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Flashback: 7th year, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Gryffindor Common Room, 26th December
"So, have you decided?", Harry asked, moving his queen across the chessboard.
They were the only ones in the common room. The rest of the Gryffindors were home for the holidays. Including the Weasleys. It was the first Christmas that Ron didn't spend at Hogwarts since 1st year. Ron, of course, felt bad for having to leave them. He even offered for them to come with him. They politely refused. They knew it was the Weasley's first Christmas since 5th year with Percy. Both him and Hermione felt the Weasleys would want some time alone.
Hermione looked up from the pieces.
"No. I don't know yet. Mother says I should probably continue my studies. She said that since she and my dad were both dentists, I should probably take up Healing. Professor McGonagall said I should, too"
"But what do you want to do?", Harry said as his queen smashed Hermione's bishop mercilessly.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked him, puzzled.
"Hermione, all I've heard about every time I ask you the question, is someone else's recommendation of what you should do. Never about what you want to do", Harry replied, looking at her.
"That's the problem, Harry. I don't know what I want. Sometimes I think I'd like being an auror. Other times, I …. I ….I just don't know'. She fell silent for a moment.
"This decision is really important to me. And I don't want to mess up my future just because I made a stupid choice deciding what I want to be'. Hermione looked at the common room fire.
'So I end up asking people about what they think I should do", she finished, folding her hands in her lap as she laid back into the armchair.
Harry looked at her. She looked confused, sitting there, playing with her fingers. He could see the reflection of light from the fire in her eyes. Funny, he thought. I've never noticed how beautiful her eyes were.
"So, have you made up your mind, Harry?", Hermione asked as she looked up at him.
Harry shook himself. "Wh-what?"
Hermione blushed. She had caught him looking at her eyes intently. What was he thinking about?
She repeated her question to him.
"Oh, an auror, I suppose", he replied. "Still, that depends on my N.E.W.T results",
"Well, at least you've set your mind on what you want to do. What about Ron?"
"Him? Said something about quidditch. He also said he had the holidays to think about his future', Harry grinned. "You know Ron".
Hermione laughed. She brought her knees up to her chin."How come you're not doing quidditch either, Harry? You're good at it" Hermione asked, looking at him.
"I don't know. The training and all? Maybe not for me. I don't think it'll suit my life in the future", he replied as his queen dethroned Hermione's king. "Checkmate".
Hermione smiled. She shook her head. "I'll never be good at chess",
He laughed. "You probably just need a few more practices.' He started putting away the pieces and the board.
"Hmm. And maybe a miracle or two", she replied, smiling. Harry grinned.
"Hermione? Hermione, dear. Are you ready?", called her father's voice from downstairs. It shook her from her reverie.
"Yes", she answered, as she grabbed her suitcase and passport. Well, in a few hours you'll get to see him in person. With that thought, she opened the door and proceeded to descend the stairs.
A/N: I know it seems really really short, but I promise it'll be longer in the 3rd chapter. I've noticed that the number of hits for chapter 1 were higher than chapter 2 by a very large difference. I guess many got turned off because this chapter is too short. I promise, it's going to get longer, just stay on board, and click the to go to the 2nd chapter. The 3rd chapter's length is satisfactory! I promise!