Answering Reviews:
Austenlover: I have write 'Minnie as appellative to Hermione because in my crazy mind it sounded cuter than Hermy and less forced than 'Mione. If you prefer that I change that name please let me notice.
As some of you have requested I'll try to make Ron and Luna nicer but I don't know if they would be there a lot. But maybe they will appear, who knows ^_^.
I was asked to upgrade the rate of the fic; thank you Harry-Potter_obsessed. Do you agree with that rate? Tell me whatever you think about it.
Anthony: incest? Where? How? When? I though about George and Fred marry the Patil Twins because as Twins they have the same taste. I know it's not canon but ¿incest? Maybe I have explained it bad. Sorry. I'll try to explain it better.
LegalAlien: Thank you for your words. I'm glad you liked it.
Thank you kw702955, I think :P
Thanks Jenna Kathleen, Andrea Potter, for your kind words.
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A/N: This chapter is a little too short, I know but it's only "in between scenes". It didn't fit on the last chapter or in the next one.
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2. - The remains of the day …
Keep smiling, keep shining
Knowing you can always count on me, for sure
That's what friends are for
For good times and bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for
That's what friends are for
Dionne Warwick & Spinners
"I'm so glad I hadn't moved my things to the new house that I was going to share…share with that friend of yours." announced Hermione careful to keep her emotions in check. "I hope you didn't have any plans for my bedroom because I intend to stay here for a long, long time." she added then smiled at Harry, "Are you going to go to Maxime's wearing that tuxedo, Harry?"
Harry was gazing at Hermione she looked stunning. He saw her red lips moving but he didn't hear a thing, he just kept staring at her in a trance. Her hair pulled back in a ponytail, her short deep blue dress, and black leather jacket the sight before him was mesmerising. Hermione was riffling through her handbag.
"Have you seen my passport?" She asked still searching for something, "Harry?" Hermione smiled again, "Earth calling Harry, Earth calling Harry, Harry, answer please!"
"Wha-Oh yes. Your passport is in there," he said pointing at the box from which he had retrieved his credit card, "I'm going to run and get changed myself. You don't want me dressed in a tuxedo do you? Dressed like this everybody will be staring at me," he offered smiling.
"Oh Harry, it wouldn't make a difference," Hermione responded with a soft smile.
Quickly, Harry went to his room to change. He returned to the dinning room where Hermione was waiting for him.
Now it was Hermione's turn to stare at Harry. He was dressed in a dark grey shirt with a green tie and a pair of black trousers. She smiled dumbfounded while he got his jacket.
"Hermione, we need to head over to the Portkey Administration. Hermione? Is there something wrong; is this shirt dirty?"
"No, NO! Harry of course not. Let's go."
At the Portkey Administration:
"Hello," said Harry to the young girl at the counter; he glanced at her name, "Rachel," he smiled at her, "may we order a Portkey?"
"Of course sir-" her mouth drop open, "You're Harry Po-"
"Shh. It's a secret," he smiled.
"Yes, well what may I do for you?" asked Rachel somewhat flustered.
"May we order a Portkey for two to Paris?"
"Yes. Right away, Sir."
Rachel marked some letters at a kind of wizard computer she had in front of her and voilà, a Portkey for two to Paris appeared.
"Do you know how it works?"
"Yes thank you. When do we depart?"
"There is a five minute delay."
"Okay. What do I owe you?"
"That will be 200 Galleons for you, Sir."
Harry thanked Rachel again and paid the money. "Minnie," he caught her hand, "Ready to go? Later I thought we could go to an Irish pub. What do you think?"
"Sounds wonderful, Harry. Better than honeymooning in Somerset with the Quidditch team before their tournament."
"Oh, Minnie! If you want we can stay-"
"No, let's go and yes, I think the Irish pub is a great idea. I happen I know of a little place in Wizard Dublin; it's called W-Eire."
Glancing at his watch Harry held out the Portkey, "Time to go, take this. Five, seconds…Four…Three…Two…One."