Summery: This story is going to take place in five different chapters. Each chapter for a different song that has a theme (last chapter has two songs but one is more of a joke…you`ll see). Making appearances will be, The Corrs, N*SYNC, Gloria Estafen(sp?), Paul McCartney, Mandy Moore, and Marvin Gay. Harry and Hermione fall in love with each other, or realize their love for each other by singing what they feel and a series of events including heartbreak, comfort and humor of course.
Chapter 1-Breathless
Go on Go on
Leave me breathless
Come on
The daylight's fading slowly
But time with you is standing still
I'm waiting for you only
The slightest touch and I feel weak
I cannot lie
From you I cannot hide
And I'm losing the will to try
Can't hide it
Can't fight it
So go on, go on,
Come on leave me breathless
Tempt me, tease me,
Until I can't deny this loving feeling
Make me long for your kiss
Go on, go on, yeah
Come on
And if there's no tomorrow
And all we have is here and now
I'm happy just to have you and
You're all the love I need somehow
It's like a dream
Although I'm not asleep
And I never want to wake up
Don't lose it
Don't leave it
So go on, go on,
Come on leave me breathless
Tempt me, tease me,
Until I can't deny this loving feeling
Make me long for your kiss
Go on, go on, yeah
Come on
And I can't lie
From you I cannot hide
And I've lost my will to try
Can't hide it
Can't fight it
So go on, Go on,
Come on leave me breathless
Tempt me, tease me,
Until I can't deny this lovin' feeling
Make me long for your kiss
Go on, go on, come on leave me breathless
Go on, go on, come on leave me breathless
Go on, go on, come on leave me breathless
Go on, go on
"Yup it is safe to say that Hermione's relationship with Zack is going good," Harry told Ron who was sitting in front of him on the other side of the booth. They were both watching Hermione as she sang `Breathless' on the karaoke machine. It was karaoke night at the bar and the three of them always enjoyed going down to the bar and singing their favorite song. Their choices usually reflected the mood they were in.
"No no no, remember it's Zachary. His name is not Zack," Ron mimicked Hermione. Neither were big fans of Zachary. Zachary was an arrogant git that thought he was all that and a bag of potato chips.
"Excuse me. How dare I insult the great Zachary." Harry mockingly starting bowing down at a salt shaker. "I am not worthy of you, the great Zachary."
At this point, both of them were quite sloshed by the handful of drinks from the bar. Ron snorted into his drink. However, Hermione was not amused.
"If you don't like him just say so." Hermione had her hands on her hips and was not happy.
Harry looked up at Hermione with his big green eyes and stated quite truthfully, "I don't like him."
"Well, you didn't need to go saying that."
Harry was surprised and quite confused. He looked from Hermione to Ron not knowing what to do. "But, I thought….you said…I don't…," Harry groaned and threw down his head on the table.
Ron just patted Harry on his back. "Give it up mate, just give it up."
"I am not even going to sit down with you when you guys are smashed like this. Come on I am going to take you guys home where you can embarrass yourself in the privacy of your own home."
"Well, you can't turn down on offer like that." Ron stumbled out of his chair and put out a hand for Harry.
The three of them went back to the flat they shared and went their separate ways to their own room. For Ron and Harry that meant going back to their room and passing out on their bed. Hermione, however, sat and wrote a love letter to Zachary and then fell peacefully into sleep.
Now would be time for me to explain some things. The details of this story are not important, but the actions are what make this story truly memorable. Although I will give you some details about their life after Hogwarts. The trio had stayed together all these years. Right now they are all around 26 and enjoying their life.
Harry had become a professional quidditch player for an England team. Although he had beautiful women flocking around him at all times, he had never really had a girlfriend and had no real future love interests. Mostly, he was a shy person who did not socialize much outside of Ron and Hermione. Harry was around six feet and as scrawny as ever, but with a little muscle. He cut his hair shorter so the unruliness of it all just looked like it was his hair style.
Ron was the same as always. He got himself a nice secure, desk job at the Ministry of Magic and had been dating a respectable girl. His life was falling into place. He still had his trademark red hair and didn't surprise anybody when he outgrew Harry and reached a solid 6 foot 2. He always had a joke to tell everybody and could liven up any gathering by just being there.
