermione carried the packs to the kitchen and started unpacking them while chatting with her mother.

“Mum, I saw Dad in the race, while I was at the market” she said

“Really? How was he doing?” Anne asked, amused

“Well, he seemed a little in trouble, if you want the truth, but you know, those races are long and tiring. It could have been all a tactic” she replied.

That afternoon, Anne and Hermione accompanied Robert to receive an award.

“And it is with great pleasure that also this year we give you this award as the best restaurateur of the city, Mr. Granger” the provost said, handing him a silver cup.

Robert beamed at his daughter and his wife, who were both smiling at him. When they were back to the restaurant, however, Robert went to entertain some important guests, while Hermione and Anne were in the kitchen.

“You know, Dad takes all the awards and the cheers, but it is the two of us who do all the work. We really should ask to be paid, at least” Hermione said at her mother.

“Hey, you, in the kitchen! Bring us some wine! And hurry up with that pasta!” Robert yelled from the main room.

Hermione rolled her eyes and took some wine, bringing it to the table her father was. When she returned in the kitchen, she started working again.

“Hey, dear, I forgot. Today this letter had arrived for you” Anne said, taking an envelope from her apron and handing it to Hermione.

She tore it open and started reading.

Dear Ms. Hermione Granger, you have been chosen to have a stage at the “Garden” restaurant, in London. The restaurant is owned by the famous chef Harry Potter. Please come here to the restaurant in the next two days if you want to accept the stage.

When she had finished reading, she didn't believe her eyes. She started jumping up and down as a child, shouting.

“Mum! I had been invited for a stage at the “Garden”, in London. I'll work with Harry Potter! Please, read it for me, to check if I'm dreaming!”

Anne took the letter from her daughter and read it. It was all true.

“Yes, but how will I convince Dad to let me go?” Hermione said, all the excitement gone away.

“Don't worry, dear. He will let you go, in a way or in another” her mother reassured her.

“Hey, have you finished chatting there? We are waiting the pasta!” Robert yelled again.

After all the guest had gone away, Robert, Hermione and Anne were seated at a table, talking.

“Dear, Hermione had been invited to a stage in London” Anne said, matter-of- factly.

“What? And who had invited you?” Robert asked

“The “Garden”, the most famous restaurant in London. The restaurant of Harry Potter” Hermione replied, already knowing that she would have to fight for going.

“And who is this Harry Potter?”

“He is the best chef in all England, Dad” Hermione replied again, now starting to get nervous.

“Well, you won't go. You'll stay here and you'll marry Eric. He loves you very much” Robert said.

“You can't stop me, Dad. I'm of age, and my dream is to become a great chef, so I'll go. You already had stopped me to attend a good school of cuisine, when I was younger” Hermione said, standing up and going to her room.

“You're really selfish, Robert. You can't break her dream this way” Anne said, angrily.

“Ah, that's only rubbish. She would finish plucking potatoes for that Potter” Robert said, drinking his liquor.

In the same moment, in London there was a press meeting at the “Garden”, for an award. The provost started talking.

“We're here reunited to award our famous chef Harry Potter again as the best chef in the country. We are also honoured to give him the honorary keys of the city, for the fame he is bringing to our town in the tourism sector” he said.

Harry took the award and the keys.

“Well, finally they gave me my home's keys” he joked, then added: “I'm planning to enlarge my restaurant.”

Next morning, Eric came again and Robert greeted him.

“Eric! What a surprise to see you here! Come, Hermione is eager to see you. She always talks about you. If you like her, you should do your move, `cause she is getting frustrated. Let's go to wake her up, I'll let you bring her the breakfast” he said. He knew he was lying, but he thought it was for Hermione's good.

And so they did. They reached Hermione's door.

“Hermione, dear, open. There is a surprise for you.”

They knocked again and again, but nothing. Hermione didn't respond.

Disclaimer: I don't own nobody of the characters, they are property of JK Rowling.

A/N: Hello, my readers and reviewers and thanks for the trust you give me reading my story!!

Akjennymay9: I know this is a little silly, but I liked the fiction on the TV and so I thought to make a H/Hr version of it…

Spaz141: Thanks for the compliments, however I don't think Harry has to be older than Hermione

Creepy Susie: I don't know “Jamie's Kitchen” so I don't know…however, I agree that Robert had not been a good father in this case…

Readinggirl: Thanks for your praise!!

Babyhalo19: On the grammar I can agree with you, on the plot, I don't like Robert this way, too, but I'm following the plot of the fiction I saw on the TV…so he must be this way.

Jack Ryan: Thanks for the suggestion!

Hermione Graner Potter: I'm happy you liked it.

HnH4EvA19: Yeah, I think she has to fight for her dreams…

Anonimous: No, there is no magic in this story.

Muirnin: First, I want to tell you your stories are really good. Then, there is no magic here, sorry for that…

Chapter Two

“London, first contact”

Robert forced the door open, and saw that the room was empty. All was in perfect order, but there was not sign of Hermione.

He was shocked for a moment before understanding what had happened. He found a letter on the pillow, so he opened it and read it.

Dear Mum,

I've followed your advice, and now I'm travelling toward London.

Kisses,

Hermione

Robert was furious, so dismissed Eric and went to the kitchen where his wife was.

“Anne, Hermione is gone. She left this letter” he said, angrily.

She read the short message, and fought the urge to smile. It would haven't been good in front of Robert.

“Well, you should have not read it. There was written “For Mum” on the envelope” she retorted, not caring about her husband's anger.

Robert headed toward the phone and called Hermione on her mobile. It rang many times, before she answered.

“Hermione, where are you?” he yelled

“I'm on a taxi in London, Dad. As I said yesterday, I'm of age now, so you can't stop me” she said matter-of-factly.

“You must come back now!” he shouted again, but she didn't care and closed the conversation.

***

Hermione arrived at the “Garden” and asked for knowing where to go. She was led to a changing room, then to the kitchen. Here there was an head, named Severus Snape.

He was a greasy person, very strict and very little friendly.

“Go there to pluck the potatoes” he growled.

“There is a mistake, I'm Harry Potter's help” she said innocently.

“If you don't go to pluck those potatoes, I'll kick your arse to get you out of there” Snape hissed.

Hermione surrendered and started plucking the potatoes. Then she did the same with the tomatoes.

“If I knew this was what I would have done here, I would have remained home” she thought.

However, in that hard day, she had been able to make friends with a red haired boy, named Ron Weasley. He after work led her to a dorm where his sister, Ginny Weasley, his twins George and Fred and another girl, Lavender Brown, lived with him. They too were apprentices at the “Garden”, but in different sections.

They assigned her a bed in the girls' room, then they explained her about the school.

“School?” she asked, surprised.

“Well, yes. In the morning we go to the school, the “Haute Cuisine Academy of London”, of course. We all have to go there, if we want to be great chefs” Ginny said, excited.

“Of course, to attend the school you must be registered, paying the rate” George added.

Hermione saddened. She had not the money to attend the school. However, she was a smart girl, and she was sure she would find a solution.

***

Next morning, she started to work in the academy as a caretaker, and in this way she was able to overhear the lessons. She also looked at them, being careful to not being seen. She knew that it was not really regular, but that was the only way she could hear the lessons, for the moment.

After school, she headed to the “Garden” with the others, and started again doing humble works.

She had to move the salad from the van in which it had arrived to the kitchen. She took three baskets of salad, and walked toward the kitchen, till…

CRASH!!

She hit another young worker.

“I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it. However, you could have been more attentive” she said.

“I? You should have been more attentive!!” he replied, then added: “Are you new here?”

She nodded.

“I saw that. You have entered the patisserie. Quick, pick up that salad if you don't want a fine”

“A fine?” she asked, disbelieving. “But we are not paid here!”

“Yeah, but Snape is very strict. If you make something fall, he gives you a fine” the young man said, walking away.

She started picking up salad when Snape arrived.

“Fine!” he growled.

“But I…” she rambled.

“I said fine!” Snape shouted, and signed it on a notes, walking away.

She mimicked his expression, while finishing the work, then she burst in a fit of giggles, despite the anger she was feeling.

***

Days were passing slowly, she was always working hard and with no wage in the “Garden” and overhearing lessons at school. She wasn't happy, but she was determined to don't give up.

Finally, one day, she saw Harry Potter entering the kitchen, but he didn't pass near them. She sighed.

The only thing she was happy there was the friendship with her dorm mates, especially Ginny and Lavender. But those two were also the reason she had not given up yet. They continued encouraging her, giving her the strength to go on.

Few days later, she had the chance to meet Potter. He had passed near her, giving her a nod, as to all the other trainees. It was enough for now for her.

One afternoon, she returned home really knackered and crashed on her bed. Ginny and Lavender started talking with her about a party they were going, and invited her to go, too. She tried to refuse, but at the end she had let the two girls to convince her.

She was dressed in a red dress with spaghetti straps, that fitted her very well, exalting her gorgeous body. Lavender had lent it to her.

She was wandering in the hall, not really wanting to dance, when she heard some noise. Harry Potter had arrived at the party.

Few minutes later, she was looking at Lavender and Ginny enjoying their selves, dancing with Ron and another boy she didn't know when she was tapped on the shoulder.

“May I have this dance, miss?”

She turned and nearly passed out. She really didn't expect that.

Harry Potter had asked her to dance.

Disclaimer: I don't own nobody of the characters, they are property of JK Rowling.

Creepy Susie: Later Robert will go, but not for now.

Hermione Graner Potter: Thank you!!

Muirnin: Well, I can't stand anything that is not H/Hr, so…however, that TV fiction hit me very hard, and I had to write this!

HnH4EvA19: Well, I chose the place which fitted Snape best…lol

Spaz141: Thank you for your suggestion, I'll think about it.

Michou: Thanks to you, my dear.

Akjennymay9: I'm not offended, not worry. I too thought it was silly before writing it…

Tinydancer: No, he won't do that.

Chapter Three

“Acting strange”

She blushed a little and nodded.

Harry took her in his arms, starting to swing her around the dance floor. She was feeling a little dizzy. Harry Potter was dancing with her!

She was still disbelieving, but it felt really good to dance with him, she had to admit. While dancing, they started chatting.

“What do you do in life? I hope not the chef, because I really can't suffer the chef women” he asked

“No, I'm not a chef. I'm an art student. I'm here in London for that” she replied, lying. She didn't know why, but she didn't want to drive him away.

They danced a little more, then they headed to the dessert table.

“Do you want some strawberries with whipped cream?” he asked her gently.

“Yes, thanks” she replied, so he gave her a cup.

She started eating it, chatting with him, when the cup slipped from her hands, and fell on his white jacket.

“No problem, I'll be back soon” he said, and went to polish it.

In the meantime, Hermione ran away, ashamed for what she had done.

When Harry returned, he tried to find her, but in vain. Instead he found the director of his restaurant, Draco Malfoy, that was also his manager.

“Oh, Harry. I've been searching you all the night. Cho and her father are arrived” Draco said.

Harry nodded, and followed him to his girlfriend, the daughter of a big industrialist of frozen food, who was helping Harry to keep open his restaurant, giving him money and having back spots for his products.

“Harry! I'm so happy to see you!” Cho squealed when she saw him.

Harry nodded and took her in his arms, still thinking about Hermione.

“I'll have to find her again, soon or later” he thought.

That night, Hermione told her dorm mates what had happened.

“Don't get too excited. He changes girlfriend once a week” George said. Fred nodded.

“Yeah, you're here to become a chef, not to fall in love with a chef” Lavender and Ginny added.

“I know that” Hermione said, but her expression told the girls the contrary. Ginny changed the argument as she knew better than talking about love lives in front of the boys.

Next day, while Harry was going to take some photos for the advertisement of frozen tuna, he suddenly turned to Draco.

“Draco, I've to find a girl. I was dancing with her at the party before Cho arrived. I know only that she studies arts”

“Well, maybe you should hire a private eye. But I think it is too little information to work on” then he laughed.

Harry scowled, then entered the building in which he had to have the photos taken.

When he exited, he was fuming.

“Draco, make sure those photos don't appear in England. I've a reputation to defend” he bellowed entering the “Garden”. Then he went in the kitchens.

Hermione saw him entering and quickly went to work as far as she could from him, hoping he would not recognize her.

When Harry exited the kitchens, he met Draco in the main room of the restaurant.

“Draco, I'm going to the National Museum” he said

“Still trying to find that girl?” Draco replied knowingly

“Yes” Harry said sternly, while leaving.

Lavender, who heard that as she was practicing as a sommelier, went to find Hermione, and told her where Harry was going.

Hermione thanked her, then changed and ran to the Museum. She sat on the steps, faking to be drawing.

Harry spotted her. He smiled, happy to have found her.

“Hey” he said softly, while sitting near her

“Oh, hello” she replied happily.

“Are those your drawings? Can I see them?” he politely asked.

“No, they are only sketches, nothing good to be seen” she replied.

Harry didn't push the argument, even if he was a little puzzled.

After a while, she said she needed to go.

“Well, let me accompany you” Harry offered but she refused, so he practically obliged her to take a taxi.

As soon as the taxi left, she asked it to stop and went back to the “Garden” on her feet as she had no money to pay the taxi.

She was late, so Snape bellowed at her. She started working cleaning the floor, but that didn't upset her. She was still thinking of Harry.

Few days later, Harry had invited her to dinner, so she had asked secretly her mother to send her some money. Her mother had sent her three hundred pounds, while she had asked only for one hundred and a half.

After dinner, she let him accompany her home, but she gave him a fake address, then returned to the dorm on her feet.

She was acting strange, and she hated the way she was acting, but she didn't want to loose him, so she didn't want to let him know she wanted to be a chef.

Disclaimer: I don't own nobody of the characters, they are property of JK Rowling.

A/N: Thank you my faithful readers and reviewers, I am really happy for your support.

Muirnin: No, he definitely won't like it. But we have a long journey before he finds out. Not too long, though.

Babyhalo19: Thanks!

HnH4EvA19: Thanks, however he is not joking.

Akjennymay9: Hmm…I can say to you nothing, or I'll spoil the plot…

Creepy Susie: Well, maybe I should have written those conversations. I'll try to do better in future!

Spaz141: Yeah, a lot of things to work out…

Jack Ryan: I'll try to rush less…but it's not simple, as I'm trying to remember what happens in the fiction, and possibly the same words…I'll try though.

Hermione Graner Potter: Even one of the best? I didn't think it could turn out good!

Anonimous: The story would have been quite finished, in that way…

Dolphingurl: Yes, he will find out…but I'm not telling when and how…

Chapter Four

“Troubles”

Few days later, she had still been able to keep her real occupation a secret for Harry. She still had not given him her name or her address when she met him few times, out of the museum, or when he had invited her to dinner.

In the meantime, she had been punished many times by Snape for being late in her turns in the kitchen, and at school she had been caught by the Professor, Chef Dumbledore, eavesdropping.

