Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or anything having to do with it. Sometimes I wish I did. However, I do hold this idea to be my own, and I hope you all enjoy it.

This whole story is dedicated to someone very special to me.

*Chapter One: Rush Hour*

New York City: One of the many cities across the planet that doesn't sleep. Businesses and schools raged on at day, while the nightclubs and bars controlled the night. Despite having tall skyscrapers and many villages of slums, one place made up for it all: Central Park, probably one of the only places where you could feel connected with nature and its marvelous beauty. Hundreds of people every day would spend time there, whether it was to go skating or to enjoy a brisk walk, which is what several teenagers chose to do right after school got out.

As soon as the bell rang, hundreds of students poured down the front steps of New York High, but only a few students headed towards Central Park. Other quickly jumped into taxis or prepared to take the city buses home. Out of all of the students, only four strolled through the gates of Central Park.

"Was it just me, or did Mr. Laene really ramble on today in physics?" Ron Weasley asked. Ron was a tall senior, approximately eighteen years old, with flaming red hair.

"It was just you," replied his best friend, Harry Potter. Harry was also eighteen, with dark brown hair that almost appeared black. However, he wasn't as tall as Ron was, though his emerald green eyes attracted more attention than Ron's height. Walking with the two was Cho Chang, an eighteen-year-old beauty with long black hair that shimmered in the sunlight, and one of her friends, Padma Patil. For the past four months, Harry and Cho had been dating, while Ron and Padma were nearing their eleven-month anniversary.

"So, do you two have any plans for this afternoon?" Padma asked as she swung her backpack on to her shoulder, wrapping her free hand with Ron's.

"Nope, Harry's just going to walk me home," Cho said lightly, almost as if she sounded disappointed with the fact.

"I'm busy tonight. Besides studying for my physics test, my mother want me to help her with the current lawsuit case that she's working on, and my father wants me to help him go over his new proposal for his office staff," Harry explained.

"What kind of case is your mother working on now?" Ron asked.

"She's involved with that case where a man shot and killed his ex-wife's lover. She's going to get him locked up for good."

"That's awesome," Padma said. "My mother was angered by what happened with that."

"Ron," Cho began to say in a sweet voice, changing the subject quickly, "have you got your surprise all planned for Padma's birthday tomorrow?"

"Yes, I actually do, and no, I'm not going to tell you."

"Don't worry, Cho. I'll call you and tell you all about it afterward," Padma whispered.

"Oh, sweet thang, some things may be a little bit too private for you to talk with Cho about."

Harry laughed lightly, and stopped walking when they reached the exit to the other side of Central Park. All four of them headed tot he nearest subway station, descending the stairs and buying their tickets for each train.

"You two have a good weekend," Ron said with a wink as he and Padma left Harry and Cho behind. They boarded their train, taking a seat by the window. The train slowly left, and soon Harry and Cho had to board their own subway train, which would take them across town to the separate apartment buildings where they lived.

"Is something wrong with you today? You've been acting different," Harry said as they sat in the back, away from the other people.

"Nothing's wrong. Why do you think I have been acting different?" Cho asked, looking confused.

"I don't know. You just have been very quiet today."

Cho sighed softly as she rested her head on Harry's shoulder. "I've just been thinking about a lot of things recently.

"Like what?" Harry asked.

"I just can't quit comparing us to Ron and Padma. They're so in love, and I just really want it to be that way with us. And I know it will be love when you are ready for it. I promise, I'm not trying to pressure you to love me already, because has only been four months."

"Don't worry about it, Cho. I know that you're not pushing." He kissed her gently on the cheek as he put his arm around her.

"Do you know what Ron is going to do for Padma's birthday tomorrow?"

"Nope. I'm hopefully going to talk to him later, if I'm not too busy," Harry said.

A few minutes later, the train began to slow down, and Harry and Cho got off once it completely stopped. They walked hand in hand up the stairs to come back to the busy streets of New York. Cabs, taxis, and business cars crammed the streets, all moving very slowly. Luckily, they didn't have to cross the busy boulevard because the apartment building that Cho lived in was just down the street from the subway entrance.

After taking the elevator to the eighth floor, Harry walked Cho to her door. "So, do you want to come in for a little while? I'm sure my parents would just love to have you around, if they're home that is."

"I can't. I really have to get home," Harry said.

"Alright. Call me later, okay?" Cho asked sweetly.

"Of course," Harry said, giving her a gentle kiss on the lips.

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Nearly a half an hour later, after traveling back across town by using the subway, Harry finally arrived at home. Thanks to both of his parent's being lawyers, Harry and his parents occupied a large, three-floor apartment that was on the seventh, eighth, and ninth floors of a twelve floor apartment building. The first floor consisted mainly of a large, main dining room with a single crystal chandelier hanging from above. The dining room was branched off into the Victorian styled kitchen, with all of the latest appliances and a nice marble floor. The last room upon the first floor was the sunroom, which led out to the veranda balcony. Harry's mother, Lily, would often spend her time watering and tending to all of the plants that grew there in the room. When he walked through the door, his mother's voice drifted from the sunroom.

"Did you have a good day?" she called.

After setting down his bag, Harry entered the sunroom and sat down in one of the numerous chairs. He looked up at his mother, who was currently holding a water spray bottle, moving about the plants to water them.

