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Chapter 3 Jessica’s Song

Two weeks later…

“Moony, why of all places, are we at a muggle bar?” asked Harry as he, Lupin, Tonks, Hermione, and the Weasleys sat down at a large table at a bar in London. They were meeting Jessica Black and her fiancé there.

“Actually, this bar serves both Muggles and Wizards,” said Lupin.

“Really, should I order us some firewhiskey then?” said Harry.

Lupin grinned and nodded, Molly quickly scolding Harry as he told the waitress to bring a bottle of fire whiskey to them, and he shook hands with a young man at their table.

“Jimmy,” said Lupin.

“Moony,” said the man. Lupin turned to the others.

“Everyone, this is Captain James Stevens of the United States Junior Military. He is from Hogwarts’ sister school in the States. Jimmy, where’s Jessica?”

“Getting ready to perform,” said James.

“Perform?” asked Harry.

“You didn’t see the sign? Tonight’s a songwriters contest. First prize is your song being published, and 1000 muggle British pounds,” said James. Harry’s eyes widened.

“Wow,” said Ron. “Imagine all the chocolate frogs I could buy with that!”

Ginny rolled her eyes in exasperation.

“Can you ever think about anything other than food Ronald?” asked Ginny.

“No,” said Ron, shaking his head. “Excellent, firewhiskey’s here!”

As drinks were passed out, Ginny sulking because Molly said she was too young and irresponsible, a man came up to the microphone on the stage.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!” he said. “Welcome to the 1st Annual Songwriters Competition here at Trinity Bar! Let‘s give it up for our first contestant, from Magnolia Crescent in Surrey, a member of the Junior Military in America, singing her original song entitled ‘Before He Cheats‘, Miss Jessica Black!”

The crowd cheered and Lupin, James, Harry, Hermione, and the Weasleys cheered loudly as Jessica grinned, waved and took her place at the microphone. The band behind her started playing and Jessica began to sing.

Right now he's probably slow dancin
with a beach blonde tramp
and she's probably gettin frisky
Right Now he's probably buyin
her some fruity little drink
cause she can't shoot whiskey
Right now he's probably up behind her
with a pool stick showin her how to shoot a combo
And he don't know...

I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped up 4-wheel-drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville Slugger to both headlights
I slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

The crowd was on their feet, cheering and clapping along as Jessica sang. She shot a wink to James.

Right now she's probably up singin
some white trash version of Shania karaoke
Right now she's probably sayin I’m drunk
And he's thinkin that he's gonna get lucky
Right now he's probably dabbin
all three dollars worth of that bathroom polo
And he don't know..

I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped up 4-wheel-drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville Slugger to both headlights
I slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

I might have saved a little trouble for the next girl
Cause the next time that he cheats
Oh you know it wont be on me
No it won't, not on me

Cause I

I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped up 4-wheel-drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville Slugger to both headlights
I slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

Oh, Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

Oh, before he cheats

Oh…

As the song ended, the crowd wildly applauded and James turned to Lupin, who grinned.

“That’s one talented girl!” said Lupin.

“Yep, can we blame her mother?” laughed James.

“Where is Bella, anyways?” asked Lupin.

“Standing behind you,” said a voice. Lupin turned and grinned as he hugged his best friend’s ex-wife enthusiastically.

“Hello Moony,” said Bella.

“Hello Tails,” he said. “Your daughter looks and sounds more like you every day.”

“Wasn’t she great?” said Bella.

“Moony, how do you know her?” asked Harry.

“Hello Harry. You know me, just not looking like this,” said Bella as she winked.

Harry’s mouth dropped as it dawned on him who she was.

“Mrs. Figg?” he whispered. Arabella nodded.

“Sorry I lied to you about being a squib,” said Arabella. “I’m your godmother, and your other legal guardian. Dumbledore made me promise not to tell you.” With that she dabbed her eyes and hugged her godson.

“So that’s why you were watching me,” said Harry as he hugged her. “You were looking after me not because of the order, but as my legal guardian.”

“Yes,” said Arabella, who was crying harder now.

“Mum, would you stop smothering your godson and hug your daughter,” said Jessica, who came up to the table at that moment, giving James a kiss on the lips. The group laughed as Arabella collected herself and hugged her daughter.

