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Things Don't Always Go as Planned
Chapter Twelve: Night Out
AN: Hey you guys! I'm super sorry. I know I said that I already working on the next chapter and I was. But lucky me, while I was working on my AP English homework during winter break 2 in the morning. The next day, when I was suppose to email it to my teacher, my lap top just wouldn't turn on. I know, Happy New Years!!! I lost all my files, so I had to rewrite this chapter. My apologizes. I'm still computerless, but I had to figure out to get this chapter and continue my story to you guys!!! So here you go. I'm so sorry. I hope this makes up for it!
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Harry liked learning all these childhood memories from Hermione. It showed him more of the beautiful, smart caring girl he knew and fell in love with. He loved how her eyes twinkled at happy memories and how her eyes darken a little at sad memories. Spending times like this alone with Hermione makes him wonder why he didn't realize his feeling for Hermione sooner. Or better yet, why didn't he say something.
After looking back at all the years, I can't help but feel guilty for all the years I've wasted. If I just did something sooner, maybe just maybe that ring on her left finger would symbolize a promise to me-not Ron.
As Harry and Hermione lie in their bed and replay the events that happened, they both couldn't help but think that this will be a day they will never forget.
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Ron was happy to be in America. America was so different yet similar to back home. Though he missed everyone, he was glad to have this opportunity to come here. The new shop is located just a few blocks away from Harry's dear friend, Angelo's book store. It was huge, three times size they had at Hogsmeade. Plus, it was a perfect location for the Weasleys' Wizard Wheeze.
Unfortunately, George, Angelina, and Ron spent almost every second preparing their grand opening in America they haven't got any real time to go sight seeing and exploring 'The Land of the Free'. But today was different, George decided to give a longer lunch today as a reward for working so hard getting the shop prepared for the grand opening. Ron was ecstatic hearing the news. Not only did he get to eat longer, but he could explore California by himself and not feel like a third wheel. Suddenly he remembered Hermione. He felt slightly guilty for not owling her as soon as he arrived like he promised, but then again he hasn't heard from her since he left.
Ron was walking through Palms Alley finding a place to eat. He was surprised by all the different restaurants filled with food he has never heard about. Burgers, Tacos, Hot Dog? Disrupting his thoughts he bumped into a little blonde woman.
"I'm sorry," they said at they same time.
"It's my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going," Ron said sincerely as he helped picking up the paper she dropped from bumping into each other.
"I'm sorry," he apologized again as he handle her the papers.
"Thank you," she said taking the papers before looking at him.
"Luna?!", he asked disbelievingly.
"Ronald?! What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to help George and Angelina open the new shop here. Remember the article I helped you write a while ago? What about you?"
Luna blushed at the memory, it was the best Valentine she ever had. "Oh. Daddy asked me to interview the wizard who claims to find a colony of Hora Afficeres for the Quibbler. How long are you staying here in the States?"
"We are scheduled to leave on Monday. When are you going back to London?"
"Daddy wants me to stay till Saturday,"
An awkward silence fell between the both of them until Ron's stomach growled. Ron's face turned as red as his hair while Luna giggled.
"I'm sorry. I'm just really hungry," he apologized.
"I can hear that," Luna teased.
Ron couldn't help but flash her a wide smile that would make her tummy do flip-flops. "Hey, want to join me for lunch and try this 'hotdoggy' Americans love so much?"
"Lead the way, Ronald," she said before finding their way to a hotdog stand.
As they were waiting in line, Ron couldn't help but observe Luna. She has changed so much since Hogwarts, she was no longer his little sister's friend she grew into a beautiful young woman. She was a few inches taller and curvier. Her blonde wavy hair was shorter, it flowed loosely just below her shoulders. Her grey eyes were memorizing. At the same time, she still wore her red radish earrings and her wand resting on her ear.
Luna notices Ron staring at her for a few minutes. "Ronald? Ronald. You are up next," she warned disrupting his thoughts.
"Yes?"
"We're up next," she pointed out while pointing at the hotdog stand.
