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A/N: HA HA!! We caught you all off guard!! Actually, we just didn't feel right about posting any part of this story on Easter Sunday, so we decided to post a day early...however, we will not be posting Chapter 2 until Tuesday, which would be our regular post date.

This is Part 2 in the series, entitled - It Can't Be All About Sex, Can It?, which will pick up where the last one left off. Here you'll enjoy a surprise lunch, a bachelor party, and a few other surprises a long the way….

A couple things…hope you don't mind.

First, the support we've received for this story has been phenomenal! We knew that our collaboration would be great, but there was no way for us to know that it would be so greatly received. Our heartfelt thanks to everyone who left comments for Part 1! The time that you've taken to leave reviews is appreciated more than many of you could know. Many of you expressed to us how much you loved the plotline of Part 1. We want you to know, that while that part of the story may be over, it will be revisited. Any questions that you might have will most likely be answered by the time we've finished.

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Chapter 1

With their third day of shooting complete, Harry and Hermione were preparing to go back to their respective hotels for the evening. Harry had become a little less distant in the past 12 hours or so since their tryst Monday night, but it was still far from what Hermione would have liked. She was very confused as to why he was acting like nothing had happened.

"Well, goodnight then, Hermione," Harry said as he pulled his coat on and headed for the door.

She stood there and watched him, then she decided that she wasn't just going to let him leave like that. "Harry?"

Stopping with his hand on the door handle, he didn't turn around. "Yeah?" He felt her behind him. He could feel her warm breath against the back of his neck. She was way too close for his comfort.

"How about dinner?" She asked, sliding a hand up his back and over his shoulder to get him to turn and face her.

Closing his eyes and steadying himself, Harry let out a determined breath and turned. "Can't. Have things to do," he stated matter-of-factly. "And tomorrow I'm meeting Sandra for lunch right after the morning shoot so...."

"But we need to talk," Hermione said, hoping her voice hadn't relayed the disappointment she was feeling.

Harry just looked at her. He hoped that she couldn't see the confusion and guilt in his eyes. "I, um," he cleared his throat, "I don't...I can't. Not right now, Hermione."

After considering him for a few seconds, she gave him a tight smile. "Good night then, Harry." He forced a grin and quickly turned away from her, nearly walking into the door before he had it opened all the way.

She watched him walk hurriedly down the sidewalk but noticed he wasn't going in the direction of his hotel. Wonder where he's off to? Suddenly, she was struck with a brilliant idea. An evil grin appeared on her face. "Lunch with Sandra, uh?" She asked aloud to no one.

Without another thought, she stepped outside and ran across the street. Fortunately, she was in good shape and the two block trot she had picked up was hardly taxing her. She arrived at his hotel and went up to the 6th floor. As the elevator door opened, she peeked around to make sure she was alone, and then dug out his keycard from her purse. "Good idea, Harry, to make sure we had each other's keys in case something happened," she mumbled, as she slid the card into the lock. The green light flashed, and she pushed the door open.

The lights were still off. He obviously hadn't been there yet. But that didn't mean he couldn't just show up any second. "Where is it?" She wondered aloud, going to his suitcase. Being careful not to disturb anything so he wouldn't notice she'd been there, she looked through his clothes for the object of her search. Frustrated, she let out a sigh and as she turned towards the bed, she noticed a black bag hidden between the nightstand and the bed.

Approaching it slowly, she bent down to pick it up and quickly looked inside. "There you are," she said fondly, slipping her hand inside the bag to feel the silkiness of Harry's invisibility cloak. "You never do leave home without it, do you Harry?" She asked aloud; she knew him too damn well.

She pulled the cloak from the bag, then shoved a folded up bathroom towel inside and replaced the bag where she had retrieved it from. She was so excited about putting her plan into motion that she didn't hear the lock on the door unlatching until it was almost too late. She quickly pulled the cloak over her and backed into the furthest corner of the room. Harry walked in, looking flustered and obviously upset about something. The door slammed shut behind him and he dejectedly sat down on his bed.

But he was up in a second. "What the bloody hell am I going to do?" He asked aloud, pacing back and forth in a space of about five feet. If he wasn't careful, he was going to tie himself up into a pretzel. "This can't be happening. I don't feel like this about her, do I?" He paused, sat down, and then stood up again. "I can't be in love with her. I can't. No way...." And in typical Harry Potter fashion he ran his hand through his untidy black hair. "It didn't mean anything, right? It was just one night." He sighed deeply and rubbed his hands over his face.

