The Grad Party

Disclaimer: If Harry Potter belonged to me, I would never work again and it doesn't so off to school and work I go! (JKR is awesome)

Chapter One.

Harry put the roller down and turned to stare at Hermione. With her face spattered with paint, she gracefully glided her paintbrush over the wall in her new bedroom. She took a step back to admire her work.

The trio were moving in together. With school just over and life in the real world ahead, they had all decided to live at Grimmauld Place. Harry loved the idea of the only people he had ever considered family living with him.

Hermione felt Harry's gaze on her and turned towards him.

“Levicorpus,” Harry said slyly.

Hermione was lifted off the ground and held upside down by one leg. Her soft brown curls dangling below her. “Har-RY!” she squealed, “PUT ME DOWN!”

“I'm going to see if Ron's done eating,” he smiled, “You hang around here.”

“Don't you dare leave,” Hermione threatened, pulling out her wand. The door slammed shut and Harry burst out laughing.

“Too bad you weren't wearing a skirt,” Harry joked.

“I'll get you for this,” she growled.

Harry didn't know what to expect. Hermione had used a non-verbal spell, with a swish and flick of her wand. He knew that gesture from somewhere but couldn't place it until it was too late; Wingardium Leviosa. A whole can of lavender paint rained down on his head.

Laughing he moved close to Hermione and shook his hair, spraying her with paint as well.

“Will you let me down now?” Hermione asked sweetly, a wide smile on her angelic face.

“You can do it yourself, you have your wand,” Harry teased.

“Catch me?” she asked in the same sweet voice.

“Maybe.”

Hermione muttered the counter-spell and tumbled into Harry's arms.

“You're my hero!” she said adoringly, throwing her arms about Harry's neck, then sang, very off key, “Did you ever know that you're my hero? You're everything I wish I could be…”

Harry laughed. Hermione would always sing that to him now. Harry had saved her life. The final battle had taken place just a few months previously. Harry had rescued Hermione twice from the wrong end of the killing curse and she would be forever in his debt, although Harry had told her many times that she would have done the same for him.

In the end, it had been Neville Longbottom who defeated the dark lord. Hermione, Harry and Ron had searched far and wide to find and destroy all the Horcruxes, so when the killing curse hit Voldemort, he was gone for good this time. Neville had paid Voldemort back for his parents and was now as well known and respected as Harry was. His grandmother was so proud.

It was also then that Severus Snape had shown his true colours. When the dark lord fell, all wands from the Death Eaters turned on Neville. Snape had stepped in front and was killed instantly. It had been his plan all along. He continued to work against the dark lord, even right under his nose, though no one knew it.

After that battle, the trio finally returned to the school, which they had left for so long in search of the pieces of Voldemort's soul.

Being friends with Hermione sure paid off at this time. Even though they had taken many books with them along their journey, they were still behind. It took a lot of cramming to feel at least a little confident in taking their NEWTs. They were expecting the results and details of the graduation ceremony to arrive any day now.

“I love you, Miss Granger,” Harry said, sincerely.

Hermione returned his smile, “Love you too, Mr. Potter.”

“Remember when I said that to you for the first time?” Harry laughed.

Hermione nodded, “I thought for sure Ron would do you in.”

They had been saying `I love you' to each other since the beginning of the mission to destroy Voldemort's souls. Harry had said it to her while her and Ron were sort of dating. He had heard it, which led to a huge argument. Harry tried to explain that it had been just a friendly love, and that he also loved Ron too. That had cracked a smile out of Ron.

Hermione and Ron hadn't lasted very long as a couple. They soon realized that they felt nothing more than an everlasting friendship towards each other. It didn't help that they bickered constantly and it was driving Harry to the brink of madness being caught in the middle of it all.

Hermione finally realized that they had a quest to fulfill and it didn't require constant fighting between the two of them. Things got more pleasant after they had broken up. Harry had felt much better too. The knot in his stomach over seeing his two best friends together went away.

“Well, shall we go see if Ron cleared out the refrigerator yet?” Harry asked, setting Hermione down on her own two feet.

“Sure,” she replied. Before following Harry out the door, she set the paintbrushes to continue themselves. The whole house was being repainted. Most of it was done by magic, but Harry and Hermione wanted to do their own rooms the muggle way. Ron was too lazy, spending most of his time in the kitchen while Hermione and Harry continued on.

“You done yet?” Ron asked, his mouth full, when they entered the kitchen.

“Yeah, it's painting itself now,” Hermione replied, “It would have gone faster if you had helped.”
“Now why would I want to do things the hard way when we've got magic we can use outside of school,” Ron said, then pointed at their clothes, “Looks like you guys were painted too.”

“Oh, sorry Harry,” Hermione pulled out her wand, “Scourgify.”

In seconds they were both wiped clean.

“This place is starting to look good, huh?” Ron commented.

“Sure is,” Harry agreed.

“Not that you deserve any credit,” Hermione smirked.

Ron rolled his eyes, “I'm just glad Mrs. Black is gone. Wouldn't have been any good if she were yelling at us every time we made a noise. How'd they get her off?”

Harry laughed, “Well, she threw herself off the wall, shrieking madly when the house came into my hands.”

Hermione and Ron joined in the laughing.

“Oh, our marks are coming in today,” Ron, mentioned casually, knowing it would set Hermione off.

She nearly choked on the bite of apple she had just taken.

She swallowed hard, “How do you know?”

“I have my sources,” Ron smiled slyly.

Hermione hopped up off her chair and moved towards the window. She bounced anxiously on her heels.

“Oh I know I failed everything,” she shrieked.

This time both of them rolled their eyes at her.

“We went through this with your OWLs, Hermione,” Harry said, “And look how that went.”

Hermione's mouth dropped open, “I got an E! Oh, what if I get all E's this time! We didn't have enough time to study. I mean, I know I did okay in Ancient Runes, I may have missed a translation or two. In Potions, mine turned out too thick…”

Harry tuned her out. It was no sense listening to nonsense. Harry felt he did all right considering they had been absent throughout the most of the year. They had been through plenty of hands on learning.