"Oh. I would like three hotdogs and…" he ordered before looking at Luna. "Would you please make that four hotdogs?", Luna finished sweetly.
"Any drinks with that?", he man asked on the other side of the hotdog stand.
"Er one extra large soda and…" Ron ordered before looking at Luna again. "And a medium soda," she finished the order.
The man handed him their order and drinks. Ron paid for the food before standing to the side to add topping on his hotdog and handing Luna's her hotdog so she could do the same.
"Thank you for paying Ronald. That was very sweet of you," Luna said as she applied ketchup onto her hotdog.
"It's nothing," Ron reassured while adding all the toppings onto his hotdog.
After Ron was done adding toppings onto all three hotdogs they decided to look for a spot to eat. Luna pointed a curve on the side of the city square.
As they were eating, Luna couldn't help but admire how cute he look while stuffing three hotdogs down his throat. Other might find it disturbing, but to Luna she thought it was adorable. There was something fascinating Luna found whenever she would watch him eat. He could make anything look delicious to eat.
"Whaft? Ist there something on my phace?", Ron asked with his mouth full noticing Luna staring at him. After swallowing his food he asked again, "What? Is there something on my face?"
Luna just laughed to herself before pulling out a napkin and wiping mustard from the corner of his mouth.
He quickly began drinking his soda trying to hide his blush.
"Tha-rrrrrruuuupppppp", Ron attempted to say thanks but failed miserably and ended up burping loudly in her face. Ron turns even redder from embarrassment. "Sorry"
Luna stared at Ron with a blank expression before belching into his face louder than what he did a few moments ago. Ron looked at her surprised. I didn't even know she even had it in her. If I ever did that with Hermione she would hex me into next week. Shortly after, both of them broke into a fit of laughter.
"I'm going to throw these away. Are you finished with yours?" Luna asked.
"Yes, but I can do it myself," Ron reassured her.
"No, Ronald. You paid for my lunch, it's the very least I can do," Luna stood up and took the remaining items into the trash can.
Having a few minutes alone, he couldn't believe out of everyone in the world he would run into Luna Lovegood. He couldn't believe how much fun he was having. He couldn't believe that he was actually admiring her body earlier today. He couldn't help but feel guilty for all the times he teased her at school calling her 'Loony'. If you get pass her looniness, she is actually a really fun to be with.
Shortly after, Luna came back with two large chocolate ice cream cones. "Here you go Ronald," Luna said before handing him an ice cream cone.
"Luna, you didn't have to get me one"
"Please, Ronald I know you want it. I saw you looking at the little girl next to us with jealously as she licked her eye cream cone," she teased.
Ron laughed before accepting and eating his ice cream cold. As they were eating their ice cream cones they continued to walk around a bit.
"So, how is Hermione doing?" Luna asked trying to start a conversation.
"Hermione, she is doing fine. I haven't talked to her since I left," Ron answered honestly.
"Oh," Luna said looking down at the ground as they continued to walk.
Ron watched as her head continued to hang low as they carried on with their walk. Suddenly, he saw her begin to shiver as a cold breeze whipped right pass them. "Luna are you alright? Are you cold?"
"No, I alri-," she tried to answer before he wrapped his arm around her unexpectedly. Luna stood still shocked at the move he just pulled.
"Come on, it will keep you warm," he told her as they continued walking. Boy, was he right. A sudden rush of heat filled her whole body as well as shivers going down her spine the moment he wrapped his arm around her. Little did she know, Ron felt the same way.
Luna came to a sudden stop and Ron looked at her questionably. "My hotel is just across the street. Thanks Ronald for a wonderful lunch. I had such a wonderful time"," she cleared up.
"Oh, I had fun too," he said before forcing himself to get go of her. Why am I having a hard time letting her go? And why does she feel like she is supposed to be there?
"See you around, Ronald. Goodbye" Luna said before making her way across the street.
"I hope we can do this again before we leave!" he shouted across the street making her turn around before entering into her hotel. She stood still before turning around not believing what was coming out of his mouth.