The old chef had been severe, not allowing her to overhear the lesson.

When she had had to polish the room, she had found a lot of remaining on the table, so she started cooking a plate that her mother had taught her.

Chef Dumbledore had gone to change himself after the lesson, and when he was walking down the corridor to go away, he sensed a very good scent coming from the room of the lesson. He entered to look what was going on, and found Hermione looking at the fruit of her job.

When she saw him, she hurried to throw it away, but the teacher stopped her and tasted the dish.

He found it very good. She tried to convince him to let her attend the lessons, but he was irremovable. She was not registered in the school, so he can't let her attend the lessons.

“Ms. Granger, I'm really sorry, I have just seen you have a good talent in you, but if you're not registered, I can do nothing to help you” had been his last reply, that day.

When she told that to Ginny and Lavender, they said that she had to go on and don't give up, first or later he would be convinced.

Finally, the twins found the solution. They found out something about his past, so proposed her to bring up that speaking with him.

After a long time begging him to help her, she tackled him, approaching him in the park with his dog. She started talking about his rebel behaviour in his youth.

“I'm sure that if you had been a rule breaker in your youth, you still have something of that in you. Please, I really would do everything to have these lessons!” she said.

Finally, he huffed and agreed.

She started having private lessons after the others so she did great progresses.

But if her life was improving in the study area, it was going not so well in the love area.

Yes, she had been out with Harry few other times, but she still was afraid of telling him the truth. He, on the other hand, could not be too obvious as he had an official girlfriend. An imposed one, as he could not break up with Cho without her father stopping to help his restaurant, but still he had one.

In the official occasions he had to appear with Cho, even if he would have preferred to go with Hermione.

Finally, one evening they went out for a date, and Harry asked her name.

She lied.

“My name is Electra” she said. However, this time she let him take her home, at the right address.

“It's a little improvement” she thought. But that was not all for the night.

He kissed her, before letting her go, and she replied fully. Their tongues battled fiercely in each other's mouth for a long time, till they parted for need of air.

When she entered her bed, she was not able to sleep, as he did. They passed the night awake, thinking about the other.

This was only a drop in the Sahara.

Harry had to go and present the frozen food Cho's father produced in Japan. Obviously with Cho.

Hermione didn't know that, so she had been very offended when she didn't hear from him for three weeks.

When Harry returned, he went to Hermione's dorm to speak with her, but she was not there.

Fred opened the door.

“Hi. I'm searching Electra” Harry said politely.

“Electra is dead” Fred and George, who had arrived too, said.

Harry was desperate.

Electra, the girl he was totally in love with, was dead!

He thanked them and ran away, trying to hold the tears.

When Hermione returned the dorm, nobody told her that Harry had searched her.

She continued studying with Chef Dumbledore and being late at the “Garden”.

Harry continued not seeing her in the restaurant.

In the meantime, her parents had been reassured constantly by her on how she was doing there, even with some lies. She could not let her father know that he was right and that she was really plucking potatoes.

Hermione had by now become really close friends with Ginny, Lavender, Ron and the twins. The two of them were really pranksters, always making fun of the others, but still they were ready to help if you needed something, so she felt she could rely on her friends in this difficult time of her life.

“Don't worry, you can find a better man than him, I'm sure” Ginny said, trying to cheer her up about her love life.

“I know. But I was really starting to think he liked me, instead…”

For the next week, she always worked hard at school and at the restaurant. She thought about Harry as little as she could, trying to get him out of her system. With not good results, though.

Harry, instead, was doing nothing to forget her. On the contrary, he was always more harsh with Cho, and Draco kept telling him to be careful, because they really needed her father's help.

“He is giving you the chance to keep the “Garden” open. You should be more grateful to him” Draco said

“And for what? For making me have pictures with frozen tuna or making me stick with a girl I don't love?” Harry snapped at him.

“Well, that Electra girl is dead, so you have to forget her” Draco retorted

Harry grabbed Draco on the neck and pushed him on the wall.

“Don't even say that. She is not dead, I know that. I'll found her, soon or later” he hissed menacingly.

Disclaimer: I don't own nobody of the characters, they are property of JK Rowling.

A/N: Thank you to all my readers and reviewers, your support is really important for me!!

Creepy Susie: No, it's not her. He will be, though.

Hermione Graner Potter: Thanks, as usual!

Akjennymay9: In fact, he doesn't believe it. In that moment, everyone would have been upset and sorry, but he doesn't believe it. He has not seen her because she is doing her best to not be seen, plus he is not very much in the kitchen, as he is often discussing promos with Draco or Mr. Chang.

Jack Ryan: Thanks for the support!

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Tinydancer: Ok, I'll try to describe better their emotions and feelings, I really need to understand that the lot of you has not seen the TV fiction so I need to explain a bit more. For the grammar, I'm trying to get a beta, in the meantime I'll be more attentive.

Fire Gazer: Well, I think there will be a mutual rage toward each other…

Dolphingurl: He will find out soon…

Davaca: Sorry to be deluding you, but I took inspiration by the TV fiction. If you had seen it, you would have found the differences, plus the last chapters of the story will be totally my creation, as I didn't see how the TV series finished, as I missed the last two instalments, so I think there is enough originality. Plus, I said this one was an AU fic…

Babyhalo19: Thanks!

Readinggirl: She won't say that…but he will know, somehow…

Chapter Five

“Confrontation”

Hermione had been late once more at the “Garden”, after her personal lessons with Chef Dumbledore, so Snape, who had disliked her since the first day, had been happy to punish her definitely. She had been kicked out of the restaurant. Now she had only the school and the dream of Harry coming back to her.

She knew her one was not only a simple crush for a famous man. In the few dates and encounters they had had she had seen that under the famous chef there was a sweet and caring man, and she had fallen in love with that one, with Harry, not with the “famous Harry Potter, best chef in England”.

Harry, contemporarily in that day, was really fuming, in his manager's office.

“Draco, give me only one reason to not go and kick Cho's father arse. I had said that I didn't want those promos in England, and what is he doing? He is going to attach them in all London!”

“Harry, calm down! You need him, so be quiet and do what he says”

“But he doesn't respect the pacts!”

“Actually, he does. In the contract you signed, there was a little note, saying that if the frozen food's sells would increase more than fifty per cent, he could attach the promos in England” Draco replied nonchalantly.

“And why didn't you tell me that?” Harry growled

“Oh, Harry, you're acting like a child. That contract is our safety, so please shut up and do what he says, for our good”

Harry didn't seem convinced, but he nodded.

***

It was by now four months after the day Hermione had arrived in London, and she and her friends had decided to open their own restaurant. She was ecstatic, for the first time since her arrive in London. Well, apart from the dates with Harry, obviously.

Her father, however, had discovered the truth about what she had been doing in the past months so he left for London, decided to bring her back.

He reached the dorm where she lived, and entered it.

“Hermione, you're coming back now” he shouted.

He looked in the flat for her room, and when he found it, he started throwing her things in the suitcase. Hermione entered the room, glaring at him.

“Dad, I'm an adult! You can't bring me back against my will. I'll remain here. I'm not coming back” she replied, as angrily as he had spoken.

“You can be an adult, but I'm still your father, and you'll obey me!” he yelled

“No, I'm staying here, that's final. You can't drag me away, and I won't come on my will” she retorted

The argument continued a long time on these tones, till Chef Dumbledore, with whom Hermione had one last theory lesson, arrived there.

He heard the shouting, so went to Hermione's room.

“They had been fighting like that for one hour, now” Ginny said to the former chef, looking with him to the daughter and father shouting match from the threshold of the room.

He nodded and cleared his throat.

“I reckon there is a problem with Ms. Granger's decision to become a chef” he said, looking Robert directly in the eyes.

“Yes, and this is not your matter, whoever you are, so please leave us alone” Robert snapped.

“I don't think I'm totally not affected by this, as I'm your daughter's teacher at the “Haute Cuisine Academy”, Mr. Granger” Dumbledore replied quite sternly.

“Plus, I think you should give your daughter what she wants, that is only some freedom. After all, she is one of the best students in my school in all its story. She is really skilled to be a great chef” he added looking at Hermione, the twinkle in his blue eyes promptly returning.

After half an hour, Robert Granger was leaving the dorm, defeated. He had accepted that Hermione would remain in London. Chef Dumbledore had convinced him, exalting his daughter skills.

“Give her a little time, and I would be surprised if all the world would not speak about her” the old chef had closed the discussion.

Two weeks later, Anne Granger had already sent her the credit card, so she had given her part of the money for the furnishing of the restaurant without problems. All of them had gained the money in some ways, and they started working hard to create an interesting place in a rented building.

They furnished it with a modern look, placing an old car in it, and making it look as a garage. They placed some false gears in the walls, then the door was a garage door, and things like that…the old car was able to function as two tables, if needed, one on the front and one on the rear side of it.

They called it “The Garage”. The name fitted perfectly the appearance.

Chef Dumbledore helped them to choose a good menu to offer, as Hermione, who was the chef, wanted to go on the Mediterranean cuisine. Then the old chef helped them choosing the wines, and finally the desserts.

They were organised this way: Hermione was the chef, Lavender was the responsible of the wines, the sommelier, while Ron was the chef for the desserts. George, Fred and Ginny were the waiters.

Finally the night of the opening of the restaurant arrived. They had prepared some simple promos, but when they opened, only Chef Dumbledore was there.

“I wanted to be your first client” he said, smiling and with a twinkle in his blue eyes.

They served him, and said he didn't have to pay.

He complimented with them, but said that they were too quick in serving.

“People wants also to chat, not being interrupted by a too quick waiter” he said

They nodded, keeping that in mind for the next clients. But nobody came that night.

That same day, Harry was infuriated as never in his life. The promos had finally come out in England, so London was full of photos of him with a pan full of frozen tuna.

He had been so angry that he literally kicked Draco out of his office, to be alone thinking.

“Electra, where are you? You're the only thing that keeps me living…I'll find you first or later” he sighed, keeping his head in his hands. But his hope was going weaker every day.

When he left the “Garden” he went to a pub. There he had two beers and eight whiskeys and he was totally drunk. He left the pub on his feet, but barely. It was by now half past ten in the evening.

In the same moment, Mrs. Lovegood called “The Garage”.

“Hello, “The Garage” speaking” Fred said

“I'm Mrs. Lovegood, I would like four Mediterranean dishes. I leave the choice to you”

“Ok, they will arrive as soon as possible” he said.

When Hermione had cooked them, she went to bring them to Mrs. Lovegood.

“Oh, thank you, Hermione. I'll see you soon” Mrs. Lovegood said, after having taken the packages and paid her.

Hermione greeted her, too, then started to go away. But on the main door, she met a very drunk Harry.

“Heloo! Howw are you, ddeear?” Harry said, smiling at her. Then he grabbed her shoulder for remaining on his feet.

She took pity of him, so she helped him to his flat. There, she went to use the loo.

When she exited the bathroom, she found Harry completely naked, lying on his belly, on his bed.

He was deeply asleep.

She smiled and with her lipstick wrote on his butt “TUNA”. She giggled and kissed him on the cheek.

“Good Night, Harry. I love you” she whispered softly in his ear, stroking his hair.

Then her mobile rang.

“Hermione, come back soon. We have a group of nuns here” Ginny said.

“I'm coming” she said. But she forgot her phone on his bed.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters; they are property of JK Rowling.

A/N: Finally I have a beta! It's Cheryl, so if you find this chapter is much better than the previous, great part of the merit is hers!

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Davaca: I know, in fact I don't think I'll write other fics without magic…

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Chapter Six

“Fighting”

Next morning, Hermione read in the newspaper something shocking.

Orange flowers in the “Garden”

By Rita Skeeters

The famous chef Harry Potter has finally decided to make eternal his love for the respectable Cho Chang, daughter of one of the biggest frozen food producers in Europe. The young couple is to be wed in a few months time.

We all expected, as the couple have been together for a year now, that an engagement was eminent. Finally the awaited moment has arrived. The affection they often publicly shared, led many of us to believe their relationship would lead to marriage.

I am personally very happy for our beloved chef, who makes all of us proud of being Londoners. He deserves his happiness, and who better for him than the daughter of a great industrialist?

The wedding is planned for June, and there will be a huge crowd of guests, as the engaged couple are two of the most famous young people in the country. It is certain that many celebrities will attend the anticipated nuptials.

Hermione read through the article in disbelief, her heart plummeting into her stomach. She really hadn't anticipated an engagement. Finally, she threw the whole newspaper in the trash. Succumbing to the sadness Hermione allowed the tears she had been holding back to flow freely.

Ginny tried to comfort her as best as she could, but Hermione simply kept crying.

***

That same morning, her father called her on the mobile. It rang a long time, before Harry picked it up and answered.

“Hello?” he said sleepily.

“Hello, may I speak with Hermione?” Robert asked.

“With who?” Harry retorted, with his head still spinning from the hangover, he closed the phone.

Robert called back with the same result.

Robert's third attempt was no better.

***

Meanwhile, Hermione though still distraught calmed down and pulled her self together. She had no tears left; she had cried herself out, over a man who didn't even know who she really was. Hermione had a long hard day to face; she forced herself to get ready. Reaching for her mobile to make a few calls, she discovered it was missing. A cold chill ran down her spine as she remembered where she left it.

Just when Harry was going to fall asleep again, Hermione called her mobile.

“Hello…I accidentally left my mobile at your flat, how can I retrieve it?” Hermione politely asked.

“What? You left your mobile in my flat?” Harry asked, still confused. He had not recognized her voice.

“Yes, I did,” Hermione replied.

“Listen, I don't know who you are or what had happened last night between us, but if you're trying to blackmail me…” he retorted.

“Blackmail you? Please, the only thing I want from you is my mobile back.” Hermione pleaded.

After a little pause, Harry agreed to leave the phone at the reception.

Harry staggered out of bed, intent on a nice hot shower. He noticed the word “TUNA” in big red letters written across his buttocks reflecting back at him in the bathroom mirror. Suddenly he was shocked awake. He charged into the shower like a bull whom had been taunted by something red. Harry violently scrubbed the offending word from is body completing his shower and dressing quickly. Still in a rage he stormed out of his flat to the “Garden” nearly knocking out three waiters before kicking Draco's office door open.

“Harry, the press is here. Where have you been? You're late for the interview,” Draco stated, trying to drag him toward the pressroom.

“I'm NOT going in there. I've come to tell you that I will not do this anymore. People are…they…I'm being called TUNA!!!” Harry bellowed.

“And who has been calling you that?” Draco asked desperately trying not the smirk.

“That's not important. Someone did. I'm going home to sleep now,” stated Harry.

In that moment, Hermione's mobile rang. Harry answered.

“You didn't leave my mobile at the reception. Where can we meet so you can give it back to me?” Hermione asked, quite upset.