After eating, Harry and Ron tried desperately to convince Hermione to do something other than pace in front of the window, but she wouldn't budge.

As the day drew on, the boys decided to play a few games of wizard's chess in the kitchen.

“Harry, watch your king,” Hermione sighed, finally stepping away from the window.

“Hermione!” Ron snapped.

“Sorry, but he's not very good Ron,” Hermione laughed, “Give him a break.”

“Oh and you think you're better?” Harry challenged.

“Yes.”

“Fine, I give up. You play,” Harry smirked. His white king clasped his neck and fell over, while the rest of the white pieces protested in tiny little incoherent voices at him.

Hermione took his seat and set up the white pieces again. She and Ron had a good run at it, but Ron had won in the end.

“Well, she put up a harder fight than you Harry,” Ron laughed.

“Great! How do you feel, Hermione?”

“Good,” Hermione said suspiciously, “Why?”

“'Cause here comes a few owls right for the house,” Harry gestured towards the window.

Hermione shrieked and stood up quickly, opening the window to let the owls in.

She tore the letter that belonged to her off the unsuspecting owls leg. It hooted scandalized and set off out the window immediately. The other two owls looked disheartened and cowered away as the boys drew near.

“It's okay, I'm not crazy like she is,” Ron spoke gently to it so that it came forward again and held out it's leg. Harry did the same and they pulled their letters off as gently as possible. Those owls left hastily after the other one.

Hermione was already fully immersed in her grades when Harry and Ron finally pulled theirs out.

Dear Mr. Potter,

I am pleased to inform you that the date of your graduation ceremony has been set to July 16^th and that you have been selected as the class elected speaker. Your speech will take place after the diplomas have been handed out and before the valedictorian speech. You will introduce none other than Miss Hermione Granger as our valedictorian.

Congratulations to you on all of your hard work throughout the years.

Professor M. McGonagall

Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Before he looked at his marks he plucked Hermione off her feet and spun her around in a bear hug.

“Congratulations, Miss Valedictorian!” he said excitedly.

“How did you know?” Hermione beamed as she was placed back on her feet.

“Look,” Harry replied, handing her his letter.

“Wow, that's wonderful Harry! Class elected speaker!” Hermione said when she had finished. Ron plucked the letter away from Hermione and read it through also.

“That's great Harry, and you Hermione,” Ron said, trying to sound enthusiastic, though the tips of his ears burned red. Both Harry and Hermione knew what that meant. Ron felt left out and a little jealous.

“How'd you do?” Harry asked, trying to make him feel better.

“Very well, I passed everything,” Ron said, handing his grades over, with what seemed like a fake smile on his face.

NEWT Results for Ronald Weasley

Charms E

Defense against the Dark Arts E

Herbology E

Transfiguration A

Potions A

“That's wonderful Ron!” Hermione encouraged, who had read the results over Harry's shoulder.

“Yeah, mate. Great job!” Harry added.

“How about you? What did you get?” Ron asked them.

Hermione blushed, “All Outstanding.”

“I got two O's and three E's” Harry said, finally looking at his own grades. He had received the O's in Defense Against the Dark Arts (obviously) and Potions (surprisingly). The half blood prince had rubbed off, even if it had turned out to be Snape.

“Wow, those are Auror grades Harry,” Ron said as the rest of his ears went red.

Harry smiled, “I'm sure yours will do fine Ron. You could be one too.”

Finally Ron frowned, “No, Acceptable isn't good enough I don't think.”

“I'm sure it'll be fine, Ron,” Hermione said comfortingly, “It's still a pass.”

“Yeah, well, I'm going to apparate to the Burrow and let mum know how we did. I'm sure she'll be happy,” Ron said, then left with a `pop'.

“Should we follow him?” Hermione said, a little worry in her voice.

“His mum will cheer him up, I'm sure,” Harry said, a little concerned. It was just like Ron, though, to get a little jealous. He'd get over it.

Hermione nodded, “He just needs time.”

“I know how to cheer him up,” Harry smiled, wickedly.

Hermione gave him a look, “Oh no, I know that face. What are you planning?”

“We have one week till graduation. We have to celebrate!” Harry explained, excited, “Dobby!”

Dobby appeared with a `pop' and bowed low.

“Yes, Harry Potter sir!” he squeaked.

“We have to decorate the house, we've got our results and we did very well Dobby. Would you mind giving us a hand? And I was thinking about a big party the night of graduation, could you make the meal. I'll pay you a little extra this week, how is that?”

“Dobby is not needing extra pay, sir,” he squeaked, “Dobby is just happy Master let Kreacher stay at Hogwarts so Dobby could help Master instead. One galleon a week is fine for Dobby.”

“So, it's alright?” Harry asked.

“Yes, Harry Potter sir, Dobby is happy to help!”

Dobby was about to leave when Harry stopped him, “Oh and no decorations with my face on them, please.”

Dobby blushed, “Yes, sir!”

A/N: Sorry guys, I'm a university student and I will try to get these chapters out ASAP, but I'm a little overwhelmed right now. I wrote this for the competition, lol, but it's been delayed till now. I'll try to get things going faster, I've already started the next chapter, so hopefully it will be done soon.

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A/N: I know it's been a long while since I've updated, but thanks for the patience! I've finally found time to write, of course now I've forgotten everything I had hoped to put. I had a whole perfect speech planned for Harry and now I've no idea where it went, but enjoy anyways!

Chapter Two.

The week before graduation seemed to fly by. When Ron returned from the burrow to find Hermione and Harry making invitations, he got excited immediately. The whole class was to be invited, well, all except the bad half of the Slytherins. None of the trio could find it in their hearts to include them, but who could blame them.