And a morning, that annoying voice in his head interjected.

"Okay," he said standing still, "she's beautiful," he started pacing again, "brilliant, funny, a great friend," he closed his eyes and touched a finger to the sore spot on his throat that she had ravaged the night before, "and incredibly hot." He literally fell back on his bed this time and just laid there, lying his arm over his eyes, as if trying to shield himself from the truth.

Hermione stood absolutely still watching him. Her eyes widened in surprise as she watched his hand slowly slide down his broad chest and finally come to rest on the bulge between his thighs. I did that to him! Hermione thought excitedly. He gets hard just by thinking of me? And before she could stop it, a gasp escaped her lips. Harry stopped his self-ministrations and raised his head to look around the room. There was no one there, of course. Hermione closed her eyes against her rising panic, but when she opened them again, she could have sworn Harry was looking right at her. Hermione swallowed another gasp she felt rising in her throat. Does he know I'm here?

"Great. Now I'm bloody hearing her," he said quietly, laying his head back down. Then a realization hit him. He looked down at where his other hand was resting. There was now a very prominent erection straining against his trousers and it was getting painfully uncomfortable as his hand continued to slowly work up and down over it. "Bloody hell," he huffed, pulling his hand away and sitting up. Disgusted with himself, he got off the bed. "I'm acting like a ruddy teenager. Guess it's time for another cold shower."

Keeping her hand clamped tightly over her mouth to prevent any more sounds from escaping, Hermione watched as he pulled his shirt over his head and kicked his shoes off. As he was undoing his belt, he walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

As she heard him turn on the shower, a tiny part of her thought about going in and joining him. She actually had her hand on the handle but then thought better of it. As much as she wanted-needed-to be with him again, this was her chance to escape. Giving the bathroom door a longing look, she quickly ran to open the front door and slipped out into the hallway, making sure to close the door quietly. Once it was secured, she ran down the hall and got into the elevator, only then did she take the cloak off of her.

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The next morning when Hermione arrived at the studio, Harry was already there and ready to shoot. He was talking with the director in a very heated conversation. She stood by her chair smoothing out her wind-blown hair watching them intently. Harry was upset about something.

As he was making a point with the director, his eyes drifted away from the man in front of him and landed on Hermione. He stopped talking immediately, looked at the director and mouthed something like "thank you," then turned and walked across the room. He sat in a chair wringing his hands nervously in his lap.

The director approached her and smiled. "Good morning, Miss Granger."

"Good morning, Julio," she said pleasantly. "Um, is Harry all right?"

Julio looked over at him. "Apparently he's having women problems," he chuckled, "and he's not feeling very well today." Hermione felt a sense of victory, but at the same time, was silently cursing herself for putting him through all this. He was upset because of her. "Anyway, we're going to shoot his scenes first, then he's going to have the afternoon off."

Hermione smiled. "That's fine," she said. "I don't have much to do today either."

Julio nodded. "In fact, you should both be done by lunchtime."

Hermione nearly burst out laughing. Perfect. Done in time for lunch. Today is the day I put my plan into action. He will love me. "Thanks, Julio." She sat down and crossed her legs as the director smiled and walked away from her. As she was glancing around the room looking for the make-up girl, she caught Harry staring at her. She gave him a gentle smile, but he looked away quickly.

Just keep playing at it, Harry, she thought. I heard you talking to yourself last night. Julio came out of another room and motioned to Harry. Without looking in her direction, her raven-haired friend-lover thank you very much whether or not he wants to admit it-stood up and walked purposefully into the second studio and disappeared behind the door. Yep. Just keep playing the confusion role, Harry. It does suit you, but you're not that confused. You know exactly what you want. You're just too afraid to go for it.

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12:30 finally arrived and both Harry and Hermione were excused after finishing their limited scenes for the day. Fortunately for Harry, none of their scenes had involved being with each other so he hadn't had to face her. After getting his shooting schedule for next week, Harry quickly grabbed his jacket and hurried from the studio.

Little did he know that Hermione had already been excused, had her schedule, and was waiting for him just outside the studio door-hidden under his invisibility cloak. He quickly crossed the street, then stopped and looked around, presumably to see if she had spotted him. Poor deluded man. He has no idea what's in store for him, she thought with a laugh.