“Meet me in the bar in front of the National Museum in twenty minutes,” Harry replied, leaving without another word to Draco.

***

Twenty minutes later, Harry was seated at a table in the bar. Hermione arrived and spotted him.

“Can you give me my mobile?” she asked when she reached him.

“Of course I…” Harry started, but then he lifted his eyes to look at her.

“Electra! Is really you?” he asked, completely surprised.

“Yes, why are you so surprised?” she replied, quite harshly.

“But…this can't be true. Your dorm-mates…they told me you were dead.” Harry whispered staring directly at Hermione in wonder.

“Dead? Oh, please, find another excuse-“ Hermione was really upset now. Who did he think he was? Did he really think she'd buy that pathetic excuse?

“Excuse for what?” Harry angrily interrupted. Why did this girl think he needed any excuse?

“For not calling me in almost four weeks!” she shouted.

“I was in Japan!” Harry yelled back.

“In Japan? And why?” Hermione asked

“Because my girlfriend's father wanted to have some promos for his products there, and I had to go and do that!” replied Harry exasperated.

“And in the meanwhile, you proposed her.” she finished sarcastically.

“Actually, she asked me. I can't break up her or her father will pull his financial support of my restaurant. In truth, she means nothing to me,” he explained rather deadpanned, “However, when I returned I did go to your dorm looking for you; but like I said before your dorm-mates told me you were dead.”

“And which of my so-called dorm-mates said that?” she asked, she was still sceptical.

“Well…I don't know them by name, but they are twins, red-hair and freckles…” Harry answered.

Hermione's expression changed from affronted to ready to kill. Fred and George would be facing her wrath later.

For the moment Hermione focused her attention on Harry. Yes, he was engaged and yes, she too had lied to him, but she was drawn to him. She could not control herself; she had to be near him. Smiling she joined him at table.

She looked into expectant green-eyes and started her confession, “Harry…I've lied to you too…my name is not Electra…its Hermione.” She waited anxiously for his response.

Harry was a little taken aback. He recovered quickly and stated firmly, “It doesn't matter. I don't think I can live without you. After all, I've told a lie or two in my life too.”

For sometime they just sat there gazing at each other, occasionally sipping from their drinks. Slowly they started talking. Soon they were laughing and sharing anecdotes from each other's lives, their respective commitments for the day completely forgotten.

It was rather late when Harry suggested that Hermione go home with him. Her brain told her no, but heart readily agreed.

***

Harry closed the door behind him. He stood there admiring the amazing women before him and it hit him, “I love you,” he blurted out.

Hermione looked a little shocked, “I love you too,” she replied slowing moving into Harry's embrace.

“I want to show you how much,” whispered Harry. Hermione nodded as their lips met in an all too intoxicating kiss. And he loved her and loved her some more. They were still naked in bed, snuggled close to each other, when the jingling of keys opening the door startled them.

On the other side the door were Draco and Cho.

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Chapter Seven

“The “Garage” goes well”

Harry jumped out of bed and grabbed his silk dressing gown, putting it on quickly.

“Harry, luv, we are here,” Cho said.

He swiftly moved to the entrance hall, while Hermione hastily dressed.

“Oh, what a good surprise,” Harry said, internally he thought `You've really the worst timing in the world, my dear.'

“Well, I'll go and put this bottle in the kitchen.” Draco said.

“No, don't worry, I'll do it myself.” Harry replied, taking the Champagne bottle from Draco's hands. Harry couldn't risk his manager running into Hermione while going to the kitchen. Draco and Cho exchanged confused looks, as they shrugged off Harry's odd behaviour deciding to let it drop.

Harry artfully distracted the pair to the living room, giving Hermione just enough time to make good her escape from the flat unnoticed. As Hermione stealthily made her exit she took one last glance at Harry, he was kissing his fiancé. Harry knew Hermione might see the kiss, he sighed inwardly, but he had to keep up the façade. Again Hermione's heart broke, she ran down the steps tears falling freely. `What was I thinking,' she chided herself.

***

Later that afternoon Harry went to Hermione's dorm sporting a huge bouquet of red roses, yet once again she was not there. George took the roses from Harry and again failed to mention Harry's visit to Hermione.

***

Few days later, Hermione's parents came to visit and take a look at the restaurant.

“Nice place, I must say. It has a modern look, but it is nice.” Robert commented, as he scrutinized the establishment.

“Thanks, we're really proud of the decor.” Hermione replied sheepishly.

“Well, how about giving us a tour of the kitchen?” Anne asked.

“No problem. Please, follow me.” her daughter replied.

While touring the facility, Robert took advantage of the situation by sampling a menu offering.

“Hmm…those meatballs are really tasty, my compliments!” Robert expressed smiling at this daughter proudly. Unfortunately, in his enthusiasm for seconds, Robert accidentally knocked over a nearby salt bowl covering the delicious meatballs. Hermione moved to dispose of the now ruined food, but became distracted with conversation and the meatballs remained on the counter.

Finally, the friend of Robert's they were waiting for arrived.

“Hey, Remus! It's good to see you after a so long a time!!” Robert said, hugging his old friend.

“Yeah, it really is.” Remus Lupin said, while sitting at their table.

Enjoying pleasant conversation, Remus reached over to try one of the forgotten meatballs, despite being covered in salt, he thought they were absolutely marvellous. Quickly he devoured the entire bowl. Impressed with the restaurant and most likely swayed by great tasting meatballs, Remus committed to help with publicity for the restaurant.

Remus came through; the next evening the “Garage” was full to capacity. The clientele was diverse with famous and non-famous customers in attendance. Hermione and her partners were thrilled and overwhelmed at the same time. Not used to being this busy, two orders got lost in the chaos of the kitchen. The sheer volume was quickly becoming too much for the enthusiastic six, so Robert and Anne stepped in to help. Robert took a plate from the counter intending to deliver it to the appropriate table; however, he tripped on something causing the plate to slip from his hands landing squarely on the head of none other than hard-rocker bad girl, Pansy Parkinson.

One would think that the unfortunate accident would spell disaster for the fledgling restaurant as every newspaper covered the incident. However, the old adage `there is no such thing as bad publicity' rang true and the restaurant was flooded with requests for reservations. Robert and Anne were recruited to help every evening. Realizing that they just couldn't handle the volume of patrons, the partners decided to accept one reservation out of every two. The plan being that the rejected customers would keep trying and the establishment would be continually at capacity.

***

Cho seated herself at Harry's dining table; spread before her many, many bridal magazines, wedding planners and the like. She was determined; she and Harry were going to discuss their wedding plans. He had been evading her for days and tonight she was going to force the issue.

As predicted Harry attempted to brush her off. He didn't want to discuss it now maybe next week he tried to suggest. Cho put her foot down, “Why Harry? We have to start planning now to pull off a wedding in June. Everyone is expecting-“ said Cho.

“Cho…” Harry started, he new he was being selfish and a coward. He had to do the right thing, restaurant be damned. “Cho…I can't marry you.” he cast his eyes down to the table unable to look her in the eye.

“Why? What's wrong? Are you sick?” desperately asked Cho. `Oh God, I am such an arse' thought Harry, he answered, “No, no, I'm not sick…” taking a deep breath he finally spilled it, “I've fallen in love…with another woman.”

“Harry, don't be silly. It must be nerves or tension from the upcoming wedding…”

“No, I'm sorry Cho. Its not like that I love her.” he stated, both angry and ashamed. He didn't want to hurt Cho, but he wasn't about to let her belittle Hermione either.

“You just need some time to sort things out. We belong together Harry. We are perfect for each other. You'll see,” advised Cho. She thought that Harry was just being stubborn so she decided to let things go, give him a little space. Harry would come to his senses soon enough. Cho was clearly in denial as she packed up her things to leave.

***

The next morning Cho decided to discuss the events of last night with Draco. As Harry began distancing himself from Cho, she unexpectedly turned to Draco for support; he had become her greatest confidant, more so than her girlfriends. She let herself into Draco's office without knocking, as was her habit, of course he was seated at his desk having already put in several hours that morning. He looked up and smiled, “Cho…what brings you here this morning. Harry's not-“

“I know,” stated Cho, “that's why I'm here.”

“What has he done now?” Draco cautiously asked. He held a mask of indifference on the outside, but on the inside he was torn up by her hurt expression.

“He…wants to call off the wedding.” Cho paused trying to hold back tears, “He…he…says he's in love with another woman.”

Without thinking, Draco left his desk and wrapped his arms around the distraught Cho. He wasn't really sure when he fell in love with her what he was sure of was that Harry did not deserve the wonderful, beautiful and exquisite woman that he now held tightly in his arms. `Stop thinking like that' Draco chastised. “Cho, do you want me to talk with him?” he reluctantly suggested.

“Would you really do that…for me?” choked out Cho.

“Of course, I'll try and knock some sense into him.” Draco said, as he watched a slightly reassured Cho exit his office.

***

In his mind Harry had ended his engagement to Cho, even if she hadn't yet accepted it. He invited Hermione out for a drink he needed to see her again. They were walking down the street toward the bar, when Harry stopped suddenly rendering Hermione speechless with a passionate kiss. Oblivious to their surroundings the ardent couple failed to notice they had an audience. Cho casually making her way to the “Garden” came upon the snogging couple. The cold hand of reality slapped her hard in the face. With sudden clarity the overwrought Cho ran passed the couple desperately trying to hold back gut-wrenching sobs.

When she reached the “Garden” she immediately ran into the arms of a startled Draco. “Draco, I'm such a fool,” she sobbed as he took in her tear-stained face.

“Shhhh, why is that?” Draco soothingly asked leading her to his office.

“I saw him…he never looked at me that way…he never kissed me like that. Oh, Draco, he was telling the truth, he is in love just not with me.” Cho continued to sob, “He looked…so…happy, I know now that I can't make him happy. I have to give him up, I'm going back to Switzerland.”

“Running away, are you?” her father chided, as he sauntered into the office.

“Yes, Father. I'm going back to Switzerland. My engagement with Harry is off. We were not meant to be.” she replied wiping at her face while leaving the comfort of Draco's embrace.

“So…you're a quitter. If you were more like me, you would fight for what belongs to you,” Mr. Chang replied scathingly to his only daughter.

“I could never be like you. You may call me a quitter, but I won't enter into a one sided marriage. This is my heart we're talking about father not some business transaction.” Cho retorted harshly as she left the office with a somewhat confused yet curiously elated Draco hot on her heals.

***

Hermione sat with her mother mulling over her love problems. “I really don't know what to do. It is always one step forward and two back, with him.” Hermione lamented.

“Oh Hermione luv, you deserve so much more. How could you fall for a man with a fiancé? Do you really want to be the mistress?” Anne sighed, “It may not be what your heart wants, but Hermione you have to let him go. If this Harry fellow truly loves you he will end his engagement regardless of his fiancé's father influence. You know…men can be pretty dense, just look at your father! If you only knew what we went through…how long it took him to notice me…”Anne concluded with a smile.

Hermione nodded, her mother was right, mother's were always right. She kissed Anne on the cheek “Thanks mum.”

She then headed off to visit Chef Dumbledore at the institute. The partners had decided they needed the wise Chef's expertise at organization. After a pleasant visit, Hermione proposed a wager - at which tree would his dog stop? If she won the Chef would help with the “Garage” should he win Hermione would not disturb him anymore. With a trademark twinkle in his eye Chef Dumbledore accepted.

Hermione called the right tree, while the Chef chose the left. Hermione won as she had placed a plate of her special meatballs behind the right tree. “That my dear is called cheating,” Dumbledore said smiling.

“I know, but I couldn't afford to loose,” she replied grinning back.

***

As occurred every evening, Harry was working his culinary magic in the restaurant kitchen. After prepping the meals, he left the kitchen to tour the main dining room, as was tradition. The room was nearly empty save for an elderly couple enjoying their meal. He stopped to say hello and was asked to pose for a picture. Given Harry's level of fame this request was not uncommon.

“Thank you young man…but there's something missing…I know! The tuna!” the elderly lady enthusiastically exclaimed.

At this, Harry exploded and insulted the confused seniors.

“You know where you can put your frozen tuna…” Harry bellowed as he returned to the sanctity of his kitchen.

***

Harry and Draco were discussing the new restaurant the “Garage.” They agreed to check out their latest competition. Draco called to reserve a table.

“I'm sorry, we're booked until the end of the month,” Hermione lied.

“Till the end of the month, eh? Do you think it is true?” Harry questioned.

“No, I think it is a bluff” Draco replied.

Harry went to check it out for himself.

Ginny spotted him entering the restaurant, and quickly ran to the kitchen to alert Hermione.

“Hermione, hurry out of here! Harry has just entered!” Ginny excitedly informed.

She panicked, and hastily discarded her Chef's attire, then exited the kitchen. She sat at a random table, pretending to be a patron.

“Hermione! What are you doing here?” Harry asked.

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A/N: Hey, my faithful readers! I'm here with a new chapter for you! I hope you'll like it, as finally Harry will find out…

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Chapter Eight

“The truth comes out”

That was the question she was dreading. She was smart, though.

“Hey, Harry. I'm here with some friends,” she lied, hoping the patrons would not let her down.

“Do you come here often? This is quite a trendy place, now…” he asked.

“Well, it could be trendy, but I don't much care for the cuisine,” she affirmed. This was her subtle way of deterring Harry from coming back to the “Garage” and possibly discovering her secret before she was ready to reveal her true vocation.

The longer Harry stayed in the restaurant the more paranoid Hermione became. She was contemplating the best way to get Harry to leave, and then under the guise of going to the restroom she attempted to return to the kitchen to retrieve her purse. However, Harry followed taking her by the hand and detoured behind a conveniently placed column. Pressing Hermione against the column he passionately kissed her, devouring her willing mouth. As their tongues battled Hermione quickly abandoned all other thoughts focusing only on Harry. “Let's get out of here,” she suggested attempting to catch her breath and he readily agreed.

As they exited the restaurant, Hermione glanced back and mouthed to a smiling Ginny, “Cover for me please.”

On their way to Harry's flat, Hermione's passion quickly became clouded with apprehension. `What am I doing?' she thought, `He has a fiancé. I'm lying to him. I can't do this.' Before she new it, she was standing inside Harry's flat, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist as he placed loving kisses along her neck. “Harry...” she groaned. He ignored her capturing his lips with hers, “Harry.” she moaned against his tantalizing lips and with difficulty she pulled away, “Harry...what about your fiancé? I want to be with you, but I don't want to be the other woman...” she trailed off, eyes cast to the floor.

Gently placing his hand under Hermione's chin, he pulled her face up to look her directly in the eyes, “Hermione, I ended my engagement. Cho...hasn't completely accepted that fact yet. But she'll have to, because I only want to be with you. I love you.”