All the invitations were sent and decorating commenced. The day before graduation, Harry and Ron apparated into Hogsmeade to fetch a keg of Madam Rosmerta's mead, about ten bottles of Firewhisky and some butterbeer, for those who didn't wish to drink and apparate. Harry offered rooms to those who wished to stay.

Hermione took an hour out of each day to work on her speech. She tried to convince Harry that it wasn't as easy as he thought it would be, but he kept telling her he knew exactly what he would say.

Finally the day of graduation arrived. Hermione slipped into Harry's bedroom in the early morning to find him scribbling furiously at the small desk.

She was already dressed in the graduation robes that Hogwarts had sent days ago. Harry on the other hand, was still in his boxers.

“Told you to write it sooner,” Hermione blushed, trying to look away from his incredibly naked torso. In the few weeks at Grimmauld Place, she had never seen either of the boys like this.

Harry looked up, smiling, “I told you, I know exactly what I'm going to say. Just jotting down some notes.”

An awkward sort of silence followed, while Hermione tried to tear her eyes away, but couldn't.

“Uhhh…” Harry mumbled, and Hermione finally looked at his face, “You look beautiful `Mione.”

“Thanks Harry. Are you going to get chest? Umm…dressed?” Hermione corrected herself frantically, staring once again at his finely trim stomach and chiselled chest. Qudditch was a good thing.

“Yep, all finished,” Harry blushed, reaching for the nearest shirt. It wasn't exactly uncomfortable, he was used to people looking at him, but Hermione was his best friend.

Hermione finally tore her eyes away when Harry slipped his shirt over himself, “So…umm…” she stammered, trying to remember why she had come into the room in the first place.

Harry noticed the portkey in her hand. It was a beat up newspaper.

“Is that what we take to get into the school?” Harry asked, blushing slightly.

Hermione nodded, “Yep…p-past the apparating wards.”

Harry pulled his pants off the back of the chair and put them on.

Hermione, it seemed, finally came to her senses, “Oh gosh Harry, I'm so sorry. Here you are just trying to get dressed and I'm standing around in a daze. It must be all the excitement for later.”

“It's okay,” Harry smiled, “I'll see you downstairs.”

Hermione spun around quickly, and practically raced for the door.

Harry finally came downstairs after practicing a few lines of his speech to his reflection. He hadn't even bothered to flatten his wild hair, which wouldn't have worked anyways. He remembered that Hermione said it was what made him so charming.

“It's about time mate,” Ron said, “Let's get this over with so we can get drunk!”

“Oh Ron! This party isn't about getting drunk,” Hermione scolded, “This is about all of us graduating and leaving Hogwarts, getting out into the real world.”

“Please,” Ron said, holding up his hands, “You're depressing me. Hey Harry, ten knuts says Hermione won't drink at all tonight.”

Hermione made a face and opened her mouth to retort, but Harry cut in first, “I don't know Ron, I think she might. It is graduation day.”

“Well, thank you Harry,” she glared at Ron, “I'll take that bet.”

Ron snorted and Hermione held out the portkey which they all took hold of, “We'll see” he said as they all felt the familiar tug and were sent hurtling through the air.

They arrived at school moments later amidst a crowd of students in the Entrance Hall. The families of the graduates had a different portkey, which led them directly into the Great Hall where the ceremony was to commence in about an hour. Professor Sinistra was trying to get everyone in order for the proceedings.

Everyone around stopped what they were doing and looked at the golden trio who had just arrived. The trio had kept to themselves since school let out.

Seamus interrupted the silence, “Way to go on the party tonight guys, I can't wait!” Everyone around agreed.

They received many pats on the back as they moved to their places. All the invitations they sent RSVP'd immediately.

The trio separated so they could get in line in alphabetical order. The Patil twins were all over Harry as soon as he stepped in the line by them.

“Oh Harry,” Parvati gushed, “You look absolutely amazing.”

Padma agreed, “I can't wait for your party tonight. I heard you guys have an amazing house.”

“Yeah, it's pretty great,” Harry agreed, stepping out of reach of Parvati who looked like she was about to pounce on him.

“I've got a great dress for tonight, Harry,” Parvati said winking, “Perhaps you'll save a dance for me?”

“And me!” Padma added.

Harry sighed as the two argued over which would dance with him first. Harry blocked them out and tried to search for everyone he knew. He saw Neville a little further up the line and spotted Ron towards the back. Surprisingly, Ron was engaged in a conversation with a petite blonde who didn't even belong in their grade. Harry smiled as Luna began to laugh at whatever joke Ron had just told.

“Miss Lovegood,” Professor Sinistra shouted, “This hall is only for our graduates, how did you get in?”

Luna looked around and said nonchalantly “A small pomegranate nymph let me in. I told her that I was just passing through.”

Professor Sinistra looked at her disbelievingly and Ron burst into laughter, “Well, go back to your seat please,” she scowled.

Luna gave Ron a kiss on the cheek and wished him luck. Ron then caught Harry's eye and motioned for him to come over.

“I hope you don't mind, but I invited Luna to the party tonight,” Ron said, the tips of his ears turning red.

Harry smiled, “Of course not.” He had noticed Ron spending a large amount of time with Luna recently although they must not have seen each other since school ended. Either that or he was sneaking away.

Harry continued to stare, waiting for some sort of explanation but Ron carefully avoided his eye.

“Well…” Harry said finally.

“What?” Ron replied, his face flushed.

“Come on, I'm your best mate! What's going on with the two of you?” Harry exclaimed.

Ron smiled and whispered, “She fancies me.”

“And…”

“And what?”

“Do you fancy her?”

“I think so.”

Harry clapped him hard on the back, “Good job, she's sweet.”

“You don't think I'm loony?”

“Not at all, I've always liked Luna, she's good for you.”

“HARRY POTTER GET BACK IN YOUR SPOT!” Professor Sinistra shouted, ending their conversation. Harry moved back to his dreaded spot by the Patil twins who had stopped arguing and were beckoning to him eagerly. It was going to be a long half hour till the ceremony started.