Satisfied that Hermione hadn't seen him leave, Harry relaxed a bit and walked down the sidewalk, hands stuffed in his pockets. His strides were long and determined; he was obviously in a hurry to get where he was going. Hermione had a bit of trouble keeping up with him. He was, after all, nearly a foot taller than her and she was trying to move under an invisibility cloak. And he was all legs. Strong, powerful legs that felt so good between.... Focus, Granger! Don't lose him!

After following Harry for nearly two blocks, he finally disappeared inside a posh Italian restaurant. Hermione grinned. So this is where we're going to play, uh? She had to wait for someone else to enter before she could slip inside. A very tall blonde woman was walking down the sidewalk towards her and to Hermione's relief was going inside. She got as close to her as she could and followed her inside before the door closed behind her.

Once inside, Hermione silently made her way towards the dining area of the restaurant. You always did have excellent taste, Harry, she thought, impressed at his choice of restaurants for his date.

She stood off in a corner out of the traffic area where there was little to no chance she would be discovered. And she waited. She scanned the large dining room but hadn't spotted Harry yet. Bloody hell! What if he went into the bar! She made to turn around and head towards the bar when she suddenly spotted him coming out of the men's restroom at the back of the restaurant.

And then she watched him approach a corner booth where the same tall blonde woman she had followed inside stood up and greeted him with a kiss. So that's Sandra! Isn't that ironic? She let me in here, Harry! No wonder he's never introduced her to me and Ron. She's so not his type! What is he thinking?

They sat down across from each other in the booth and a waiter appeared immediately to take their drink orders. Hermione shrank back into the corner and waited for the right moment to make her move. A few minutes later the waiter brought their drinks and they sat talking quietly. When the waiter appeared again several minutes later to take their orders, they both waived him off; apparently, they were in no hurry to order. Good. More time to think about my plan.

The restaurant was filling quickly with a late lunch crowd. Hermione was actually feeling a bit nervous. If she was found out, there was no telling what trouble she could get in. Firstly, she was hiding under a magical cloak in Muggle London. Try explaining that one to the local bobbies! Second, if she was caught doing what she was going to do, she-and probably Harry, too-would get thrown in jail for indecent exposure or something! Third, there's no telling how angry Harry could/would be! But she was willing to take the risk.

Harry and Sandra had finally ordered and as soon as the waiter disappeared, Sandra got up. Harry politely stood then sat back down as she walked away. Hermione watched her. She had a cigarette in her hand. She'll be gone for at least five minutes. That's enough time to get in position. She moved forward, carefully making her way between the tables towards Harry's.

She stood not five feet away from him. You have no idea I'm here, do you, Harry? Well, that'll change very soon. She backed against the wall beside the booth and waited. Patience was one of her strongest virtues. I've got all day, Mr. Potter. Sandra came back and when Harry stood up at her approach, he nearly brushed against Hermione. Dammit! Almost blew my cover! She stepped a few more feet away.

She stood absolutely still for the 30 or so minutes it took for them to eat their lunch. Sandra was done first and she again got up to smoke another cigarette. Harry didn't rise this time. In fact, he looked quite agitated that she was even leaving to smoke. Just as I thought, Harry! She's not your type!

Hermione watched her leave the restaurant and go outside. She took a deep breath and let it out quietly. Here we go. She got down on her knees and carefully crawled under the table, thankful that the table cloth hung nearly all the way down to the floor. Harry had his head back against the booth's backrest so he hadn't noticed it lift slightly when she snuck beneath it.

Once under the table, she was relieved to find that there was more room than she thought there would be. Hermione lifted the cloak off of her and smiled when she realized she was on her hands and knees with her face between Harry's knees. Suddenly his foot moved and kicked her arm. She bit back the yelp and froze. Is he going to look under the table? After a few seconds when he didn't move again, she surmised that he had just assumed he'd kicked the table leg and didn't give it another thought.

Okay. No more wasting time. Time to go to work. Hermione got as close to him as she could without touching him, then slowly ran her hand up his left thigh. She felt him tense up. She could just imagine him opening his eyes and looking down in surprise. Did he know it was her? Did he know her touch? He bloody well better by now!

Her other hand moved up his right leg and when it came in contact with the soft bulge in his trousers she heard him inhale a sharp hiss. "Can I get you some dessert, sir?" She heard the waiter ask and she felt Harry's entire body stiffen even more.