With her eyes filled with happy tears Hermione confirmed that she loved Harry too. Harry scooped Hermione up in his strong arms and carried her to bed they made love again. Sated beyond all comprehension they slumbered in blissful peace.

In the morning, Hermione woke first; she quietly watched her sleeping lover and was overcome with emotion. Making her way to the bathroom she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She couldn't help but smile, she radiated with the glow of being in love. “I have to tell him the truth...now is the time. I'm not being fair to him or me for that matter. Better he learn the truth from me than someone else. He loves me...he'll understand, if not then at least I've finally been honest. Its the right thing to do, I can't lie to him any longer.” Summoning her resolve, she took in a deep breath, “Its now or never.” she sighed as she opened the door.

“So, how long did you plan to lie to me? You said you were an art student, and instead, look at this newspaper!” Harry yelled at her, throwing it her way.

The secret of the “Garage” is out

By Rita Skeeters

The new restaurant, “The Garage”, held a secret that had determined its success until now. It's talented and creative head chef, a beautiful young woman by the name of Hermione Granger. She hails from Barnsley, a small town in which her parents also run a successful restaurant. Miss Granger studied under Chef Dumbledore of the prestigious School of Haute Cuisine. She was also awarded a stage at the famous “Garden” restaurant. Under the tutelage of such renowned and accomplished Chefs as Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter one really cannot be surprised by Miss Granger's achievement.

Accompanying the flattering article was a lovely picture of Hermione and her partners. She had been caught.

“Harry, I was going to tell you,” she said, sadly.

“Why did you lie to me?” Harry asked, hurt evident in his voice. He didn't yell the question came out barely louder than a whisper.

“Because…I was afraid to loose you. You said you hate women chefs,” she replied.

“It's true. Women can't be chefs. All the best chefs in the world are men except for one,” Harry stated.

“Well, don't you think its time for a change!” Hermione retorted to Harry's chauvinistic statement. She dressed hastily and fled.

Harry was rendered speechless. He loved her; despite her deception his feelings had not changed. But could he trust her? Why did she have to be a chef? Harry, paralysed by conflicting emotions, merely stood by and watched the love of his life run out.

***

Slightly nervous and nearly overwhelmed by anger Harry stormed around his flat debating with himself. “How can a woman who says she loves me, lie to me?” he kept asking himself. Harry was in shock; this morning's happenings had thrown him. Finally he decided what he was going to do.

Harry went to his restaurant. To his dismay, fewer and fewer customers were present. He charged into Draco's office, “We need to destroy the `Garage.' Draco, do anything you want but destroy it.” Harry ordered and then left for the kitchen to start the day's preparations.

***

That night, two acquaintances of Draco's, Crabbe and Goyle, broke into the “Garage” breaking glass and making a general mess. They also damaged the main entrance and service doors. The vandals were quite proud of their handy work as they left the demolished restaurant.

***

“Draco, are you thick? When I said destroy the “Garage” I meant stop them from getting supplies. Buy up the best produce; meats etc regardless of price, in order leave them with substandard choices. Not demolish the place, now the police will investigate, you prat!” Harry shouted after Draco apprised him of Crabbe and Goyle's escapades. Harry wanted to teach Hermione a lesson about the competitive nature of the restaurant business, not vandalism. He loved her more than anything but there was only room at the top for one and he was determined to stay there. Harry finished his tirade and stormed out of Draco's office running into Cho's father.

“Don't worry, sir. Harry was only joking about buying supplies regardless of price,” Draco reassured Mr. Chang.

“It didn't seem that way,” Mr. Chang replied sternly.

“Don't worry sir, I'll reason with him. He'll come around.” Draco replied.

“You better succeed. And Malfoy…if business doesn't pick up soon, I will close the restaurant. Also you would be wise to counsel Potter to NOT drive away the few patrons we have left with insults,” ordered Mr. Chang as he left. Mr. Chang was now majority owner of the “Garden” and he called the shots. The only reason he became financially involved in the restaurant was because of Cho and her relationship with Harry. True there were the financial benefits to doing business with the famous Harry Potter as his promotion of the tuna products had translated into significant profits. However, Mr. Chang had no intention of sitting idly by while Harry wasted money. The young chef still had a great deal to learn.

Draco was at a loss. He couldn't quite grasp why Harry would throw away his career for a woman. Draco was glad that Harry found a new love but still business was business. Draco was also glad that Cho too was now free and perhaps in time he could turn their friendship into something more.

***

Harry was a wreck, although deeply in love with Hermione, he struggled with forgiving her deception. To further his torment, she was an accomplished chef and competitor; he had sworn that he would never get involved with a female chef. Harry dealt with his frustrations by immersing himself completely in is work. He created new and inventive dishes, however, the customers still stayed away. Harry's restaurant was famous and still considered one of the top fine dining establishments. Unfortunately even the best chef in Britain was challenged to compete with trendy less expensive places such as the “Garage.” Logic dictated that the average consumer would follow the trends.

***

The “Garage” was now one of the top three restaurants in all of Britain. Hermione's fame and popularity increased with every favourable review.

Hermione's parents returned to Barnsley, contented to leave her in the spotlight. Well, it seemed that way. Actually, Robert and Anne remained secretly in town to enjoy a holiday.

Only, their secret was discovered when they were robbed. The police notified Hermione, so she knew they were still there in London. “You two could have told me you were still in the town. I would have not spoiled your holiday,” she said, offended.

“I know you wouldn't, Hermione” Robert said.

“But we wanted some time for ourselves, the last time we conceded ourselves a holiday had been years ago…” Anne continued.

“And here we felt like we were teenagers again. It had been wonderful, walking under the moonlight…” Robert added with a dreaming expression, while pulling Anne closer to him.

“So good that you got carried away and didn't notice that while you were in the bathtub, someone entered your room to steal from you” Hermione concluded sarcastically.

“Well, that had been the only problem,” Robert replied, his expression darkening. “Apart from that, I would do it again,” he said, smiling at his wife. Anne smiled at him too.

Hermione laughed at her parents' antics, shaking her head. `These two are unbelievable,' she thought.

A good laugh was just what she needed after the fight with Harry. Their fledgling romance was over, Hermione was sure. She had hurt him beyond redemption no apology could make amends. She still loved Harry, but she was not prepared to renounce her dreams to satisfy his ego. If he really loved her, he would have to understand.

Hermione was shaken out of her daydream by the ringing of her mobile, “Hello,” pause “Lavender, calm down, I'll be right there.”

***

Meanwhile, Harry continued along his path to business ruin. His latest dishes were his best yet, however, these accomplishments were not translating into profits. Missing Hermione drove him propelled him creatively, yet he was suffering. He was in love, for the first time in his life, but pride prevented him from reaching out to her. Harry was proud of Hermione's success and jealous at the same time. He mused, `Should I go to her? Apologise? What for? I'm the one wronged…on the other hand; I drove her to lie telling her I didn't date female chefs. What do I do?'

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters they are property of JK Rowling.

A/N: Hey my faithful readers, I hope you'll like this chapter. I just came back from seeing PoA and I'm quite pissed off right now. Don't misunderstand me, the movie was wonderful, it even respects the books more than the first two ones but I think they had made one of the most H/Hr books a R/Hr-ish movie. They even ruined the best H/Hr scene, the flight on Buckbeak, making Hermione hold herself on the animal instead than onto Harry, throwing away all the sweetness of the moment. And the hug she gave Ron after Buckbeak's execution, while crying…I hoped that with Cuaron as director, some blatant invented scenes would be spared to us…but it's obvious that in his new position Columbus can make even more damage, with Kloves too. I really hope JK will go for H/Hr in the end, so they will have to represent it, even against their will. What a sweet revenge that would be…*laughs evilly*. However, back on business, without the help of my wonderful beta Cheryl, I wouldn't have done this chapter this way, so if you like it, remember that she too deserves praises!

KypDurron: He will do that quite soon, be sure of that…

Akjennymay9: Read this chapter and you'll find out.

Michou: Well, he's a fool…but he will rehabilitate himself...

Creepy Susie: Well, everyone makes a mistake…let's give him the time to redeem!!

Thomas: Well, maybe the dress thing won't happen…but for the rest, in due time…

ShootingStar: I know, but he will be better…read this chapter, you'll start to see something…

Davaca: Yeah, I like cliffies…well, when I write them, that is…lol

Chapter Nine

“Changes”

Hermione quickly made her way to the “Garage” she wasn't sure what had happened, but Lavender's frantic voice unnerved her. Upon arrival she was stunned by the devastation, there was broken glass everywhere, the front door hanging by one hinge. “What happened?” Hermione voiced to no one in particular.

Fred spotted Hermione surveying the damage and made his way over to her. He carefully placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and replied, “Vandals.”

“But…why?” asked Hermione trying to hold back tears as she leaned into Fred.

“Delinquents or maybe jealous competitors,” offered George as he joined them.

“I don't understand, who would want to do this? Was anyone hurt?” asked Hermione.

“No, no one was here.” replied George shrugging, “Could be anyone really, we are the place to eat.”

At that comment, Hermione's heart began to pound, “My kitchen!” she screamed as she ran past Ron and Ginny sweeping up debris. Arriving at the kitchen entrance Hermione stopped dead in her tracks, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny right behind her. Hermione's eyes frantically scanned the area halting at the slowly opening wooden door. Emerging from the door was Lavender with a relieved look on her face, “They didn't find the cellar,” she announced.

“The kitchen looks okay too,” shared Hermione closing her eyes as waves of relief flooded through her, “We're still in business then.”

***

Harry's pride continued to do battle with his heart and for now pride was winning. Hermione had proven to be a tough competitor, but that hadn't stopped Harry from thinking about her every moment he wasn't distracted by his work. On nights, when he actually slept Harry would dream that he was holding in is arms again the one woman to capture his heart. Harry was an unhappy man and everyone around him co-workers alike knew it. Harry was in a mood.

***

It was the beginning of summer, coincidentally one year since Hermione had ventured from her parents home to take the stage at the “Garden.” Hermione found herself in the running for the Best Chef of the Year award with fellow candidate Harry Potter. The third nominee was Oliver Wood, owner and Chef of “The Starlight”, a restaurant that catered to mostly younger patrons. The outcome was not as easy to predict as in previous years.

***

Harry and Hermione had not seen nor even spoken to each other in the last three months. The chefs worked diligently on their respective restaurants. Both were apprehensive about running into each other at the prestigious British Culinary Awards celebration.

Harry was a mess. His eyes were bloodshot, his tired face revealed the lack of sleep from which he was suffering. Harry didn't care how he looked anymore. Long gone was the bold and confident young man replaced with the sad and defeated man who had lost his love that fateful morning.

Hermione faired a little better, but not by much. She cried herself to exhaustion on the rare nights that she did find sleep. Through her sadness though Hermione was stubborn, she was not about to let one man chase away her dreams.

The provost of the Awards Committee opened the ceremony. The evening proved typical when the moment finally arrived to declare the award for Chef of the Year.

“And this year's winner is…Hermione Granger!” he shouted. Hermione couldn't believe it. She humbly approached the podium to receive her award a little weak in the knees. She won! The prize that for the last four years had been owned by Harry Potter was now hers! She accepted the award, thanked her parents for their support and nurturing. Hermione shared her victory with her partners, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George Weasley and Lavender Brown. She also thanked Harry Potter for giving her the opportunity to come to London and Chef Dumbledore for his patience and training.

Harry could not help but smile. He weakly tried to maintain his composure poorly faking shame at the defeat he had just suffered more for Mr. Chang's sake than his own. In the depths of his heart, he was really proud of Hermione and blushed when she thanked him too.

After the awards presentation, Hermione's friends cheered her all the way out the building. At one point George even pulled her onto his shoulders carrying her out of the room while Fred sprayed Champagne at the press covering the celebration. All of the `Garage' staff was engrossed in exalting their Chef. Hermione's parents attended too and were really proud of her.

When Hermione's entourage had finally exited the building Harry approached her. “Congratulations Hermione,” he said, nervously as he glanced down at his feet.

“Thanks,” she replied barely acknowledging him as she walked away.

Harry sighed as he shook his head in realisation, `It was final I lost her.'

***

One hour later, in Harry's office at the “Garden” a heated meeting ensued. “By a woman! A woman defeated you! Do you understand how much your reputation has been damaged? And my products as a reflex?” Mr. Chang was bellowing.

Draco shuddered. He knew that Mr. Chang was not a man to neither trifle with nor make angry if you knew what was good for you.

“Do you think I care about your bloody frozen tuna? The only thing I care about is my restaurant!” Harry forcefully retorted.

“You and your bloody restaurant are ruining me, boy! You haven't a clue about business and now it appears that you know very little about cooking, if you let yourself be dethroned by a mere woman!” Mr. Chang angrily ranted his face purple with rage as spittle flew from the corners of his mouth.

“It's not my fault! You have cut my food budget so deeply I am forced to buy sub-quality products!” Harry snapped.

The shouting match continued well into the night. When the enraged Mr. Chang finally stormed out of Harry's office, Draco turned to reason with Harry. “Harry, you should apologize. Without Chang's backing we will only be able to maintain the restaurant for a few days at the most,” Draco pleaded, “Then we'll have to close.”

“I refuse to apologize to that man. He doesn't deserve my apologies.” Harry defiantly responded. “And don't you dare apologize for me either,” he added, as if reading Draco's mind.

Draco sighed resignedly as he then left Harry's office. He needed see Cho before she left for Switzerland.

***

Draco entered Cho' house, she had given him a set of keys when Harry broke their engagement. Draco had been there to console her and in someway she felt he was the only friend she had. Draco having an extra set of keys helped her feel more secure.

He found her in her bedroom still packing. “Hey, Draco! What a surprise! I heard the award celebration didn't go very well.” Cho said upon seeing him.

“You heard right, it was a disaster. That Hermione Granger, the Chef at the “Garage,” beat out Harry for Chef of the Year. Then, he got into a very harsh shouting match with your father.”

“Harry shouted at my father? Well, that's not good. I can only imagine how you must have felt trapped in the middle of that discussion. You look tense. Do you want me to give you a massage?” Cho softly suggested.

“Err, that would be nice…but, well, I can see that you're packing. I don't want to keep you-“ Draco stammered as Cho stopped him by gently placing her dainty hand on his lips.

“Don't worry, I'm catching a later flight for Geneva. Come here let me give you a small massage.” Cho offered again. Draco obliged and he had to admit that she definitely had skill. Soon he was very relaxed too relaxed maybe. Their faces were really close and he acted without thinking. He closed the gap, brushing his lips on hers. Cho found herself pleasantly surprised, she never knew Draco had feelings for her. She kissed him back boldly brushing her tongue on his lips asking for entrance and Draco responded. What started out as a chaste caress quickly developed into a passionate kiss until Draco suddenly broke away.

