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2 years later….

It's not as if I lacked motivation when it came to the subject of love, I really felt like it was time that I had some sort of romantic relationship in my life. The problem is I don't really know what I'm looking for and I don't necessarily think that anyone can count that against me. How do I know when it feels right to start dating again? Hell, it has been six months since Julie left me for that twat Brad "from the office"; I should be over it by now. But I couldn't help but be angry at the thought of her shagging someone else and the fact that saying "he was from the office" would just make it all right. All I know is I need to get back into the dating game as quickly as possible before the Daily Profit starts headlining: HARRY POTTER-COMING OUT OF THE BROOM CLOSET!

Unfortunately my problem still remains, who should I date? I'm getting rather tired of the usual picking up a girl in a bar for a quick shag routine and it just aggravates me that I don't exactly know what I'm looking for. Actually, sorry for that, I do know what I'm looking for, someone who is utterly and completely the opposite of Julie.

With all this thinking I've been doing lately I should really make a list. Luckily for me, there was a paper and pen on the kitchen counter just waiting at my beck and call. I paused for a minute and thought clearly about what the hell I was going to write down on this sodding piece of paper. Then, suddenly, like in one of those cartoons where a light bulb just magically appears over your head, I knew exactly what I was going to write down.

WHAT I LOOK FOR IN A GIRL (I know, can I be any more bloody pathetic?)

  1. She has to love me for me, and not my title and fame.

  2. She must absolutely have a sense of adventure and must be able to laugh at herself…sense of humor is key.

  3. If I were to pursue any kind of future with a girl, she would absolutely have to be approved by Hermione.

I realize that number three is rather unusual, but I trust Hermione's judgment more than I trust anyone's. She is, without a fault, the person who knows me the best in the world. For over a decade she has been my best friend, my companion, she has fought with me the worst battles and has seen me at my worst. She knows me inside out and can read me like a book, and god knows she can read books. Hermione knows when I'm happy or sad or when I'm hiding something. She knows when I'm feeling playful or I just want to be left alone. When she looks at me I feel as if she really understands me and without speaking to one another, we comprehend how each other is feeling.

Just as I was contemplating my relationship with Hermione, I heard shuffling upstairs. Ron was up and from the vibrations of the walls last night, I knew he wasn't alone. I smirked at the thought of Ron shagging anyone really, it's not as if it was a hard concept to grasp but the shagging he had been doing lately was different to all the other times. Let me explain better because I don't think I'm making much sense myself. Well, for the first time in…ever, really, Ron had been shagging the same woman. Yes, the rumor was true; Ron Weasley had gotten himself into a serious relationship.

Camilla Peters was an extremely successful model in the wizarding world and the fact that she would choose Ron over all the other male models is beyond me. I mean Ron is an extremely handsome bloke, but he's not that sort of "poster-boy" handsome. He has fiery red hair that is cut short but is rather wild on top of his head and a million dollar grin. Camilla always remarks on his "piercing blue eyes" and I really choke myself not to laugh so hard. But all in all, they made quite a cute couple. I mean, it's not as if I didn't have my reservations about Camilla, Hermione and I both did. But at the moment, she made Ron happy and she has done nothing to make us think ill of her.

"Hey mate" Ron said as he walked down the stairs, groggily scratching the hair on top of his head. I noticed that I still had the piece of paper on the counter and quickly hid it in my jeans pocket. "Good Morning Ron, good night I presume?" I grinned at my statement; Ron was always one to have good nights.

"You heard… I don't need to fill you in on the details." Ron winked at me and I couldn't help but laugh. Ron really wasn't one to keep his life private from anyone. He was an open book, he couldn't help it. Everything he did and everyone he did wasn't any secret in the wizarding world.

"Harry, mate, I'm inviting you all to dinner at the restaurant tonight. Hermione says she has some sort of surprise for us, I don't know I wasn't really paying attention, s'all I know is that you have to show up tonight at 8:00 pm."

I wondered what the surprise was. Was it a new boyfriend? No, she would never keep a boyfriend a secret from us. Whatever it was, I was sure as hell excited to find out. Ron inherited a restaurant from one of his great-uncle's last year and it was quickly growing to being one of the best in the wizarding world. "Weasley's" had excellent homey foods and a good ambiance; everyone who ate there was treated like family.

"Sure I'll be there tonight. I'm just really anxious to know what Hermione's surprise is. You don't think I could go over there and tickle it out of her, do you?" Hermione's flat was neighbors to ours which helped maintain the trio's inseparableness.

"I don't think so Harry. I really do believe she would kick your ass and I say that with the utmost respect."

"What do you say with the utmost respect?" Camilla asked as she walked down the stairs, dressed for the day. Camilla was a real head turner; she always wore the tightest t-shirts and those very low-cut jeans.

"The fact that our little Hermione could kick Harry's ass," Ron answered placing a kiss on her head.

"Our little Hermione? Don't you mean Harry's little Hermione, because as far as your concerned you're all mine." Camilla kissed Ron quickly on the lips and then gave him one of her infamous winks before waltzing out of the door.

"Isn't she something?" Ron asked me before walking out of the kitchen towards the bathroom.

"Yeah…she really is something," I answered not really paying attention to Ron. Could Hermione really kick my ass? I mean, it's obvious that I'm physically stronger. I defeated Voldemort and fought recklessly for seven years of my life. But on the other hand, I really wouldn't mind Hermione kicking my ass. I know its wrong to say but the thought of it just makes me smile.

Hermione's my best friend and all and I know nothing will ever happen between her and me, but I still have wandering thought, hell! I'm still a self-respecting bloke…


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