"I would like that very much. Goodbye!" she shouted back after collecting her thoughts together ignoring the looks that there were getting from people around him. She was glad she was across the street so he couldn't see how red she turned at his comment.
"Goodbye!" he shouted back. Ron couldn't help but smile the whole time as he made his way back to the shop to help George and Angelina.
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Harry and Hermione were scheduled to drive to London later in the morning. To kill some time, Harry and Grangers were sitting in the lounge.
"Oh, Harry it was wonderful for you stay here and accompany Hermione to the wedding. Chris and I really do appreciate it," Mrs. Granger said as she leaned onto Mr. Granger's chest.
"Really, M-Jane it was purely my pleasure. You have such a lovely house and family," Harry reassured Mrs. Granger.
"Thank you Harry," Mrs. Granger said blushing at Harry's compliment.
Mr. Granger watched the blush creped up onto his wife face. "Harry, you're not trying to steal my daughter from me and my wife, are you?" Mr. Granger said with a stern face looking straight at Harry.
Harry gulped, "No. No sir I-," Harry stumbled to find the right words avoiding looking into Mr. Granger's eyes. He could be so intimating sometimes.
"Daddy!" Hermione said shockingly.
"Chris! Look what you have done, he has gone pale now." Mrs. Granger scolded.
Mr. Granger couldn't help but laugh. "I'm sorry, Harry but your face was priceless,"
Harry flashed them an innocent smile that made Hermione light headed.
She felt slightly guilty that Harry didn't get to share memories like she shares with her parents. But she knew one day he will make a wonderful father and husband. She felt a pang of jealously for the woman who will spend the rest of her life with him and mother his children, though she didn't have a clue why. Watching her parents and Harry get along so well together really made her heart swell with joy and happiness. Would Ron get along with my parents as well as Harry does? Will my parents welcome Ron with open arms once I become his wife just like they did with Harry?
"Hermione are you alright?" Harry asked interrupting her thoughts.
"I'm fine, Harry" Hermione replied giving him a reassuring smile.
"Okay," Harry said giving her hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. Hermione felt this radiating heat from his touch through out her whole body. Hermione felt this "feeling" again and it was getting harder to push aside.
Mr. and Mrs. Granger were watching curiously between Harry and Hermione. They could see how crazy Harry could make their daughter react with just a gentle squeeze of the hand. They could see the undying love Harry has for Hermione through his emerald eyes. Though, Hermione doesn't realize it yet, but she has the same undying love in her cinnamon eyes but it wasn't for Ron, but Harry.
Hermione finally stood up. "Harry we should get going," Hermione said looking into her wrist watch checking the time.
Harry got up from his seat and shortly after so did Mr. and Mrs. Granger.
"Thank you for letting me stay in your lovely house Chris and Jane," Harry thanked again giving Mr. Granger a firm handshake just before he was about to do the same to Mrs. Granger, she pulled him into a motherly hug.
"Oh, Harry. You're welcome to come and visit any time. Don't be afraid to stop by and say hello," Mrs. Granger reassured still holding on to Harry.
Harry returned the hug. "Sure thing," He replied before stepping aside so they could give their daughter a proper goodbye. Harry watched as the Grangers pulled into a group hug until Hermione broke away and hugged her father first.
"Daddy, please take care. Don't over work yourself," Hermione ordered holding on to her father.
"I promise pumpkin. I want to do the same," Mr. Granger replied as he kissed his daughter on top of her head.
Hermione smile at her dad once more before pulling her mother into a hug.
"Take care, Mum. Be sure Daddy takes care of his body. You too, don't over work yourself in the clinic,"
"Yes, and Hermione just like what your father said I hope you do the same," Mrs. Granger replied before wrapping her arms around her husband. "Goodbye you two, and drive safely. I wish you could stay longer. I guess we'll see you at the wedding," Mrs. Granger said as she watches Harry and Hermione retrieve their coats.
"Goodbye," Harry and Hermione greeted before exiting out the door and making their way to the car.
Mr. and Mrs. Granger waved a gentle goodbye to them as they drove away.