Hermione was now a writer who was struggling to get her work to be heard. She didn't like to think of herself as a struggling artist though. Hermione had rarely dated at all during the years until Zachary came along speaking sweet nothings into her ear. He was a sweet talker that was somewhat arrogant, as he had never worked a hard day's work in his life. He just lived off the money of his fathers company. Hermione looked plain with her curly brown hair and pale complexion, making it surprising that she was with Zachary.
With some arrangements, the three of them moved into a flat together that had three rooms. Ron's and Harry's room were adjoining and then on the other side of the apartment was Hermione's room. They shared a kitchen and living room that were neutrally decorated so everybody could enjoy it. All in all, the place was modest, yet tasteful. The three were happy there.
The morning was bright and cheerful, which Hermione took as a good omen for the day that would come. Finally with herself wide awake she remembered what day it was. It was the day that Hermione was going to surprise Zachary at his house and take him out to a really romantic dinner of picnic in the park. Zachary would be gone sometimes for a days at a time while being the cover face for his fathers company. He would travel the world as the pretty face in front of the company. He was arriving back today from India and she wanted to surprise him with a night to themselves.
Thinking about the plans for tonight reminded her that she needed to start getting ready. Her list of things to do was probably close to a mile long. On the list was things like, buying the food, preparing the food, setting up the location in the park, and of course getting ready herself. Only eight hours to go, she had so much to do. It was 10 a.m. and she wanted to be at his place by six. She really needed to get a jump start on things, and that meant waking up Harry.
Hermione silently sneaked into Harry's room as not to wake Ron who had somehow went from being sleeping in his bedroom to being passed out on the kitchen floor with a piece of half eaten chicken in his hand. He often did this when he was half drunk, half asleep, and had a major set of midnight munchies. Finding food, he would maybe eat a few bites before he was out cold from either the alcohol or the exhaustion, no one knew which it was.
With the door closed behind her, Hermione opened Harry's curtains letting in the bright sunshine and speaking quite cheerfully and loudly, "Wake up sleepy head. Time to get a start on the day!"
Harry rolled over onto his stomach, shoving his face into his pillow. Hermione could barely distinguish the muffled groans of Harry. "I am sorry Harry, I can't quite make out what you are saying. You are going to have to speak more clearly," Hermione told Harry.
Harry rolled over onto his back again and glared at Hermione through half open eyes that were being shielded by his hand from the brilliant sun light streaming in through the window. His voice was low but menacing, "Do you have a death wish or do you just find joy in waking me up at this ungodly hour of…" he turned his head and squinted at the clock finally making out the numbers, "…of 10 in the morning."
"And this is an ungodly hour?" Hermione asked incredulous.
"When you are hung over, yes it is, and would you mind turning your voice down a few notches, my head is killing me."
Hermione continued on her loud voice, "It is not my fault that you decided to get absolutely smashed last night."
Harry turned and took a pencil from the nightstand by his bed and raised it up. He actually looked a tad bit menacing, putting aside the fact that his weapon in hand was a pencil. His hair was disheveled and he had a gleam in his eyes as if something just clicked. "Don't think I couldn't do some serious damage with this here pencil if you continue with your level of voice, and to reply to your comment, when I was getting smashed, as you like to put it, last night I wasn't thinking that I would be woken up by you at 10 in the morning."
"Well you should have known that I would be waking you up. I believe it was you who accepted my offer to help me out with the plans for my surprise date with Zachary tonight."
Harry racked his brain, navigating his way through the mash of memories from last night. It all seemed blurred together, but as if on command, one incident stuck out in his head where he did in fact agree to help Hermione plan her date. The realization came across his face and Hermione had quite a smug look on her face as she saw that he remembered what he had done. "That's not bloody fair. You took advantage of me. As you put it, I was totally smashed. I had no idea as to what I was saying. You could have told me to go make out with Snape and I probably would have done it. You can not possibly hold onto the word of a drunk person."
Hermione smiled. "I think I can and will. You have 15 minutes to get ready and you better take a shower. You reek of booze."
Harry just fell back and groaned loudly. What had he gotten himself into? Of course he couldn't say no to Hermione because he had given her his word and that meant something. It doesn't matter that he was incapacitated at the time. He had given her his bloody word. Damn his honor.
After much thinking and concentrating, he managed to roll himself over onto the floor. `Well,' Harry thought to himself, `I am one step closer to the bathroom.' He stared at the bathroom door. Each of them had a bathroom that was adjoined to their own bedroom. Harry couldn't push himself off the floor no matter how many different ways he tried. His arms and legs felt like jelly that were unable to support his weight. So, Harry did the only thing he could do, roll himself into the bathroom. After maneuvering himself into the bathroom, he rolled himself over the ledge and into the bathtub, with his boxers still on. With a shaky hand, he turned the cold water to full blast. Finally, he felt the blood start pumping through his brain as he started to wake up.