She stopped her seduction momentarily for his sake. "Um, just coffee for now, please," he said, his voice slightly trembling. She saw the waiter's feet walking away and went back to rubbing him through his trousers. "Oh, bloody hell," he whispered tightly.

As one hand continued to tease him, the other reached up further to find and pull down his zipper. She scooted closer between his legs and to her surprise he opened them for her, giving her better access. Thanks, Harry! Although she was quite sure it was his body's automatic response to the stimulation it was receiving and nothing he did voluntarily.

Hermione slowly pulled the zipper down and pulled his trousers open. She heard a groan from above her when she reached inside his boxers and took him in her hand. "Why?" He asked hoarsely. "Why here?"

She smiled as she stroked him slowly, feeling his cock harden almost instantly in her hand. She wasn't about to answer that. She wanted to keep him guessing if she could. Was he even sure it was really her? Could have been just some nut fan of his. Merlin knows he had plenty of them. Even in Muggle London the girls seemed to know of Harry Potter. And even if they didn't know of his significance in the wizarding world, he was a very attractive man with stunning green eyes, a gorgeous bum, and charm that could sweep any girl off her feet. So yes, it could have been any of them.

Now completely hard, Harry's erection was right there for her. She scooted a bit closer and darted her tongue out to tease the head. "Oh, shit," he moaned above her, suddenly his hands appeared and were gripping the edges of the booth.

And without warning, she took the whole of him into her mouth, holding it as deep in her throat as she could. Harry let out a quiet yelp and she couldn't help but smile as she slowly pulled her mouth off him. She reached up and gently caressed his balls while she plunged her mouth onto him again. She swallowed him until she felt him at the back of her throat. She moaned softly and his body shook as the vibrations shot through his every nerve ending.

She pulled back all the way and ran her tongue up and down his length, sucking the head into her mouth and milking it hard, like she could pull his soul out of him through his hard-on. "Mione...." his voice was strangled and weak, his breathing hard and erratic.

She stopped and opened her eyes. Okay. He knows it's me. Good. She pulled back and took a deep breath, then kissed the tip of him. She noticed that his knuckles were turning white. "No...don't...." she heard him whisper down to her, "please...don't stop...."

Smiling, Hermione swallowed him again and after a few passes of her tongue along his length, she released his balls and began to stroke him with her hand, gripping it firmly while pumping him up and down. He was making noises that she hadn't heard the other night. Perhaps it was because he was trying to keep himself quiet. They were, after all, in a public place.

Suddenly, feet appeared beside the table, and another set of legs were sliding beneath it. "Harry, darling?" Sandra's voice was shrill and heavy, almost masculine sounding. Hermione stopped. She knew Harry was in a right state and was probably looking very peculiar at the moment. She removed her hand and sat still for a moment.

"Um, what?" He asked, his entire body jerking, either from the sudden absence of Hermione's warm, wet mouth on him, or the shock that his girlfriend had actually come back to the table while he was getting the most amazing blow job of his life.

Sandra looked at him oddly. "You look pale. Are you feeling all right?"

Harry took a deep, shuddering breath and let it out slowly, attempting to calm himself down. He brought his hands back up to the table and reached for his coffee cup. "Fine," he said tightly, trying to keep his hand from shaking while he raised the cup to his lips.

Sandra eyed him suspiciously. "Harry, there's something we need to discuss," she said flatly.

Harry bit his bottom lip as he felt the pressure of a hand return to his cock. I swear I am going to hex you, Granger! "Oh?" He asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. Sure, Sandra! We can talk about anything you like! As long as you don't mind the fact that I'm getting a blow job from my best friend under the table as we speak!

Sandra sipped her coffee. "I'm breaking up with you, Harry," she said without preamble. She watched him carefully for a reaction. She got one, all right, but it wasn't what she was expecting. Harry had closed his eyes and was wringing his hands together so hard she was sure he was going to break them. "I'm sorry. It's just not working out. We're just not right for each other." Her voice was hesitant as she watched him curiously. With a great amount of effort, Harry opened his eyes to look at her, and the only thing he could do was nod. "You don't seem too upset about this."

"Um," he was starting to perspire now, "um, yeah. Um...su...sure. You're, ah, probably right." He fought down the groan he felt rising in his throat. You are SO dead, Granger! He bit down on his lip hard as he felt her mouth enveloping him again. She was sucking hard on him this time; he was quite sure she was trying to swallow him whole.