Mrs. Granger looked into Mr. Granger's eyes and flashed him a sad smile. He knew exactly what his wife was thinking. He was thinking the same thing, though he didn't like to admit it. They hoped that they would realize that they were meant for each other before it was too late.
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After a long drive to London late in the afternoon, they finally checked into their hotel room.
They were on the twelfth floor looking down the hall for their suite.
"421… 422… 423… and 424," Harry named each suite as they continued their way down the hall looking for their suite.
"424 here is our room," Hermione said before putting the key and opening the door.
"Oh, Harry the view is amazing up here. I bet London will look even more beautiful when it's dark outside," Hermione exclaimed dropping her luggage and going straight to the balcony. It was a very lovely two bedroom suite and one bath with a nice view over the city. It had a decent size for each bedroom just across the hall from each other; they even had a little kitchen area.
Harry moved her luggage on to side along with his so he could close the door before following Hermione. Harry walked up on the balcony watching Hermione lean over the railing looking down at the city. The way her curly brown hair was swaying with the breeze coming by and her beautiful smile as she scanned the city made Harry's heart leap out of his chest. She looks beautiful. "You're right the view is beautiful," Harry said keeping his eyes on Hermione.
Hermione gave Harry a gentle smile before entering back into their suite. Harry followed shortly after.
"Well, you decide which room you want," Hermione said as she retrieves her luggage to where Harry left them.
"Any room left from the one you decide you want is fine by me," Harry said shoving his hands into his pockets.
"Must you always act like a gentle man?"
"I try to," Harry teased.
Hermione let out a heartily laugh, "I think I want this room,"
"Alright then", Harry said before moving his luggage into his respected room.
"I guess we should just get ourselves settled. We'll meet back here,"
Harry nodded.
Hermione quickly went into her room and locked the door. She leaned against the door and took in a deep breath. Her heart hasn't stop beating hard since they got into the car.
"What's going on with me? This 'feeling' won't go away. Why can't I control myself when I'm around Harry?" Hermione asked herself quietly.
She waited a little while trying to control herself before removing her clothes out of her luggage and into the dresser across the queen sized bed.
"You need to control yourself, Hermione. You're a grown woman. Matter of fact, you are an engaged woman. You shouldn't be having these feeling towards Harry, your best friend," Hermione ordered herself.
Hermione let a deep sigh. Who am I kidding? I can't do anything with this 'feeling' even if I want to. I'm so confused; I just want to forget about this.
After unpacking, Hermione decided to meet Harry up in the lounge.
Hermione was surprised that Harry wasn't out of his room yet so she sat on the couch and pick up on of the magazines from the coffee table and began to read. Hermione was getting frustrated she couldn't control herself around Harry, now only being a part for a few minutes she was going bonkers. It was like she was longing to be with Harry. After skimming through all five magazines on the coffee table, Hermione decided to get up and knock on Harry's door and check on him.
Just before she was about to get up from the couch, Harry entered the room with his hair messier than usual and damped. He was wearing fresh new clothes.
"Oh, you're already here. Sorry to keep you waiting. I decided to take a nice bath after the long drive here in London," Harry apologized before smiling sweetly.
Hermione gulped, she had to admit Harry looked quite handsome with his jet black hair being all messy and wet. She let out a shaky breath, "It's okay Harry. So about the rest of the day. What do you want to do?"
Harry ran his fingers through his hair before answering, "I have no idea. What do you want to do Hermione?" Hermione decided to turn away resisting the urge to run her fingers through his hair.
"I have no idea either," Hermione answered.
They both looked around the room trying to come up with an idea of what to do the rest of the night instead of staying in the hotel all day. Hermione bit her lip as she tried to come up with an idea of what to do. Harry watched her bite her lip. Her lips look so kissable right now.
Hermione came to London with her parents a million times, but all the things they did in London were considered fun for a child not for someone around Harry and Hermione's age. As Harry and Hermione spent a few minutes brain storming ideas, telling each other suggestions, the magazines on the table caught Hermione's eyes.
"I know what we should!" Hermione exclaimed.
