Any Random Tuesday

Chapter Nine
Harry sighed to himself as he returned to the conference room with a cup of coffee. He had needed to take a break from reading after the first few entries in Hermione’s journal. He was scared by what he didn’t know about her and hurt that she hadn’t felt she could confide in him. It was hard to find out that your best friend had been struggling and you didn’t even notice. After the war Harry had been so happy that he had failed to see what Harry know recognized as the beginnings of post traumatic stress disorder.
Harry entered the conference room and sat back down at table. He pulled the open journal close to him and began to read:

8-12-98
I had another nightmare last night. Tonight it was like I was reliving the final battle only this time Voldemort killed Harry. He was lying dead at my feet. I have started to fear going to sleep. I think I am going to have to brew myself a dreamless sleep potion.

8-14-98
School starts soon. I am hoping it will help take my mind off everything that has happened. Ginny sent me an Owl today. She wanted to go shopping at Diagon Alley, I told her I was busy. I don’t know why I can’t stand to be around my friends anymore.

8-22-98
I got a job at a café.

8-29-98
I started classes today at University. I am hoping that schoolwork and work will keep me busy. I don’t want to have time to think.

10-25-98
Imagine my surprise when I met Draco Malfoy at the department party tonight. Turns out he and I are in the same specialty. We talked about classes and ambitions while heavily imbibing from the punch bowl. I’m not sure how it happened, but we ended up in a closet together. He was amazing. They don’t call him the Slytherin sex god for nothing. Ron was never that good. I know that Draco and I have had our differences, but I think he has changed since the end of the war.
I did not want to ever know that Harry thought to himself as he finished reading the entry. I never thought Hermione would be the type to do it in a closet, then again I never thought she would be involved with Malfoy either.
“Hey Harry. How’s the reading?” Malfoy asked as he walked into the conference room looking smug.
“Alright,” Harry began, “I now know how you two hooked up, but I am also learning that I didn’t know Hermione as well as I thought.”
“Did you find anything that would suggest foul play?”
“No. It seems to me that Hermione was suffering from PTSD, which would support Gwen’s theory that she ran away.”
“I did a little bit of research on PTSD. After the war I came across it in a muggle magazine and thought that it was applicable to the war survivors.”
“Do you want to look at this and see what you think?” Harry asked pointing to the journal in front of him.
“Sure.”
“I’ll just look at this later one, “Harry offered as he passed the purple journal to Draco and picked up another from the table. He flipped it open to the first page and read: Hermione Jane Granger 1999. This must be the most recent he thought to himself before continuing on to the first entry.

September 25, 1999
Just another day filled with work and school. I’m so tired of this life.

October 16th 1999
I had another nightmare last night. They always seem so real. It’s like I relive the war at night.

October 21st 1999
I think Draco is starting to want more. I don’t want a relationship and I especially don’t want a relationship with someone who knows my past. I am so tired of being Hermione Granger the friend of Harry Potter who helped to defeat Voldemort. Everyone has expectations of me, of who I am supposed to be. How can I deny them their preconceived notions?

“Why didn’t we read these to begin with?” Harry asked as a pit formed in his stomach. “It is obvious from these that she chose to leave.”
“We didn’t think she would do that,” Draco answered looking up from the journal.
“We started out with preconceived notions,” Harry mumbled.
“What does the last entry say?” Draco asked.
“I can’t take it anymore. I don’t want to be Hermione Granger,” Harry read.
“I guess it will never be more than a missing person’s.”
“I guess so. What do you think about the PTSD?”
“The symptoms are definitely there. I’m surprised she didn’t figure it out for herself,” Draco answered.
Harry sighed to himself, “I guess I should contact Gwen. Oh. How is your research going?”
“Slowly. It is amazing how many cases Tonk’s was involved in,” Draco answered, “This has been my break.” Harry laughed as he walked out the door.