Once the ceremony started, it seemed to fly by. Harry saw everyone he knew in the crowd, the Weasley clan, including Fleur who married into the family last summer and was very pregnant now, Remus Lupin and his fiancée, Nympadora Tonks, Mad-Eye Moody and several other members of the Order of the Phoenix who were close to Harry during the final battle.

Harry's hands began to sweat as they neared the end of the long line of diplomas to be handed out. He knew his speech was coming soon.

When they were finished with the diplomas, Headmistress McGonagall took the podium. She was near tears.

“This class is the most wonderful class I have been graced with teaching,” she said, taking out a handkerchief and dabbing at her eyes, “They have succeeded in shocking and angering me on many occasions, but in the end I am so proud of each and everyone of them. I am honoured now, to introduce a fine young man, who I've watched grow from a scared little boy just finding out about his magical life to what he is today. Please join me in applause for Mr. Harry Potter.”

Harry, slightly embarrassed, rose from his seat and made the long way up the aisle to the podium.

He cleared his throat, nervously as everything that was in his mind went completely blank, instead of reading his paper, he looked into his heart, “Well, now,” he started and coughed a little, “I had a whole speech planned, but now that I'm standing up here, I don't know where to start.” A few in the audience giggled and Harry turned to Hermione in the crowd, “I should have listened to you Hermione. She told me that I should practice and get everything out that I want to say, because if I didn't write it down, I'd forget, and look at me now, I'm forgetting. I owe so much to her. From the beginning she has guided me and helped me through good times and bad. Her extraordinary intelligence has gotten me out of many rough spots throughout the years and for that I'll be forever grateful,” he saw tears glistening in her eyes and next turned to Ron, “I also have to thank my other best friend, Ron. Who, although has gotten me into trouble on more than one occasion, has stuck by me. You all know me as the Boy-Who-Lived, they know me as just Harry.

As our time at Hogwarts ends, it is all right to feel the sadness. Hogwarts has been my home for the past seven years and so far my only home. Each year was filled with exciting events and many trials and tribulations. First year, I was found in the banned third floor corridor, battling Voldemort. Second year, in the girl's lavatory,” many laughed at this, “battling Voldemort once again. From third year until now, I'd say the war was on. Can't say I wasn't found in any more areas where I shouldn't have been, but it was my destiny.

We've lost so many, but have gained so much. So many have touched my life in such a positive way. I want to thank my parents, even though I did not meet them, they've done so much for me, Dumbledore, a great wizard and friend, someone I looked up to as a father. Sirius Black, who was thought to be a death eater, but he really wasn't. He was my godfather and a good man. I hope I have made you all proud,” Harry said, turning his face up to the ceiling, which showed a bright sunny day without a cloud in the sky, “I also send my appreciation to those still alive. The Weasley family, who took me in and treated me like another son, Remus Lupin, who has taught me so much, and many other members of the Order of the Phoenix. Neville Longbottom, who now shares my spotlight, I couldn't be happier to share it with a better person. You did it, Neville and now we can live in peace.” Everyone applauded and Harry waited until they settled again before continuing, “The teachers of this school, the many who have come and gone, you've taught me so much and I plan to use what I have learned to the fullest extent. You really are the best teachers and student could ask for. Thank you for the opportunities you have given me.

I don't really have anything else to say, and I could talk on forever, but I must introduce a beautiful and intelligent young lady, who can bore you to death if you let her. I'm just kidding `Mione. She's always been better than me at everything and that is why she is our valedictorian, Miss Hermione Granger.”

Hermione joined Harry at the podium where she threw her arms around him. Harry kissed her on the forehead and was about to go sit down in his seat, when McGonagall motioned for him to take a seat beside her.

“That's not true Harry, you've always been better at Defense against the Dark Arts,” Hermione laughed. Her speech was articulate and well thought out. She spoke for over twenty minutes, rarely looking down at her paper taking the audience through the captivating adventures she had at Hogwarts. She ended by thanking everyone who touched her life, especially her two best friends, Harry and Ron, “I was proud to have been a Gryffindor with them and couldn't imagine myself in any other house. Thank you.”

There wasn't a dry eye in the house when she had finished. Professor McGonagall joined her at the podium and hugged her tightly. Hermione, who had stayed calm and collected throughout her speech, let the tears of happiness flow now.

“Harry would you please join us at the podium,” McGonagall whispered to him. She then turned to the microphone, “I have an important announcement to make,” she said looking over at her best students, Harry and Hermione, who stood by her. Harry took Hermione's hand and squeezed it tight, not knowing what McGonagall had to announce.

“Although this is very sudden and not a Hogwarts tradition, but when has Hogwarts ever been traditional. I'd like to offer teaching positions to our two speakers.” Harry and Hermione's mouths dropped as McGonagall continued, “I have been under a lot of stress with teaching and being the Headmistress, so I ask Hermione Granger if she would take the Transfiguration position I have open. To Harry, although I know dreams of becoming an auror, and a fine one he would be, I offer the long open position of Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. I have seen how he has been a true leader to all of the students and I know in my heart that these two have what it takes to be great.”

Hermione practically jumped onto the Headmistress and Harry shook her hand gratefully.

“I'll take that as a yes?” she asked.

“Of course,” both Hermione and Harry answered excitedly.

They returned to their regular seats beaming. Headmistress McGonagall gave a small closing speech, honouring Albus Dumbledore and finally the ceremony was completed. Everyone arose quickly to congratulate the new teachers.

Coming Soon: Prepare for the party! Yeah!

