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Harry found himself waking up at Kate’s apartment every other day for the next two weeks. When he was with Kate, in Kate’s world, Harry’s life didn’t seem so pointless anymore. He smiled more and being called Mr. Eligible didn’t bother him as much anymore.

“Who is she Harry?” Hermione begged as they picked up a few new clothes for Hermione and Viktor’s son Leo.

“I’m not telling,” Harry sang as he looked around the baby shop, out of his element. He only did it so he could get out of the office on his lunch break.

“Have I met her?”

“Nope.”

“Harry!” Hermione picked up a blue jumper and some socks and headed to the front of the store with her purchases. “This is not fair. Can I meet her?”

“Not today.”

“Harry,” Hermione groaned as the retail witch bagged Leo’s new clothes and handed it to Hermione. “This isn’t fair! I want to know who this witch is that is making you so happy. I haven’t seen you smile this much since . . . I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile this much.”

Harry grinned, he couldn’t help it. He was sleeping less and spending more money, but yet he was still at the happiest point in his life, and Hermione’s witch comment fueled the smile more. “Well, I’m at a good spot now.”

“Over Ginny?”

“Yeah, I think I am.”

“Tell me her name Harry, please, just her name,” Hermione gripped his arm as they walked down the street.

“Kate. Her name is Kate.”

“Kate what?”

Harry stopped. He could honestly not recall Kate’s last name. Did he ever know her last name? “Kate’s all you’re going to get.”

Hermione pursed her lips and shook her head. She would wait, she would have to apparently. “Okay Harry, but will I ever get to meet her?”

“Eventually,” Harry grinned and dropped her of at St. Mungo’s, “but not today. I don’t want to scare her off just yet.”

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“I don’t know your last name!” Harry yelled into Kate’s ear. They were once again at the Dizzy Dragon and a band was loud in the background. “We’ve been together for three weeks and I don’t know your last name.”

“Herrington,” Kate said into his ear, laughing as she did. “My name is Kate Herrington and you’re Harry Potter.”

“When did I tell you that?” Harry slid his drink down the bar, signaling he was ready for another.

“The night we met. You probably don’t remember. I used my charming journalism skills on you and found out that your name is Harry James Potter, you grew up in Surrey, your parents passed away when you were a baby and you went to a boarding school that you refused to tell me the name of,” Kate beamed at him.

Harry was astonished. He had no idea he had told her those things then. “You amaze me everyday.”

Kate laughed and took a sip of her green apple martini. “Um, I have to step over here for a mo’ darling. I have an interview tonight, remember?”

“Oh yeah,” Harry nodded. He remembered her telling him that she had to interview an up and coming band tonight. “How long will it take?”

Kate kissed his cheek. “Not long. I’ll be up there in the V.I.P. lounge. When I’m done we can go do something else,” she kissed his lips and went up the stairs to the lounge where Harry could see a group of long haired guys drinking and throwing things around the lounge through the window.

Harry sighed and resorted himself to a fresh drink. He would glance up at the window to the lounge every once in awhile and could faintly see Kate jotting down notes in her slim reporter’s book and one particular member of the band getting closer and closer to her.

Harry gritted his teeth and refused another drink. If he had another, he would forever embarrass himself and Kate as he would physically beat the little bands asses. The music seemed to be getting louder and Harry looked up at the window one more time to see Kate pushing the guy off of her and he was still trying to grab her.

Harry pushed his way to a corner where nobody seemed to be paying attention to anyone but themselves and appaparated to the top of the stairs, behind the bouncer.

“Hey!” the bouncer yelled, “how the bloody hell did you get up here?”

Harry ignored him and let himself into the smoky room to see Kate coming towards it, the guy right behind her. Harry could faintly see tears rimming her eyes.

“Hey baby love, come here,” the musician yelled as he turned Kate around and held her in place firmly.

“Son of a bitch,” Harry ran forward and yanked Kate out of the way and punched the guy in the face. “Don’t you fucking touch her again!”

“Harry! Stop it!” Kate screamed as Harry scuffled with the musician, who was fighting back, but not with as much force or vengeance as Harry. Two beefy bodyguards pulled them apart and escorted Harry out of the bar, Kate fuming behind them.

“What is wrong with you?” Kate screeched when they got outside. “I had everything under control and then you barge in there as if you have something to prove! I could loose my job for this Harry!” She hit him with her white Prada bag.

Harry’s jaw dropped. “How could you say that? He was all over you and you were in tears! What did you expect me to do, just sit there and be okay with him attacking you! I don’t think so Kate!”

“I’ve known Pat since grammar school! I had finished the interview and he told me about how his older sister, who my sister was friends with, died from cancer! But did you know that? No! You just saw something, thought something and starting fighting like a loon! You’ll be lucky if he doesn’t press charges.” Kate walked away, her heels clicking angrily, before turning back around to face him. “At least I saw how psychotic you really were before we got any deeper. Stay away from me.”

“Wait, Kate!” Harry hurried after her, trying to find a way to turn this to a good light on him. “Kate, I’m sorry, I really am. I wasn’t thinking. Don’t, don’t walk away like this!” He grabbed her arm and turned her around, similar to how Pat had done. “Please.”

“Harry, let me go,” Kate demanded softly, not looking at him.

“Kate,”

“Let me go!”

“Oy, what seems to be the problem here?” An officer flashed his light on the couple, giving a wary eye to Harry.

“Nothing officer,” Kate said softly, her muscles loosing their tense feel under Harry’s grip. She sighed rested her head on his chest. “It was just a misunderstanding sir, nothing to fear. Thank you though.”

The officer glared at Harry and walked down the sidewalk.

“Kate,” Harry tried to start weakly.

Kate kissed his lips softly. “Call me in the morning, okay?”

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