“I'm sorry, Cho. I don't know what got into to me…well, I really should go now…” he was stammering again as he quickly left. Cho sat there on her bed stunned two fingers caressing her swollen lips. She felt something wonderful while kissing Draco something she never felt with Harry. She was confused but she couldn't hold back a smile. Maybe Geneva could wait a little longer.

Draco was confused as well. For a long time he had wanted to kiss those beautiful full lips. But he had restrained, first because of Harry and then because she had decided to leave. Draco didn't want to be a complication. But today instead he went with his instincts…and she responded to him, she kissed him back. He didn't know what to think.

***

Since the awards celebration business for the “Garden” only got worse. The food budget was slashed again and the staff was forced to use leftover products. A frustrated Harry again blew up at Mr. Chang who only smirked saying nothing.

***

Hermione in the meantime was being named in all the important places in Europe. She was becoming a world-renowned chef something that had once only been a dream. Unfortunately, she discovered that her dream had changed. She now dreamed of working side by side with a green eyed, very handsome chef. Hermione's dream now included Harry.

Her father and her mother were extremely proud of her. Her friends were encouraging her. Yet she was haunted by the memory of how she felt when Harry congratulated her victory. Hermione had wanted to hug him and never again let him go but she didn't. She walked away.

A month had passed and Hermione and Harry had not spoken.

***

Harry was at the end of his rope; he just had another confrontation with Mr. Chang. Harry now realised that the man was intentionally cutting the oxygen to his restaurant. Mr. Chang was biding his time until the restaurant was losing so much money that he had the proper excuse to close it. Harry was determined; he would confront Mr. Chang.

Harry tackled Mr. Chang on the matter quickly. “Chang, you will reinstate the original budget of two months ago for restaurant operations. You will not refuse me. Since the beginning of this business relationship you have sacked the people I trusted most. Your tyranny stops now. I will not let you destroy my restaurant,” demanded Harry.

“And what will you do, if I refuse you, Harry?” the man smirked, thinking that he had the upper hand. It was Harry's turn to smirk.

“Simple. I'll cancel the promos contract,” Harry stated as he fiddled with a stack of papers. “…and I'll leave the `Garden'” he added.

“Ha ha ha…I would love to see you try,” Mr. Chang goaded. He didn't believe Harry would have the courage to walk away from his beloved restaurant. But Mr. Chang underestimated the young man. Harry sneered as he tore up the contracts. Then he picked up his jacket.

“Good evening Mr. Chang,” Harry said. As he walked out of the office Harry added, “You'll have to find some other fool to be your marionette because I'm not your fool anymore.”

Mr. Chang was taken aback, the best spokes person for his frozen tuna had just walked out the door.

***

Two hours later, a knock was heard at the door of the “Garage.” As Hermione opened the door she advised, “We are still closed, however, what can we do for you?” When she raised her eyes she gasped. Standing before her was Harry.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters they are property of JK Rowling.

A/N: Hey, my faithful readers! I'm here again. Sorry if this chapter took me a bit longer than usual. I hope the result will satisfy all of you. Thanks to Cheryl, my wonderful beta, who is helping me to make this one a great story.

Michou: I hope you'll like this one too!

Creepy Susie: Well, I saw PoA again, I must admit that scene was a bit worse than I expected it, but still, it is not so bad as it seemed to me the first time. All the R/hr moments, too, seem more ridiculous when you see them again. Things between Harry and Hermione will go even better, read this one to find out!

Hermionegranger: I think they are going to, yes.

Babyhalo: It's not a problem, I hope you'll like this one too.

Davaca: Sorry for the cliffies, but they are not bad as in many other stories…however, no, since the moment Harry scolded Draco for really damaging the “Garage” I'm going on my own way, since I was not able to see the ending of the TV show. However, I think it went more or less in this way.

KypDurron: That's a secret, you'll see soon enough!

Fire Gazer: Yes, Draco/Cho is new. But I liked the idea, and my beta helped me going with it in a nice way.

ShootingStar: Well, Hermione will try to not let him. But…read and find out!

Chapter Ten

“Love”

Harry smiled with uncertainty. He knew he was taking a risk coming here, but he needed to at least try to resolve things with Hermione. She was all that mattered in his life. Some moments later they remained staring at each other awkwardly.

“May I come in?” Harry politely asked finally breaking the silence.

“What do you want?” Hermione sternly replied determined to hide her emotions. She wanted to keep her expression neutral. Harry had hurt her so much. Even though deep in her heart she loved him, Hermione was still offended by his chauvinistic remarks.

“I need to speak with you if you will let me,” he replied. In his mind, Harry had envisioned a warmer welcome but he sadly understood her coldness. Hermione's aloofness was going to make what he had to say even harder.

“Fine. I am busy. You have ten minutes not one minute more,” Hermione informed opening the door wider to let Harry enter.

Harry followed her to a table strewn with paperwork and sat down. Glancing around he noticed her friends; they were either staring or glaring at him.

“I wonder what he is doing here?” Ginny whispered to Lavender, “He better not hurt Hermione again, she has already suffered enough because of him.” Lavender only nodded to Ginny's comment as she pretended to look busy.

Harry frowned. He needed to speak with Hermione privately not with all her friends glaring at him. “He-Hermione…may I speak with you alone?” he nervously asked as he surveyed her companions.

She nodded. “Guys, please, do you mind moving to the kitchen, I'll join you shortly,” she requested. Harry couldn't help but wince at the scathing looks cast his way as the partners reluctantly shuffled their way to the kitchen to give the pair some privacy.

Finally alone, Harry found himself at a loss for words. He had run his prepared speech over and over in his mind on the way over here, but now, seeing Hermione act so coldly towards him, he was questioning whether this had been a good idea. Harry had almost lost his nerve, when ultimately; he summoned the courage to speak. “First of all, I want to apologize. I reacted like a jerk, that morning…” he started.

“That's an understatement,” Hermione interrupted.

“I know, and you have every right to be angry. However, what sent me over the edge was not the fact you are a chef. I mean, I wish you were an art student as you had originally claimed, but the real problem was the fact that you had been lying to me and continued to lie after…I told you…” he started to falter.

“I had to…at first I wanted to get to know you, and then I was afraid of losing you. Irrational as it was, it was how I was thinking. I admit that I was wrong and I was intended to tell you the truth that morning. But, you're reaction was…you offended me very much,” she explained attempting to hold her composure.

“You're right, and that is why I'm here now. I apologize. You are the only person that brings meaning in my life,” Harry proclaimed. Hermione's eyes softened a little at his words.

“I hope some day you will forgive me, I had to try. I came here because I don't want to spend another minute without you, Hermione. These last three months since we've been apart, I realised what is really important. Thinking I was better off without you was futile. Sacrificing my happiness…your love to keep the `Garden' open was not wise. I quickly learned that success is fleeting and there are far more important things in life, you are important to my life…I just pray I'm not too late.” revealed Harry as he looked deeply into Hermione's eyes, hoping beyond hope that she understood his feelings.

Hermione's eyes were watering, but she tried to steady her façade. “This is all you have to say? Your time is up,” she announced her resolve quickly crumbling. She was fighting the urge to launch herself to his neck and kiss him - he had just said what she longed to hear.

“No, that's not all I have to say. Just one more thing,” he said as he closed the space between them. “I love you, Hermione,” he whispered softly before kissing her fully. Hermione's heart was jumping in her chest with happiness at Harry's heartfelt declaration of love. She responded passionately to his kiss. Their tongues were battling furiously with a sense of finally returning home after a long journey.

From the kitchen, Ginny and Lavender had been eavesdropping on the conversation and when Harry kissed her, they sighed contentedly. “I hope this time there will be no misunderstandings,” Lavender whispered to Ginny.

The redheaded nodded. “Yeah, Hermione deserves nothing less,” she confirmed wiping a tear from her eye.

“So, what are our lovebirds doing?” George asked.

“Don't you dare say a word neither you nor Fred; your interference was part of their troubles,” Ginny hissed menacingly. The two times Harry had searched for Hermione and the twins had said nothing was a fact now well known by all the staff and was not easily forgiven. The two redheads knew better than to make their little sister angry, so they dropped the matter. Ron chuckled. He was happy that even in the absence of their mother someone was able to keep his prankster brothers at bay.

Meanwhile, Hermione and Harry were still snogging. When they parted Hermione was smiling broadly as was Harry.

“Well…Harry, I'm sorry, but I really do have to go. The meals are not going to cook themselves,” she said attempting a joke.

“I understand. I was a chef, too, remember?” he replied.

“What do you mean `was'?” she asked.

“That is something we can talk about later, luv. Now, go. We don't want to make your customers unhappy now, do we?” he teased kissing her on the cheek as he stood to leave. “May I come back later? When do you close the restaurant?” he asked caressing the spot on her cheek he had just kissed.

“Half past midnight,” she sighed closing time could not come soon enough. After Harry left Hermione sighed again slowly making her way to the kitchen.

“You will not believe what just happened,” Hermione said breathlessly.

“Oh, I think we can hazard a guess,” Lavender voiced grinning. Ginny was also beaming at her friend.

“You were eavesdropping on us! That was a private conversation!” Hermione yelled trying to sound affronted, while changing into her chef's uniform. However, she wasn't angry she was euphoric.

“Okay, okay, we're sorry, but we were concerned…and well…curious. By the way, that man is clearly head over heels in love with you, Hermione,” Ginny said winking.

“I know. The feeling is mutual.” Hermione shared her eyes sparkling.

Finding herself in a much better mood than the previous few months Hermione started the evening's preparations. She smiled as it dawned on her, she didn't have to choose between love and career. Happiness was in her grasp; maybe she could have it all.

***

At the same time, Draco was idly sitting on his couch sipping at his drink absentmindedly. Earlier, Harry informed him of the breaking of the business arrangement with Mr. Chang. Draco was now pondering his future.

He suspected that Harry was, right now, trying to regain the love of Hermione. Draco sincerely hoped his friend was successful. As for himself…he was still unsure of what to do. The woman of his dreams was probably by now in Switzerland. He was newly unemployed…his life couldn't get any worse.

In that exact moment, his doorbell rang. `Who the hell could that be?' he thought. He reluctantly opened the door and the sight before him made his jaw drop.

It was Cho.

“Cho? What are you doing here? I thought you'd be in Geneva by now,” he said dumbfounded.

“I thought that Geneva could wait a little longer. I believe we have some unfinished business,” she stated seductively.

Draco continued staring at her. It was a very hot day and Cho was dressed in a yellow floral sundress and very nice sandals. The short sundress barely reached her knees exposing her long sultry legs. She was a vision.

“Will you let me in, or are you going to keep me on your threshold?” she inquired with a smile. Draco moved quickly aside allowing her to enter.

Cho sat on the couch and patted the spot beside her, signalling to him where she wanted him to sit. Draco obliged still stunned by her sudden appearance.

“So…I heard, Harry had the stones to break the contracts with my father. About bloody time someone put that cold-hearted megalomaniac in his place. I'm sure Harry will bounce back…start over he is famous after all.” announced Cho as she turned to face Draco, “What are you planning to do, now?”

“I really don't know. I was deciding what I should do just before you arrived,” Draco honestly replied.

Her eyes lit up. She inched closer to him leaning her head on his shoulder. He instinctively sneaked one arm around her waist holding her there. She smiled. They sat that way for some time, until she spoke again. “Will you come to Geneva with me?” she suggested.

Draco gazed into her hopeful eyes. `Was she asking what I think she's asking?' he questioned to himself, `I hope so,' “Why would you want me to come with you?” he asked.

Closing the gap between them, Cho responded with a tender kiss. When Draco didn't resist, she deepened the kiss. Soon she was seeking entrance to his beautiful mouth. Cho was pouring all her passion into this moment hoping that her obvious desire was answering his question. Draco was pleasantly surprised and opened his mouth welcoming her. His other hand cupped her cheek as the hand around her waist pulled her closer. Lost in the sensations it was a while before they parted. Cho softly confessed, “That is why,” she closed her eyes and snuggled even closer to him, “Draco…I think…No…I know that I'm in love with you.”

“Me too, Cho, me too,” Draco said as his heart sang out at her confession, “for a while now.”

Cho broke away to look into grey-blue eyes so full of love, “Why didn't you say anything sooner?”

“You were with Harry…and then you were leaving…It didn't seem right to feel that way…for you.” Draco tried to explain.

“I'm happy I found out,” simply stated Cho as she moved in for another kiss.

There was so much they needed to work out still, but tonight was about feeling. Draco scooped Cho up in his arms; his eyes again searching hers in one last question for reassurance. She nodded and he new she was his. Draco carefully carried her to his bedroom where she remained with him all the night. Together they made love and for the first time they both felt complete.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters they are property of JK Rowling.

A/N: This should be the second last chapter, but maybe I could add one more. However, I want to thank all of you who had followed my story so far, hoping to have given you a good time reading. Thanks to Cheryl, my great wonderful beta, who helped me a lot!

Chapter Eleven

“The Two Chefs”

That evening the “Garage” was at capacity. By now, all of Britain was speaking about the restaurant, and almost everyone in London had been there at least one time.

The now famous restaurant had attracted the attention of both foreign and domestic tourist becoming a “must eat” stop for most visitors to the London area.

Hermione had been working non-stop, cooking fish, pastas, salads, vegetables in the variety of ways Mediterranean cuisine offered. She was knackered, but tonight differed from other evenings; she had a happy thought keeping her going. She was meeting Harry just after closing time.

Ginny and Lavender were very tired too, as were the boys, but seeing Hermione finally emanating happiness gave them the energy to go on. They knew how hard she had had to work to reach the fame she was achieving, and now, if she could add happiness in her love life too, they would be very happy for their friend.

Finally, half past midnight arrived. The last client paid his bill and then Fred locked the restaurant's main door. They could relax now. They were chatting happily, drinking together, when a knock was heard.

Hermione smiled and went to open the door herself. Ginny and Lavender quickly led the others into the kitchen, leaving the two lovebirds alone.

When Hermione finished unlocking the heavy door, and opened it, the biggest bouquet of red roses she had ever seen greeted her.

“Harry! You didn't have to do that!” she said, welcoming him. Actually, she was very happy seeing that he had had that thought for her.

“I know, but I wanted to, sweetheart,” he replied. Hermione led Harry to the same table they had occupied earlier. Hermione placed the flowers in a vase. When she turned to face Harry she rewarded his lips on hers. She eagerly kissed him back and then after some minutes they parted breathless. The pair regained their breath admiring each other lovingly. Harry took one of Hermione's hands in his. After some moments she started the conversation.

“So, you were telling something about the `Garden' earlier,” she said to break the silence. She didn't know why but she was slightly nervous.

“Yes... but it's late. You must be tired.” he replied not sure if he really wanted to discuss that now. He noticed she looked quite worn out.

“Well, actually I am, but I'll listen. I promise I won't fall asleep on the table,” she joked. That did the trick. The slight awkwardness flew away with their laughter.

