A/N- Thanks for all the kind review from those who shared their thoughts with me. It was greatly appreciated. The next chapter may take a little longer to come out, it may not be out until Tuesday or Wednesday.
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Chapter 2
Harry stumbled down into the Leaky Cauldron bar close to 11am. His sleeping spell had worked a little too well…
He was still very sleepy and had an image of a naked Ginny and Draco burned into his eyelids.
Harry sighed and ordered himself a big breakfast, deciding to eat quickly and head over what was now Ginny's flat to get his stuff that he had left behind before she returned from work.
Harry was headed towards the door with his head down, not really watching where he was going when he ran into a person coming down the staircase that came from the rooms upstairs.
"Will you look where you are… Harry?"
"Hermione? What are you doing here?" Harry said.
"I'm sorta staying here for a while…"
"Me too" Harry said quite confused that Hermione would be here, away from Ron.
"So where's Ron?" Harry said looking around the crowded bar for Ron's trademark red hair.
"Oh we're sort of… taking a break…" Hermione muttered.
"Oh I see" Harry said looking up into her eyes. "I'm sorry, I thought…"
"So Harry where's Ginny?" Hermione cut over Harry.
"Oh well her and I are… also taking a break… a permanent one" Harry said strongly.
"Oh" Hermione was at a loss for words.
"Well looks like we're both single again. You want to meet up and talk about it tonight? I know that you would rather not…" Harry said.
Hermione looked up, smiled a radiant smile and nodded. "Sure Harry, I need someone to sort out my thoughts. You were always good at helping me with that."
"Yeah sure. I'll meet you here at 7?"
"Sure Harry." Hermione said, turning to walk away.
"Oh and Harry? Maybe it would do you good to talk about you and Ginny too."
"I don't know Hermione. I don't think that I want to relive that ever again."
"Well, if that's the way you feel Harry." Hermione said, sighing at his inability to share his emotions.
"I'll see you at seven then." Hermione said before exiting the Leaky and onto the cold London streets.
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Hermione wandered around the London streets, towards the park that she had often visited when her parents would take her on trips into the city.
She sat on the swing and sighed.
How was it that her relationship had yet again gone down the toilet?
Was there something terribly wrong with her?
Hermione, in her own opinion, sucked at relationships. Krum equalled failure due to the long distance and her only other long time relationship, other than with Ron, was with Oliver Wood the captain of the Wimbourne Wasps. That relationship had ended due to the fact that Oliver thought that she spent too much time at work, which meant that with his busy Quidditch schedule, that they never saw each other.
And now it seems, Hermione thought to herself that I have ruined another relationship.
Oh well I guess there's no point crying over spilt milk. Hermione thought, wiping her tears.
She got off the swing and decided that she would attempt some of what Lavender and Pavarti called "Shopping Therapy". It didn't seem like a very 'Hermione' thing to do, but what the heck, maybe she needed to try new things…
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Hermione threw her purchases on her bed in her room and the Leaky. She supposed that shopping had helped her keep her mind off Ron. But had not really helped the fact that she still hadn't decided what to do about Ron.
Hermione looked at her watch and saw it was 6.
She inwardly swore, she only had an hour before she had to meet Harry.
Hermione chose the red dress that she had brought today on a whim.
She wasn't really sure where Harry was taking her, but this dress ought to fit in with most situations.
Hermione wondered what Ron was doing tonight. Had he found a new girl to shack up with. Did he even care that they were on a break? She shuddered and tried not to think of Ron,
Not just yet, anyway. Hopefully Harry would help her to sort out her feelings.
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Harry stood at the foot of the stairs.
Where was Hermione? He thought looking at his watch. It wasn't like her to be late.
He gasped as she came down the stairs. She had on a beautiful red dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. It was not a fancy dress, and it was quite conservative, with a higher neck like and was cut just above the knee. But it suited Hermione.
"Wow Hermione" Harry breathed. "You look… fantastic"
Hermione had finally reached to bottom of the stairs and did a once over of Harry's outfit. He was wearing a simple pair of black dress pants but what struck her the most was the stunning green shirt he was wearing which managed to bring out his eyes.
"Umm.. you too Harry." Hermione said, shyly.
Harry looked at her again. If he was honest with himself, Hermione's dress was eliciting not so platonic thoughts about his best friend.
Harry sook his head mentally. Hermione's my best friend Harry thought I'm just thinking these things because I miss Ginny.
"Shall we go?" Hermione said, breaking Harry away from his thoughts.
"Sure" Harry finally said. "I thought we could go to that new restaurant near Gringotts?"
"But Harry, that's terribly hard to get into"
"Don't worry about it Hermione, I managed to get a table"
Hermione narrowed her eyes at the thought of Harry using his fame to get himself a table at one of the top restaurants in Diagon.
Harry guesed what she was thinking. "No Hermione, they had a cancellation. I didn't use my fame, I actually didn't even give them my name."
"Then what did you give them?"
"Well, I gave them the name Granger." Harry said. "I know that you are pretty famous yourself but I knew that they wouldn't make as big a deal for you as they would for me."
"Sorry Hermione"
"No Harry, that was a good idea. At least now, we don't have to deal with the press" Hermione said, smiling. "Lets go"
Harry apparated Hermione to Diagon and they walked towards the Restaurant.