Hermione warily looked up at the small clock on her desk. It was five
o'clock; time to go home. She carefully stacked all of the papers on her
neat and orderly desk, stood, and disapperated from her large office to her
flat. Hermione sighed, glad to be home. She loved her job, but it was very
hard sometimes, and it felt great to just come home and relax every
evening.
Hermione went to her window and brought in the copy of The Daily Prophet that the News Owls had dropped off earlier that day. She sat in a comfortable chair and looked down at the front page. It pleased her to see a picture of her best friend from school, Harry Potter, on the front page. She wished that she had kept in touch with Harry and Ron after graduation, but everyone suddenly became so busy as they got new jobs.
Hermione smiled down at the picture of Harry, which was zooming around the page on a brand new FireStar broom. Under the picture was the headline: Potter Chosen As Seeker for Quidditch Cup. She really did miss him. At Hogwarts she thought that she, Harry, and Ron would remain best friends their entire lives, and here she was, twenty-two years old and she had hardly spoken to either boy since Hogwarts. It wasn't entirely Hermione's fault, though. After school had ended, the three got very time-consuming jobs. Harry was playing Quidditch professionally, Ron was a chief editor of the Daily Prophet, and Hermione now held an important position at the Ministry of Magic.
Hermione felt a pang of loneliness. Though she would never admit it, she still had a bit of a crush on Harry. She wished she didn't, she had hardly spoken to him in five years. 'How pathetic,' she thought, 'still in love with someone I haven't seen since school.' Hermione slowly shook her head, suddenly feeling very tired. She stood and went to bed without even bothering to read the rest of the paper.
* * *
Harry Potter had just finished a grueling Quidditch practice and was exhausted. He threw himself down on the couch in his flat, ready to take a nice long nap. Suddenly the door opened. Harry winced as he heard a female voice call his name. He wasn't in the mood to talk to her now, he just wanted to sleep! Why did she always choose the most inopportune times to come over?
Padma Patil came into the room, smiling brightly. "Have a hard practice?" she asked sympathetically.
Harry nodded.
Padma pushed Harry's legs off the couch and sat down. "Well, I was just in the neighborhood and I decided to stop by," she said.
Harry wished she hadn't decided to stop by, which is a horrible thing to think about your girlfriend, but she had the worst habit of coming over and trying to get Harry to go out to eat or to the theater when he was the most worn out, and it was very irritating. It seemed like all she wanted to do was show him off, and Harry hoped to God that this wasn't true.
"There's a new play in town that looks really good," Padma said, looking at Harry.
"Mmmm."
"I have tickets. Would you like to see it?"
"I don't know, I'm really tired."
"Well, I already bought the tickets! I don't want to waste my money, Harry."
She looked beautiful when she was stubborn, Harry noticed.
"Fine, I'll go," he muttered. He was so whipped. He slowly stood up and went to take a shower and put on some nice clothes. Then he went back to the living room and sat on the couch, hoping he wouldn't fall asleep during the play. If he fell asleep, Padma would be furious.
While he was waiting for Padma to finish touching up her make-up, he picked up a copy of The Daily Prophet and began to read. He winced, seeing himself on the front page; he hated having so much publicity. He lazily flipped through the rest of the paper, but then something caught his eye. It was an article about Hermione and her job at the Ministry of Magic.
Harry wished that he had been a better friend and stayed in touch with Hermione and Ron, but as soon as they finished at Hogwarts, everything began to happen so fast. He wondered what Hermione was doing now, aside from her job. He wondered if she had a boyfriend, he hoped not. Then he inwardly chastised himself for thinking such thoughts about Hermione. What had happened between them at Hogwarts was over, and his girlfriend was now Padma, so he should just get over Hermione. But that might not be as easy as he'd hoped.
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How was it? If I continue with this fic, it may be a while before I update because I've got a lot to do, plus I'm in the middle of writing about six fics at once. I don't know. Anyway, review if you want me to continue or if you have any other input. Thanx!
~Super Nova~
Hermione went to her window and brought in the copy of The Daily Prophet that the News Owls had dropped off earlier that day. She sat in a comfortable chair and looked down at the front page. It pleased her to see a picture of her best friend from school, Harry Potter, on the front page. She wished that she had kept in touch with Harry and Ron after graduation, but everyone suddenly became so busy as they got new jobs.
Hermione smiled down at the picture of Harry, which was zooming around the page on a brand new FireStar broom. Under the picture was the headline: Potter Chosen As Seeker for Quidditch Cup. She really did miss him. At Hogwarts she thought that she, Harry, and Ron would remain best friends their entire lives, and here she was, twenty-two years old and she had hardly spoken to either boy since Hogwarts. It wasn't entirely Hermione's fault, though. After school had ended, the three got very time-consuming jobs. Harry was playing Quidditch professionally, Ron was a chief editor of the Daily Prophet, and Hermione now held an important position at the Ministry of Magic.
Hermione felt a pang of loneliness. Though she would never admit it, she still had a bit of a crush on Harry. She wished she didn't, she had hardly spoken to him in five years. 'How pathetic,' she thought, 'still in love with someone I haven't seen since school.' Hermione slowly shook her head, suddenly feeling very tired. She stood and went to bed without even bothering to read the rest of the paper.
* * *
Harry Potter had just finished a grueling Quidditch practice and was exhausted. He threw himself down on the couch in his flat, ready to take a nice long nap. Suddenly the door opened. Harry winced as he heard a female voice call his name. He wasn't in the mood to talk to her now, he just wanted to sleep! Why did she always choose the most inopportune times to come over?
Padma Patil came into the room, smiling brightly. "Have a hard practice?" she asked sympathetically.
Harry nodded.
Padma pushed Harry's legs off the couch and sat down. "Well, I was just in the neighborhood and I decided to stop by," she said.
Harry wished she hadn't decided to stop by, which is a horrible thing to think about your girlfriend, but she had the worst habit of coming over and trying to get Harry to go out to eat or to the theater when he was the most worn out, and it was very irritating. It seemed like all she wanted to do was show him off, and Harry hoped to God that this wasn't true.
"There's a new play in town that looks really good," Padma said, looking at Harry.
"Mmmm."
"I have tickets. Would you like to see it?"
"I don't know, I'm really tired."
"Well, I already bought the tickets! I don't want to waste my money, Harry."
She looked beautiful when she was stubborn, Harry noticed.
"Fine, I'll go," he muttered. He was so whipped. He slowly stood up and went to take a shower and put on some nice clothes. Then he went back to the living room and sat on the couch, hoping he wouldn't fall asleep during the play. If he fell asleep, Padma would be furious.
While he was waiting for Padma to finish touching up her make-up, he picked up a copy of The Daily Prophet and began to read. He winced, seeing himself on the front page; he hated having so much publicity. He lazily flipped through the rest of the paper, but then something caught his eye. It was an article about Hermione and her job at the Ministry of Magic.
Harry wished that he had been a better friend and stayed in touch with Hermione and Ron, but as soon as they finished at Hogwarts, everything began to happen so fast. He wondered what Hermione was doing now, aside from her job. He wondered if she had a boyfriend, he hoped not. Then he inwardly chastised himself for thinking such thoughts about Hermione. What had happened between them at Hogwarts was over, and his girlfriend was now Padma, so he should just get over Hermione. But that might not be as easy as he'd hoped.
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How was it? If I continue with this fic, it may be a while before I update because I've got a lot to do, plus I'm in the middle of writing about six fics at once. I don't know. Anyway, review if you want me to continue or if you have any other input. Thanx!
~Super Nova~