A/N: Ok so the usual disclaimer..I own nothing, it all belongs to JKR! This is just my take on things! Now...on with the story! Please review!
Harry Potter woke up to the sound of an alarm clock blaring next to his head. He groaned and rolled over onto his back. Rubbing his eyes, he thought about his plans for the day. Harry was only nineteen but had seen more things than most people do in their entire lives. It was a year after his defeat of Voldemort and Harry was living in a flat in the heart of London. Today was the anniversary of the Final Battle, also the anniversary of many deaths. Harry climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom. He took a long shower, clearing his thoughts, and then quickly dressed. He grabbed a muffin from the kitchen and Dissapparated.
Harry arrived in a small cemetery in Hogsmeade. They had decided to dedicate this particular cemetery to those who had died in the war against Lord Voldemort and his followers. Harry visited the graves of Katie Bell and Cho Chang, leaving flowers on their tombstones. He stood solemnly, reminiscing about the two girls. After a few minutes, he turned and looked out over the rest of the cemetery. The grave yard was full, but Harry did not personally know many of the people. Most were not members of the Order but had died fighting Voldemort. He then moved on to a section that was fenced off. This was where Dumbledore and other members of the Order, including Charlie Weasley, Remus Lupin, Tonks, Luna Lovegood, and Neville Longbottom were buried. He left flowers on each of their graves also. He stopped at Dumbledore’s grave and tears began to fall down his face.
Dumbledore had not only been Harry’s mentor, but also a friend. He had guided Harry through his battle against Voldemort and offered information only he could give. His pensieve had also been crucial in Voldemort’s demise. Losing him had been heart-wrenching and Harry had not been sure if he could go on. He stood there, tears now dripping onto his shirt, remembering everything Dumbledore had done for him.
“Harry? Is that you?” said a voice, startling Harry from his memories. He slowly turned around, trying to guess who the familiar voice belonged to.
“Hermione! What are you doing here?” Harry said in surprise.
“I came to bring flowers…looks like we are here for the same reason,” she said.
“Yeah, I guess we are. How have you been Hermione?” he asked.
“I’m good, rather tired, but good all the same,” she replied.
Harry and Hermione hadn’t seen each other in 3 months. Hermione had gone to the France to continue her training as a Healer. She had chosen this career after the Final Battle, finding that she needed to help people. Not only had Hermione been away, but Harry had been very busy. He had become the youngest ever member of the Wizenmagot and had become an auror for the Ministry of Magic, rounding up the last of Voldemort’s remaining followers.
“When did you get back?” asked Harry.
“I got back about this morning. I’m glad we ran in to each other. I missed you Harry,” Hermione said quietly.
“I’ve missed you too, Herms,” said Harry.
Harry walked to Hermione and hugged her. She kissed him on the cheek and they stood holding one another for a few minutes, taking each other in. It had been a long time since they had been able to relax and they both were glad for the moment. The two of them had fought side by side against Lord Voldemort and they had watch their friends die. The scars and the pain was not something that would just go away and the only time they truly felt safe again was when they were with those that they loved. Today was a hard day for both of them and the memories came flooding back.
“Do you want to come back to my place for a cup of tea, Herms?” Harry asked , as they pulled apart.
“That sounds good,” she said.
They Apparated to Harry’s flat, arriving in the kitchen. He filled a tea pot with water and put the pot on the stove, tapping it with his wand. They sat at his kitchen table, waiting for the water to boil.
“How was your trip?” Harry asked.
“It was tiring. We really didn’t have time to do anything fun, it was mostly work. We even had to work on the weekends. The little bit of time off I got, Ron came to visit and I showed him around,” said Hermione.
“Ron visited you?” asked Harry.
“Yes, he did. Harry, well, I’ve been meaning to tell you, I just haven’t had the chance,” stammered Hermione.
“Tell me what, Herms?” Harry asked impatiently. He did not like the way this conversation was going.
“ Well, Ron and I have been dating for the past 2 months. He surprised me one of my days off and we went on a date and well….now we are engaged,” she said quickly.
“Wow! That is….that is great, Herms!” Harry exclaimed, hiding the pangs of jealousy he was feeling.
“ Really, you think so? Oh good! I was so afraid you would be upset!” Hermione exclaimed.
“ No, I‘m not upset! Why would I be upset??” Harry asked.
“I don’t know. I just had this feeling that you would. I mean its all so sudden and well I just thought……” Hermione said.
Just then, the tea pot began to whistle and Harry got up to take the water off. He poured them both a cup of water and added a tea bag to each. He put the mugs on the table and sat back down.
“I’m not upset. In fact, I’m glad for you guys! You both deserve to have someone special and you have always had feelings for each other,” he said, continuing the conversation.
"Yeah, I guess we have. Harry, you deserve someone special too. I hope you find someone,” said Hermione.
“Me too, Herms, me too,” he said.
Hermione looked up at the clock and almost dropped her cup. She stood up quickly and kissed Harry on the cheek. “I really must be going! I’ll be late if I don’t leave right now! I love you! Thank you for the tea, I really enjoyed this,” she exclaimed quickly.
“You’re welcome. I enjoyed it too. Maybe we can do it again sometime,” said Harry, surprised by her sudden outburst.
“Me too! Bye!” Hermione exclaimed. With that final statement, she Dissapperated.
Harry cleaned up the mugs and sat back down at the table. He put his head in his hands, rubbing his temples. His thoughts were on Hermione and the news that she had brought him. He new that he should be happy for them but he wasn’t. He was more jealous than anything. These feelings were surprising to him and he didn’t know how to react to them.
What is wrong with me? I should be happy for them! They obviously belong together. Why didn’t I think to visit Herms? Wait, where did that come from? My friends are getting married and that’s all I can think about? My own regrets? This is the happiest time of their lives! I have to be supportive!
Harry spent the rest of the day cleaning. He had learned when he first bought the flat that cleaning help him to calm down and clear his thoughts. He thought about the day and what had gone on. He pictured Hermione standing in front of him in the cemetery. The sun was shining on her caramel hair that was cascading down her back. A single hair curled at her neck and Harry noticed her milky skin. His eyes then traveled to her gorgeous brown eyes. He saw the look of anticipation and noticed that her lips were curved up in a nervous smile. Just then a knock at the door startled Harry and he realized he had been at the bookcase, absently dusting a leather bound book. He put down his cleaning supplies and walked to the front door, wiping the dust of his shirt as he went. He opened the door to see Ginny Weasley standing in the doorway. She smiled at him and walked into the room.
“Harry! How are you? Its been ages!” she squealed, engulfing him in a hug.
“I’ve…erm…..been good. How bout you Ginny?” he asked.
Ginny had always been popular at school and Harry could see why. She had really grown up in the past year. Her flaming red hair was long and straight and she had an hour glass figure. Harry stood in shock. They had not seen each other since the funeral for those who had died in the Final battle. Hermione quickly entered his mind but he dismissed it as nothing.
“I’ve been good! But, I could be better,” she said slyly.
She walked towards him and kissed him passionately. They moved to the couch, still kissing, and tumbled onto it. Just as Ginny had unbuttoned his shirt, they heard a loud crack. Hermione was standing in front of him, her mouth open in surprise. She burst into tears and disappeared. Harry stared at where she had stood just a second ago, trying to understand what had just happened.
“What was that all about?” asked Ginny.
“I honestly do not know. I should probably go find out though,” Harry said quietly, almost to himself.
He climbed off the couch , grabbed his wand, and Dissaparated.