Hello everyone! At Last I am back in the Wizarding World! I have planned this story ever since the summer of 2012 but with my broken foot and the hell that followed my accident i couldn't wrap my mind around it to start it but 2013 will have harmony from me in this story :) I hope you will all enjoy it

The Story will be rated M soon for future chapters 'wink wink' and its kinds are romance, humour, fluff, smut, drama, hurt/comfort and a bit of angst. It's published without the help of a Beta Reader so you've been informed.

Welcome to another story and Enjoy...

Harry Potter and the Lovers of Future and Past

By Christina Potter 09

Chapter 1 - Late Night Talk

Summer 2010

The brown haired woman was lying on the hotel bed, wide awake. The trip from the United Kingdom to the United States of America had lasted almost two hours, two hours of spinning and rushing through the atmosphere thanks to the transatlantic portkeys the ministry had administrated for the National Team of Quidditch and all the close people of the players.

She was possibly the closest person of one of the players, the team's captain. And she smiled at the thought as tomorrow, she would watch him leading of the English team against the States in the final of the contest in Los Angeles where she currently stayed in the Wizarding hotel the team was also staying.

She wasn't interested in Quidditch but she had read about it of course, the English team hadn't reached the final of the contest since 1844. The team had been that close to reach the final in 1914 but two days before the actual match, the First Muggle World War started… the fans of the team had been almost insulted by the cancelation of their Wizarding sport because of the politics of Muggles but soon the world, both Muggle and Wizarding was facing the ugliness of human nature that reached limits similar the ones of the Wizarding Wars where dark magic was involved.

She was completely shut off her thoughts of Quidditch and history when she heard a knock on the door and she stood up from her bed, crossed the room and reached the door, curious as who it'd be in such a late hour.

'Did I wake you?' A sheepish smile, hands in his pajama pockets, pale skin and familiar features with two bright emerald eyes looking at her expectedly.

'No… but I thought the players were to have no distractions from friends and people close to them, Harry.' Hermione said and Harry chuckled and shrugged.

'I'm the captain, let alone the Savior, the Conqueror, the Man who Won… I do what I want,' he tried to boast but failed, making her laugh as she made space for him to get in the room. 'And I knew you wouldn't be asleep because of the portkey travel.' He added and she smiled and nodded. They were thirty years old and friends ever since they were eleven, they knew each other's sleeping hours, waking hours, every hour as if they were their own.

'Excited about tomorrow?' she asked as she collapsed back on the bed and he followed, crushing next to her on the mattress, he took out of his pocket his wand and accioed two bottles of water Hermione had on a table across the room for them to drink and a bag of Lays that lay on the same surface.

'Very… especially in case of the team's defeat and everyone's assumption that indeed, I made a mistake that I turned my back to the Auror department and chose to zoom around on a broom….' Harry said in a casual voice but Hermione could hear the underlined tone of bitterness and honesty. He was saying the truth, the moment he had chosen to become a Quidditch player, more than a decade ago, the entire Wizarding Community had almost opposed to his choice, claiming he would lose a career as an Auror. Thing was, they had no idea about half the things he had been through in the horcrux hunt, and they had no idea about him as a person. Ten years in the team and he had became the captain, leading the country to the final match of the contest and he had everyone's blessings, blessings that would be turned into curses muggle and not if the team was to lose the next day.

'You know they'll never be satisfied.' Hermione replied and Harry could hear the same bitterness in her own voice as she had been through a similar Odyssey.

Hermione Granger was made for Greatness, she had proved herself as a person of value and not just Harry Potter's best friend and for the Daily Prophet, Harry Potter's love interest. She had proved herself as a woman of great knowledge and power, thus the entire community had expected her to become at least the Minister of Magic at age twenty, right after the official end of her studies in Hogwarts School or even better, the first Magical Prime Minister of England.

Hermione buying Flourish and Blotts as the owners were to close the bookstore due to retirement and extending it into the largest magical bookstore in Europe, was something that disappointed hundreds of people, same people that would have no bookstore to buy the School Books of their children from...

But she hadn't cared about what the others thought of her and what they thought of Harry. They had fought a war, they had tried so hard to survive every day and if he wished to zoom around on a broom all day, she was fine by it as long as he had a fall-proof spell on and she believed she could make a change in the world by keeping people educated. No Auror missions and no more nightmares of enemies and evil Wizards had to be faced from the two best friends, they had done their share in the world and even more.

Harry smiled at Hermione with a knowing smile she knew all too well and she chuckled, he was teasing her.

'What? I like the Hermione No-Shit-Given Granger!' Harry laughed and Hermione gasped and shoved him away on the mattress as he laughed. He wasn't the thin boy he once was, years of practice and the life of an athlete had kept him slender but his body had been built up with muscle, his eyes no longer needed glasses, an elegant layer of hair covered his cheeks, making his eyes even brighter in contrast with his pale skin.

'You hang around with the guys from the team way too much,' Hermione laughed as she sipped from her bottle of water and he smiled.