“Okay, just don't say I didn't warn you.” he replied now more confident. “Let's start from the moment I broke up with Cho. You remember the first time we made love?” he asked. She nodded.

“Well, few days later she was pressuring me to help her start planning the wedding. I told her clearly that I was in love with another woman…with you. Well, I didn't tell her your name.” he explained.

“Few days later when you and I went out for a walk and then I kissed you. Well, Cho saw us. Draco, my manager, told me she saw us and that she now accepted that what I told her was the truth. He told me that she had decided to give up on me and return to Switzerland,” he continued.

Hermione was listening intently. This news had somewhat revived her. Actually her tiredness had slipped away the moment she saw him on the threshold.

“Her father, my financial partner, didn't take the break-up very well. Plus, your restaurant had boomed while the “Garden” was losing customers. I was very frustrated. One night an elderly couple dining at the restaurant asked if they could take my picture. I was happy to oblige until the woman made a comment about tuna. I lost it, I blew up and insulted them.” Harry trailed off. Hermione desperately tried to restrain the laughter flashing back to the night she wrote tuna on his buttocks. Harry couldn't help but laugh with her.

“You can laugh now, but I was really angry in that moment. Then there was our huge fight. I was a mess and wanted to prove to you that only a man can be a really great Chef. I ordered Draco to help me destroy you…I wanted to break you professionally starting with buying up all the best supplies regardless of price. My intention was to leave you with only sub-standard choices. Chang overheard and put a stop to that notion.”

Hermione smiled again not because of the story but for the fact he was there with her.

“You think this is funny, don't you? Well, wait until you hear the rest then.” he said smiling too. Harry didn't really care about the fate of the “Garden” anymore and it was all because of the amazing young woman sitting before him now back in life.

“Then there was the award ceremony. Chang was furious about the fact you, a woman, had beaten me thus ruining my image. He was concerned about his product sales diminishing. I told him I didn't care about his bloody frozen food and that I cared only about the restaurant. Chang was very put out.”

“I can imagine,” Hermione said giggling.

“Chang decided to cut our food supply budget. When he was finally finished with his cut-backs we were forced to re-use the previous day's ingredients which severely effected the quality of our dishes.” Harry continued.

“Eww! That is horrible!” Hermione commented wrinkling her nose in disgust.

“I agree. So I gave him an ultimatum. He could restore our budget or he could find himself another chef. I was silently hoping he would do what he did.”

“And what was that?” Hermione asked.

“He laughed at me. Then he asked me `what would you do?' So, I took the promos contracts and tore them up then walked away from my job.” Harry finished smiling. Hermione was speechless.

“So, are you without a restaurant now?” she asked after some moments when an idea popped into her mind that she liked a lot.

“Yes, I am. As all the important restaurants in Europe already have competent chefs, I expect I'll be unemployed for a while. Don't worry I have money saved I can survive without a restaurant.” he replied. “Only I can't live without you, Hermione.” he concluded softly brushing his lips on hers. After few moments Hermione spoke again.

“Harry…would you like to work here with me?” she asked tentatively her eyes full of hope.

“I can't. This is your restaurant; you built this place to where it is now. I won't take that away from you, I can't, my arrival might over shadow all your hard work.” Harry sighed. Hermione and her partners deserved all the praise and accolades they received and he wouldn't risk his presence tainting that success.

“Okay, but I really do need a skilled sous-chef. I need help I just can't handle the volume on my own.” she replied with a slight smirk and a pleading tone. Perhaps Harry could change his opinion of women chefs.

Harry gazed into those cinnamon eyes and melted. He took her hand in his. “Are you sure?” he asked. She nodded confidently.

“Sous-chef?” Harry smiled he was definitely going to have to change his way of thinking then responded, “Okay, if you're positive. I'll do it…for you I'd do just about anything.” Hermione threw herself into Harry's arms at his response and soon their lips met in a joyful caress.

In that moment, Ginny and Ron arrived with some candles and two plates filled with food. “Sorry to interrupt, but your dinner is ready.” Ron said, smiling at the snogging couple.

“Ron, did you not listen to Chef Dumbledore? People don't like to be interrupted.” Ginny scolded playfully hitting him on the arm. Ron scowled at his young sister while she giggled. She was so happy for the couple.

“Guys, you didn't have to cook for us! You were all knackered!” Hermione said.

“We know, but we wanted to. A celebration was in order.” Lavender said as she approached the table carrying one of their best bottles of wine from the cellar. Soon, Harry and Hermione were left on their own to enjoy their romantic candle lit dinner.

When they finished eating Harry's mobile rang. “I wonder who would be calling at this hour?” he queried clearly agitated by the interruption. On the other end of the line was Draco.

“Draco, mate, sorry for having drag you down in this mess with me.” Harry apologised.

“Don't worry, Harry. I'm sure this worked out well for both of us. Listen, I have something to tell you. Will you meet me at the airport, International departures wing?”

“Can I bring Hermione too?” Harry asked regarding the woman who stole his heart.

“Of course. Can you be there in an hour, mate?” Draco said.

“I'll be there. See you then, Draco” Harry replied as he closed his phone.

“Hermione, will you go to the airport with me, now? Draco seems to have something big to tell me,” he asked hoping she would agree.

“Okay, let's go.” she replied as she headed to the kitchen to retrieve her purse.

One hour later Harry and Hermione found themselves standing in the International Departures Wing of Heathrow Airport. They were searching for Draco. Finally, Harry spotted him. Draco wasn't alone. Someone was with him…a woman. She looked familiar…it was Cho.

When Hermione and Harry reached them Harry shouted out, “Draco! Cho, what are you doing here?” as he hugged both of them.

“We are leaving for Geneva.” Cho replied taking Draco's hand.

“Together?” Harry asked amused.

“Yes, Harry. This is the big thing I wanted to tell you. Cho and I are together.” Draco said gazing at Cho lovingly.

“We wanted to tell you personally before we left. I reckon this is the woman you told me about?” said Cho smiling politely at Hermione as she extended her hand in a friendly gesture.

“Yes, yes she is…Hermione Granger this is Cho Chang,” Harry introduced as Hermione took Cho's offered hand. Harry continued turning to Draco, “I'm really glad you two found each other, by the way Hermione and I are back together too. She has invited me to work with her at the `Garage.'” taking Hermione by the hand to kiss the back of it.

Draco dragged Harry away leaving Cho and Hermione to chat. “She really is beautiful, mate. I hope you've finally found happiness with her,” he whispered.

“I have Draco. I wish the same for you and Cho. You know we were never right for each other, but with you…I've never seen her look happier.” replied Harry as they shook hands. Soon the flight to Geneva was called for boarding. With a wave to Harry and Hermione the couple made their way to the gate to start their new life together.

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A/N: Your reviews are really appreciated. This is for the ones of you who like fluff. I really love the fluffiness!! lol Thanks to my wonderful beta, Cheryl. Her help is really needed to me.

Chapter Twelve

“Engagement”

As Draco and Cho made their way to the departure gate, Harry took Hermione by the hand and whispered, “Would you like to come home with me tonight luv?”

She understood what he was suggesting and her heart leapt with excitement as she happily agreed. Finally in the early hours of this glorious morning the man she loved would be totally hers for the first time, no financial backer's daughter for a fiancé and no career issues to stop them.

Arriving at the flat they eagerly made their way to the bedroom, no candles, no dimmed lights and no foreplay were necessary. This act of love was a fulfilment of pent up desire as well as a celebration of freedom. They were finally a couple.

In the after glow of making love, Hermione summoned the courage to ask Harry about something that had been preying on her mind since Harry's confession. “Harry?” she tentatively asked.

“Yes luv.” answered a half dozing Harry.

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“I need to ask you something…something serious and I'm a little afraid of your answer.” Hermione offered.

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Pulling himself awake, Harry sat up resting his back against the headboard while taking her hands in his. He looked her directly in the eye, “Ask me anything.”

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Hermione took in a deep breath and closed her eyes not baring to look at him, “Did you have anything to do with the vandalism at the “Garage?”

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Harry frowned somewhat puzzled for a moment, then it dawned on him, “No, but I do know who.”

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“Who? Will you tell me?” asked Hermione with tears of relief forming in her eyes.

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“Draco…well some thugs he hired.” responded Harry feeling quite ashamed.

“Did you send the bank draft for the damage?” Hermione questioned further as she wiped away her tears.

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Harry was puzzled again, “Bank draft? No, I can't take credit for that…it must have come from Draco. I really went off on him after I found out what he had done. I told him to make things right. I didn't know-” He was cut off by Hermione's lips crushing his, he responded immediately wrapping his arms around her pulling her close.

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“I'm sorry I doubted-” started Hermione, but this time she was cut off by Harry's searing kisses.

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“I love you.” was all Harry said before they apologised to each other in their own special way.

*

The next day the pair explored the city, laughing and acting silly totally relishing in the rush of openly being a couple. Gradually they made their way to the “Garage.” An enthusiastic Hermione wanted to show Harry her kitchen, soon to be their kitchen. She wanted him to get a feel for his new environment. Hermione also used this time to formally introduce Harry to her partners. Harry knew them already but not on any kind of personal level.

“Guys, I've found the help we needed,” she announced as she entered the kitchen dragging Harry behind her.

“Are you saying that the great Harry Potter will be working here? For us?” asked a bewildered Fred.

“That's right. I will be the new sous-chef. As for great…I'm not so great anymore. Its Hermione who has the Chef of the Year award as well as my heart.” Harry replied as he pulled Hermione closer while gazing at her wistfully. Grinning broadly, she leaned into his chest after kissing him on the cheek.

“Please, spare us the sap!” George cried in mock horror that earned him a hit on the head with a pan from Ginny. The others all erupted in laughter while George massaged the budding goose-egg lump forming on his head. He muttered something derogatory about little sister.

*

After closing that night Hermione returned to Harry's flat and together they slept. This time, however, they only slept, as they were both too tired to do anything else. They enjoyed snuggling together all night long. Harry with his arm securely around Hermione's shoulder as her head rested comfortably on his chest.

The next morning Hermione woke up to a warm body near her, something she still needed to get used to. She smiled remembering the happenings of the last two days. Her dream seemed complete. She turned and looked at the sleeping face of her now official boyfriend. He seemed so relaxed. “Good Morning, luv.” she said when he opened his eyes.

“Good Morning sweetheart.” he sleepily replied.

Together they quickly showered before preparing a wonderful breakfast. It did not go unnoticed to either of them how well they worked together, even in the kitchen.

Later they took a leisurely walk through the centre of the town before heading to the dorm. Hermione was sure the others would still be there. She was right. They found Ron eating a huge breakfast as per usual.

Surprisingly, Ginny and Lavender were ready to go. Shopping is shopping after all. So after a brief wait for the men they set off to explore the local market. Harry and Hermione were scouting new ingredients for possible dishes for the “Garage” while the others each had their own motives for the trip.

Ron for instance, had been trying to get closer to Lavender, especially in the past few days. He wasn't one hundred percent sure that she fancied him, but he did have an inkling. The way she smiled at him; it was a different kind of smile that he liked to think was just for him. When he expressed an idea she seemed to pay close attention and almost always agreed with his point of view. The feeling inside him had been building for months and in the last two weeks he was sure her behaviour had become a bit more obvious, with a random brushing of hands. He got the hint and decided that today was the day he was going to make his move. Well, he'd make that move if his confidence could hold out.

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Lavender on the other hand was frustrated; she didn't know how to be anymore obvious with the clueless Ron Weasley. She was secretly in love with the red haired man, but nice girls didn't chase after men. Not in a too obvious way, at least. Lately she had attempted to be a bit more assertive but even that seemed to not be working. She sighed `what am I going to do…' as she glanced over at Ron. He was staring at her he looked nervous. Lavender couldn't help but smile - that smile; she made her way over to Ron. “Ron…” she started and gently placed her hand on his arm, “Are you okay?”

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Before Lavender could speak another word Ron's lips came charging down on hers; he placed his large hands on her tiny waist and pulled her closer. Lavender didn't resist, she kissed back with equal intensity coiling her arms around Ron's neck like a life preserve. After what seemed like several minutes of ardent snogging they broke away. Ron rested his forehand on Lavender's and simply said, “I love you.”

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Lavender was smiling again, “I'm so glad you finally figured that out.” and then they were snogging again. The couple nearly forgot their surroundings when they were interrupted by the sound of a near hysterical voice. “It's about bloody time!” squealed Ginny rushing over to the pair joined by the twins giving Ron congratulatory pats on the back.

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“Finally you did something right, little brother.” Fred and George stated.

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Lavender pulled Ron down and whispered sensually in his ear, “By the way, I love you too.” Ron stood up straight beaming marvelling at his good fortune.

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As the initial excitement wound down, Hermione and Harry met up with the rest of the group. Ron and Lavender announced that they were together. The other couple congratulated the newest couple completely understanding their euphoria. There was a great deal of snogging going on after that.

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A few days later the press had a field day with the news that Harry was now sous-chef at the “Garage.”

“The Garage” hires Potter

by Rita Skeeter

Harry Potter, four-time winner of Chef of the Year, has been hired at the trendy “Garage” restaurant. Potter, who recently resigned from his position as owner/head chef of the now closed “Garden” restaurant has joined the current top restaurant in Britain. Opened only a short year ago the “Garage” is considered one of the best dining experiences in Europe.

Sources reveal that head chef, Hermione Granger, co-owner of the now famed restaurant specifically requested Potter's assistance. She certainly set her aim high. With her beloved restaurant at full capacity every night Potter will be a welcome addition to the kitchen staff.

This reporter can't help wonder why Potter would make such a drastic change. Perhaps the rumours of a romantic attachment to the lovely Miss Granger are not unfounded.

“Well, it seems that your plan to keep your relationship secret for now is working.” Ron commented.

“Yes, but for how long?” Hermione asked. She had had some reservations before with Harry, and even though this time everything appeared to be working out well, she was waiting to tell her parents the news. She dreaded what their reaction would be if they read about her relationship in the newspapers.

“Who cares? I'm certainly not ashamed to have a beautiful and skilled girlfriend.” Harry said smiling as he nuzzled softly at her neck while wrapping his arms around her from behind. This action caused Hermione to smile despite her worries. The mere fact of Harry being near her was able to make her day.

“I am not ashamed to have you as my boyfriend, Harry. The fact is that I would like to keep our private life just that, private.” she replied then kissed him softly.

***

Two weeks later, Hermione's confidence in her new relationship grew and she decided it was time to tell her parents. Her parents were ecstatic about the news especially Anne. She knew that her daughter was really in love with Harry, and it was evident, that with everything he had given up to be with her that he too was deeply in love with Hermione.

Soon September arrived, both Hermione and Harry had been invited to the “Golden Fork Awards” being held in Paris, as candidates for the best chef in Europe. There were many renowned chefs in attendance and they were pleasantly surprised to run into Cho who was also there with Draco.