Approximately 20 minutes later he appeared out of his bedroom showered and dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt. He looked a little more alive than earlier, but any person could see in his eyes the discomfort he was feeling.
Hermione stood up from where she had been sitting at the counter drinking a cup of tea. One look at Harry's eyes she recognized the misery of being woken up and pulled out of his warm, comfortable bed. She couldn't help but pity him. I mean who couldn't? "I have half the mind to leave you the way you are and teach you a valuable lesson about drinking too much." Hermione had a stern look upon her face and with one hand on her hips. She was wearing a pair of jeans as well, with a red t-shirt. Her hair was pulled behind her head and held up by a clip.
Harry made his eyes grow a few sizes and puffed out his lips in a frown. "I will grovel at your feet if you want." Harry then got down onto his knees and crawled to Hermione. He began hugging her legs tightly. "Please oh please Hermione. I am unworthy of your brilliance and intelligence. You are above all other beings and can not be surpassed by beauty by any other. You are a goddess among such worthless mortals. You are a being that need not be among such ruthless creatures. We only defile your surroundings."
Hermione could no longer hold her stern look upon her face. The complete and utter fool Harry was making himself out to be for some quick spell that would relieve him of all of his pain and torment. "I want you to know that I am not doing this because of your natural charm. I am doing this because I am afraid of what you would do to yourself in attempting the charm on yourself." Hermione then pulled out her wand and spoke the quick charm that released Harry of his hang over. Once it could be seen that Harry was cured she motioned him along. "Come along Harry. First we must go shopping for food."
Harry felt like a puppy dog that must come to his master and just like a dog he followed obediently without showing any complaint. He had no idea where he was going or precisely what he would be doing today, but now that he was feeling better, he would enjoy a day with Hermione.
Hermione, being the Muggle born that she was, had early on gotten her drivers license and car. Neither Harry or Ron could see much point in this because how could any means of travel be more fun than flying on a broom or just plain apparating. But, in occasions like these Harry did enjoy traveling in her little Honda car because it made them seem a little more normal which was fun to do sometimes.
The first stop Harry found out was a food market. Not just any market, but a health foods market, any males nightmare. "Why are we here?" Harry whined. He didn't even like to contemplate the nutritious foods that were within the building. Just thinking about the healthy food made him nauseous. As he liked to think, `eat healthy, exercise, and die anyways.'
"Because, this meal you are going to help me cook is going to be nutritious and delicious. Not some frozen meal I popped into the microwave and nuked for five minutes," Hermione told him as she looked back at Harry when she entered the store.
"But why? Who wants to eat healthy?" Harry asked desperately, but he wasn't heard as Hermione had already entered the market. "Damn nutritionist," He muttered to himself. Harry had no other choice, but to follow Hermione into the fiery depths of Hell itself.
Harry found Hermione with a cart by :gasp: the fruit and vegetable aisle area checking oranges. When Hermione glanced at Harry who was approaching her, she saw that he was eyeing everything with caution as if it could have some rare disease. His hands were safely in front of him as to not risk any contact with his surroundings.
Hermione laughed to herself. She picked up an apple and tossed it to Harry. Because of his great reflexes he caught it without hesitation. "This, Harry, is what I like to call an apple. You should try one sometime. It is actually healthy for you and not manufactured from products you can not even pronounce."
Harry looked at it in disgust. "Yes, yes, I know it is healthy." He gently tossed it back into the basket in which it came from.
"You are acting so silly and childish." Hermione shook her head as she went back to examining oranges and putting a few in her basket. "How you have continued to play quidditch is a wonder to me."
"Well, that is my naturally high metabolism that allows me to eat as much food as I want and not gain a pound." Harry smiled proudly as if this was some high accomplishment.
"Don't expect that metabolism to save you forever. It will all catch up with you in due time. It's like karma." Hermione did not take her eyes from her work of testing and picking out ripe apples from the basket before moving out of the produce section of the store.
Her words resonated in his head, that it would all catch up with him in the end. How? He was smart enough to know that you never brush off something Hermione tells you. It is, more often than not, true. All of a sudden he grew alarmed. He ran to catch up with Hermione. With a child like expression face he asked, "So that jar of mayonnaise I ate, will it really catch up with me?"