'At least they, like you, don't expect more things than I can give, at least not in the department of zooming on the broom.' Harry said and Hermione again got the hint and sobered up.

'Ginny?' she only asked and he sighed and this time flopped on his back with a sight.

'I keep repeating myself, I invited all of the Weasleys here for the match and she read too much into it, just like she did when I got in the party she had organized and invited everyone, like when we had the European Teams party and again, I invited everyone. She doesn't want to accept that she and I can't work. I tried more than once and it's not working.' Harry complained and Hermione sighed and nodded her head.

She knew all about the deal with Ginny and Harry, ever since the end of the war, Ginny had been trying from time to time to get back with Harry and he had tried to work things out with her but after the war, they weren't they same people and even if Ginerva tried to ignore the changes, Harry couldn't see past them. The relationship had turned unhealthy with fits of jealousy from Ginerva, outbursts of frustration from Harry and the entire Wizarding World watching Ginerva trying too much and Harry almost avoiding any kind of even friendly affection as to save himself from Ginny's attempts.

'You're not alone in this. Ron was almost suffocating during the trip.' Hermione spoke this time and Harry turned his head and looked at her tired eyes.

'He told me he'd try again with you,' Harry admitted, Hermione sighed.

'Did you tell him I was sure of it and I wasn't interested?' she asked and he sighed this time.

'Yes…'

'Perfect.'

Strangely, things with Hermione and Ron had been quicker, something that came as a surprise to the ones who knew them. They became a couple after the war and Ron truly tried to change while Hermione tried to let her guards down but they ended up in a suppressed relationship full of pretending and disappointment. The one year they were together led to a huge fight in the Christmas day of 1999 and almost the complete disaster of their friendship as the lines between old annoyances and friendship were still blurry for the two. However, Ron, like Ginny had made some attempts to mend things romantically, he tried to be himself and after Hermione had tried the medicine, she knew things would be even worse for both of them as a couple and the remains of their friendship.

The deterioration of Hermione and Ron's relationship had led to changes between the two men of the trio as well. Harry had tried to be neuter between his friends but usually it was Hermione who ended up in his flat with tears in her eyes and it was him who picked up the pieces after every fight, it was him who confronted Ron for his cruel words and it was him who took the blows from Ron's jealousy that never truly died before Harry and Hermione's relationship.

You choose him.

Ron had never forgotten these three words he had told Hermione in that tent in the middle of nowhere, and he had repeated them over and over in fights before Harry or in his absence, making things clear about how little he had trusted Hermione while with him and how he felt about Harry himself.

'Anyway,' Harry finally concluded and brought both back in reality. 'What you think will happen tomorrow?' he asked and she could see he was nervous. She smiled and took his hand in hers.

'The match will start in a sea of red and white and blue, the anthems will be heard, the Lion and the Dragons of England will rise as the mascots, followed by the Americans' Eagle and then you'll start playing, the score will get high, like half the audience in the stadium thanks to the new rules of usage of Beladona in the contest –which may I add, I disapprove strongly-. And then you'll make an amazing catch of the Snitch, the Team will win, Ginny will start making interviews about how proud she is of you… your fanclub in the USA will skyrocket and you and the team will get drunk while the Prophet the next day will be worshiping you.' Hermione described what was more likely to happen in her own mind and Harry laughed at the end of it.

'What about you?' he asked and she grinned.

'I will remain sober until I am to drag your sorry ass back here in the hotel… which I will probably do even before the game if we stay awake any longer.' Hermione answered and checked her wristwatch, a gift from Harry years ago as to "get out of that bookhole before the sun sets for good at least once per week" as he had said with a smile when he showed it to her in her twenty second birthday. Harry sighed and nodded as he stood up with a small groan, their hands no longer in each other's palm.

'You're right, Hermione, as always.' He said and looked at her in the eyes for a moment, Hermione would swear he was about to say something more, but he finally took another gulp from the water and smiled at her as he made two steps closer and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

'Sleep tight,' he whispered against her skin and she inhaled as his familiar scent washed all over her with the gesture of the light kiss.

'Good night, Harry, sweet dreams.' She almost whispered and wondered what in the world was wrong with her. The Lines had been untypically drawn a very long time ago, things were clear with each other, they were like siblings.

'Night…' he whispered and finally moved away.

She wanted to stop him for some reason, maybe offer him to sleep in the same room with her like they had done for monhts in the hunt, maybe stay another ten minutes as she still felt wide awake from the portkey flight and the rush of emotion from his tender gesture.

She said nothing however, remained on her bed silent, watching him leave the room and close the door behind him with something incomplete between them hanging in the air…

take the first chapter as a preface as to where the characters stand today with a taste of background info for the main characters, more is to come hopefully in the weekend but a warm welcome would be trully appreciated as i have been away from the harmony writing for weeks if not months. Expect a chapter per week (hopefully) as my work, boyfriend and friends are taking away a lot of my time, but I promise I'll do my best to keep the updates at least in a weekly basis.

Thanks for reading, please review :)

CP09