Trifling Women

Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own Harry Potter. sign. Life really is truly unfair.Though plot is very much mine.
This story was inspired by Eamons song...which unbelievebly i cannot remember the name. lol. I'm so lame. So anyways thats where the idea came from. Enjoy.

Harry was walking around the park on his way to visit his girlfriend, Amanda Smith. They had been going steady for a year and a half now and Harry loved her with all of his might and he was positive that it was reciprocated. He wanted to surprise her in her flat since, both having very hectic weeks at their respective jobs, had not seen each other properly and he was itching for her touch. He decided to walk to her flat as she did just live a couple blocks away; the air and exercise would do him good.

He lived with his best friends of 10 years Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. All three were very successful in their line of work. Harry and Ron in the dangerous field of being Quidditch players, both playing for the England national team and Hermione had a chain of her very own library going. Even after the defeat of Voldemort a year after they graduated from Hogwarts and the whole drama of the war had died down they were still spotted out on the streets and asked for an autograph which is exactly how Harry had met Amanda. He smiled at the memory on that day in Diagon Ally. They were shopping for a birthday present for Ron when Harry and his trained eye spotted a girl that was staring intently at him. Now dubbed as the 'Boy Who Lived and Killed' he knew that she was bound to approach him.

Today he was glad that she did indeed. He had grasped Hermione's hand and started pulling her when he noticed that the mystery girl's friend started dragging her in his direction. Still not one to be too fond of attention he walked faster than he already was with Hermione finally catching on to what had caused the sudden burst of speed. He looked back to see that they were still tailing him and were gaining fast. Right when he whipped his head around he had to stop as a carriage rode right in front of him like the trains in the muggle places. He signed in defeat when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned and he felt the beauty of this mystery girl take his breath away. Hermione was forgotten as the young lady began speaking to him.

She looked at him with shy brown eyes, much like Hermione's. "I'm really sorry to bother you but you see my friend over there spotted you and started bugging me to get your autograph since she's too chicken." She pointed to a spot behind her and he saw a girl that was dressed like a tramp. She had a barely there, skin tight skirt and a tube top. Her blonde hair was stick straight and hung down to her bottom. He looked back at the nameless girl and saw that they were total opposites. One was bold the other shy, sluttish and conservative, blonde and brunette, petite and slim. The nameless girl had on jeans, a tank top and sandals. Her brown and black hair was down to her mid back in loose ringlets shining and begging to be touched, much like Hermione's.

Harry came back to reality and gave the mystery girl a dazzling smile before sticking his hand out. "That is perfectly alright," he stopped talking so she could fill her name in.

She smiled back and him and shook his hand. "Amanda Smith."

Hermione decided to let herself be known. "Hermione Granger and pleased to meet you."

"Oh wow today must be my lucky day. You are my idol Ms. Granger. When I heard of all your accomplishments I looked up to you with a newfound respect you could not imagine. I am so glad to have graduated from the house of my hero. All my friends made fun of me but I didn't care and to meet you in person is such an honor."

Hermione blushed but looked pleased at the compliments. "Well I'm glad that I inspired somebody through my work."

Harry interrupted, "So how about that autograph now, I'm sure your friend is getting impatient." He grabbed the parchment and the Everlasting Ink Quill that she handed him. He tore the parchment in two writing his name and a greeting on one piece and his number on the other.

"This is for your friend," he handed her the piece with his signature, "and this is for you," he added with a wink while handing her the piece with his number and Call me written on there. Now it was Amanda that blushed as she grabbed the parchment, stuttered a thank you and walked off towards her friend. Harry stared at her intently trying to decipher his new feelings. He turned around and saw that Hermione was gone. Good going Potter. Try to get a girl and shun the other.

He was brought back to the present when he noticed that he passed Amanda's house. He retraced his steps and went up to her front door with the numbers 711 in diagonal on the door. Instead of knocking he fished out his spare key that she had given him a while back and quietly opened the door, hoping that it wouldn't squeak.

He was met with silence but figured that she was in the bathroom as she probably just got in from work. He walked quietly up the steps but stopped when he heard a noise that sounded oddly like a mattress squeaking. He tip toed toward Amanda's bedroom becoming suspicious at the same time. As he neared he saw that her bedroom door was open a crack but that was enough to allow him to see inside and what he saw was not pleasant at all.

Thanks for reading. Hope you all liked. I was wondering if all the people that read my other story, or one shot, would like me to go on with it and if i get enough reviewswink wink and suggestions i might take it up. Also if you would like me to go on with this one, i would like feed back. I know, im asking for alot of suggestions but i would really like to know your ideas. So go review review review. Lol. Adios.