“Harry?” Ginny asked from the kitchen upon hearing the front door open and close. It had been more than twenty four hours since she had last seen him at her mother’s.
“Yeah, it’s me,” Harry answered as he entered the kitchen.
“Where have you been?”
“Work.”
“Oh,” she answered. They both stood several feet apart staring at the floor as the awkward silence took hold. “Why didn’t you come home last night?”
“I had work to do.”
“Really? Or did you not want to come home?” Ginny spat.
“I had work,” he repeated.
“You embarrassed me,” Ginny yelled, “in front of my entire family. How do you think that looked to them? You leaving with another woman?”
“Don’t be like that Gin.”
“What am I supposed to do? Look the other way while you fool around with another woman?”
“Whoa! Where did that come from?” Harry hissed, “I would never.”
“You left with another woman!”
“I left with a co-worker who needed my help,” Harry shouted back enraged by Ginny’s accusations.
“How exactly did you help her Harry?”
“You are being absurd. I’m leaving,” Harry answered before turning away from her.
“Wait,” she pleaded grabbing a hold of his arm, “Don’t go.”
“I am not going to just stand here and let you abuse me, “he answered angrily as he tried to push her off.
“Harry,” she cried sinking to the floor sobbing. Harry turned to leave but her sobs pulled at his heart.
“Ginny what’s wrong?” he asked feeling annoyed.
“You don’t love me!”
“What? Ginny, how can you say that?” he asked sinking down next to her on the floor.
“You’re always working. And you are always with her.” Ginny sobbed.
“Gwen?” he asked. Ginny nodded in response. “I am not always with Gwen. I have only been working with her for about two or three days. And even still I spend more time with Malfoy. He’s who you should be more concerned about.”
“Really?” Ginny laughed as she wiped at her eyes with her sleeve.
“Yes. I mean Malfoy is always there. It’s like he’s in love with me or something. And you know he got Hermione to sleep with him so there is not telling what he could get someone like me to do. I am no way near as smart as her.”
“Stop it,” Ginny laughed.
“Are you convinced that I am not going to leave you for anyone but Malfoy?” Harry asked.
“Yes,” she laughed.
“So, why are you being so jealous?”
“I’m fat.” Ginny pouted breaking out into fresh sobs.
“What? Gin, you are only two months pregnant. You don’t look any different to me,” Harry soothed pulling her against him, “Besides you don’t get to say your fat until you are 7 months pregnant.”
“What? Since when was that a rule?” Ginny asked jokingly.
“Since you told me you were pregnant,” Harry answered leaning down to kiss her lips. He began to pull away, but Ginny deepened the kiss and pulled him against her. She drew her hands through his hair and down his arms. Harry began to stroke her nipple through her shirt as she pulled at the button on his jeans.
“Do you want to go upstairs?” Harry asked. Ginny shook her head as she freed his cock from his pants. Ginny lowered herself to the floor and looked at him with a smirk.
“I’m not wearing any underwear,” she informed him with a smile. That was all that Harry needed to hear. He pushed up her skirt and stroked her glistening pussy with one finger. Ginny moaned and pushed herself against him. Harry kissed her deeply as he fingered her wet folds gasping at her tightness.
“Harry,” she said as she put her hand on his stopping his motion, “I’m more than ready.”
Harry groaned as he pulled her fingers out of her. He licked the digits slowly as she stared up at him hungrily. Ginny pulled herself up to kiss him before lowering herself to the floor and spreading her legs. Harry quickly straddled her and positioned himself at her entrance.
“Gods,” he moaned as he pushed into her hot tight wetness and began to thrust. They moved together slowly at first and then increasing in speed as they became closer to release.
“Harry,” Ginny screamed as her muscles spasmed around his member sending him over the edge.
“I like make up sex,” Harry said with a smile.