“Everyone, this is Sirius and Arabella’s daughter, Jessica Black. Jessica, you know Harry of course, and the red heads are the Weasleys, your cousins by marriage, and Hermione Granger.”

Jessica hugged and said hello to her long lost family members, Harry, and Hermione.

“You were great up there,” said Harry as he sat down in a chair.

“Thanks, it’s just a hobby,” laughed Jessica.

“No, you’re really good. I don’t think I could ever get up there in front of everyone,” squeaked Hermione, who was now sitting on Harry’s lap. Her face was a little flushed from drinking the firewhiskey.

“Hermione, are you drunk?’ whispered Harry.

“Maybe,” giggled Hermione. Ron rolled his eyes.

“She’s only had two shots,” said Ron. “How could she be drunk?”

“It’s stronger for witches who are muggle-born,” said Lupin.

“No, Hermione just doesn’t tolerate alcohol very well,” laughed Harry, and as Hermione nibbled his ear in a drunken state, Harry’s eyes widened.

“Umm, Ron, hand me another shot,” said Harry. Everyone laughed and as the next person performed, Ron poured Harry a shot of firewhiskey and Harry downed it.

“Excuse me,” said a man coming up to them. He was balding gray and wearing a very nice suit and sunglasses. “Miss Black?”

“Yes, that’s me,” said Jessica.

“That was a great song, and even if you don’t win, I’d like to sign you. I’m Clive Davis, I’m with RCA Records.”

Jessica’s jaw dropped as he pulled out his card and handed it to her.

“Oh my god, it really is you! I love your work!” said Jessica. She motioned to Jimmy.

“This is my manager and my boyfriend, James Stevens. He helped write the song.”

“Wonderful song Mr. Stevens.”

“Thank you Mr. Davis,” said Jimmy.

“It’s Clive. Mr. Davis is my father,” laughed Clive. He handed another card to Jimmy.

“Call me in the morning to set up an appointment so we can discuss contract details. Welcome to the label.”

Jessica and Jimmy shook hands again with him and Clive went back to sit at the table. The group cheered and ordered more drinks.

As the night went on Harry and Hermione were now both and the only two very drunk and were making out in a chair. After the last performer, Jessica excused herself to go stand with the other contestants.

“And the winner of our grand prize, 1000 pounds and their song published by BMI, is…JESSICA BLACK!”

Everyone cheered and Molly whistled with her fingers as Jessica’s jaw drop and she grinned, accepting the check and certificate from BMI. She joined her friends and family and they congratulated her.

“I’m proud of you,” whispered James as he kissed her. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” laughed Jessica as she kissed him back.

Everyone made it back to the Burrow soon after, and Ron rolled his eyes as Harry and Hermione ran up the stairs towards Harry’s room, giggling like mad.

“How could he get over me so fast? He said he didn’t want to be in a relationship,” said Ginny.

“They’re drunk, they’re not gonna remember tonight,” said Jessica. “I wouldn’t worry.”

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Harry groaned as sunlight hit his eyes. He focused his eyes to the figure next to him.

“Hermione?” he moaned. Hermione looked at him and shrieked, pulling the covers up farther across her naked body.

“Oh my god, did we?” cried Hermione.

“Yeah,” said Harry, pulling the blanket up close to him as well.

“What happened?”

“Well, you got drunk off of firewhiskey, and I joined you, and when we got back, we must have had sex.”

Hermione smiled and leaned over him.

“I don’t regret it Harry,” she said.

“Neither do I,” said Harry. “Since we’re up here already, can we take advantage of the situation?”

“Oh I think we can arrange something,” said Hermione and she caught him up in a passionate kiss. Sparks flew inside Harry’s head and the two spent the rest of the morning making love.

“I love you,” said Harry. Hermione gasped as her eyes shimmered with tears.

“I love you too, I always have.”

They both wandered down to the kitchen later (fully clothed mind you) and smiled as Molly set some coffee in front of them.

“I hope you two learned you lesson about drinking,” said Molly.

“Yep, it landed me my best friend as my girlfriend,” said Harry. Hermione blushed as Harry kissed her.

“It’s about time,” said Molly, smiling. “Eat up dears, we’ve got a busy day ahead of us.”

“What time is it?”

“It’s noon, the wedding starts at 5, so we have a lot to do before then.”

Harry grinned.

“Today is going to be interesting,” said Harry.