“Harry! I'm so glad to see you here. You too, Hermione.” Cho stated.

“Yes, good to see you too, Cho. Are the two of you here for business or pleasure?” Harry asked while shaking hands with Draco.

“Business, Harry. I'm the new manager of a French Chef his name is Cedric Diggory. He has English roots, though.” Draco explained as he hugged Hermione in welcome. Draco and Cho were then introduced to Hermione and Harry's friends and co-workers, who had also come to see the award ceremony.

They took their respected seats as the award ceremony started.

“…this has never happened before,” chucked the announcer, “since they currently work at the same restaurant, we are pleased to assign this year's Golden Fork to a pair of chefs from England: Hermione Granger and Harry Potter! In second place we have Cedric Diggory while in third place we have Seamus Finnegan from Ireland.”

Harry and Hermione smiled at each other then approached the stage to claim their prize.

It was their last night in Paris before returning to London; Harry had planned a mini-break for himself and Hermione at one of the most romantic locations in Europe. Earlier their friends and returned to Britain to tend to the “Garage.”

Harry had been out all the afternoon, and Hermione had been wondering where had he been. Not that she was too jealous, but still…

He, however, gained her forgiveness that night, when he took her to an exclusive restaurant with a beautiful sight of the city. The sun was just setting so the skyline was aglow with red-orange light.

The waiter took them to a secluded area capturing the best view. They were led to a candle-lit table for two. Delicately resting on the neatly placed linen serviette was a perfect single white rose.

Harry pulled out a chair and Hermione gingerly sat carefully examining the beautiful setting.

A wonderful dinner was served then Harry stood up and moved in front of Hermione. Bending down on one knee he pulled a velvet box out of his pocket. He took her welcoming hand. “Hermione, from the first time I saw you and we danced I knew you were the woman I would love all my life. We have been through difficult times but we overcame them. Without you I feel empty and I don't think I could live the rest of my life without you. Will you marry me?” he asked his voice cracking now and then. It had been a miracle he had been able to make his little proposal at all.

She gazed lovingly into his emerald pools and knew he meant every single word he had just said. She was breathless as tears of happiness streamed down her cheeks. All she was able to do was nod. Hermione then kissed him deeply as she accepted his ring. Her dreams had come true she definitely had it all.

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A/N: Hey, my faithful readers, here I am again. I hope you like this one. Thanks to my wonderful beta, Cheryl, who helped me in writing this one.

Chapter Thirteen

“I Thee Wed”

The newly engaged couple returned to London the next morning. Ginny was the first to notice the gleaming two-karat brilliant cut diamond ring in a white gold setting resting elegantly on Hermione's slim left-hand ring finger.

“Hey Hermione…but…that ring…” Ginny trailed off, looking at her friend's face. Hermione's eyes lit up while she nodded. Ginny started squealing in delight and ran over to Lavender. Hermione then showed Lavender the ring.

“They got engaged, Lav! Oh, I'm so happy for you, guys!” the youngest Weasley gushed and started to cry. Lavender joined Ginny in the squealing and crying; soon everyone was awakened by the noise.

Ron was the first to exit his room and was quickly followed by the twins. “What's all the noise about?” Ron groggily asked. Then he noticed Harry and Hermione. “Hey, guys. Welcome back!” Ron said as he hugged them. The twins followed suit.

“Ron, do you notice anything different about them?” Lavender asked taking her boyfriend's hand. She knew boys could be thick, however, she wanted to test him.

“I don't know…they seem fine to me…” the redhead replied.

“Yeah, they seem in perfect shape to us too” the twins said. One moment later Fred finally noticed something.

“Hey, wait a minute. What's that on Hermione's finger?” he asked.

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Honestly, what do you think it is?” she said, a bit annoyed.

“Are you saying that the two of them…are engaged?” George asked as comprehension dawned on his face.

“Yes, we are. I thought Paris was the best romantic place to ask her.” Harry advised while looking lovingly at Hermione, who moved closer to him.

“Well, congratulations, guys!” Ron shouted hugging the two of them again.

“Yeah, mate, congratulations,” the twins echoed while patting Harry on the back.

“It's a shame though, you're trapped now.” Fred sighed, his weak attempt at a joke. All the boys laughed while the girls just rolled their eyes.

“Typical, the boys would see something romantic like marriage as a prison.” Ginny muttered while hitting her brother on the head for his remark.

“You know, Ginny? Maybe Fred and I should just go home to Mum. You are worse than she is. Could you stop hitting us? It hurts, you know.” George whined and the group erupted in laughter, except for Ginny, who scowled at the twins.

***

Some days later, Hermione informed her parents of the engagement. They were ecstatic over the happy news.

“Hermione, this is fantastic!” Anne said clearly delighted when she was informed by phone.

“Oh Mum, I'm so happy! My dreams are actually coming true. I have gained some success as a Chef plus I'm going to marry the man I love! If someone told me one year ago as I was plucking potatoes at the “Garden” that I would be living out my dreams, I would have refused to believe it!” Hermione replied excitedly.

“When are you planning to get married? I want come out to help with the arrangements!” her mother inquired, “Oh, I've to go now, your father is calling me to the kitchen. I'm sure he will be thrilled too.” In fact, Robert was delighted for his little girl. He accepted that his little girl was now a woman and she was settling down with the right man. He knew Harry had made a great deal of compromises to be with Hermione and Harry's love for his only daughter was not in doubt. Harry was the man to make Hermione happy.

***

Deciding when to get married went smoothly and the couple quickly made plans. Harry and Hermione wanted something as private as possible. They chose their wedding party. The next step was draw up a list of people they wanted to invite to the ceremony.

A few days later the carefully selected guests received their white embossed invitations to the most exclusive event of the fall.

Mr. and Mrs. Robert Granger

Request the honour of your presence

At the wedding of their daughter

Hermione Jane Granger

to

Harry James Potter

The ceremony will take place on

Saturday, October the 20^th, at 11am

At St. George's Cathedral, London

*

Hermione was torn as to whom she should choose as her main attendant. She didn't want to hurt any feelings. She kept procrastinating. She was lost in thought as she prepared her now famous meatballs for the night's dinner. Suddenly Ron burst through the doors carrying a half screaming half sobbing Ginny in his arms.

“What in bloody hell were you thinking Gin.” Ron bellowed over Ginny's anguished screams as he set her down in a chair to examine her rapidly swelling ankle. “You should have used a ladder not a sodding chair.” Ron continued.

Hermione was broken out of her musing, “Ginny! Oh my god! Ron, what happened?” she asked rushing to Ginny's side.

“I fell.” answered Ginny whimpering, “I think its broken.”

“I think you're bloody right.” stated Ron turning to Hermione, “I'm taking her to casualty. We'll need someone to cover for her tonight.”

“Okay, just ring me from the hospital when you find out anything.” requested Hermione as Ron picked up his sister again and headed out the service door.

Hermione sighed.

*

Harry picked up the phone, dialled the number and waited for the other party to answer.

“Hello.”

“Hey, Cho. It's Harry. May I have a word with Draco?”

“Of course, I'll get him,” said Cho before yelling, “Draco luv! Phone for you. It's Harry!”

“So Harry, are the rumours true? You and Hermione really tying the knot?” he asked, happy for his friend.

“Yes, we are, Draco and I'd like you to be my best man?” Harry asked

“It'd be an honour mate,” replied Draco enthusiastically.

“I'll call you back with more details mate,” Harry said. “My wife to be is calling me I've gotta go.”

“Bye then, and congratulations Harry.” Draco said and closed the conversation.

***

Two weeks after the engagement, Anne arrived in London to help Hermione with the wedding plans - the couple didn't give themselves much time so they had to make many quick decisions.

Anne took her daughter and her future son-in-law to choose their wedding attire. Harry spent about two hours in the shop trying on a great number of morning suits until he found one that suited him perfectly. It fit like a second skin so he took it and went to pay. Then, he waited for Hermione.

She was still trying gowns, after having discarded many of them, some with short sleeves, some others with long sleeves, many of them in a pearl white shade and others a bit more cream coloured. She also tried on long veils; short veils, some trimmed in pearl, some trimmed in rhinestones and some with a tiara while other were adorned with silk flowers. Finally she selected a gown, but obviously Harry was not permitted to see it, as they were trying to have a somewhat traditional if not rushed wedding.

The following day Anne took the near exhausted couple to her favourite florist. She knew that her daughter loved roses so they chose them. Harry however, suggested that they choose a variety of colours to make the atmosphere a bit more festive and Hermione happily agreed. She was so happy that she was marrying the man she loved and he wasn't indifferent to being involved in the planning!

They ordered several arrangements for the church and reception as well as the boutonnières, corsages and bouquets for Hermione and her attendants. It was destined to be a colourful sight with blue, pink, cream and yellow roses in addition to Gerber daisies and white lilies.

Next the couple moved on to select the wedding cake. They both had definite ideas and visited several patisseries but just couldn't find exactly what they were looking for. Upon returning the restaurant, Ron surprisingly picked up on their moods. Ron even asked them what the problem was.

“We've been searching for a wedding cake, that's the problem.” Hermione explained while changing in her Chef's attire.

“I should be offended. Am I not the best dessert chef you know?” Ron asked smiling.

Harry and Hermione looked at him and their smiles returned. “We didn't want to take advantage of our friendship.” Hermione stated.

“Would you do us the honour of making our wedding cake Ron?” Harry asked.

“Of course, tell me what you desire and I will create it for you! What are friends for?” Ron replied nearly crushing Hermione in a tight hug.

The support staff at the “Garage” had insisted on catering the wedding so it only made sense for the reception to be held at there as well.

*

There was now one week before the wedding. The wedding program had been finalized.

Best Man: Draco Malfoy

Maid of Honour: Lavender Brown

Attendants: Hayley Weasley and Zahra Granger-Smythe

Ushers: Fred Weasley, George Weasley and Ronald Weasley

Hermione and Lavender set off to find the attendants' outfits while the men went in search of their wedding attire.

Harry and his entourage returned to the store he purchased his morning suite. Draco was fitted with a morning suit. To contrast nicely with Harry's all white ascot and vest, Draco's were a silver-grey. The ushers decided to go with matching suits in charcoal grey. The four men looked very dapper indeed.

Hermione and Lavender were scouring the local shops for just the right dress to suit both Lavender and the girls, the Weasley's niece Hayley and Hermione's young cousin Zahra. In the last shop they entered, Lavender found the perfect dress that just happened to have complimenting children's dresses in stock. Lavender looked really stunning in her sleeveless pale pink full-length gown with a smattering of dainty pink silk gardenias across the bodice, and when Ron saw her he looked like he might faint. He was speechless and kissed her soundly to show his approval. Lavender was still a little in awe that she and Ron had actually got together.

*

The day before the wedding was chaos. Everyone was scrambling around decorating the church for the ceremony; getting the “Garage” ready for the reception and taking care of all the last minute details.

That evening the guys took Harry out for his last night as a single man and the girls did the same for Hermione. Although not a complete night of debauchery the two groups managed to get totally drunk. Fred embarrassed himself on the way back to the dorm as he tried to hook up with any woman that even remotely showed an interest; his only conquests being many slaps across the face.

Ginny on the other hand, too intoxicated to realise what she was doing, slipped away with a guy who seemed nice. It was a short while before her friends noticed her missing and started to search for her. When they returned to the dorm to regroup they found Ginny already home and she was crying. Mr. wonderful turned out to only be interested in a quick shag. Ginny had resisted his advances and despite her broken ankle managed to get away. She felt very foolish over her actions and swore off men and drink forever.

***

While dressing Harry's hands were trembling.

“Nervous, mate?” asked an amused Draco.

“No. Why would you ask that?” Harry replied sarcastically.

“Well, I would be if I were in your place. Really you needn't worry, you are about to marry and share your life with the right woman.” Draco tried to reassure him.

“That, I am sure of,” Harry said while finishing tying his shoes.

“Hey mate, you clean up pretty good you know?” Ron stated as he entered the room.

Harry smiled, “Thanks Ron. You don't look too bad yourself. You know I bet Lavender will appreciate your new look.”

*

In the same moment Lavender entered the room where Hermione was finishing getting ready. Or rather, where Anne, Cho and Ginny were finishing preparing Hermione.

“Hey, I bet Harry will drool when he sees you. Hermione, you really are stunning in that dress!” Lavender said smiling.

“I bet Ron will do the same, Lav.” Hermione replied smiling nervously.

“Sweetheart, don't be so nervous. There is no reason to be.” reassured Anne.

“Do you have the traditional old, new, borrowed and blue?” Ginny asked.

“Yes. The gown is new, I have mum's gloves - that's the old and the borrowed and this blue garter…oh and a six pence in my shoe.” she replied as she gazed almost disbelievingly into the full-length mirror. Anne had to wipe a tear from her eye. “Don't you dare cry mum!” ordered Hermione, “Let's go. I'm ready.”

***

Harry positioned himself before the altar of the Cathedral to wait for Hermione. The priest was speaking to him reassuringly. Draco was standing beside him and Ron and the twins were busy seating the guests.

The doors opened and the two young attendants made their appearance, single file they made their way down the aisle dropping rose petals here and there as they went. Next was Lavender, with a quick wink to Ron who was holding the door, she made her way down the aisle too. Then the familiar sound of the wedding march began and Harry looked toward the doors. His jaw dropped as his eyes met the vision before him. He staggered back slightly and placed his hand over his heart; the most beautiful woman in the world was walking towards him. She took his breath away.

Hermione smiled shyly at Harry. She was really stunning, in her pearl white duchess satin sleeveless gown with chiffon overlay. The bodice was delicately covered with fine French silk lace and glistening Schwartzky crystals that caught the light making her radiate with beauty as she glided down the aisle on her father's arm.

Hermione had been a bit daring in choosing a gown with a V neckline and deep cut back with a flowing chapel length train. Her hair was piled on top of her head in loose curls held in place by a lovely white gold and Schwartzky crystal tiara.

When she reached the altar she turned and kissed her father on the cheek. The ceremony began. “Who gives this woman to this man in holy matrimony?” the priest's voice sounded in the church.

“Her mother and I do.” Robert replied, and then placed Hermione's hand in Harry's before joining a stilly teary-eyed Anne in the pew.

“We are united here today to celebrate the marriage of this young couple. They unexpectedly found love and pursued it through difficult times thus making them stronger.

“Harry and Hermione have chosen to recite their own vows.”

“Hermione, as I said the night I proposed to you, I knew you were the only woman for me the first moment we met. I made mistakes but with your patience and understanding in the end I realised that I did not want live without you. I love you more than life itself.” Harry said drinking in her chocolate brown eyes, the eyes he could drown in, “thank you for choosing me.”

Some of the guests had to wipe a tear or two away at Harry's declaration of love.

