Well girls, I'm back for another one. I just thought of this idea a few days ago and have been itching to start. It won't be long at all. In fact, this fic only lasts one night. Kind of like A Night to Remember(Which I still need to finish) Anyway, hope you enjoy what I have so far and I'll post more fairly soon. Enjoy!
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Chapter 1
Harry Potter went on his hands and knees and looked under his bed, making sure he didn't miss anything important. He saw a crumbled piece of clothing in the middle of the bed so he shifted onto his stomach and reached for the material. He pulled it out under the bed and realized it was one of his old shirts that he had been looking for during the past two months. "I thought I lost this shirt," he mumbled as he shook out the dust of the gray rutty t-shirt that once belonged to his cousin Dudley.
After the dust was somewhat gone, he folded it neatly before placing it in his open trunk. He didn't close it though, since he still had one night left to spend at the place he called home for the past seven years of his life. He shuffled over to his window that he spent a lot of his time gazing out during his last year at Hogwarts. Since he was Head Boy, he had the luxury of having a room all to himself, which he was grateful for considering all the nightmares and tossing and turning he did.
That was behind him now. Voldemort was gone and even though he still had bruises left from the long tedious battle, Harry was slowly healing. His right leg was still stiff, which caused him to limp slightly when he walked, however he could already tell it was healing. Luckily, none of his close friends were killed during the battle and he was so thankful for that. Ron had a few close calls, but he managed to survive and Harry had never been so proud of his best friend. As for Hermione…well, he vowed to himself that he was going to make sure Hermione didn't receive one scratch on her body…and he succeeded.
Harry gazed out at the grounds of Hogwarts, the sun was slowly sinking into the lake and he could see the commotion out on the lake as house elves scurried around to get ready for tonight's big occasion. Most of the students at Hogwarts left for the summer a few days ago, however, most of the seventh year Gryffindors and sixth year Ravenclaws stayed to celebrate the wedding of Ronald Weasley and Luna Lovegood.
Harry smiled as he shook his head. He couldn't believe his goofy best friend would be married by sundown. It was so weird. It seemed just yesterday they met on the train and now they were adults, graduating from Hogwarts and moving on to their next adventure. Ron was getting married…that was his adventure. As for Harry, he was planning on joining the Chudley Cannons next season, ever since they offered him a nice three-year contract. Once, not too long ago, he wanted to be an Auror, however Harry witnessed enough killing and war to last him a lifetime. He deserved to have a little bit of fun.
Hermione was doing something she had always wanted to do. She was opening up her very own bookstore. It made perfect sense; she loved books more than anybody he knew. Hermione had confided in him one night about her dream of opening a bookstore, but coming up with the money would be difficult. Well, she was his best friend and he always seemed to want to make her happy, so he asked Fred and George to keep their eyes open for any open vacancy in Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade.
A month later, they contacted him and told him about a rundown building in Hogsmead that was up for sale. "It's in pretty bad shape," George had told him. "But with a little work, it could make a great bookstore." So he bought it. Just like that and surprised Hermione for her birthday with a deed of the building, making her the official owner. She cried like a baby. She told him she wouldn't agree to do it, unless he agreed to be a private owner, giving him twenty-five percent of any profit. Of course, she wanted to split it down the middle fifty/fifty, but he refused and agreed on twenty-five
Right after Ron and Luna's wedding the two of them were going to start on rebuilding and designing. He didn't have to go to the Cannons till fall, so he agreed to help her as much as he could until then. It was going to be a great summer.
Harry finally turned around to look at his clock, telling him that it was time to meet Hermione down in the common room, since they planned on walking to the wedding together. He walked over to the mirror, making sure he didn't wrinkle his nice robes when he was on the floor. He fiddled with his hair for a bit, but finally gave up and headed down to the common room.
She wasn't down yet, so he made his way to the window so he could view the grounds once more. This view was of the Forbidden Forrest and Harry could see Hagrid's hut as smoke came up through the chimney. It was funny really…that even during the summer there was always smoke rising up to the sky. He saw his door open and smiled when he took notice of Hagrid's large form in a ridiculous brown colored suit. He then saw Madame Maxine walk out a second later and laughed when she started fiddling with his tie. They were a very odd couple.
"Harry? What's so funny?"
Harry smiled at the sound of Hermione's voice and turned around. "I was just watching…" The next words he was planning to say dropped from his mind, along with his heart and stomach when he saw Hermione. She looked pretty. No…no, beautiful. Gorgeous. He had never seen her look so breathtaking. Her hair was slicked back away from her face, piled neatly on the top of her head, except for a few strands that fell and framed her face nicely. Pearl drops dangled from her earrings and a matching necklace decorated the scoop of her neck. Her dress…Merlin her dress showed off all her curves and left little to the imagination as it scooped dangerously low exposing cleavage. The baby blue dress shimmered when she moved and he almost groaned when he noticed the high slit that went up her right thigh. Were her legs always so freakishly long? He wondered what it would be like to have those killer legs wrapped tightly around him…he started to sweat. Sweet Merlin he was glad he wore loose robes, that's for sure. Get a grip, Potter! What is wrong with you? This is Hermione! Your best friend Hermione who surprisingly had legs that went on forever and a body that would make any man howl at the moon. Dammit.
"Harry are you okay?" she asked as she stepped towards him.
