***A/N: Ok, so here's chapter two. Just wanted to clear up something. Hermione IS a witch. She just left the wizarding world after graduating from Hogwarts. Also, the rating's at "R" because there might be some adult themes later on and nasty language (I can't help that..) Thanks for reading!!!***
** Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except for the plot, Mike, Kathryn and any other characters you don't recognize. YOU HEAR THAT?! SO, DON'T SUE!**
*A Lucky Save *
"Whew!" Harry breathed after shutting the door of Mike's house. When he saw Mike standing in the door way with his head cocked to the side and a confused, yet goofy, look on his face, Harry sighed and began his story.
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Hermione was still shaking when she stumbled into her flat, knocking over her roommate's golf clubs behind the door, which crashed loudly to the floor.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" screeched her roommate Kathryn, who had been sleeping rather soundly on the sofa in the next room.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Hermione replied wearily.
"Oh yeah? Try me." Kathryn said, now wide awake and filling the teapot with water for a cup of tea for the two of them.
Hermione smiled at her, she always knew she could count on Kathryn as a confidante. She always had an objective view on things. You could always count on her to tell you straight to your face what she thought. Hermione reminisced about how they met. It was two years ago when she had gotten her doctorate from Liverpool Hope College University and need a place to live. She found a want ad in the newspaper for a roommate and called it. Two months later, she was take up residence with someone she had known for less than two weeks. That person was Kathryn and she thanked Merlin for her everyday.
"Yooo hooo! Her-money, come baack!" whistled Kathryn, waving a hand near her roommate's face. "I am dying to find out this über-dramatic story, which you so daintily breezed in the house proclaiming about!!"
"Huh, oh right." Hermione mumbled coming back from the comfort of memory. So, she began her tale. She told Kathryn everything from the original sighting to the trip home. Kathryn murmured occasionally, completely enthralled. When she finished, Kathryn, who had never been without words, found it hard to find her voice. Once she found it, all she could muster was a quiet, yet squeaky "Damn." Then she started to giggle. Now, it wasn't that You-Just-Told-Me-Something-Serious-and-Now-There-Is-An-Awkward-Silence kind of giggle. It was a full on laugh, loud and proud.
"What's so funny?!" Hermione asked, perturbed and kinda hurt.
"That story is the most twilight zone-ish story I have ever heard! Either that or maybe a bit Ricki Lake…" Kathryn said, wiping her eyes from laughing so hard.
"You know what? I am mad at you. We aren't friends anymore. I am gonna put a want ad in the paper. Give me your half of the rent and leave." Hermione said trying to suppress a giggle and keep a straight face. She giggled as the color came back to Kathryn's face and she gave her a foul look.
"I thought you were serious." Kathryn breathed.
"Nah. How could I be mad at you?" Hermione said giving Kathryn a hug. "I am gonna go to bed. I need sleep. G'night, Stinky!"
"'Night!" Kathryn said and made her way back to the couch. The movie she was watching when she fell asleep was still on.
Meanwhile, Hermione was asleep. She had fallen asleep, amidst changing into her pajamas.
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"…then I made it here." Harry said, concluding his story.
"Mate, that was one weird-ass story, you know that?" Mike commented when he was finished.
Harry laughed. That was something about Mike he liked. He always avoided a completely conventional conversation by adding the word "ass" within it at least once. Mike had been his friend since he joined the Cannons. He kinda had taken Harry under his wing, helping him get assimilated into life as a Cannon. He was a beater and a good one at that. However, the one thing about Mike, despite the "ass" thing, was that he was a gentleman. He was the kind of guy who would hold the door for anyone and knew his place at anything formal. It was amazing, but then again, that was Mike.
"Yeah, I guess it is." Harry said, coming back from his memory. "Well, I am gonna go crash. Do you think you could help me get my car tomorrow?
"Yeah, dude, not a big deal. 'Night." Mike said plodding up the stairs to bed.
Harry made his way to the guest bedroom at the end of the hall. That room was more familiar to him than his own bed at home. He had spent many a night recovering from some Quidditch related injury there. He made it to the bed and stripped off his pants and shirt, so he was down to his boxers and t-shirt. He folded his pants when a card fell out the back pocket. He picked it up, and switching on the wall light, found that it was a business card for a doctor's office. He read the address on it aloud: "Dr. H. Abigail MacMillan, 75 Brunstane Road, Liverpool, IP1-6QU, UK. He stopped when he hit the phone number. He made a mental note to call her and ask her to dinner as a thank you for all she had done for him. Taking off his watch and placing it on top of the card, he fell asleep.
*** A/N: Ok, so I know that you are probably being like "WHY ARE THESE CHAPTERS SO SHORT?" I have a bunch already written and they need to be this size to properly fit the story in the manner of which it needs to go. I have certain progressions in my head and unfortunately, they are kinda short. Sorry, but keep reading. I will try to get another one up by the end of the week. Thanks !!! ***