Sandra looked at him strangely. Giving him a soft smile, she rose from her seat. "I'm just going to use the ladies' room. I'll be right back."

Harry just nodded and the minute she turned her back, he put his head back against the booth and choked back the groans in his throat. He was unsuccessful at keeping completely quiet, however, and a few people turned to look at him. He quickly smiled at them, then laid his head down on his arms. "Mione, please...." he whispered down to her. "I know...you...oh Merlin...can he...hear me."

After a second, and after the wet warmth had been so rudely taken away from him, he heard "what do you need, Harry?"

"You," he whispered hoarsely. "Please...just...fin...shit...finish...please."

No more words were needed. The warm wetness returned to him and after a few more strokes with her tongue and two more hard sucks, Harry exploded into her mouth. The glorious pain reverberated through every cell in his body and he jerked with spasms. His hands balled into fists beneath his head and his mouth closed tightly in a grimace as he tried desperately to conceal the vocalization of his rapture.

After what seemed like an eternity, his body began to relax as he felt the lethargic numbness of the after affects creeping over him. He felt like a pile of goo. All he wanted to do was drift off to sleep. He didn't even pay much mind to the fact that Hermione was still gently stroking him, and that she'd put his now-soft cock back into his trousers and zipped them up. "Thank you," he breathed softly.

He felt her hands give one of his legs a gentle squeeze then he heard "my pleasure." He smiled as he felt her presence moving away from him. He lifted his head and sat up straight, and looked around to see her. But she wasn't there. He carefully kicked his feet under the table but he felt nothing. She was gone. How the...oh bloody hell. My cloak. That means she must have been in my room. Oh, shit! Did she hear me last night? Did she...did she see me?

These horrific thoughts were pushed from his mind momentarily as Sandra approached the table, again looking at him oddly. As she sat down he grinned at her. "All right, Harry?"

"Yes, I'm fine," he said with relief, thankful that it was all over. I am going to kill her, I swear to Merlin. How could she do that to me? "I'm just not feeling very well." And the drowsy look on his face likely confirmed that fact.

"You do look a bit peaked," Sandra agreed. "Perhaps this movie thing has you working too hard."

He nodded. "Perhaps."

"Listen, about what I said...."

Harry held up a hand. "It's all right," he said calmly, "I'm not upset. And you're probably right. It wouldn't have worked. We're just not right for each other." What luck! I arranged this lunch to break up with her, and she beat me to it! Brilliant! Saved me the trouble…

Sandra nodded and looked down. "I have had a good time with you, don't get me wrong."

"Me, too."

She looked up at him and smiled. Looking at her watch, she gasped in surprise. "Oh, goodness. I'm late for an appointment. Here, let me get lunch...."

"Absolutely not," Harry said, refusing her money. "I've got it."

She smiled at him and then stood up. He stood with her, hoping to Merlin, or whatever higher power existed in the universe, that Hermione had cleaned and straightened him up properly. Sandra smiled coyly as she noticed a stain on his leg. "Looks like you spilled some soup," she said quietly. Harry felt his face flush. Now you really are going to get it, Mione. Thanks so much for humiliating me like this.

His anger was pushed to the back burner for the time being as Sandra stepped closer to him and put her hands on his shoulders. She leaned in for the last kiss they would ever share. "Take care of yourself."

He smiled. "You too. And good luck with your modeling. I hope it works out for you."

"Thanks. Good bye, Harry." She picked up her purse and turned her back to him, walking out of his life forever.

Once she was gone from view, Harry sat back down and picked up his napkin. He sat there silently staring off into space while the busboy came to clear away the remaining dishes. Then the waiter returned. "More coffee, sir?"

Harry shook his head and the waiter turned to leave. "Wait. You know what? Can you bring me a shot of whiskey, please?" The waiter jotted something down on his order pad. "You know what? Make it a double."

"Certainly, sir," the waiter said. "I will be right back with it."

Harry had balled up the napkin then threw it across the table. "Damn you, Hermione," he whispered tightly. "Why? What are you trying to prove? Was it so necessary for you to do this to me? Do you enjoy torturing me? Embarrassing me?"

"Sir?" The waiter had returned to the table with Harry's drink. How long has he been standing there? Harry wondered. He probably thinks I'm a nutter, talking to myself like this.