Hermione could only stare at Harry. "A whole jar of mayonnaise?"
Harry didn't see what the big deal was. "Yes…There was nothing else in the fridge and I was hungry. What do you expect me to do? Starve? I am growing boy."
Hermione was disgusted. "You are 26 years old. You sound like Ron."
Harry was shocked. "I take that as an insult."
"But, its true."
Harry thinks about it and shrugs his shoulder. "Ehh, what are you going to do? So really will that catch up to me?"
"Yes, yes Harry that will catch up with you." Hermione shook her head in distaste and walked off towards the bakery.
Harry was rooted to the spot for a moment. "I guess there are going to me no more jars of mayonnaise in my future. Shame, it wasn't half bad." Harry shrugged his shoulders and went off to join Hermione.
The duo picked up pasta and then a fresh baguette. They then spent some time in the spice aisle in which Harry was bored to tears as Hermione read what seem to be hundreds of little jars of spices. To Harry's relief they were finally done. All he wanted to do was get out of that store.
With a few bags of groceries in hand they exited the shop and headed towards the car to drop off the bags. They then continued to walk around the neighborhood. They were now in a back section of London in which there were many tiny shops crammed together tightly. These were the places to get the best deals on quality items. Not to mention you could find the most fascinating objects within the large variety of shops.
"May I ask, Hermione, what pray tell are we looking for?" Harry finally asked after ducking in and out of the fifth shop.
"We are looking for a shop that would have a good blanket, a picnic basket, and candles."
"You have really thought this out."
"Yes I have," Hermione responded with little emotion for she was fascinated by a shop window that displayed a variety of baskets.
Harry was going to question her more, but he saw that he no longer had her attention. She was lost to the baskets.
Hermione took Harry's hand and drug himself inside. "This is the shop. I see the basket that I want. Come on."
It took a while, but they finally came out of the shop with a basket in Hermione's hand, a bag of candles in Hermione's other hand, and a blanket being carried by Harry.
Hermione was ecstatic to say the least. "I can't believe I found everything I needed in that one little shop. And what reasonable prices. You couldn't beat them. I am so happy I finally have these items. So, now we are done shopping and we can go back to the flat to cook the meal."
"Do you already have what you are going to wear for the evening?"
"Of course I do silly. I had that planned out days and days ago."
Harry was surprised every moment by how much thought and details she put into this night. It must be really special for her. He didn't know why, but he wasn't so happy about this evening happening. Somewhere in his gut, he thought that all the plans for the evening were not good, but he had no proof and it was just a feeling. Nothing more.
After arriving back at the flat, the two of them unpacked the groceries and prepared for cooking the meal. That meant pulling out pots and pans, measuring utensils, knives, and cutting boards…the whole nine yards.
They both washed their hands and stood next to each other looking at the recipe books that Hermione had laid out.
Harry spoke first, "So what are we going to do first?"
Hermione looked a little overwhelmed by all of the food she had to make sure was ready, but she took a deep breath and thought logically. "The fruit salad will be first, since that can chill in the refrigerator."
"Ok then, what do you want me to do first?"
Hermione glanced over the list of ingredients and amounts of each fruit. "Why don't you begin by chopping up the apples into little squares and I will slice up the bananas. You do know how to chop fruit right?"
"Of course I do," Harry reassured Hermione.
So both of them started chopping the fruit up, neither talking much. They were both in comfortable silence when Harry broke it.
"Hermione, why are doing this for Zachary."
Hermione thought about it for a moment. "Because, I love him."
Deep down somewhere in him, he felt a cold stab that was sudden and brief when he heard her say those words. The stab may have been brief, but he could still feel the aftermath. What was that and why did he feel it when Hermione said that she loved Zachary? Harry quickly recomposed himself and gulped, trying to dislodge the lump in his throat. "Are you sure it love?"
Hermione did not answer right away once again. "I think so."
Harry was a little confused. "You think so? I mean it seems like it is something you just either know or you don't know. And why the pause? You had to think about it."
Hermione chose her words carefully. "Love is a big thing and I don't want to be throwing out false words. Also, I don't know if love is just something you know. It is an untouchable entity that can not be perfectly defined. But, if nothing else, I really have some deep feelings for this guy."
"I just want to be sure that you know what you are doing. It seems that you want this evening to be very special," Harry explained his actions.