Ron glanced at his watch for the third time in five minutes before scanning the path in the front of him for any signs of Gwen. He sat on a wooden park bench at the park that they had agreed to meet at earlier that day. Ron watched as two little boys tossed a ball between them. One failed to catch the bright orange bouncy ball and wobbled across the grass on his chubby baby legs to get it. Ron gasped as the little guy lost his balance and fell on his bottom. For a moment it looked like he was going to cry, but then he started crawling towards the ball. Ron smiled as the little boy triumphantly reached the ball and hauled himself upright to toss it back to the other boy.
“What you watching?” Gwen asked sitting down beside him.
“The little boys playing with the bright orange ball,” Ron answered without looking away.
“You like kids?”
“Yeah. I always thought Hermione and I would have a house full. I actually thought about being a stay at home Dad because I know how much she likes or liked to work,” Ron answered as a lump formed in his throat at the memory.
Gwen laughed to herself, “It seems like Hermione’s most well known characteristic was her work ethic.”
“It’s what we teased her about most, so of course it’s the most quickly to come to mind.”
“She was an only child wasn’t she?” Gwen asked.
“Yes.”
“How did she get along with your family? I mean it must have been very different for her to be around all those people.”
“You must be an only child too,” Ron began. Gwen nodded her head and Ron continued, “I think the Weasleys are a shock to everyone. We aren’t exactly your conventional wizarding family by any means and then if you’re not even from the wizarding world it’s even more of a shock.”
“Because your family is weird.”
“I prefer eccentric or unique,” Ron teased, “But really they weren’t that bad when you were there yesterday. I mean sure they were angry about Hermione, but it would have been ten times worse if Fred were still alive. Fred was George’s identical twin. He died in the war. It was like George had lost half of himself.”
“I’m sorry,” Gwen muttered.
“Fred and George used to drive my mother crazy with their antics. They use to get themselves into more trouble at Hogwarts. She was always sending them Howlers.”
“They sound like fun.”
“Oh they were,” Ron sighed, “I’m sorry. I’ve gotten off topic. I know you wanted to talk about Hermione.”
“I don’t mind, but you’re right.”
“Ask me a question. What do you want to know?”
“How did you and Hermione meet?”
“Our first year at Hogwarts. I thought she was an insufferable know it all. She knew the answer to everything. It drove me crazy.”
“So when did that change?” Gwen asked.
“It’s hard to say for sure. I think it was in our fourth year at the Yuletide Ball. She went with Viktor Krum. That was the first time I noticed she was a girl. She was she beautiful that night.”
“There’s nothing like jealousy to make a man realize his true feelings,” Gwen mused with a smile.
“Oh what do you know of it?” Ron joked.
“Only what I’ve observed,” Gwen answered.
“Really? You have never had a boyfriend?”
“Nope.”
“A girlfriend?”
“No,” Gwen responded in disgust, “Why do you find that hard to believe?”
“You’re beautiful,” Ron answered. Gwen blushed and began to fidget. “I’m sorry. I’ve made you uncomfortable.”
“Yes. I’ve never really talked to anyone like this before. And that… well it was unexpected,” Gwen responded looking at the ground.
“Ask me another question,” Ron answered attempting to save the conversation.
“No, I think I really should be going.”
“Gwen, please. Let’s not leave it like this.” Ron pleaded as he caught sight of an ice cream vendor, “I know let me buy you an ice cream. You do like ice cream don’t you?”
“Yes, I like ice cream, but that’s really all right.”
“Please, I want to,” Ron begged getting to his feet.
“Okay, but as soon as I am done I am leaving,” Gwen agreed reluctantly.
“Fantastic,” Ron grinned as she got up from the bench, “What flavor do you want?”
“ Chocolate,” Gwen responded shoving her hands in her pockets as they made their way to the stand.
“Chocolate? That’s very ordinary.”
“Oh? And what is your preference?”
“My favorite is gummy bear, but that is hard to find.”
“Gummy bear? Are you serious?”
“Yes, it’s delicious,” Ron responded.
“Ugh,” Gwen made a face of disgust.
They stopped at the stand and Ron rifled through his pockets looking for change. “Hermione taught me to always carry muggle money,” he commented to Gwen.
“That’s very practical.”
“Two chocolates,” Ron told the vendor as he handed him the money.
“Where does the term muggle come from?”
“I’m not sure,” Ron responded as he handed Gwen her ice cream and took his own. “It’s one of those thing I never questioned.”

Fifteen minutes later Gwen said goodbye to Ron and walked away wondering why that had felt like a date. The Ron she had met today was very different from the Ron of yesterday and she could see why Hermione had liked him. He was very easy to talk to. In fact she had never met someone who put her at ease like that. Which was truly amazing since she had feared coming to this meeting.
The information she had learned about herself that morning had made her fear and loathe the wizarding world and everything connected to it. She had planned to simply come and tell Ron that she was sorry but something had come up and she had to go. However, when she had arrived and seen him watching those children, he seemed so normal and likeable. It was almost as if he had put a spell on her to put her at ease.