"Thanks," Harry said, emptying the glass in one gulp. The waiter stood by patiently, obviously having seen this type of behavior before. "Can I just have the check, please?"

"Certainly," the waiter replied, going through his book and pulling the correct receipt out. "I'll take this whenever you're ready, sir. Thank you for coming."

Harry had to stop himself from laughing out loud. Yeah, thanks! Great service you have here! Invisible girls that go crawling under tables and giving the patrons blow jobs. I'll have to recommend this place to all my mates! They'll love it! Instead he just replied, "thank you."

Merlin, how do I face her now after this? There's no way I can possibly look at her again. I'm such a bloody coward. He slowly got up and pulled out his billfold. He threw a couple large bills on the table to cover the lunch tab and tip and walked from the restaurant.

The minute he stepped outside into the fresh air, he felt even drowsier. He had to get some rest. His world had completely been turned upside down all in the space of four days. Between the stress of the movie shoot, the craziness of what he and Hermione had done, Ron's bachelor party tomorrow night, and then the wedding Saturday afternoon, he was going to go mad if he didn't get some sleep. Because sure as the world he wouldn't be getting any sleep this weekend.

Stepping into the street to cross it, he nearly got run down by a fast-approaching car. The driver honked his horn loudly as he passed. Startled, Harry jumped back to the curb and stood there. Imagine that, he thought bitterly, the bloody Boy Who Lived defeats the Dark Lord and becomes a hero, but gets killed by a Muggle vehicle. How funny would that be?

Yeah, I'm working on that. Harry answered himself silently as he crossed the street quickly, and headed back in the direction of his hotel. Once in the elevator, he put his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. Ah, yes. An elevator. Such fond memories I have of elevators now.

He jerked himself out of his reverie when the elevator doors opened. He walked down the hall to his room, opened the door, slammed it shut behind him, and fell onto the bed, quickly falling into a deep, restful sleep. And it was then that the dreams came...hard and fast, Hermione whimpering beneath him, his eyes rolling in the back of his head, his cock sheathed in her tight wetness, her soft lips on his, his mouth full of her voluptuous breasts, her nipples hard against his tongue....

RING RING RING

Harry almost felt physical pain as the dream slipped away from him.

RING RING RING

As consciousness came back to him, Harry opened his eyes and looked around through the now-askew glasses that rested on the end of his nose. "The bloody phone...." He reached over and picked it up. "Hello?"

"Harry?"

"Hi, Ron," he said, groggily.

"Hey, just checking to see how it was going, you know with the movie shoot and all. And, to make sure you're still coming tomorrow night. Have to have my best man there."

"Of course I'll be there," Harry said, checking his watch for the time. It's 8:30? Have I really been sleeping since 2:00? "I wouldn't miss it," he told Ron.

"Cool! How's the movie coming along?"

You wouldn't believe me if I told you. "It's fine. Sort of wish I hadn't done it, but you know. Can't back out now."

"Not fun?"

Harry grinned. Oh, it's fun all right. No one told me I'd get to shag my co-star! "Yeah, it's fun. Just not what I thought it would be I guess."

"Bummer. Hey, you've seen Hermione right?" Yeah, all of her in fact. "She hasn't answered any of Ginny's messages and she's starting to panic."

"She's been busy," Harry managed. Bloody hell, she's been busy. Ron, did you know that our best friend gives amazing blow jobs? Makes me wonder where she learnt it...maybe I don't want to know. "But I'm sure she hasn't forgotten anything. It'll be fine."

"I know. Luna is just beside herself with worry that nothing will go right."

"A bride's prerogative, I guess," Harry mused.

"Yeah. Hey, listen, speaking of brides, mine has just arrived so I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow night! Can't wait!!"

"See ya," Harry said, then hung up the receiver. He sighed heavily then sat up. His room was pitch black. He managed to find the light switch without bumping into anything and he squinted his eyes from the brightness. "Shower," he said, and then stopped. He scanned the room then thought how silly he was being. But I'm not. If she's here.... "Accio cloak," he said out loud. Nothing came to him. He let out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding and grinned. He shook his head at his own foolishness and smiled. "Thank Merlin we've got the day off tomorrow," he mumbled, "I really need to get it together before the bachelor party tomorrow night." Satisfied that he was really alone, he went into the bathroom to shower, locking the door behind him.