American Flavoured
By: Paramour Party

Hermione yawned as she padded into her new living room. Her best friend, The Boy-Who-Lived, was already lounging on her couch with a steaming mug of tea waiting for her in his hands. She plopped down next to him, curled her legs underneath her, and accepted the mug with a grateful smile. She hummed in appreciation at soothing sensation the tea offered her.

"Teddy finally asleep?" he asked. Hermione leaned into Harry's side while he wrapped an arm around her for a better fit and comfort.

"Out like a light," she replied with a nod of her head. Silence hung in the air around them as Hermione drank her tea. When she finished, she set her mug on the table and settled back to Harry's side.

The Boy-Who-Lived looked around the not yet homey apartment— they were only going to paint the dull white walls of the next day, hopefully bringing some life and warmth— and he frowned. "Are you sure you want to live here, Hermione? It's so far from home and it's not too late to change your mind."

The girl in question sighed mentally. She'd been expecting this kind of conversation since Harry and Teddy surprised her yesterday morning by showing up on her doorstep. She knew it was now or never to address the issue and set things straight. "Yes, Harry," she said, "I'm sure. I'll make this my home now." She gave him an affectionate pat on his chest hoping that was enough to ease his worries but she knew that wasn't enough. It was Harry after all, the king of puppy eyes.

She tried not to let Harry's sad green eyes make her feel even the slightest bit of guilt about her move but he was making that a difficult task. "But why? You had a great job back in London, you could even do this job from your flat back home. I don't understand why you'd want to move all the way to America. We have portkeys and floos to make transportation easy," he said.

Hermione pulled away from his side so she could look him straight in the eye while she explained. "It's just time for a change, Harry," she responded, "and you or anyone else who wants to visit me could use those same portkeys and floo connections. You and I both know that the Magical Community back home is so stagnant. The rest of Europe, while advancing at a quicker pace than the UK, isn't much better. The community here is still so young and open to experimentation. I want to be here, to meet and work with people who are just as invested in new research and development as I am. And being here will open so many doors, Harry. Please don't take this away from me because you want me to stay back home— working for a ministry that's still trying to hold me back because of my blood… even after everything we've fought for."

They were both silent with that answer.

"Don't I deserve more than that?" she asked.

Harry sighed looking away from her. She put a hand on his cheek and gently made him face her again and he ran a hand through his messy dark hair. "Of course you do, love." He pulled her close for a hug. "I just hate it when you're right."

Hermione lightened the somber mood with a small laugh. "Well," she began, "I wouldn't be Know-It-All-Granger if I wasn't always right." She squeezed him back hoping he'd take all the extra affection she sent his way as her wordless 'thank you/just because I'm far away doesn't mean I've left you or love you any less'.

"You're welcome and I love you too," he whispered.

Gently, she released Harry from her hug but didn't leave his side relishing in the comfort he offered her. It crushed her when she realized that it would be one of the last times she'd be able to just cuddle and relax like this with her best friend. She'd miss nights like this. Nights with the Weasleys. With Teddy. With the good ol'DA. And yet, life went on.

The comfortable silence continued for a moment longer but the slight tensing of Harry's body let Hermione know something else bothered her brother. She prepared herself for whatever he threw at her, hoping she didn't have to make another point about the move again. "Erm. Hermione, while you were putting Teddy to bed your mobile buzzed," he said.

She blinked caught off guard, that wasn't what she was expecting. "Was it a phone call?"

She felt Harry shrug and knew he didn't want to commit to an actual answer. Her eyes narrowed at him as she pulled away from his side again. "Really, Harry."

He rolled his eyes. "Oh alright. I'm pretty sure it was a message from that man you met at the bookshop," he replied with a tinge of annoyance in his tone.

Hermione's eyes lit up and she stood to get her mobile from where she left it on the kitchen counter. "Is there something wrong with getting messages from new friends?" she called from the other room as she scrolled through her messages.

Harry scoffed. "I don't think he wants to just be friends. Do you always have to pick up men from bookshops or libraries?" She stepped back into the living room but didn't respond right away because she was too busy smiling at her mobile and typing a response to whatever message she got.

Messaging done, she plopped back down onto the couch next to him— the mobile next to her. "Just how many men do you think I've picked up at a bookshop or library?" she asked, "Or should I remind you that technically it was Viktor who picked me up at the library. Other than him, I don't recall picking any of my former lovers from said bookshops or libraries."

"Well," Harry paused trying to gather his thoughts. "Okay. Fine. But I say you stay away from him. He looks like bad news. And he's not your type."

Hermione laughed. "And you know what my type is? Honestly Harry. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that head of yours."

"Of course I know your type! You're my best friend, love."

She rose her brow in questioning. "Okay. And why isn't Derek my type then?"

Harry stuttered for a moment. "Well. He looks like the alpha-male type. Probably all brawn— addicted to working out and only looking for a bit of fun."

Another burst of laughter escaped passed Hermione's lips. She just couldn't believe what was coming out of Harry's mouth. "What if I only want a bit of fun too, hmm?" At Harry's flabbergasted expression she rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Harry. Don't be so innocent. I don't always want something serious. And if that's your final argument it's terrible. I give you a Dreadful. Should I remind you that for one, four of my former paramours are Quidditch Players either pass-time or professional. And all of them were Alpha-males in their own right. Now, if you weren't so dead set on finding me a nice boy, you wouldn't be so biased."

Harry pouted while Hermione continued. "You're also just being picky because he's American." Harry opened his mouth to retort but his best friend's mobile buzzing interrupted him. He glared at it. Derek was already getting in the way of proper arguments and he wasn't even present. "Besides. I was going to make friends over here at some point. Some of them were inevitably going to be of the male variety. Are you going to stop me from having friends?"

He sighed. "Can you just stop being right for one night? Or at least let me win an argument once in a while?"


Harry brought on pout 2.0. "Fine. As long as friends is all you'll be with this Derek."

Hermione didn't answer him right away yet again because she was busy texting away. When she finally did acknowledge her best friend it was with a giant marauder-worthy grin. "I promise nothing."

Ah! The response has been so great for the first piece! Thank you so much for taking the time to read my work and leave your thoughts! I wrote this little piece today during my break between classes and it was definitely a welcome break. I hope you enjoy this one just as much as the first! I'm only sorry that it's a little short!

To answer some comments/questions:

I'm SO happy to know that readers enjoyed the first piece! I have to agree with the general consensus that people are in want of Hermione/Derek stories! We have to bring more onto the scene! :D I'm most likely going to update this collection a bit more before getting my larger piece out; but I'm working on both simultaneously! I'm not sure when the larger piece will be posted but I'll try my very best not to keep everyone waiting too long! I do know Derek got a girlfriend on the show, but I won't be bringing her into my pieces because I have no idea what her character is like and it'll be unnecessary drama. I chose Derek for this story because as much as I love reading Hermione/Spencer, I wanted a change and couldn't find it anywhere. I decided it was time to make my own to satisfy my needs haha.

So again, THANK YOU SO MUCH, to everyone who read, followed, favourited, and reviewed! I really appreciated it!

Paramour Party Out~

P.s: This piece is the evening of the first piece. And no. Harry and Hermione never dated. They're just the bestest of best friends and I hope this reflects that. (I put Ron on work assignment and that's why he's not present~ don't worry, he and Hermione's friendship is still strong!) Also! should I list this as Complete since they're one shots?