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Across the Universe	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5055 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Busy week and my writer's block are slowly coming off and I hope it does because I am absolutely not getting much work done these past days.
Hope all is well with everyone.
Can't wait for the weekend even though I'd be busy as hell as well.
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Chapter IX
Café Verona

“Please don’t tell me I’m feeling guilty.” Hermione groaned at Harry as she stopped by his office to check up if he was ready for their lunch out.
“You should feel guilty.” Harry told her as he folded parchments away and kept them inside his desk drawers.
Hermione sighed heavily as she entered feeling worse than she had been since the conference meeting.
It has been four quiet days since she has encountered Loki Laufeyson and the guilt inside of her was growing like some monster slowly eating her up.
“Is Kingsley still mad?” Hermione asked as she slumped against Harry’s large and fluffy couch in his office.
“Oh he’s not mad.” Harry gently told her with a knowing smile. “But he thinks that you should still take some time out.”
She groaned again and buried her face in one of the comfortable square pillows.
“Time out?” Hermione repeated rolling her eyes. “What am I, seven?”
Harry smirked at her as he continued to clear his things away.
“You haven’t heard from him?” Harry asked her.
“No.” Hermione said in a muffled voice as she kept her face over the fluffy pillow. “Not a fucking word from that stalker.”
“Oh, wow. Now he’s a stalker.” Harry laughed at her. “Should you be glad that he’s not around, not a word or face in sight?”
Hermione removed the pillow from her face and stared up at Harry.
“That’s the point.” Hermione muttered rolling her eyes.
“What do you mean?” Harry asked. “You miss him stalking you?”
“Ofcourse not.” she quickly snapped at him. “I mean, there’s no word on or from him. No-nothing. And if that remains, Kingsley will think that I’ve messed up big time and he may remain mad at me.”
“Again, Hermione, Kingsley isn’t mad at you.” Harry seriously reasoned to her pausing his packing away and sitting at the edge of his desk.
“But he thinks I’ve messed up.” Hermione pointed out.
“Yeah, he does.” Harry said. “So he advises a time out from you.”
“But I am very well and I do not fucking need a time out.” Hermione said looking considerably moody back at him. “Should I owl him?”
“Laufey-guy?”
“Laufeyson.” Hermione corrected. “And yes, him.”
Harry shook his head.
“I don’t think there’s a need. He’s a guy.” Harry said. “He’ll get over it.”
“But I offended him.” Hermione said with a furrowed brow.
“Well, you should have thought about that before you went bantering on about him in front of everyone.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“You’re not helping.”
“I’m telling you what you need to do and what’s what and not.”
She stared up at him not knowing what to say.
She surely offended the man because she knew that he was supposed to meet the Minister and some of the officials for the Bifrost project and there is still absolutely no word from the man to anyone at the Ministry of Magic in regards on setting up a meeting.
“It’s bad, isn’t it?”
“Maybe.” Harry said looking concerned now about her. “Look, don’t sweat it. He’s a guy. He may have been offended but he’ll get over it easily. He’ll come around. Besides, the Ministry isn’t the only trip he has so I’m quite sure he’s just busy. I’ve seen his itinerary and he has a lot on his plate.”
“You’ve seen his itinerary?!” Hermione gaped out loud with eyes wide.
“Yes.” Harry casually said as he finished packing his things. “He gave a calendar plate for it so we can adjust to the meetings he is only ever available and ofcourse- what?”
Harry stopped and asked as Hermione’s eyes went virally wide and she walked quickly towards him.
He looked at her and even without a word, he already knew what she was thinking.
Harry shook his head already knowing the smile that was slowly spreading across her face as she inched herself closer him, giving him the kindest of gleam in her eyes.
“No, Hermione.” Harry said quickly moving away from her.
“Oh, come on!” Hermione argued with him as she halted him from walking away from her. “It’s just a stupid planner-“
“No.” Harry warned her. “It’s a Ministry memo now and I can’t show you that-“
“I’m part of the Bifrost Project-“
“Not according to Kingsley until you’ve gathered yourself together-“
“Oh, come on, Harry!” Hermione groaned at him. “It’s just a list of his to-do. Come show it to me-“
“First of all, it’s his private and business itinerary and you have absolutely no business in regards to it-“
“Oh really-“
“Secondly, I don’t have it, so even if I wanted to show it to you, I can’t.”
“But where is it?”
“I have no idea-“
“Where is it?” Hermione asked again blocking him from moving away.
“I’ve got bloody no idea-“
“WHERE IS IT, HARRY?” she asked in a gentle yet a tone full of warning as her eyes settled on him alone.
He looked at her and blinked.
And Hermione already knew that he was lying to her.
They stared at one another and one blink once more from Harry already told Hermione where it was.
Within a moment, they were both screaming at one another and scrambling onto their feet as Hermione ran as fast as she could to the next room of his office where a small desk drawer could be found with all of Harry’s important documents.