She had long, auburn hair and emerald green eyes. Harry had inherited those exact eyes from her, as well as his untidy hair from his father. "Today was alright. Just like every other day."

"Did Ron complain about Mr. Laene?"

Harry smirked. She knew his friends too well. "Of course he did."

"And how is Cho?" his mother asked. Harry remained silent, momentarily looking away. "Oh right, I forgot. Rule Number One in parenting. Never ask your son/daughter about their girlfriends/boyfriends unless they talk to you first."

Harry slowly got up and began to exit the room. "Will you be down later to help me with my caseload?" Lily called after him.

"Yes, Mom," Harry called back as he began to climb the winding staircase in the kitchen. The second floor had Harry's parent's bedroom, the family room where the big screen television was, and two bathrooms, one, which was attached to his parents' bedroom. Harry simply passed through the family room, going up the spiral staircase at the back. He finally reached the third floor, which contained his own large bedroom, a bathroom and a balcony connected to his bedroom, and an entertainment room.

As Harry entered his bedroom, he quickly shut the oak doors behind him. Unlike the rest of the apartment, Harry's room was covered with oak walls on all sides. In his room, he had a very large bed, a big screen television with several Nintendo systems hooked up. The main thing that took up his room, however, was several bookshelves, all stacked with hundreds of books. With a twist of his wrist, Harry opened his balcony doors, letting the fresh air from outside flood in.

The cool air slowly entered, and Harry relaxed as he sat down at the wooden desk in his room. He piled his homework on the side of it, and began working as soon as he pulled out a pencil and a pad of paper. For the weekend, Harry had homework for Physics, plus the test, Calculus, and French IV. But Harry didn't bring home his French book. He figured he could get the assignment done easily five minutes before class on Monday. Plus, he French professor, Mrs. Mosner, made the class way too easy. It didn't matter though, because Harry had no intentions of pursuing a career involving French. Right now, he wasn't too sure on what he wanted to be.

Harry opened his calculus book and began to whittle away the hours doing homework, reading, and writing until the sun went down on the horizon of New York City.

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Helping his mother with her caseload did not take that long, and Harry was soon back upstairs in his bedroom reading a novel while watching the television every so often. It was nearly 9:30 p.m. when the telephone next to his large bed rang. Reaching over, Harry picked up the ringing phone. "Hello?"

"Heya, Harry," Ron spoke on the other end.

"Hey. What are you up to?" Harry asked.

"Nothing really. I just finished picking up Padma's birthday gift."

"What did you get for her?"

"A diamond necklace."

Harry practically choked on the air he was breathing. "How much did you spend on it?" Ron remained silent. "Ron, how much did you spend on it?"

"$3,500."

Harry couldn't believe it. "You're crazy, but at least you got it at a good price, instead of having to pay up to $10,000 on it. Is that all you got her?"

"No, we've got dinner reservations at about 8:00 p.m. tomorrow night at the Tavern on the Green restaurant," Ron explained slowly.

"I assume your father used his connections to get you in there, especially on a Saturday night?"

"Of course he did. Your Dad would do it too."

"True, true," Harry replied.

"It's going to be a romantic evening, Harry. A wonderful dinner, romantic music, and giving her the diamond necklace during dinner. Let's just pray I get laid."

Harry laughed. "Alright, I'll pray especially for you tonight."

"You better. Well, I should go. I have to grab some condoms from the drug store."

Harry laughed again as Ron hung up. Despite Ron being pretty gross, Harry could see what was really behind what his best friend was doing. Ron was deeply in love with his girlfriend. Sometimes, when Harry sat and thought about it, he wished he himself could be in love. Only time would tell, and he guessed that he would have to wait for the right girl. 'Does that mean that Cho is no the right one for me?' Harry thought to himself. He quickly pushed the thought away, mainly because he couldn't answer his own question.

After setting his book aside, Harry grabbed the remote to the television and began to scan through the channels. He only stopped when he found the movie You've Got Mail playing. Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks slowly slid into each other's arms, locking lips as the ending song began.

Love. When was it ever going to hit Harry with an arrow?

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New York City. Of all of the places that she could have moved to, Hermione's parents chose New York City. Working for a publishing company in Boston wasn't good enough for her parents anymore. "New York is the place to be," her father had said. What a load of shit.

Seventeen-year-old Hermione Granger relaxed lightly as the plane from Boston began to land at JFK International in New York City. The plane gave slight turbulence as the wheels touched down on the runway. Once they came to a complete stop, Hermione unbuckled herself and picked up her handbag. She slowly followed her parents off of the plane and out of the terminal after gong through security.

The only thing that really annoyed Hermione was waiting for the baggage to come down the conveyor belt. She slowly brushed her long brown hair away from her hazel-colored eyes. "Hermione? Did you make sure to tell the moving company that we needed the furniture in our apartment tonight?"

"Yes, mother," she replied irritably. Hermione was also greatly annoyed by her mother. She would never do anything for herself. Hermione and her father would always do everything for her. However, her mother was a very passionate woman and cared greatly for her daughter and husband.

After getting their luggage and grabbing a taxi, Hermione and her parents waited patiently as the taxi drove through downtown New York. They arrived at their new apartment within a half an hour and all of their furniture was there, though not set up properly. Several boxes lay about the room, stacked in tall piles.

Hermione sighed as she looked around the big apartment. "Home sweet home," she muttered.