Over the next week, Harry, Ron, and Hermione settled into the Muggle world. They h ad become friends with Melissa and her husband. The three of them had agreed to call each other by their fake names even when it was just the three of them at home, so they’d get used to the names.
On Monday, they started their new jobs. They all were given jobs as secretaries, because none of them really knew anything they could do in the Muggle world as another job, not even Harry and Hermione who had grown up as Muggles. None of them were very happy with their jobs, but they accepted them for the time being.
The rest of the month went by, and Ron and Hermione left Harry alone when it was just the three of them, as Harry was still moping about Ginny.
“Sweet Merlin, Harry, you’re not this miserable around others, are you?” they heard Kingsley’s voice one Saturday afternoon. Hermione and Ron glanced at each other, and rushed into the living room.
“Of course I’m not, Kingsley. I put on the charade of a happy husband,” Harry informed Kingsley. Hermione and Ron sat down on the couch either side of Harry.
“Well, I’m just here to check everything’s alright with you guys,” Kingsley said.
“We’re all fine,” Hermione said instantly, smiling at her friends.
“Brilliant. Well, I’m not going to get your hopes up about coming back. We’re no closer to catching the left Death Eaters. I think you’ll be here for at least a year,” Kingsley said. The three friends groaned. Kingsley smiled at them apologetically.
“Well, I’ll see you all in a month,” said Kingsley, and with a pop he disappeared. Ron and Hermione stood up to leave.
“Sophie, can I talk to you for a second?” Harry asked. Hermione nodded and sat back down with a confused expression on her face as Ron left the room with an identical expression.
“What is your birthday on your birth certificate?’ Harry asked. Hermione closed her eyes briefly to remember.
“August 27th,” Hermione replied, “Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow? I thought so. Well, I think, for appearances sake, we should go out tonight. Like a date,” Harry said. Hermione nodded slowly.
“Not a real one through. Just for appearances,” Hermione confirmed. Harry gave her a small smile and nodded.
“Okay. When should I be ready?” Hermione asked. Harry thought for a moment.
“Be ready at 6:30?” Harry asked. Hermione nodded, and then walked out of the room. Harry smiled, pleased with himself. If Ginny didn’t mind if he moved on, then he would try to.
At 6:30, Harry stood down in the living room, Ron sitting on the couch, watching T.V, glancing at Harry every few minutes and rolling his eyes.
They heard steps down the stairs, and the living room door creaked open. Both boys stared at Hermione in amazement. She was wearing a tight-fitting red cocktail dress.
“You guys can put your eyes back in your head, this is for appearances sake only,” Hermione said with some amusement. The boys looked away from her body and up at her face. Hermione had left her hair out, and had only a little amount of make-up on.
“You look wonderful,” Harry admired. Hermione blushed slightly, and turned to look at Ron.
“We’ll see you later than,” Harry said to him. Ron grunted, and Harry and Hermione walked outside where a taxi was waiting. They got into the taxi, and they were driven to a restaurant. Harry paid the driver and then took Hermione’s hand as they walked up to the doors of the restaurant. The maitre’d showed them to a table, and they sat down. As time went by, they walked, and as they ate dessert, Harry leaned in close.
“Hermione,” he whispered, resulting in a glare. He amended himself, “Sophie. Is it wrong that I want you?” Hermione’s eyes widened.
“Not me. You want Sophie, because she looks good,” she whispered back. Harry shook his head in protest.
“No. I don’t think it is. It took me awhile, but I realise now I really like you,” Harry said. Hermione laughed.
“That’s ridiculous,” she said. Harry shrugged.
“Maybe,” he said. They finished their dessert, and Harry paid and called a taxi. The ride home was silent, and when they got inside, Ron noticed the tension between them, and said he was going to bed. Hermione sat down lightly on the couch, and Harry sat next to her.
“You love Ginny,” Hermione said. Harry nodded.
“Yes, but she said she wasn’t going to wait this time. I need to get over her,” Harry said. Hermione’s eyes narrowed.
“And sleeping with me will do that?” she demanded, “I can’t believe you, Harry, I thought I knew you! But you’re just a jerk!”
“I didn’t mean it like that, Hermione, I would never! I never suggested it! I just said that I wanted you,” Harry said. Hermione stood up angrily.
“Good night, Harry!” she snapped, and she stormed to her bedroom. Ron came back into the room.
“You like Hermione?” he asked with amazement. Harry groaned.
“I don’t actually want to sleep with her,” he said, “She is so bloody infuriating!” Ron laughed slightly.
“Tell me about it, mate. She’s going to infuriate anyone that she’s with,” Ron said. Harry sighed, and put his head in his hands.
“I just don’t want to be fighting with her,” Harry said quietly.
“Is that even possible?” Ron mused, “Not to be fighting with Hermione Granger is a very strange idea to me.” Harry laughed.
“That’s because until you got your act together and got together you were always fighting. Ever since you broke up, you haven’t been fighting. I can’t say I’ve missed the yelling,” Harry said. Ron laughed too, and went to leave the room.
“I hope you can sort things out with her. It seems we’ve swapped places,” Ron said, and he left the room. Harry frowned. He hoped things would be sorted with Hermione too.
AN~ Don't kill me! I KNOW that Harry woul never do anything like that...well, he would never suggest sleeping with Hermione to get over Ginny. I know that. and he doesn't suggest it. Hermione takes it the wrong way. And I NEEDED a fight between Harry and Hermione. Anyway, thanks for reading, please review!