Chapter III: Didn't expect that did you?

Author's Note: Gracias to all my reviewers! I feel very loved. Here's to you guys for making a girl's bad day better.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter, but then again, there's always tomorrow night…muahahahaha. Just kidding. I swear I'm not evil.

Jab, Jab, Jab, Jab, Jab, Jab!

"Damn door!" BOOM!

Step. Step. Step.

"Reparo."

A pent up sigh filled the room as an exhausted Harry Potter drudgingly made his way over to his couch. Upon arrival at said location, he turned quickly, and fell back on the plush pleather sofa. He brought his arm above and behind his head and pressed the button on his answering machine.

Two new messages for Harry Potter as of today

New message: BEEP

Harry, dear, it's Cho. Where in Merlin's name have you been all day! I am starting to worry, you know. Please, call me back and let me know how you are and where you've been. WE need to go over the wedding plans together too. I am NOT marrying myself and as such I expect you to be here, in my flat, at 8:30am sharp tomorrow morning so you can put any ideas you have into the blueprints. Ok, well, I have to go, I have a very important meeting to attend to. Love you honey. Bye!

BEEP End of message.

New message: BEEP

Oy mate! It's Ron! You know, Ron, your best mate! Where ya been? I've been calling you all day and what? Nothing! Not an owl or a messenger or even a call on the fellytone! What's with that? I may be going along for the ride, but, mate, this is your bachelor party and you need to let us guys in on where you want to go spend your last night as a free man! Ring me back. Wait. No, on second thought, I hate this thing. Just pop over here tomorrow morning at about 8:15am, because I won't have any more time to talk to until the day before the big par-tay and we really need to get the invites out. The guys are dying to know what's up, best not keep them waiting! See ya in the morning then!

BEEP End of message.

No more messages.

Harry let out a large groan of frustration as he stalked up the stairs to bed. He had just had an extremely hard day of work, being an Auror was not as easy as he thought it would be, but he liked it all the same. He had been late. Again. So Tonks was on his back, yelling at him. Again. He went out into the field with his partner, Neville, to trace some rumors about a few death eaters disguising themselves as dentists and giving their muggle customers a not-so-healthy-dose of arsenic, considering that if they used magic, they would get caught.

He felt a sharp pang in his chest as he remembered that Hermione's parents were dentists. And then he was thinking about Hermione. Again. Which got him distracted, so much so, that he was tackled and thrown head (or leg, rather) into a non-magical brawl with whatever face was behind the disfigured mask. He never got to find out. After a short stop at St. Mungos for a quick-heal potion for his leg, He was immediately taken back to the ministry, and berated, yet again by Tonks, for non-attentiveness.

Which led to desk duty. Again. He hadn't even gotten a lunch break. He was buried in all the reports Tonks had given him. He had wondered to himself if, maybe, she did it on purpose sometimes.

No, she's like Hermione: tough, but fair. He thought.

And then he was thinking about Hermione. Again. He could barely concentrate on the reports in hand. But he stayed, knowing that, If not today, tomorrow. If not tomorrow, the next day, but not soon forgotten. It was Tonks favorite quote. One that she had gotten from Hermione.

Damn. This was really going to have to stop.

It had already been three years for crying out loud! He was fooling himself thinking she would ever come back to him after what he did to her, even if he hadn't even been a willing participant.

Besides, he was with Cho now. Cho Chang. His Hogwarts crush. He should be happy. Ecstatic, thrilled, exhilarated, exuberant. And he was happy. He was. At least that's what he kept telling himself. Well, that, and the fact that he really had to stop thinking about Hermione now that he was going to be married. To Cho. Not Hermione.

It kind of put a damper on what was soon supposed to be the best day of his life. He couldn't dwell on that though, it was his fault Hermione was gone and there was nothing he could do to get her back.

In truth, he had only begun seeing Cho a year a half ago, and only to try and get his mind off of Hermione after his nationwide search had failed. Where ever she was, it was apparent that she did not want to be found. She was doing a damn good job of it too. Damn her for being the smartest witch of her again. Sharp pang. He hadn't even actually proposed to Cho, rather, it was the other was around and seeing as how he was pretty damn pissed at the time (being at a bar, after all), he stupidly enough, said yes. Then what? Was he supposed to just take it back? Say, "Hey, sorry, but I don't really want to marry you, seeing as I'm not at all in love with you. I was just really pissed at the time. I didn't mean it. Have a nice day though!"

No. He wasn't going to do that.

At least I won't be alone for the rest of my life. He thought bitterly.

It was all he could think about while staring at the ceiling, trying to persuade sleep to overcome him, but having no luck. He had a busy schedule tomorrow starting early. Damn. He started counting.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven…

He hit 2,765 before sleep finally began to beckon him.

His last thought being: Damn it all, Hermione, where the hell are you!