“Harry, I too knew the moment we met that you were the only man for me. We worked through many challenges and came out stronger in the end. You have risked everything to be with me and I couldn't want for a greater display of commitment. It is one of the many reasons I love you. You are gentle, caring and kind, thank you for choosing me,” declared Hermione.

A spontaneous clapping of hands filled the church and the priest raised his hand for silence. “Harry James will you take this woman, Hermione Jane, as your wife, in illness and in health, in good times and in tragedy, until parted by death?”

“I will,” replied Harry his voice unwavering.

“Hermione Jane will you take this man, Harry James, as your husband, in illness and in health, in good times and in tragedy, until parted by death?”

“I will,” Hermione firmly replied as she melted at the sight of Harry's emerald pools.

Draco then produced the rings placing them carefully on the silver tray held by the priest who then blessed them. “You will place these rings on each other's fingers as a symbol of your everlasting love.” the priest said handing Hermione's ring to Harry.

Harry took Hermione's hand in his trembling own and as he slid the ring her finger he said, “With this ring, I thee wed.” The priest then handed Harry's ring to Hermione and she did the same. The priest made his final blessings and announced, “You may now kiss your bride.”

Harry had been waiting for this moment since Hermione had entered the church. He gently cupped her face in his hands and kissed her softly. Hermione sighed happily and deepened the kiss as the congregation erupted in cheers.

***

The guests and wedding party made there way to the “Garage.” The staff had gone all out. The restaurant was elegantly decorated over its very modern decor. It was breath taking.

The kitchen staff had prepared very complex and exquisite dishes many of them fish based. The food was a huge hit and Ron as usual wolfed down lots and lots of food.

“Oi! Ron, save some food for the other guests mate,” shouted George. Lavender and Ginny could only roll their eyes at him while Hermione giggled softly leaning her head on Harry's shoulder.

Time flew by; soon it was time for the cake. Everyone stood back to admire Ron's masterpiece. He inspected it proudly then smiled at the newlyweds. It was a rather large ice cream cake, made with chocolate and covered with whipped cream. The cake was topped with two ice cream figures, sculpted to resemble Harry and Hermione kissing.

After the banquet, some tables were moved to the side to create a dance area. Harry and Hermione, being the newlyweds, shared their first dance.

A song by the Beatles started to sound.

Oh, oh,
You've been good to me, you made me glad when I was blue,
And eternally I'll always be in love with you,
And all I gotta do is thank you girl, thank you girl.

Harry and Hermione started swaying to the music, her head resting on his chest. Tears of absolute joy filled her eyes.

I could tell the world, a thing or two about our love,
I know little girl, only a fool could doubt our love,
And all I gotta do is thank you girl, thank you girl.

“You know, I think this song represents perfectly what I feel for you, Hermione. I chose it specifically for us.” he whispered his warm breath tickling her ear.

Thank you girl for loving me the way that you do, (way that you do),
That's the kind of love that is too good to be true,
And all I gotta do is thank you girl, thank you girl.

The wedding party then joined them on the dance floor. Ron and Lavender were dancing really close and he was whispering something in her ear then she gazed up at him adoringly. “They make a really nice couple, don't they?” Harry said pulling Hermione closer to him.

“Yeah, I'm happy for them,” she agreed.

It was time to toss the bouquet. Hermione had a specific target in mind and angled herself so that the flowers would head in the desired direction. All the unmarried women had lined up behind Hermione save for Ginny who was seated in a chair, not really paying attention, swinging her heavily cast broken ankle to and fro. Suddenly Hermione's bouquet landed easily in Ginny's lap. Ginny burst out laughing shouted, “No thank you!” and quickly tossed it back into the crowd of eager women.

Lavender and Cho made a dive for the discarded bouquet, each grabbing a piece of it. Everyone was laughing now as the two women fell to the floor. “Looks like we can expect a double wedding next.” exclaimed an amused Harry.

Ron and Draco regarded their respective girlfriends and then each other before turning to Harry grinning.

***

As the night wore on, Harry decided it was time to take Hermione away. He came up behind her scooped her in his arms as she squealed in delight. “What do you say we get out of here?” he suggested. Hermione nodded. “Good night everyone, thanks for coming!” the newly weds announced as they swept through the front doors without a second glance. The cheers that followed were deafening and soon after their departure the party resumed in full force.

Alone for the first time in weeks, they made their way to the honeymoon suite Fred and George had booked for them. The romantic setting pleasantly surprised them as they fell into each other's arms and consummated their love, their commitment, and their new life together.

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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters they are property of JK Rowling.

A/N: And this is the end, my faithful readers. I hope you'll enjoy this epilogue. Thanks for your reviews, good and bad. They are a great incentive for an author to continue his story. And thanks to Cheryl, my wonderful beta, who helped me to make this story this way. She is really fantastic!

Chapter Fourteen

“Epilogue”

A few months after that glorious day in which Harry and Hermione sealed their everlasting love, their marriage up until now had been bliss with no major spats. The “Garage” was as successful as ever. Harry and Hermione were the happiest of their lives.

However, some inevitable changes were in store for the newly married couple. Hermione had been feeling strange for the last couple of days. She had been excessively tired and well, certain parts of her body were becoming rather tender. She suspected why but was too unsure as to mention anything to Harry though. She did some quick maths in her head she would need to find out for sure.

Fortunately, she and Harry had taken the evening off, as this was their first Valentine's Day as a married couple. Feeling a little light headed she told Harry that she was going home early to rest up and get ready for tonight. Harry gave her a quick wink and a kiss on the cheek, “I'll be round about 7:00pm, okay luv.”

“I'll be waiting,” responded Hermione seductively.

On the way back to their flat she stopped at the local apothecary and purchased the necessary test kit that would verify her suspicions. Upon returning to the flat, Hermione headed straight for the bathroom. The result was positive. She sat there on the edge of loo tears of joy, fear and excitement streaming down her face. This will be a Valentine's to remember, she mused.

Hermione prepared a quiet dinner for two. She was confident that Harry would be happy about the news, but still she felt nervous. They had talked about this it was just coming on a little sooner than discussed.

She was setting the table when she heard the key in the door. She hastily finished arranging Harry's plate and ran to greet her husband at the door. Hermione welcomed Harry with a very tender kiss. Harry closed the door and kissed his wife again, this time more heatedly. He started to lead her to their bedroom not breaking their kiss. . Finally Hermione decided to stop him.

“Harry, please…if you continue, I don't think we'll be able to stop. Our dinner is still in the oven…” she said pushing him away, albeit reluctantly. They had been married for almost four months now and with every day their passion increased even more.

Begrudgingly, Harry stopped and took his wife's hand. Together they headed to the kitchen and finished cooking their meal. “You go sit down. I'll bring out the meal,” ordered Hermione, her nervousness returning again.

Harry sat at the table as instructed and picked up the serviette resting on his plate. A white stick fell out. He gazed up at a very nervous Hermione, confusion written all over his face, “What's this Hermione?”

“Happy Valentine's Day Harry.” was all she could say.

Harry looked back down at the white stick in his hands. He noticed the two pink lines and it finally dawned on him. Harry then returned his back to Hermione, his eyes searching hers for confirmation, “You're…”

Mustering all her courage, Hermione left out a deep breath, “Yes Harry, we're going to have a baby.” tears of happiness once again leaking from her eyes.

Harry was shocked and then elated, he had dreamed of having a family with Hermione. His dream was coming true. Huge burst happiness exploded in him. He leapt up from the table and gathered Hermione up in his arms swinging her around as he too wept with tears of happiness. After a tight squeeze he gently set her down and whispered softly, “That's wonderful, luv. How long have you known?”

“I…I just did the test today. I had been feeling a little off the last two or three days and only this afternoon did I realise I was late.” she explained.

“So…how far along…when do you think…?” Harry asked holding Hermione close to him, her head resting comfortably on his chest.

Hermione turned her head to look up at him a shy grin on her face, “New Year's.”

Harry blushed slightly as he fondly remembered that day…and night.

They seated themselves at the table to finish their dinner. Then Harry and Hermione retired to their living room to watch a DVD. Hermione snuggled next to Harry both of them full of excitement on their pending parenthood. “Thank you Hermione…for making this the best Valentine's Day of my life.” said Harry as he gently ran his hand over Hermione's still flat stomach.

*

Obviously, Anne and Robert were informed the next day. Robert took the call.

“Hey Hermione. How are things?” he asked.

“Well, Dad, they couldn't be better. Actually, I'm calling to give you and Mum some wonderful news. The two of you are going to be grandparents!”

“You're pregnant?” Robert asked.

“Yes, I am, Dad! I and Harry are very excited about this!”

“Oh sweetheart, that's wonderful news! Just wait until your mother hears this! I'm beside myself…my little girl is going to be a mother…” Robert said, complimenting his daughter. A tear sneaked its way down his cheek.

***

Harry and Hermione had decided to keep their happy news quiet for now.

Things had been a bit hectic at the “Garage” and Harry's sudden over protectiveness of Hermione was not going unnoticed. As Hermione's pregnancy progressed it was getting harder and harder to keeps things a secret. The all too intuitive Ginny finally asked Hermione outright, “What's going on Hermione? You sprogged up or something?”

Hermione looked to Harry, “We should tell them, luv.” said Harry.

“Yes Ginny I'm pregnant.”

Ginny let out her now trademark squeal and Lavender quickly joined her upon hearing the news. The squealing caught the twins' attention and they joked about the fact that Harry and Hermione's “son” was destined to be a very skilled chef with two parents like them.

“When are you due?” inquired Lavender.

“October 8^th.” Hermione happily replied.

*

Harry and Hermione were discussing who the godparents were going to be and Harry was having a difficult time deciding. He wanted to make Draco the godfather to their baby, but wasn't really keen on having Cho as the godmother. Thankfully Hermione had an open mind and was willing to discuss all their choices.

Draco had proposed to Cho the night of Harry and Hermione's wedding and they were set to marry in two weeks. They had recently moved from Geneva to Paris as Draco was managing Cedric Diggory's restaurant, which was doing quite well. Harry was concerned about Draco living so far away.

Finally, Harry and Hermione decided. Draco and Lavender would be their child's godparents. Harry called Draco to tell him the news.

“Hey Harry!” Draco replied on his mobile.

“Hey Draco. Ready to take the big step, are you?” Harry asked.

“You can bet on that. So, what can I do for you, mate?”

“See, Draco, I and Hermione are going to have a baby…and we want to make you the godfather. Lavender is going to be the godmother. What do you say?”

“Harry! Congratulations mate. That sure was fast. Godfather…I'd be honoured.” replied Draco sincerely.

“Brilliant.” responded Harry, “See you next week mate.”

***

As time passed slowly Hermione's pregnancy started to show. All too soon the story hit the newspapers.

Potter and Granger Expecting First Child

By Rita Skeeters

Newlywed and famous chefs, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, recent co-winners of the Golden Fork award are expecting their first child in early autumn. The couple, head chefs of the famed “Garage”, the most popular restaurant in Britain and one of the top eateries in Europe, have decided to not find out the sex of their pending bundle of joy.

Inside sources reveal that Ms. Granger will be taking a short maternity leave relinquishing the restaurant's culinary duties in the capable hands of her husband.

This reporter would like to be the first to wish the Potters a safe and easy delivery.

Hermione read the article and was quite upset. She wondered why other people found the particulars of their life so interesting. Harry had become used to the media coverage and simply shrugged it off. He brought Hermione a mug of coffee and pancakes with jam to her, in bed. It was a ritual that he wanted to keep up until the birth of their “son” at least. He enjoyed having breakfast in bed with her, reading the newspaper or watching the telly while snuggling close.

***

Finally, October arrived. The baby was due any day now. Hermione's hospital suitcase was packed and at the ready.

Harry worked as little as possible at the restaurant, leaving it in the competent hands of their partners. He really couldn't bear to be away from his wife in case she needed something.

As the due date drew near, Hermione became more irritable. Her back was soar and her ankles were swollen and the heavy weight of the baby resting in her pelvis signalled that the baby was getting ready to make an appearance.

However, babies have their own timetable and cannot be rushed. Sometimes, destiny is full of surprises. The due date came and went and Hermione was starting to go out of her mind. The waiting and anticipation was getting to her.

Then one night, Hermione rolled over and was awakened by a gush of fluid rushing between her legs. All too suddenly she was in the worst pain of her life. Nudging Harry she gasped, “Harry! Its time!”

Harry immediately jumped up from his slumber, quickly grabbed the suitcase and helped Hermione to the car. About every two minutes Hermione would scream and then clutching her belly she would try to do her breathing exercises. Harry was trying not to panic but every scream made him drive a little faster. Finally they arrived at the hospital as Hermione was taken to labour and delivery Harry made sure that his arrangements for a private room were in place. Fame and celebrity did have some advantages.

Harry joined Hermione in the birthing room. The midwife examining Hermione indicated that it was probably going to be a fast delivery, maybe two-three hours. She was already five centimetres when they arrived.

Harry did his job well; he rubbed Hermione's back when she asked. He got her ice chips. He held her hand. He wiped her brow. Her cries of pain left him feeling helpless. He could not stand her to be in pain. About three hours passed when the midwife checked Hermione again and announced that it was time to push.

Hermione was amazing. It wasn't at all like in the movies, she didn't curse, and she didn't tell him she hated him. She followed the doctors' instructions pushed when she was supposed to and panted in between. After about 15 minutes Harry stood in awe, as he watched the woman he loved bring his child, their child into the world. He cried.

A while later, they settled in their private room. Hermione rested in bed with her newborn bundled in her arms. She lifted her head and smiled at Harry the brightest smile he had ever seen. Slowly, he moved to her side taking her hand in his.

“A girl,” he simply said.

“A girl,” she repeated.

“How are you feeling?” Harry asked.

“I'm fine. I have our baby girl in my arms.” Hermione said gazing in his eyes.

Harry closed the gap between them kissing her softly. He pulled a bouquet of red roses from behind his back and said, “Happy anniversary Hermione.”

“You remembered,” whispered Hermione tears streaming down her face.

“How could I forget the happiest…well one of the happiest day of my life, luv,” replied Harry as he wiped the tears from her cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Hermione responded pulling Harry into another gentle kiss before handing their daughter to him. He looked at his baby girl in reverence. Even so little, she was beautiful. She had green eyes just like his, but she was every bit her mother's daughter, from what he could tell. She also had a hint of brown hair, just like Hermione.

“You have chosen her name already, haven't you?” Harry asked.

“Well…I have some ideas,” responded Hermione sheepishly, “Lily Emma Potter.”

Harry smiled at his wife then gazed down at his little Lily and introduced himself, “I'm your dad, nice to finally meet you.”

Hermione looked up at her husband her heart over full, “What do you say we work on giving Lily a brother?”

Their dreams, their lives, their happiness…everything, it was like…magic *wink*.

THE END

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