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A/N: Hello all, updating again, Yeah! Just wanted to add that I don't own anything in the Potter-verse and I also don't own any of the songs or bands I mention for the party, they all belong to their artists, not me, obviously. I tried to stick with songs that were out at the time. I believe if my calculations are correct that it's supposed to be 1998(?) when they graduate. It's too late and I've been up since 6am, so I really don't feel like referring to the books, that requires moving, lol. I could be a year off, but enjoy the party anyways! I kind of leave it hanging at the end….Sorry, but I'm pausing for now cause it's late and I'd like to get something out sooner. (Took me months for chapter two, but school is just starting so it hasn't gotten too crazy yet, should have time for chapter four very soon)

Chapter 3

The Weasleys and many of the members of the Order joined the trio at Grimmauld Place for a small before-party party. It was mainly so the adults had time to congratulate the graduates before they were sent from the house.

They walked into the house and stopped in their tracks. No one had seen the house since it had been repainted. The large entryway had been painted gold with burgundy accents. The large windows were covered with long burgundy curtains and a large tapestry with the Gryffindor crest decorated the wall, which had once occupied Mrs. Black's portrait. The floors were hardwood.

“Perfect,” Remus said amused, gazing around at the tapestry.

“Once a Gryffindor, always a Gryffindor,” Fred added.

Harry led them into the large dining room, which would be the main room for the party that night. Dobby had set out a large dinner for everyone. The hardwood floors continued into the dining room, but this room was opposite, with burgundy walls and gold accents.

As they sat around the table, the doorbell rang. Moments later, Dobby ushered in Neville Longbottom and his grandmother. A round of `hellos' went to the new arrivals.

“Ah, Neville, you're here,” Kingsley Shacklebolt said as he arose from his seat. He took Neville's hand then addressed everyone, “I have a special announcement to make.”

The chatter died away as Neville and his grandmother took two empty chairs.

“Well, we've had a couple job announcements thus far,” he continued, smiling at Harry and Hermione who were seated side by side with Ron on the other side of Hermione, “And I'd like to keep up with that. I'd like to extend and invitation to Ron Weasley and Neville Longbottom to join in on Auror training starting next week.” He handed each of the two their respective envelopes.

Ron stared down at his name in shock while the table surrounding him burst out with happiness. Neville's grandmother broke down crying that she had never been more proud of her grandson and Mrs. Weasley jumped excitedly to move around the table to get to her son.

“Ron, you did it!” Hermione exclaimed, hugging him tightly.

Ron still hadn't responded and it took Harry, who laid a hand on his shoulder and said “Congratulations Ron, you deserve it,” for Ron to finally come to he senses. He smiled broadly before he was whisked away into his mother's arms.

“Neville,” Shacklebolt continued when the excitement died down, “I know you are amazing with herbology, so you will be trained on the poison squad led by Tobias Harpe and Ron, you will study under me, the defensive squad. You will both receive the same training until divided up.”

Ron shook his hand vehemently, “Thank you so much sir!”

“You've proven yourself Ron, in the battle, you deserve it,” Shacklebolt replied.

The rest of dinner Ron spent talking excitedly about all the things he had learned about the Aurors from his father. At six o'clock, the trio ushered everyone out.

Kingsley took Harry aside before he left, “You know Harry, I have two more envelopes with yours and Hermione's name on them.”

“Did you tell Hermione?” Harry asked.

“Yes, and she said she's very happy with her appointment already. She declined graciously.”

“And I must as well,” Harry smiled, “I know it's been a dream of mine to become an Auror, but I have to say, this teaching position exceeds all.”

Shacklebolt smiled at him, “I knew you'd say that. That's why I'm offering you to train with the Aurors for the summer before you take up your post at Hogwarts. Hermione has accepted, I hope you will too.”

“That would be a wonderful experience,” Harry said, shaking the old Auror's hand excitedly.

Once the adults were gone, just the trio and Neville remained.

“Let's get this party started,” Ron shouted excitedly.

Hermione grabbed Harry's arm and looked at his watch, she squealed, “Oh no, I'm not ready,” and took the stairs two at a time.

The boys watched after her, confused.

“She looked fine to me,” Ron said.

“You know girls,” Neville reminded him, “They always have to look their best.”

The boys went into the dining room. Dobby had already cleared the table and was in the process of magically shrinking it to a buffet table, which he lined against the wall. A gold tablecloth appeared over it as well as many empty bowls and trays.

“It's okay Dobby,” Harry called to him, “I can take it from here.”

Dobby bowed himself away as Harry charmed the room to a bigger size. It was big already, but probably not enough to accommodate the graduating class of Hogwarts and probably a few extras here and there.

They DJ, who they had hired to play that night, showed up minutes later and started to set up in the back corner. By the time the guests arrived, the music was blaring from the many speakers positioned throughout the room.

“Have you seen Hermione?” Harry asked Ron. There were already about fifty people there and Hermione still hadn't returned.

Ron shook his head, then noticed a beautiful, but perhaps a little strange, blond appear at the doorway. He smiled and turned to get her a drink before approaching.

Harry watched his lovestruck friend amused before he decided to check on Hermione.

“Come in!” she shouted frantically from inside.

Harry walked into a disaster. Hermione's room looked like a tornado struck it, there were clothes everywhere and Hermione was at her closet throwing out even more onto the floor.

“Hermione!” Harry said moving closer and dodging a brown sandal that was sent his way.

Hermione looked at him startled and clutched tighter at the short pink towel she had wrapped around herself.

“Oh, Harry!” Hermione squeaked.

“Umm…Uhh…” Harry tried to remember why he had come it. He stared unblinking at the large amount of skin Hermione revealed.

“Harry, no time to stare!” Hermione cried, “I don't know what to wear!”

Harry shook his head trying to regain some sense. His gaze shifted to her head. At least her hair was done. “Hermione you look great, whatever you wear will be just fine.”

Hermione sighed, “Okay, but at least help me decide between the silver and the blue,” she resigned, holding up both dresses. The blue was a short cotton sundress with spaghetti straps and the silver was made out of a fine silky material. It was a halter-top, with an open back.