Her scent hit him like a fist to the gut and he couldn't help but breath in deeply. "I'm fine," he breathed as he started to get dizzy. "You just…wow…" He looked her up and down and laughed a little uneasily. "You look really good."
Hermione blushed as she looked down at the floor. "Thank you," she said shyly. "Luna picked it for the bridesmaid dresses."
Harry gulped when she did a playful twirl to show off the back of her dress, which obviously hadn't been finished since it exposed most of her back. "It's…nice." He cleared his throat and took a deep breath to clear his head. You have a girlfriend, Potter, remember? She's just down the hall waiting for you? "Um…we need to get going. I told Nicole I'd meet her at the front gates."
Hermione nodded as she smiled. "Okay, let's go."
Harry motioned for her to go ahead and together they walked out of the portrait hole and went off to meet his girlfriend of two months. Nicole was a sixth year Ravenclaw and he didn't even know who she was until right after Christmas, when Nicole boldly came up to him in the hallway. It didn't take a genius to know she was interested in him; she wasn't exactly the subtle type. Harry though had other things on his mind, like defeating the Dark Lord, so at first he didn't pay attention much.
Two months ago, she finally cornered him in a deserted hallway and started kissing him. His first reaction was to push her away, considering he hardly knew her, but then the hormonal part told him that he was mad for even thinking it. That pretty much was the basis of their relationship…midnight snogs on the Astronomy tower. They never even went on an official date yet.
Harry and Hermione rounded the corner and saw that Nicole was standing there waiting for him. He saw her flash her million-dollar smile at him, but when her blue eyes fell upon Hermione, her smile dropped and her eyes narrowed. Hermione had never been a favorite of hers and Harry knew she was jealous of his long time best friend. His first crush, Cho Chang, felt the same as well when it came to Hermione. He had told Nicole countless times she didn't need to be jealous of Hermione, they were just friends, although tonight…after noticing that Hermione looked far better than his girlfriend tonight…she might want to watch out.
"There you are, Harry," she said as she leaned up and kissed him on the mouth. "I've been waiting for you."
"Sorry," he said with a shrug. "We got caught up."
"I'm afraid it's my fault, Nicole," Hermione said. "I was running late."
"I see. Hello, Hermione." Her voice was far from friendly.
"Hi, Nicole," Hermione said as politely as she could. "You look very pretty."
"Yeah, thanks." She didn't bother to return the compliment and turned to Harry. "You ready to go, baby?"
"Er…yeah, sure," he mumbled as he gave her a wobbly smile. "Let's go."
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After witnessing his best friend exchanging vows with Luna Lovegood by the lake as the sun went down, everyone slowly made their way back to the great hall. Harry, who was the best man, and Neville, Dean and Seamus, who were the groomsman had to stay behind and take pictures. Hermione and Ginny who were the only bridesmaids stayed as well, taking pictures with the bride and the groom.
It took them awhile to snap all the pictures, since the photographer took all sorts of different shots. One with the bride and her bridesmaids, one with Ron and just the bridesmaids and Harry's favorite was one with all the groomsmen and Luna. She was giggling as she perched upon her husband's knee while Harry and the rest of the guys swarmed around her.
Now, and hour or so later, Harry sat at a table all by himself as he stared at the only woman he had eyes for. No…not Nicole. Hadn't looked at her all night. Hermione however…ah, he couldn't keep his eyes off her. What was the deal? Why was he acting like this? He should be feeling these things for Nicole, not Hermione. Not his best friend.
Yet, he continued to watch her while she danced with Neville Longbottom, laughing up at him when Neville gave her an apologetic look for stepping on her feet. He couldn't help but smile when Neville dipped her and she arched her back dramatically and they both laughed as he brought her up. Her hair came undone and was now tumbling down her back in a mess of curls. Her skin practically glowed as Dean Thomas cut in smoothly twirling her around the dance floor. He should have known all the guys would fawn over her.
She caught his eye over Dean's shoulder and she gave him a wink that sent his stomach leaping up to his throat. Okay, this had to stop. Whatever this was…it had to stop. He made his eyes tear away from Hermione and scan the room until he found Nicole. His girlfriend. She was talking to one of her fellow Ravenclaw who come to think of it, was one of her ex-boyfriends. She was obviously trying to make him jealous. He wasn't, but that was beside the point. He had to prove to himself and Nicole that he wanted to be with her. Not Hermione. Bad Hermoine. Nicole...good. Hermione…bad.
"Dobby? You around? I need you."
Dobby appeared in an instant, beaming up at him. "Yes, Harry Potter, sir?"
"I need a bit of parchment and a quill, please, Dobby," he said leaning over so he could hear him over the music.
"Right away, sir!" he said and with a quick snap a tiny bit of parchment and a quill appeared on the table.
"Excellent!" he said and grabbed the quill and scribbled the message, Meet me on the Astronomy tower-Harry. "Now, one more thing, Dobby." He rolled up the parchment and handed it over to him. "I want you to go and give this to my girlfriend, all right?"
"Consider it done, sir!"
"Straight to her, all right?" he repeated. "Over to my girlfriend."
"Your girlfriend," he said nodding. "Got it. I won't let you down, sir!"
Harry nodded and got up from the table and maneuvered through the crowd. He didn't wait to watch Dobby give her the message. If he did, he would have realized that Dobby scooted right by Nicole…and gave his parchment to Hermione.
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