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Summary: The war ended three years ago. Hermione is bored an goes out on a bar. There she finds an unexpected person, someone she hasn't seen for three years..

It all started with...

By Akkiles

1. A Bar

So as I sat there, watching some reality show on the television, I couldn't help but to wonder why I was at home, watching bad televison and drinking a glass of red wine, instead of going out clubbing and having fun. Why I was sitting there all alone, feeling bitter and lonely?So for the fourth time that week I shrugged and looked back at the television. The reality show ended, but I wasn't paying any attention to it. Every night as I watched TV I thought about going out, but I never did anything about it. And so, for the first time that week, I decided put on a nice dress, go out and have a good time.

It took me nearly a half hour to get ready. My eyes scanned towards the clock before I left my flat. It was nearly eleven o'clock. I ordered a cab to the nearest club. The car stopped in front of a place called: A Bar. I snorted at the original name but paid the cab-driver never the less and entered the bar. It was nearly half full. I made my way to the bar, sitting down in one of the barchairs.

"Can I get you something?" asked the bartender. I glanced at him. He was good-looking, tall and dark haired. I smiled at him sweetly.

"Yeah, gin and tonic?" I asked him and he nodded and started to make my drink. I looked around in the room. Only a few people were dancing. It seemed like everyone was in my shoes, drinking alone.

"Here you go," said the bartender, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Thank you." I said, taking a sip of my drink. "Here you go," I handed him money.

"One whiskey please!" said a deep male voice behind me to the bartender. The man sat down next to me, but I wasn't paying any attention to him.

"So do you come here often?" said a voice. I turned to see a slim figured man standing in front of me, holding his drink and looking cocky. I smiled knowingly.

"You know that that line is never used anymore?" I replied, raising one eyebrow. The man became awkward and cleared his through.

"...So you like bars?" he tried again. I wasn't sure if I wanted to laugh or cry for that lame atempt to impress me.

"Look it's really cute that you're trying but I'm not looking into any dates right now!" I said kindly, trying to make him go away without humiliating him.

"Look it's not like we have to go on a date, we could just have one shag," said the man hopeful. My face dropped.

"Excuse me?" I asked shocked.

"Yeah, I mean it's not like I will call you again or something..." he kept on going but I have had enough.

"Look you need to go," I said flatly, turning back to the bar. Suddenly I felt someone grab my arm.

"Why?" he asked, still holding onto my arm. But I couldn't respond for the man who sat next to me, stood up and grabbed the man. I couldn't see his face for it was cowered in a shadow.

"Look mister, just go already. She doesn't want anything to do with you!" he muttered threatingly.

"How would you know?" asked the other man stubbornly.

"Because she made it quite clear earlier. After you had finished your first sentence," he kept on going.

"You are rude!" the man replied angrily. The other man raised an eyebrow.

"You come here, walsh up to this beautiful lady, use a pick-up line from the 70's, ask her if she would like to shag and then you tell her that you wouldn't call her afterwards, then you grab her arm forcefully and call me rude!" the man roared. The other man turned awkward and excused himself. I breathed lighter and looked at my saviour. I noticed that his face was still covered in a shadow. I only saw that he was tall, dark and handsome with black hair. There was something unknown familiarity about that man.

"Thank you, you just saved me back there." I thanked him. He sat back down and took a sip of his drink.

"No problem, it's not like you needed it though. Such a strong beautiful lady as yourself can probably defend herself!" he flattered and turned to look at me. My face almost dropped. His green emerald eyes stared back at my brown ones, a scar shaped as a bolt of lightning decorated his forehead but wore no glasses.

"H...Harry?" I blurted.

Thank you. I'll update as soon as the next chapter is ready. Please review.

-Akkile