“I like the silver,” Harry said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Harry, you git,” Hermione said blushing. She dropped the blue dress on the floor and studied the silver dress, “Thanks Harry, I think you're right.”

Harry's mouth dropped open. Never in his life had he seen a dress so sexy, let alone one that was going to be worn by his best friend.

“Are you going to watch Harry?” Hermione asked lightheartedly.

Harry blushed and turned towards the door, “I'll meet you down there.”

When Harry reached the bottom of the stairs, he couldn't help wish Hermione would hurry up and get down here so he could see how the dress looked on her.

Dean had just shown up and he carried with him a large box.

“Harry!” Dean shouted over the music.

Harry smiled and approached his fellow Gryffindor, “What's that in the box?”

Dean smiled, “It's a karaoke machine. Got it for Christmas last year. Thought it might be fun to play with for a bit when everyone's good and drunk.”

Harry remembered what a karaoke machine was, but his memory involved a tone-deaf fat cousin and a high-pitched, horse-tooth aunt singing a duet in the sitting room. He shook his head to clear the memory from his head, “Sounds like fun.”

Dean wasn't paying attention though, his gaze was on the beauty walking down the stairs. Harry noticed he wasn't paying attention and turned to look at what caught his gaze.

Hermione was about halfway down the stairs, taking them gracefully, but slowly because of the heels she had on. As if drawn to her, Harry moved towards the staircase to take her hand when she reached the bottom.

“You look amazing,” Harry whispered in her ear.

“Thank you for your help,” Hermione smiled, but she was taken from Harry's grasp by a flock of Gryffindor girls, excited to see her.

“Oh Hermione,” Parvati gushed, “You look great!”

Harry left before the girls could maul him, but not before catching Hermione's eye one last time.

“Harry, mate!” Ron shouted over the music. Already a large number were dancing. Ron and Luna sat side by side in chairs surrounding the dance floor. Harry strode towards them with a backwards glance at the girls. They were all looking at him. Parvati winked then burst out into giggles. Then they all practically raced for the dance floor.

Harry shook his head, Girls!

“There you are!” Ron said when Harry had reached them. Ron held two pints of mead and handed Harry one, which Harry downed. He had to clear his head. Was he really just thinking about Hermione that way?

“I found her,” Harry said, motioning to the group of girls, then turned back to the two of them, “How are you Luna?”

“I'm excellent, thank you for letting me come too, Harry. This is wonderful,” Luna said dreamy eyed. She gazed at the disco ball hanging in the centre of the room.

“Want to see me lose a bet?” Ron asked about ten minutes later.

“Uhh…sure?” Harry said, confused.

Ron ignored his confusion and went to the bar. He got a round of shots of Firewhisky and headed towards the group of girls. Everyone, including Hermione took one and they all cheers before downing it simultaneously. Ron grinned at Hermione as she lowered the glass, “You owe me, Ron. I believe I just won a bet. Now fetch me another!”

Ron did as he was told. He brought her another shot and a mixed drink, then came back to Harry and Luna laughing.

“That's one bet I was willing to lose,” Ron admitted, then he took a large swig from his mead and pulled Luna up, “Come on girl, let's see those moves.”

Luna giggled delightedly and Harry watched in awe as his best mate joined the group on the dance floor.

Harry, being the host of the party, started making rounds, saying hello to everyone and making small chitchat.

“Har-RY!” Hermione squealed, finding him in a conversation with Ernie McMillan, “Sorry Ernie, I have to borrow him for a minute.”

“What's up Hermione?” Harry asked.

“Oh Harry, you have to start having fun! Stop being the polite host and get in a right state with me,” Hermione slurred, handing him a shot, “To our new place,” she said, raising her shot glass.

Harry clicked hers with his and downed the liquid, which burned all the way down his throat and even in his belly. Hermione handed him a cup of mead, which Harry took gratefully.

“There now, come on!” she said, pulling him into the group. He couldn't resist, not with Hermione.

A large circle eventually formed as groups of ones, twos or threes went into the centre to show off. Ron pulled Harry in the middle and started doing the robot. Harry laughed and joined in.

Once the next song was over, a slow song came on. Harry looked towards Hermione, who glanced his way. He was going to go over to her when both Parvati and Padma jumped in his way.

“I got here first!” Parvati exclaimed happily. Padma sulked to the side of the dance floor. Harry was about to say that he needed a break, but he spotted Hermione being swept onto the dance floor by a Ravenclaw. He sighed and took Parvati's hand.

“Not like that Harry, we're not in school,” Parvati giggled. She took Harry's hands and placed them at her waist, then wound her own hands around his neck, pulling him close. Harry tried to put a little bit of space between them, but Parvati's grip was tight and relentless, so Harry suffered the whole song with Parvati's head on his shoulder.

After the slow song, the DJ reverted back to fast music, both muggle and wizard bands and Harry headed for the bar. He needed a lot to drink to get through this night. He saw many longing eyes on him and Parvati as they danced and he knew he wouldn't be able to get out of dancing with most of them.

Three Gryffindors, two Ravenclaws and a Hufflepuff later, Dean took over the microphone and said it was karaoke time. Everyone, most of which were drunk by that time, cheered. The DJ had already hooked up the karaoke machine to his equipment.

Dean started everyone off, singing the Backstreet Boys, “I'll Never Break Your Heart”. Most were too amused by the singing to dance and just watched. Others grabbed a partner to dance with. Harry tried not to make himself noticeable and just watched. Luna and Ron were still going, having danced every slow song with each other. Hermione spun around slowly in the arms of Seamus. Harry looked on jealously. Hermione's dance card had been filled all night. Harry shook his head, wondering why he felt this way all of the sudden. Hermione was his best friend. Sure, he had harboured feelings for her since first year, but he'd never acted on them. It was too late, they were too far into being friends.