"What is it Hermione?" Harry asked.
"It's a surprise, I tell you later. All I can't tell you now, but just dress nice tonight. No further questions alright?"
"Alright."
Glancing at her wrist watch. "Well, we still have a few hours to kill. How about we explore the hotel?" Hermione suggested.
"Sounds like a plan," Harry said.
Harry and Hermione got out of their hotel room and decided to look at the local shops located in the hotel.
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Harry and Hermione returned to the hotel room and were getting ready for the night out. Harry was in his room deciding on something simple to wear.
Hermione was digging in her dresser looking for something to wear. "Ugh, I have nothing to wear!" Hermione said as she tossed a blouse behind her.
Her room was covered with her clothes tossed everywhere. While digging through a pile of clothes she stopped herself. "What am I doing? I'm just going out with Harry, my best friend. Why am I worrying about what to wear?" Hermione asked herself.
What is going on with me? Hermione thought to herself as she gave a quick flick of her wand and cleaned up the place.
After putting the clothes back in the dresser, Hermione just threw on a simple jumper, jeans and ballet flats. She didn't bother with her hair, knowing that it wouldn't agree with her she just pinned her bangs back. After checking if she looked alright, she headed out the door to meet up with Harry in lounge.
Hermione was making her way to the lounge when she saw Harry already sitting on the couch waiting for her.
"Hey Hermione are you ready?" Harry asked as he got up and ran his fingers though his silky messy jet black hair.
The sight of him took her breath away. He was just wearing a simple button up shirt and jeans along with converse but even though she would never let herself admit it, he looked amazing.
"Hermione?" Harry asked making sure she heard him.
Hermione shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Um-er- yes. Are you ready?"
"Yes. So where are you taking me?"
"To a club I saw down the street on our drive here." Hermione answered.
"Excuse me, did you say a club?" Harry asked making sure he heard her right.
"Yes, Harry that's exactly what I said. Why do you look so surprised?" Hermione asked slightly irritated.
"I'm sorry Hermione, but the club is the last place I picture you planning to spend our night," Harry answered honestly.
"Well, I figure you wanted to have a night out after spending two days at my parents and we can't do anything tomorrow night because the wedding is the very next day. So what better day to have fun than tonight? "
"First of all, I actually enjoyed spending those two days with your parents. Second of all Hermione wanting to have fun? The world must be coming to an end," Harry said as he opened the door for Hermione.
"Hey!" Hermione said while playfully elbowing him in the ribs. "Hermione Granger can let loose every once in a while and thank you," she said with a smile.
Harry smiled back.
The both decide to walk to the club since it was only down the street. Once they arrived at the club, they had to wait through a long line before entering.
"So, have you heard from Ron yet?" Harry asked trying to diffuse the tension.
"No actually… He must be really busy," Hermione said as if she was making an excuse not to owl Ron first.
"Oh.", Harry said taking a step closer to the entrance.
"So, have you been to any night clubs in America?"
"Yes with friends I met in America. I've only went a few times," Harry answered. "Have you been here before?"
"No I've never been here before. I've only been to wizard night clubs, but I usually go with Ginny. This is my first time going to a muggle night club" Hermione said moving forward a few more spaces closer to the entrance.
"Let's play a game called would you rather. It's a muggle game I play with my parents to kill time." Hermione suggested.
"Okay, how do you play?" Harry asked.
"Well, first I give you two situations and you have to choose one then you'll give me two situations and I have to choose one," Hermione explained.
"Okay,"
"Would you rather… be one of George's lab rat for new products for the shop or watch Ron eat at a buffet without looking away after eating?", Hermione asked taking a few step forward.
"Uh- this is difficult,"
Hermione laughed. "That's the whole point of the game Harry."
"I would rather watch Ron eat at a buffet without looking away"
"Okay, your turn come up with two situations for me to choose."
"Would you rather… burn your copyof 'Hogwarts: A History' or watch someone burn down Hogwart's library and do nothing about it?" Harry asked smirking at her.
