Brit words: tosser: someone who is stupid or very annoying.
git: someone who is dumb. Basically the same thing a tosser.
Chapter II-
"Is Hermione there?" Harry asked as he sat in central London traffic, on his Muggle cell phone.
"Yeah just a second, Harry," Ginny said, turning to called up the stairs for Hermione.
"Wait Ginny. How are you, anything new? I haven't talked to you in a while."
"I know. Well have a new job as an editorial writer for a new magazine."
"That's spectacular! Are you glad to get away from that tosser, Malfoy?"
"Actually, I'm still working for him. He's editor-in-chief."
"Oh really? That's disappointing."
"Not exactly. He doesn't bother me."
"Hey, tell Percy that I'll be at this campaign dinner."
"Will do. Have a good time tonight, Harry. I'll let you talk to Hermione now." Ginny ran up the steeps to Hermione's room.
"Harry's on the phone for you," she said, covering the mouthpiece.
Hermione steeped across the room, adjusting her skirt.
"Hey Harry," Hermione said coolly.
"Hey, Mione. Just calling to say I might be a little late. The traffic is horrendous today."
"This is why I moved to Hogsmeade, where no one drives cars…. Well frequently anyways." She laughed.
"I'm really sorry. I'll ring you when I'm about ready to apperate to your house."
"Okay, see you then Harry. Don't worry about it."
"Thanks. I'll see you soon. Bye," Harry said, and then hung up.
"Well, what's up?" Ginny asked, curious about the conversation
"He might be late he says, which is a good thing, because I need some time to fix my hair properly."
"Just be like me; don't worry about it!" Ginny smiled, pulling on her unruly mass of red tresses.
"I can't be a confident as you. Even if you rolled around in mud and then went out, you would still look beautiful."
"No, I don't think so. You have brilliant hair, you just need to learn the right charms to fix it, and here there is this curling charm I just learned," Ginny said, opening a copy of Bewitching Hairstyles.
"Why do you have this?" Hermione asked
"I needed some ideas for the campaign dinner."
"I think I'll just stick with a bun…"
"What are you trying to do? Win a Professor MacGonnagall look-alike contest?" Ginny rolled her eyes at her friend.
"No! I just, I don't know. Fine, I'll try your curling charm." Hermione took the magazine from her, defeated.
"Okay, I'm leaving now before I get zapped with any misfired spells," Ginny joked, covering her head with her arms.
Hermione stuck her tongue out at Ginny and continued to work on her hair.
Ginny answered the door, just to see Harry standing on the door steep, looking quite handsome in a hunter green sweater and khaki trousers.
"Hi Harry. You are looking rather handsome tonight. Come in. I think Hermione will be down soon." She said opening the door wider, letting him in.
"Thanks, Gin. What are you going to do with you night alone?" Harry asked, shoving his hands into his pockets and steeping into the foyer.
Ginny ushered him into the sitting room. "Just that, more than likely, spending it along. I might take a walk up to the Three Broom Sticks later."
"So what's this new magazine all about?"
"Well it's called Phoenix Feathers. The target audience is 19-30. It will feature entertainment, editorials, fashion, night life, sex advice, things like that."
"Sounds like a big opportunity for you! To bad Malfoy has to own it."
"He isn't as bad as you guys think he is. He may be pompous, impatient, rude, stuck up git, but he is fair to me and the other employees."
Hermione came down the stairs, wearing a simple black dress with a red lace shawl draped over her shoulders. Her hair was down and in ringlets, thanks to Ginny's curling charm. She carefully walked down the stairs to the lounge where Ginny and Harry were talking.
"Wow, Mione, you clean up well," Harry smiled at her as she approached
"You too Potter! It's good to see you." She kissed his cheek and hugged Harry, smelling his nice cologne.
"You better have her home before five o clock in the morning now son," Ginny said impersonating her father, shaking a finger at him.
"I promise, that's a pretty strict curfew though…" Harry laughed.
"Have fun you two." Ginny smiled as they apperated.
'How long has it been since I had a date?' She sighed as she pulled out some parchment and a quill.
Dear Percy,
Hey, how are you? I am quite well myself. I have a new job as an editorialist for a new magazine Dragon Publishing is putting out, so I am quite happy. I was just speaking with Harry today and he informed me that he is coming to your campaign dinner. Also, surprisingly, Draco Malfoy also said he would be attending. Anyways, have a good day, and remember that I am behind you all the way!
Your loving Sister,
Ginny
She also sent letters to her mother and Ron telling them of her new job. When that task was done, she donned her cloak and took a stroll to the Three Broom Sticks for a warm butter beer.
"I'll have the chicken alfredo." Hermione replied, and handed the waiter the menu.
"Thank you. Your meals will be up shortly," The thin waiter with a fake Italian accent and a handle bar mustache said.
"I'm considering moving to Hogsmeade. London is just to busy for my liking. I'll just apperate to the Ministry everyday," Harry said, taking a sip of his red wine.
"I apperate to the lab. It's rather efficient."
"How has the research been going, by the way?"
"It's a little slow right now, but I think we are right on the verge of having a breakthrough."
"That's great. Imagine, you being the one to cure MinKinn's disease!"
"I know. It's really exciting. So how has the Ministry work going?"
"Well, the American Secretary of Magic isn't backing off on the exports policy, but somehow we'll work things out."
"I hope so. I'm tried of reading it in the Daily Prophet everyday!"
They talked lively about every topic from racing brooms (not Hermione's favorite topic), to Witch's Weekly's recent expose on Harry and Cara (not Harry's favorite subject.). Afterwards they went for a stroll in Hyde Park together.
"Harry what are you looking for?" Hermione laughed at Harry. He was craning his neck up, his eyes to the night sky sparkling with stars.
"Nothing in particular. This is the darkest place in the Greater London Area. It's ideal for star gazing if you don't want to go out to the country side."
"Then why don't we take an excursion out there?"
"I don't know. I love this park, even if it is full of Muggles. Oh look, Hermione, a shooting star!" He pointed to the sky.
"Make a wish," replied Harry softly. Hermione shut her eyes softly, and made her wish.
"What did you wish for?" He asked feeling like a teenager again.
"If I told you, it wouldn't come true," Hermione said, offering him a smile.
"How convenient. Here, take my hand." Harry said holding his hand out to her.
"What are we doing? Where are you taking me, Harry?"
"You'll see." He smiled in the darkness as they apperated.
"Harry James Potter, where on this green earth are we?" They were standing on top of a large hill overlooking a small town with orange lights a flame in the windows of the quaint cottages.
"The country side, near Bath. Hey, you have to live while you can! You asked me why I didn't go out here to see the stars, so here we are." He smiled at her under the moonlight, his face shining with happiness.
"Simple pleasures of life…" Hermione replied as she sat down in the cold grass.
"And the funny thing is, I haven't felt this good about life in ages. I'm glad I ran into you at Diagon Alley. We need to go out more."
"How about next Saturday? My choice of location, however," She replied as Harry sat next to her.
"So you can think of something better than this Granger?"
"Oh, I'm not saying this wasn't fun. Of course it was. I was thinking of visiting another one of our good friends who happens to be all alone in America…"
"I just owled Ron the other day. I'd love to go visit him."
"Great. I'll send him a letter tomorrow."
"Life is good when you guys are around. It's like perfection, Ron, you and myself. It's been written down that we be friends since the beginning of time." Harry put his arm around her.
Hermione just smiled under the moonlight, and sat closer to her best friend, still smelling his wonderful cologne. She stared up at the sky and couldn't remember how long it has been since has felt so happy.