Hermione had watched Harry all night, catching his eye once in awhile, but she could never get him alone to dance with. She smiled up a Seamus then continued to look over his shoulder at Harry. Harry finished off another mead and reached for more. Hermione couldn't help but giggle. She was having so much fun being drunk. Her sense of touch and hearing were heightened, but her motor skills were lessening. She stepped on Seamus' toe and erupted in another fit of giggles, apologizing again.

“S'alright,” he smiled drunkenly, pulling her closer. Hermione could feel his body against hers and wished it were Harry. Oh god, Hermione, she thought to herself, Stop thinking like that!

Most took a shot at karaoke. Even Ron and Luna did a duet of `Barbie Girl', which Ron was terrible at since he had never heard the song before. They covered all the popular muggle bands, many of the girls going up in clans and performing the `Spice Girls' and many attempted songs from the popular wizard band, `The Weird Sisters'.

“We have just a few more karaoke songs tonight,” the DJ told everyone, “But let's hear it for Hermione Granger, up next.”

Harry did a double take at the name. Hermione? His Hermione? Getting up in front of everyone to sing? Harry couldn't recall a single note ever from her voice.

Hermione got up on the little platform and took the microphone off the stand. She stood there calmly, like she had done this a million times.

“I'd like to dedicate this song to a certain special person,” Hermione said, looking around, but not finding the person, then whispered softly “You know who you are.”

The first few notes started up. It was a sweet, gentle beat. Harry's feet carried him closer to the stage. He wanted to know who had sparked such a song in his beautiful roommate. So I can kick his arse, Harry thought balling his fists briefly.

Hermione started softly, but her voice filled the room,

“I hear the clock, it's 6 A.M.,
I feel so far away from where I've been.
I got my eggs, got my pancakes, too.
Got my maple syrup, ev'rything but you.
I break the yolks and make a smiley face,
I kinda like it in my brand new place.
Wipe the spots above the mirror,
Don't leave the keys in the door.
I never put wet towels on the floor anymore, 'cause

Dreams last so long,
Even after you're gone.
I know, that you love me
And soon you will see
You were meant for me,
And I was meant for you.”

Harry couldn't believe how good she was, but he couldn't help but feel defeated. Hermione was singing those sweet words to her lover. Whoever that was.

A/N: By the way, I don't usually work with a beta, so excuse any mistakes and bad grammar (which I know there probably is lots of).

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A/N: Sorry, sorry, sorry… sorry times a thousand! I've had this ready for awhile but, well, I kinda forgot to post it. And….I've already started my next fic. It'll be up soon! I'm thinking maybe it'll be a five shot as mine usually are. P.S. I still don't own the song by Jewel “You were meant for me”… and “Truly Madly Deeply” by Savage Garden…and others as well as the characters….obviously as my name isn't JK Rowling.

Chapter Four.

The last few notes drifted sweetly through the air.

“You were meant for me,
And I was meant for you.”

There was a short second of silence before everyone applauded. They had all been entranced by Hermione's voice.

The DJ took the microphone from Hermione, “Let's hear it for the beautiful, Hermione Granger,” and everyone applauded again. The DJ waited for it to die down again, “I'd like Hermione to remain up here and let's bring up the other hosts of the party for our final song, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.”

Harry stayed rooted to the spot. Never in a million years was he going to sing and he definitely did not put his name down on any list.

Ron came up behind Harry with a shot of Firewhisky and handed it to him, “Come on mate, Hermione asked us to do a song with her.”

“S-she did this?” Harry asked, downing the shot.

“Yeah, she asked me earlier and I said we'd both do it,” Ron slurred.

Harry would never deny Hermione anything so he slowly made his way up to the stage beside her while everyone cheered him on. When he turned to look at Ron, he had disappeared. Harry scanned the audience but there was no sign of Ron anywhere.

He turned to Hermione, “Where's Ron?”

Hermione shrugged and asked the DJ.

“Ron Weasley? Where are ya?” the DJ addressed the audience.

“He'll be back in a minute, go on without him,” Luna shouted as she made her way to the front through the crowd.

Hermione turned back to Harry and smiled, “I hope you know this one.”

Harry tried to smile back and Hermione noticed his insecurity.

“Oh Harry, it'll be fine,” Hermione said touching his arm.

The music started up, another slow beat and Harry remembered hearing the song before coming out of Hermione's bedroom. Harry hoped he would get it right. The crowd went silent as they started singing together.

“I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish, I'll be your fantasy

I'll be your hope, I'll be your love, be everything that you need

I'll love you more with every breath truly, madly, deeply too

I will be strong, I will be faithful cause I'm counting on a new beginning

A reason for living, a deeper meaning, yeah

I wanna stand with you on a mountain

I wanna bathe with you in the sea

I wanna lay like this forever

Until the sky falls down on me”

Harry could feel the heat rise up inside him. The words meant so much and he took Hermione's hand. She looked at him surprised, but smiled. They continued the rest of the song by Savage Garden to each other and no one else.

Ron stumbled up on the stage at the end of the song and smacked Harry on the back, “Mate, I didn't think you could sing like that!” and turned to the DJ, “Oi! I'm here now, let's `Do the hippogriff' for the last song!”

The DJ smiled and found the correct CD. Ron put his arm around Hermione, much to Harry's dismay, and shared her microphone for the last song.

Everyone, who just stopped and stared during the last song, now hit the dance floor. For amateurs, the trio sang pretty well, especially with Hermione singing. Harry had no idea where that had come from, she had never sung before except those few times she sang her silly hero song to him.

When the song was over Hermione pulled Harry aside, “Save me the next slow song?”

“Sure will,” Harry agreed, “You sing beautifully.”

Hermione blushed, “Thanks Harry, I'll see you soon.”

Harry could hardly wait for the next slow song as he watched Hermione join her friends as they all complimented her on her singing. He was going to make the request to the DJ, but decided it would look too obvious considering there had just been two slow ones and she would surely see him requesting it.

Twenty minutes later, as it neared two am, Harry was tired of waiting. They only had the DJ till two.