Hermione set a deep sigh. "This one is a tough one. I would rather burn 'Hogwarts: A History'. In that way I could save many other books, beside I could replace my copy for a new one." Hermione said babbling away as they continue to move forward. "My turn again, would you rather break your Firebolt or sit in a press conference with Rita Skeeter for an hour?"
Harry gave a soft grunt. "My Firebolt is a special gift from Sirius, but then again I hate doing anything with the press not to mention Rita Skeeter." Harry stayed silent for a few minutes. "I think I would go with the press conference because they will print lies no matter what I say."
"I would make the same choice." Hermione said as they were only three people away from the entrance.
"My turn, okay Hermione would you rather fly on a broom stick by your self 250 meters off the ground or ride with me and do Wronski Feint three times in a row?"
"A Wonk-Faint?" Hermione asked making sure she heard him correctly.
"A Wronski Feint." he corrected.
"Oh whatever." Hermione said rolling her eyes as they continued to step forward and get closer.
Hermione stood silent for a while, thinking long and hard about making her decision. She bit her lip along with the process. Harry stood there and watched her carefully, memorizing every detail. I have to admit, she looks amazing tonight, even though she just wearing a simple jumper and jeans. Plus, I love the way she bites her lip when she is deep in thought, it makes her lips look undesirably kissable.
Interrupting his thoughts, Hermione finally spoke up. "I think I would rather ride with yo-" Hermione started until the body guard interrupted.
"Hello, welcome to Night and Day club", he greeted as he unclip the red rope.
Hermione flashed a sweet innocent smile before leading their way into the club. That sweet innocent smile wasn't so sweet and innocent to Harry's body. Her smile made his stomach turn and flip over.
The club was crowded. There was people dancing, drinking, relaxing everywhere. The music was loud and deafening. There were lights flashing everywhere. It smelt like sweat, smoke, and alcohol.
"I'll find us a seat," Harry shouted.
"What?!" Hermione yelled back.
He leaned closer to her ear, making her legs go weak as she could feel the heat of his breath hit against her soft skin. "I'll find us a seat", He repeated loud enough for her to hear but not deafen her.
She nodded okay as she made her way to the bar. When she finally arrived she decided to take the empty seat in front of her as she ordered two beers. Hermione took a few minutes to recollect herself before finding Harry.
After getting up, she found Harry near the back of the club. He found a table where it was quieter and had more privacy. She smiled at the sight of him and made her way through the crowd towards Harry. Her smile soon faded away slowly as she caught a sight of a blonde girl flirting with Harry. Something hit her, and it hit her hard. What am I feeling? I can't be jealous. I'm NOT Harry's girlfriend and Harry isn't mines. He is free to do anything he wants, remember Hermione you are engaged.
Hermione released a deep sigh before finally making her way to Harry. She cleared her throat and glared at the blonde, who was basically throwing herself at Harry.
"Oh", the blonde girl said with an irritating high pitched voice before walking away.
Harry looked at her with concern as she handed him his beer. "Hermione is there something wrong?"
"No, of course not", Hermione lied. Harry didn't look convinced so she forced a smile. Harry, knew her smile was forced and decided to let it go.
Hermione sighed in relief. Harry and Hermione both took at sip of their beer as they sat in awkward silence.
Harry was tracing his finger on the water ring left from where his beer was left earlier lost in his own thoughts. Hermione couldn't have gotten jealous, right? Harry shook his head. You're crazy Potter! She obviously doesn't see you in that way. You're just her best friend nothing more nothing less. Harry took another sip of his beer from the depressing thought.
Hermione too was lost in her own thoughts. She was confused and frustrated over these feelings she recently developed. I just want to forget about it. I just want to forget about these feelings about Harry, the engagement, everythingeven for one night. Hermione gulped down her whole beer down her throat. She never could handle alcohol very well-usually one or two glass of wine, but tonight she was going to let go.
Harry shot her a concerned look. "Hermione, I think you should slow down on the beer."
"Oh, come on Harry I'm just having fun! You should too!" She replied.
Shortly, a waiter arrived at their table. "Would you like anything sir? Ma'am?"