"Well, I have been getting the feeling that Zachary feels the same way about me. I was hoping that if tonight is romantic enough that he will tell me that he loves me," Hermione confided truthfully into Harry. "I know it is kind of silly."
"No, no it is not silly. If it means that much to you then it means that much to me that this evening is special for both of you," Harry responded to Hermione and he meant it. He may not like it but he has always wanted nothing but happiness for Hermione. If Zachary made Hermione happy then she would have the most romantic evening imaginable for the both of them.
Hermione was so grateful for Harry being so supportive. She turned to Harry and gazed into his eyes to let him know that she was really appreciative. "I am really touched by that Harry. It means the world to me that you support me. Thank you."
"Your welcome," Harry responded quietly gazing back into her eyes, just wanting to get lost in their sparkling depths.
They turned back to the task at hand and resumed with the dicing up of the fruit. After some time, they finished with the fruit salad and proceeded to the pasta. Hermione looked back at the recipe for reference and nodded her head as if it was all crystal clear now.
"So, what are we doing next Hermione?" Harry asked curious as to what his next job would be.
"Well, we are going to make the pasta. So, can you please grab the large pot and fill it up with water?" Hermione answered without taking her eyes away from the book.
Harry did what he was told without saying a word. He followed her orders and after waiting for some time, the pasta was ready to drain. He took the pan of noodles and poured them into a strainer in the kitchen sink and then brought the noodles to pour back into the pan. Hermione stood next to the burner, ready with instructions to as to what to do next. Pouring the pasta back into the pan, Harry saw that one of the noodles landed on his hand. Because of it still being hot he quickly flinched his hand which sent the noodle flying until it landed smack dab in the middle of Hermione's face.
Hermione just stared ahead, unsure as to what had just happened. Finally she turned to Harry who was trying to keep his laughter in check, but was failing miserably. "You just threw that at my face?"
Harry could barely talk past his giggles, "No, the noodle fell on my hand and it was hot so I flinged it off my hand and it just happened to land on your face. Pure coincidence."
"I can't believe you. You are so immature," Hermione exclaimed while dipping her hand into the pan full of pasta. She quickly took out a really long stringy noodle and tossed it at Harry. The noodle landed on his forehead and hung from his hair. Hermione instantly started laughing. "Now, that's funny."
Harry had a deer in the headlights expression on his face. "Oh, so I am immature? We'll just see about that." He took out a small handful of noodles and tossed it at Hermione. Thus began the epic pasta war.
It is unsure over which side won. Both had smiles plastered on their face during the food fight. Finally when, they came to the bottom of the pan, both of them collapsed, side by side, and sat down against the counter.
Harry looked around him taking in his surroundings. Noodles were on the ceiling, floor, furniture, tables, and TV. He appraised himself and then Hermione and they were both just completely covered in noodles from head to foot.
He felt his heart skip a beat as he looked at Hermione. Her eyes glistened from the excitement and he saw the rare smile she only showed when she was completely happy. She looked so blissful and it made Harry want to freeze that moment in time and keep her like this. She turned her head and he moved his head back to looking around the room.
Harry spoke first. "So…" Harry paused glancing around the room once again. "I'm just guessing that pasta is off the menu."
Hermione glanced around the room and couldn't help but laugh at the pure childish behavior they were displaying. She recomposed her face and replied to what Harry had said, "Yup, I think it would be safe to say that." Her straight face did not hold up and immediately she was back to giggling hysterically.
After many minutes laughing, both finally composed themselves enough to stand up and start cleaning up. Hermione spoke a simple cleaning charm that took all the noodles and disposed of them in the trash can. The area around them was put back into order and all was well again.
"So do you think we can finish preparing this dinner without any other incidents?" Hermione asked Harry suspiciously.
Harry looked innocently right back at Hermione. "You speak as if I started this whole thing. It was a total accident in which you decided to throw noodles back."
Hermione rolled her eyes in response. "I take that as a yes."
Harry nodded his head in agreement and so they started preparing the rest of the dinner in harmony. Both, chatted innocently, reminiscing about the past years, and planning out there future years. Before they knew it the dinner was all ready and packed in a small basket.
Hermione glanced at her watch and was surprised to see the time. "It is already 4:15! I have to start getting ready. Harry can you please set up the area in the park? You know where it is. It is the place right by the bridge over the creek. You know what to set up."
Harry was unsure over whether or not he could do this to the satisfaction of Hermione. "Are you sure about this?"