Harry went up to the DJ, “Can you play a slow one?”

“Sure can mate. I've got a special song for the last one of the night,” he said, then winked, “Gonna get the girl?”

Harry smiled and nodded.

“Good for you.”

Two songs later, Harry smiled as a slow song started and made his way over to Hermione. About five paces away from her another guy stepped in front of him and asked Hermione to dance. Before she answered he had whisked Hermione away. She turned back to Harry with an apologetic look.

Harry felt defeated. If she really had liked him, she would have protested to the guy that Harry hadn't even recognized. He stood there for a minute working up the nerve to cut in. He was worried Hermione would be angry. Perhaps this was the guy she was singing for earlier. He watched them for second, downed another shot and walked towards them.

“Can I cut in?” he asked, quite forcefully.

The guy turned towards him, it was the Ravenclaw she had danced with earlier.

“Sure you can,” Hermione said quickly and put her arms around Harry instead.

The Ravenclaw looked angry and stomped away.

“Thanks Harry, I was hoping you would do that,” Hermione smiled gratefully, but stepped on Harry's toe, making him wince, “Oh, sorry Harry, I've lost all sense,” then she laughed.

“S'alright,” Harry smiled, just happy she was finally in his arms.

The song finished too quickly though, Harry had taken too long to work up the courage to cut in, but then a spotlight shone directly on him and Hermione who stood side by side.

“Well, boys and girls, let's hear it for the hosts and hostess. We have just one more song for ya, so grab that special someone and hit the floor one last time,” the DJ announced.

Harry took Hermione's hand again, “Dance with me for the last one?”

“Harry, surely there's someone more special than me?”

“Nope,” Harry assured her and placed his arms at her waist.

Hermione smiled at him and rested her head on his shoulder, “Did you have a good night Harry?”

“I had a wonderful time, you?”

“Mmmm…the best,” she yawned.

“Tired?”

“Nope. Drunk? Definitely.”

Harry laughed and Hermione could feel his chest move up and down. She pulled him even closer.

Harry could feel the heat rise again and his face flush. Nearing the end of the song, he asked, “Hermione, who was the song for?”

“For you, Harry. Always for you,” she said, raising her head off his shoulder and looking into his eyes, which were a sparkling green.

Harry kissed her, first soft and sweetly, then more demanding as his tongue met hers.

The song ended but Harry refused to let Hermione go. The attention was focused on them until the DJ started up again, “Okay everyone, I'm outta here for the night. Feel free to stick around for a little while and please, if you drink, don't apparate. Harry has graciously offered a place to stay for everyone. Keep it cool, I'm out!” and he and his equipment disappeared in a puff of smoke.”

The crowd cheered. Hermione and Harry finally pulled apart. Hermione pulled out Harry's wand, which she knew was tucked in his back pocket.

“I knew you'd have that,” Hermione laughed.

“Constant vigilance,” Harry warned her, but smiled.

Hermione conjured up the same squishy purple sleeping bags that Dumbledore had once conjured, with large puffy pillows. Everyone grabbed one and moved them all around so that they could still sit up and chat. Ron brought out a portable stereo so that they could listen to music. Harry and Hermione pulled up a sleeping bag by Ron and Luna.

“Are you going to stay down here?” Ron asked them.

“No, I'm just going to stay up for a bit longer,” Hermione said, resting her head on Harry's shoulder.

“I think you scared my fan club away,” Harry joked looking at the envious faces of the Patil twins.

Hermione laughed, “Are you mad?”

“Not in a million years,” Harry smiled.

“Well, it's about time!” Ron added, “You two have been wondering around here sharing looks with each other for the past month.”

“Was I that obvious?” Hermione asked.

“No,” Ron said sarcastically.

Harry looked to Hermione, “I'm just glad you feel the same way.”

Hermione kissed him lightly and got up, “I'm going to bed,” then addressed the room, shouting, “Goodnight everyone!”

“G'night Hermione” they shouted back.

Hermione got up and pulled Harry with her.

“G'night Harry!” everyone shouted as they were leaving.

Harry's face flushed and he waved.

Hermione pulled Harry up to her bedroom and inside. The room still smelled of paint from last week, but everything was in its place. She must have used a quick spell to clean her large bedroom after she had thrown all her clothes out of the closet.

“Harry, sit down on the bed, I'm just going to get more comfortable,” she said and stepped into her bathroom.

Harry sat quickly and waited.

Hermione emerged out of the bathroom with her hair down and a short nightdress on. Harry instantly flushed as Hermione sat down beside him and her nightdress rose another two inches up her slim legs.

“Hi Harry,” she said.

Harry laughed, “Hi, Hermione.”

“I was just hoping you'd lay beside me,” Hermione asked quietly.

“Of course I will.”

“You can take your clothes off too,” Hermione said, then laughed, “I mean, you know, to change into whatever you sleep in.”

Harry left his shirt on, but took his pants off so that he was in his boxers.

“Is that how you sleep?” Hermione asked.

“Uh…I usually take the shirt off too, but that's okay,” Harry blushed.

Hermione got into bed and pulled the other side down for Harry, “You can take your shirt off too Harry, I don't mind.”

Harry got in bed and pulled his shirt off, “Hermione, are you sure about this?”

“It's fine Harry, I just want you near me. I've waited for so long, you're not going anywhere now.”

“You have?”

“Of course. I've always loved you.”

Harry put his arm around her, holding her closely to him. He could smell the sweet perfume she had put on for the dance. It smelled of a sweet breeze of wild flowers.

“I've always felt that way about you too, I'm so glad you never gave up on me. I never wanted to lose you by ruining our friendship by telling you I felt that way.”

“You would have never ruined anything. I'm glad this is happening now though, we have so much time ahead of us to be together.”

Harry kissed her again and they fell asleep side-by-side.

A/N Well, I did rate this at like PG 13 so…I'll just leave it at that.

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