"I would like two beers one for Harry and one more me." Hermione answered.
"-Actually, make that one. I'm good for now" Harry added showing him his beer bottle. The waiter nodded and disappeared into the crowd.
"Hermione are you sure you're alright?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Harry."
Harry shot her an unconvincing look and ran his fingers through his jet-black hair and taking another sip of his beer. Again, he decided not to push it, "So what was your answer?"
"Excuse me?", Hermione asked unaware about what he was talking about.
"Would you rather fly by yourself 250 met-" Harry said before he was cut off.
"Oh, yeah." Hermione said remembering cutting Harry off. "I rather ride with you." Hermione answered.
Harry raised his eye brows. "With me? Why?" Harry asked surprised.
Hermione shrugged her shoulders as the waiter came back with her beer. "Anything else?", he asked.
"Yeah, I would like a margarita." Hermione ordered. Again, the waiter nodded before making his way back to the bar.
"Why?" Hermione repeated continuing their conversation. "I'm not so sure. I guess, if I ever had to go flying I would rather ride with you. After watching you on a broom all these years, you seem to know what you are doing and you enjoy it. It's quite a sight. Not to mention I feel safer when I'm with you- especially when it comes to flying." Hermione answered nonchalantly.
Harry smiled at her response. Hermione had to look away, her heart was beater louder than the bass in the club. Hermione was getting even more confused by the second. She took her beer and gulped half of the bitter liquid down her throat feeling the burning sensation in her throat.
Flashbacks from third year entered her mind. She remembered what it felt like holding on to Harry as they rode on Buckbeat to save Sirius. Though she has a fear of flying, she never felt so safe holding on to him- she had this strange feeling like she belonged with Harry. That certain memory made her question herself. Did I always have this 'feeling' towards Harry?
Harry shot her another disapproving look but decided not to do anything about it. Did she really say that she rather ride with me than by herself? He thought as he took another sip of his beer trying to hide his satisfaction smile.
Hermione finally gathered up her courage and glanced at Harry. He was deep in thought, she could see it- in his eyes. In that very moment she realized that this 'feeling' towards Harry was no longer just friendship or how a sister feels towards her brother, it was much more than that. But was it attraction? Lust? Or even if she dare say it love?
Hermione didn't want to deal with that right now, all she wanted to do was forget. "Forget" Hermione's thoughts echoed in her mind. Hermione reached for her beer and gulp the other half down her throat. As she began to feel the bitter liquid slide down her throat, it was as if all her problems slowly slid down her throat and out of her mind as well.
Soon Hermione began to feel the alcohol kick in, her vision began to blur. The waiter arrived with Hermione's margarita. "Thank you," Hermione said as she took a sip of her drink as she began to sway along with the music playing in the club. Suddenly, Hermione's eyes grew wide, "Harry! Let's go dancing!", Hermione suggested standing up from her seat.
Harry laughed and shook his head, "No thank you. If you remembered back in forth year I don't dance."
Hermione laughed at the memory. "Oh come on Harry! Please, all you have to do is sway with the music.", Hermione begged.
"I'm perfectly fine here, watching our table."
Hermione sighed then made her way to the dance floor after she took another sip of her drink.
Harry laughed to himself as he watched Hermione danced and swayed to the music. He smiled as he continued to watch her and took another sip of his beer. His smile quickly turned into a frown as he watch a tall lean male decided to dance up on Hermione, which Hermione was totally oblivious to because she was tipsy.
Harry quickly gulped down his beer before making his way to Hermione and this bloke.
Hermione was just swaying with the music, not aware of the man grinding on top of her. She was more focused on the numb feeling she was feeling right now.
Harry loudly cleared his throat loud enough to hear over the music. But the man ignored Harry and continues to dance on Hermione. Losing his patience, Harry tapped on the bloke's shoulder. The man turned around and told Harry to find his own girl to dance on. His comment made Harry lose it, Harry grabbed the man's shoulder forcing him to turn around before punching him on the face. The man fell onto the floor holding on to his now broken nose.
