Out Of Hogwarts

-Chapter One: A Sunday Morning-

The sunlight broke into the room through the window blinds.

The alarm clock on the bedside table read nine a.m., as the cool morning breeze entered the warmth of number 30 Warren Street flat in London. It seemed to be just another ordinary Sunday morning.

Harry Potter, now at the age of 26, turned over in his bed, ready to see his beautiful girlfriend lying next to him. He could hardly see without his glasses, but he could tell that she wasn't there.

He reached out with his hand to her side of the bed, but it came in contact only with her slightly cold pillow.

He buried his face in his feathery pillow as he closed his eyes. The muffled sounds of talking and giggling could be heard from the kitchen.

'What the hell?!' he thought to himself.

He wanted to go back to sleep. But the absence of the second person from the bed, and the merry chattering made it impossible.

And as much as he wanted to stay in bed all day, it was the time to get up.

He picked up his glasses from the floor where they had fallen after last night's activities, and made his wayto the bathroom.

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Harry stepped out of the bedroom after taking a quick shower, still a little groggy and tired.

He looked around at the small Living Room, and immediately spotted Hermione, sitting on the Kitchen counter talking enthusiastically with Ginny. While Draco was leaning on the counter reading The Daily Prophet, and from time to time sipping form his tea.

Harry groaned loudly and shut the door of the bedroom behind him. The three young-adults stopped their actions and looked up at him.

"Don't you people have a home that you need to be here every Sunday morning?" Harry grumbled as he sat at the kitchen table and poured himself some tea.

"Grumpy, Potter. What happened? Granger kept you up late last night?" Draco smirked at him, as Hermione became a deep shade of scarlet.

"Jealous, Malfoy?" he retorted.

"For Merlin's sake, you two, quit acting like two children. Can't you have a normal conversation for once in your life? Honestly!" Hermione snapped at them, trying to change the direction this conversation was heading to.

"Oh look... Granger is blushing!" Draco said in a fake exited tone, while pointing at her.

"Be quiet Draco! And stop making fun of Harry and Hermione," Ginny scowled at her husband.

"Having trouble with the Missus, aren't we Malfoy?" Harry smiled proudly at his achievement, which was getting Malfoy into trouble with his wife.

"If you don't shut up, you will have trouble with me," said Hermione, glaring at her Boyfriend.

Harry became quiet at once, and kep big smile playing on Draco's face, and the only thing he wanted to do was to make it disappear. Harry knew better then this. Trouble with Hermione meant sleeping on the couch, making his own coffee in the morning, and being prevented from any future benefit that she had. And he did not want that.

Hermione was back to talking to Ginny, Draco reading his newspaper and Harry was doing as he was told. Sitting quietly.

About five minutes later a big blast came from the living room fireplace, and Molly Weasley emerged from the flames, trying to get the dust out of her robes. Harry was the first to reach her, and he hugged her.

"Mom," he got used to calling her that after 15 years of knowing the Weasleys, "how are you today?" he asked.

"Fine, dear," she said after releasing him from the hug, "but not much I can say about you! go put something on, you will catch a cold walking around only with your pants..." And urged him toward the bedroom. Harry only laughed and gave her a peck on the cheek before heading to the bedroom.

Right after Harry, Hermione approached the woman that has been like a second mother to her. She hugged Mrs. Weasley, and they both beamed at each other.

"I'm so happy to see you Mrs. Weasley! What brings you here? I thought we're supposed to come over tonight..." Hermione added.

"I've known you for 15 years, Hermione. It's time you started calling me Molly!" they both gave a small laugh, "I just wanted to see how you kids are doing, I went to visit Ron, so I thought I'd drop by. And I just knew those two will be here!" she glared at the two Malfoys.

"Well it's nice to see you too, Mom," Ginny answered in a sarcastic tone, as she stood up to hug her mother.

"Molly," added Draco before hugging her, and kissing her cheek.

"Don't get smart with me Virginia. You and Draco have a house, but still every single Sunday morning and other days, you seem to find your way here. Harry and Hermione need their privacy." She glared at her daughter in a severe way.

"AU HUH! THANK YOU!" they could hear Harry shout as he emerged from the bedroom, walking toward Molly and placing an arm around her shoulder.

Hermione glared at him, anger playing her face, but Harry didn't care. He had Molly by his side. So the only thing he could do was to smirk at her in a satiated manner, which made her narrow her eyes at him even more.

"We know that Mom! We just want to spend time with our friends..." Ginny tried to explain.

"But your friend wants to spend time with his other friend, alone..." Harry said, using the opportunity to get back at the two.

"Shut up Harry, you know bloody well that..." Ginny was cut off again, this time by Molly.

"I don't want to hear it! Harry is your friend, so talk to him nicely! And I think it's time we let this two some peace and quiet." Molly said firmly, not backing away from her decision.

Ginny looked desperately at Hermione, asking for help, But they both knew that Harry had gotten his way; there was no way they could overrule Molly's decisions. It was like trying to fight a Blast-Ended Skrewt Blindfolded.

"Teach the little prat a lesson for me..." Ginny whispered to Hermione as the two of them hugged.

Hermione let out a small snort.

"No problem," she then whispered in reply.

She gave Draco a quick hug and a small smile, and kissed Molly on the cheek. She waved her hand for goodbye, as the sound of 3 *pops* was heard, and the three has vanished.

Harry turned to her with a big smile on his face.

"Well that went well. How about jumping back into bed?" he asked seductively, as the grin on his face widened (if it was possible).

Hermione looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"You know what?" she asked, moving closer to him.

"What?" he asked eagerly, while putting his hands around her waist.

"You wanted peace and quiet, so why don't 'you jump into bed'..." She looked at him with an evil smile.

"Alone!" she pushed him away, and added as an afterthought.

He just stood there and watched as his angry girlfriend walk away from him. He grumbled and walked into their bedroom, muttering something that sounded like 'Women!'.

A/N: End of chapter one, be nice and review. Maybe there will be more chapters. It is all up to you.