"Completely, just try to make it all look…romantic." Before Harry put in his word, she had disappeared into her bedroom to get ready.
Picking up the basket and his wand he walked outside the apartment where he apparated to a safe spot in the park. Luckily no one was around to see him performing magic to get the area ready.
Harry could only stare at the blanket with dishware, napkins, candles and various other decorations to make the atmosphere romantic. He had no idea what he was doing and just hoped to God that he wouldn't screw up Hermione's evening with Zachary.
Finally, he worked up the nerve to start setting up the area. The whole time he was mumbling to himself, "Just think romantic. Romantic. Sweet nothings in the ear. Cloudless nights under the stars." He tried taking that inspiration and putting in his work.
When finished, that corner of the park was a romantic sight. The ground was laden with the thick brown blanket. On it was the dinnerware arranged into two spots. Candles were lit all around the blanket in various locations, illuminating the surroundings. Harry then added little lights to the bushes giving the impression that the person was surrounded by the stars. Adding to that, one could hear the quiet trickling of the stream nearby.
Taking one last look at his work, Harry turned around and apparated back to the apartment. He walked in and saw no sign of Hermione. "Hermione, are you ready yet?" He yelled in the apartment. Harry glanced at his watch and saw that it was 5:45. She had better be close to getting ready he thought to himself.
"I'll be out in just a second," Hermione replied from her bedroom.
After waiting a few minutes, Hermione's bedroom door opened and she stepped out. Harry, felt his heartbeat start to quicken and his mouth dry up. He found it a problem to form words and to speak them.
After concentrating greatly he was able to speak up, "You look simply stunning."
Hermione stood in front of him wearing a bold red dress. It came almost to the ankles. The dress was shaped to fit Hermione's body perfectly. The red of the dress contrasted with her fair complexion which only added to her loveliness. Her make up was very simple and elegant, only accentuating her already beautiful face. Her hair was pulled to the back of her head and pinned up in many different places, allowing loose tendrils to escape that framed her face.
Harry decided to reiterate what he said, "Hermione you look marvelous."
Hermione blushed at his enthusiasm. "Thank you," She spoke softly.
Neither knew exactly what to say, but Hermione saw the time and she gathered her purse and glanced at her reflection one last time.
Before she left, she turned around and gave Harry a big hug. "Thank you so much for your help. I couldn't have done it without you."
"Your welcome," Harry said softly into her ear. He didn't want to let go, because she felt so good in his arms. But, sooner than he would have liked she pulled away and opened the door.
Turning around one last time Hermione spoke, "Wish me luck."
"Good luck," Harry smiled as she turned and closed the door.
He took a deep breath, but he could not expel the nausiousness he was feeling. For some reason, he did not like the idea of Hermione going off with Zachary and it made him ill just thinking about it. He had no idea what it was he was feeling, but he knew it would show itself soon enough.
Meanwhile with Hermione, she was now standing in front of the door to Zachary's large flat. She took in a couple of deep breaths before tentatively knocking on the door. There was no answer, but she knew he would be home since that is what he had said.
Knocking one last time, she decided to just go in. The door was unlocked and opening it revealed his `bachelor pad' that was equipped with the latest in furniture and technology. Hermione did not enjoy his apartment very well because it was so cold with all the expensive items. She saw no sign of Zachary and decided to continue on to his bedroom.
When she opened the door to his bedroom, she was greeted with a unwelcome site. There was Zachary in his bed with two Indian women. One of the naked women was kissing Zachary at the moment Hermione came barging in on them.
When she first saw, she vowed she would not give Zachary the satisfaction of seeing her cry.
"Hermione?" Zachary was shocked, to say the least.
"Yeah that would be me, your girlfriend. How could you do this?" Hermione spoke dangerously calm.
"It just happened in a whirlwind thing. I didn't want to hurt you. This doesn't mean anything to me. I care about you Hermione," Zachary lied to her and she knew it.
"Whatever. I can't believe I ever wasted my time on you." Hermione simply turned around and as she was walking out of the apartment she uttered a curse over her shoulder that caused the trio in bed to break out into boils.
Only when she was outside the apartment did she let the tears fall freely.
A/N If you want to see the dress I picked out for Hermione it is at this site… http://www.nydressco.com/detail.php?from=82&id=295 Lets see…
what else. Ah yes there will be more romance in the next chapter. And that song if you didn't know already was The Corrs `breathless' Also please review. It really makes my day and read my other stories. Once again this story is already written, I am just reposting it here.
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