"Harry!", Hermione screamed putting herself between the man and Harry. Quickly security enter the scene and just before they could say anything, Harry picked up Hermione and threw her over his shoulder, "Don't worry we were just leaving." Harry said.
Harry ignored her and continued to walk towards the exit with Hermione over his shoulder. Once they finally made their way out of the club, he finally put her down and allowing her to walk.
Harry allowed Hermione to walk a few steps ahead of him. Harry laughed to himself as she watched Hermione stagger left and right.
Suddenly, Hermione stop walking and fainted. Fortunately, Harry was right behind her and caught her before she fell down. "Hermione are you alright?", Harry asked concerned while holding her in his arms.
Her eyes fluttered open. Harry felt his heart flutter as well as his emerald eyes came on contact with her brown ones. "Harry?"
"Yes?"
"There are five of you". Harry chuckled to himself as she pointed her figure out and attempted to count the 'Harrys'. "And Harry?"
"Yes?"
"I'm tired.", Hermione said weakly.
"I know.", Harry replied with a smile before picking Hermione up in his arms as they made their way back to the hotel. Harry tried to control his heart as Hermione snuggled her face into the crook of his neck. Silently hoping she couldn't tell how fast and hard his heart was pounding because of her.
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The sun is filling up the room
And I can hear you dreaming
Do you feel the way I do right now?
I wish we would just give up
Cause the best part is falling
Call it anything but love
And I will make sure to keep my distance
Say "I love you" when you're not listening
How long can we keep this up, up, up?
And please don't stand so close to me
I'm having trouble breathing
I'm afraid of what you'll see right now
I give you everything I am
All my broken heart beats
Until I know you understand
And I will make sure to keep my distance
Say "I love you" when you're not listening
How long can we keep this up, up, up?
And I keep waiting
For you to take me
You keep waiting
To save what we have
So I'll make sure to keep my distance
Say "I love you" when you're not listening
How long can we keep this up, up, up?
Make sure to keep my distance
Say "I love you" when you're not listening
How long till we call this love, love, love?
"Distance" By Christina Perri
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They finally made their way back to the hotel with no problems. Harry opened Hermione room with Hermione still in his arms. Harry took a second staring at Hermione, who fell asleep in his arms. She is so beautiful. I just want to hold her in my arms forever. Harry let out a sigh before putting Hermione into her bed.
He transformed her clothes into pajamas and took off her shoes before tucking her in. Harry sat next to her at the edge of the bed. Harry took another moment to look at Hermione as she slept peacefully with her curly brown hair fanned out on the pillow. He stared at her perfection and beauty. Harry absentmindedly brushed a piece of hair out of her face and behind her ear.
"Hermione, you don't know how crazy you make me feel. How the sight of you makes my heart want to pound out of my chest. How I can't breathe with you near me. And you don't know how much it kills me to see you with him. But as long as your happy, I'm happy.", Harry said looking at Hermione watching her sleep.
Harry gazed move onto the floor. "If I only knew what I know now. Maybe, just maybe you would be mines. But don't worry, I will make sure to keep my distance."
Harry got up from the bed and looked at Hermione once again, " I'll do it, even though it kills me Hermione. I'll do it because I love you, Hermione." Harry said just above a whisper before bending down and kissing Hermione on her forehead.
I always wanted to say that to you, but I guess, only when you're not listening will do for now. Harry thought to himself before turning out the lights and heading to his bedroom.
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AN: Whoo! That was a long chapter!!! Oh, things are heating up between our favorite pairs. Stay tune and review to find out what happens next! I hope it makes up for not updating sooner! Sorry, if any of the characters are OOC, I just needed to tweak them out a bit so they will fit perfectly for the plot I planned out. I just want to dedicate this chapter to one Anonymous reviewer who told me in the last review about how the chapter reminded them of the song "Distance" by Christina Perri. I finally listened to the song, I absolutely fell in love with it! So I decided to base the end of the chapter from the song! If you haven't heard the song! I highly suggest it! I hope you guys liked the long chapter! Please Review!