Impromptu Plans

I don't own 'Harry Potter'

The blonde witch was absentmindedly cleaning a glass when a man she vaguely recognised sprinted through the bar and dove behind the counter, pressing himself into a dark spot as if he could turn invisible from sheer force of will.

Hannah froze and blinked repeatedly, trying to figure out just what the fuck was going on. She slowly tilted her head down and met the gaze of the crazy bloke, who had a weird combination of fear and pleading on his face as he looked into her blue eyes. It was pretty funny, in all fairness.

In her defence, she hadn't really expected to see Harry bloody Potter hiding in her bar today.

The blonde woman opened her mouth to ask – something. She wasn't really sure she wanted to know what was going on, but Hannah was the owner, so she should probably question why her old schoolmate was hiding like a child, saviour of the Wizarding World or not.

Just as she started, an unholy screech echoed through The Leaky Cauldron and Hannah automatically reached for her wand. She might have gone overboard with all of her wards, but life had taught her that you could never be too careful.

"POTTER! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE TWAT?!"

From her peripheral vision, Hannah could see Harry simultaneously grimace and pale rapidly. So, he was probably responsible for Pansy Parkinson's righteous fury, but that didn't exactly say much. The former Slytherin had once had a temper tantrum because her robes were the wrong shade of green.

Parkinson was followed into the bar by Daphne Greengrass, the blonde witch trailing with an amused smirk on her aristocratic face. Hannah took that to mean that nothing truly awful had happened, it was just Parkinson. Again.

Hannah smiled cheerfully at her newest patrons. "Long time, no see! Can I get you guys anything?"

The glare she got in response would have her younger self pissing herself on the spot. Yikes. What did you do, Harry? "Have you seen Potter come through here?"

The wizard in question twitched by her feet and she resisted the urge to laugh hysterically. Instead she settled for a friendly grin, leaning on the bar casually. You owe me for this, Potter. "You just missed him, actually. He went out the muggle way. Maybe he's gone to do something with his godson? He goes over quite often, you know. It's pretty cute, actually."

Wow, who knew he blushed so adorably?

Parkinson just scowled and spun on the spot, stalking away while muttering viciously under her breath about what she was going to do when she found a certain green-eyed wizard. Daphne just smirked even more, bade a quick goodbye, and followed her childhood friend out of the bar. And that was that.

Hannah hung the glass overhead then crouched down as if to look under the counter. Instead she turned to her old schoolmate and grinned evilly. "So … Do I even want to know?"

Harry coughed and flushed a deep red. "Err … Well – You remember Parkinson had that party last week at her flat?"

"Yes?" This is going to be good.

"And you know how she was really proud of that imported sofa? Like, really proud?"

Hannah's lips twitched. "I remember."

"Well, I may or may not have … gotten completely wankered and … kind of slept with Malfoy on it after the party …"

The witch was silent for a few moments before she snorted, slapping a hand over her mouth to muffle the cackling laughter that she couldn't contain. It wasn't her fault. Everyone had been aware of the sexual tension between Harry and Malfoy, even if it definitely wasn't romantic. They'd probably kill each other if they got together, but it was obvious that they'd fuck at some point.

Now they had. On Parkinson's sofa. Brilliant.

"Oh, Harry," she giggled, "she totally going to murder you."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, thanks for that."

"No problem," she quipped with a grin.

Harry just huffed and shifted so he could cross his legs and get more comfortable. "Isn't this where you lecture me on having a proper relationship like everyone else?"

Hannah just shrugged, mirroring his position on the floor. "It's not my life, is it? Besides, having a quick shag with someone who you're not with isn't the end of the world. Do what you want."

He just eyed her with a bemused expression before shaking his head a little. "Fair enough. What about you? Been up to much lately?"

"I went on a date with Zach."

"How was it?"

"Worst decision ever."

Harry snorted quietly. "Never would have guessed."

She rolled her eyes and smacked his arm lightly. "You arse." Hannah looked him in the eye and cocked her head. "What are you going to do now? Parkinson might be waiting outside for you. Are you going to head home?"

He hummed. "I was actually looking for something to eat, so I might head back into Diagon and look for some food."

Hannah leaned back and flicked her eyes up and down Harry's form, noticing how adult stability seemed to suit him a lot more. Harry hadn't grown that tall, but he'd filled out a bit, lost the glasses, dressed better. Even more obvious was the confident happiness. It was a good look on him. Very good.

She checked her watch and grinned before looking back up at Harry. He quirked a brow at her, a lopsided smirk on his face. If he'd gone about smiling like that at school, he would have had even more fans than he'd already had.

"My shift's almost over, you know. Why don't we go and get dinner together?"

Harry blinked. "You mean …?"

"Well, you can't be any worse than Zach," she replied blithely.

"Wow, what a great endorsement," was the sarcastic reply she got. Even so, she could see the visible interest in his eyes as they studied her form without leering. Another point to him.

He met her eyes once more and smiled warmly, less teasing and more honest. "I think I'd like that."

She returned the expression, and before he could react, she leaned forward and kissed his nose. Hannah laughed at the dazed look and cute blush, standing up so she'd be able to hand over quickly to her newest bartender.

She had a date to get to.

Hannah looked down to see Harry still on the floor and sent him a questioning look. "What, are you going to wait down there for me?"

He grinned up at her. "I'm pretty sure it's the safest place for me right now. Besides, I wouldn't want to get myself put in the hospital and deprive you of an awesome date."

The witch just laughed and went back to stocking the bar, shaking her head as she did.

Tonight was going to be fun.

A/N: Hello again!

(Hey, it wasn't a year in between updates! I'm already doing better than last time!)

I'm honestly not sure if I've ever read a fic with this couple, but Hannah does seem to be one of those characters that's always overlooked. Oh well, that's what fanfiction's for, I suppose. I think this pairing turned out pretty cute, but let me know what you think.

(It wasn't mentioned, but Neville is with Luna in this. Like most of us thought would happen in canon.)

Until next time!