“Bloody hell, the man is rich.” Hermione made a commentary as they sat over a late lunch while she ran page after another of Loki Laufeyson’s itinerary on the calendar plate.
It was a small, thin notebook copy of all the things he had been planning to do for which was given to Harry and the rest of the people who were manning the Bifrost Project.
“I’m sure that interests you.” Harry said as he rolled his eyes and drank half the glass of beer he had ordered from the restaurant they were having their lunch.
Hermione had barely touched her steak as she flipped through the small pages of the calendar plate.
“Hermione, if Kingsley finds out that I’ve showed this to you-“
“Oh, come off it.” Hermione said without looking up at him and brushing his hand away. “I’m just trying to memorize everything that is in here-“
“Memorize?” Harry asked her.
“Well, are you going to let me borrow and keep it for a while?” she asked excitedly, eyes wide.
“Now, that’s not happening.” Harry said quickly reaching over it.
Hermione moved it away from him.
“Fine.” Hermione muttered. “Just give me a bit more of time. I just want to know what’s he doing and what he has on his plate-“
“Are you going to stalk him?” Harry asked. “Cause that is stalking already.”
Hermione shook her head at him as she tried to memorize some notes and dates from the itinerary.
“He’s at the plaza right now.” Hermione said quickly taking note of the details over the date and time. “The plaza near the main library in town. You think we can go there?”
Harry reached for the calendar but Hermione moved it once more out of his reach.
“Mione-“
“Come on, I just want to see him and apologize.”
“He’ll come back.”
“Not in a week!” Hermione quickly said. “I want to know what he’s doing-“
Harry stared at her, looking outright disapproving of her attitude at the moment.
“You know what, do whatever. But just don’t include me in this.” Harry said and the irritation in his tone was very obvious now.
He had finished his pasta and Hermione hadn’t even began on hers.
He prepared to leave meeting her eyes.
Hermione only gazed up at him from the planner when she noticed that Harry was already about to leave.
“Harry-“
“I’ll see you tonight at the office before six.” Harry said. “Give me back the planner tonight.”
And before Hermione could say anything else, Harry had left her with her thoughts scattered all over as she battled whether to follow him or continue with her tiny little new hobby.

Three hours later, Hermione had casually worn long black leggings, a red knitted sweater that Mrs. Weasley had given her at a previous occasion, a thin scarf around her neck and a black cap.
She tried to look as discreet and away as possible from her usual clothes and stayed at Café Verona, the café right across the library and plaza from which she thought Loki Laufeyson would be.
According to the planner in her bag, he was supposed to be here today for lunch and an afternoon meeting with a couple of Ministry officials in regards of knowledge and information for books he wanted to donate at the library and the other financial matters he could give for the plaza in order to demonstrate some better reconstruction for it.
As far as Hermione knew, he was meeting with Ministry officials she wasn’t very familiar with as they worked in a different department at the government.
Hermione promised herself that this was going to be a very carefully orchestrated plan and that she would leave as soon.
She wasn’t even sure why she was there as this was obviously, as Harry calls it, stalking already.
But there was something about the man and the way she had given him a final impression that made her want to right what felt and seemed wrong at the time.
Hermione was halfway into drinking her hot chocolate when she saw that the man himself had walked into the café alongside two Ministry officials and three others from MaCusa.
She quickly hid herself behind the folder and book she had brought with her and carefully watched them walk in.
She was right to pick the table by the corner and adjacent to the door of the café.
She could see him from across the street and yet if he enters the café, she would be able to hide in a position he wouldn’t see her.
He had picked a table a few from her but one from which he couldn’t possibly see her unless he purposely move across the room or crane his neck to one side and exchange chairs with one of the people he was with.
He had ordered joyously for himself and the people around him.
“Flaunting his money all over.” Hermione muttered under her breath as a moment later, two large bottles of the expensive wine had been served while they waited for their other orders.
Hermione watched with keen and observant eyes as they conversed and everyone around him was just very much engaged with his charm.
She wondered what possible things he was relying to them for them to pay that much attention to him.
Her brown eyes narrowed as he casually stood up to excuse himself to wash his hands as two waiters started placing their orders on their table.
She stared as he walked to the other side of the café where the bathroom was while their table was being served with what looked like the best dishes from the menu.
Hermione had been patient but it had taken him a while to come back to the table.
He was smiling and he had gestured for them to begin on their food already.
In order to enable her to stay longer, Hermione ordered for a platter of seafood pasta and watched them continue their meeting while she hid herself behind the menu or the book by her table.
She wished she had one of those Extendable Ears of George and Fred at the moment because she was really practically bending her neck just to get a little glimpse of their conversation.
The officials were enjoying themselves not only for the food he had bought them but the company they had.
His black hair fell at the sides of his shoulders and his eyes gleamed and his smile was a mixture of glee and of something else.
Hermione couldn’t pinpoint what exactly, but there was something in the look of his face that both fascinated her and made her feel uncomfortable.
There was really something with the man that she just couldn’t shake away.
The late luncheon had taken about two hours or so and the next time Hermione stared by her small pocket watch, it was nearly six in the evening already.
Their meal had turned into a few more bottle of drinks and Hermione knew that whatever they’ve talked about, they’ve already been bought by the man himself.
Hermione had finished her pasta and her hot chocolate and had ordered herself a small bottle of sparkling drink when she checked her watch again.
It was nearly seven and Harry was going to kill him for not returning at the office and not returning the planner.
She had taken her time studying, reading and memorizing the details the planner has provided her as she got bored for the hours that Loki spent with the officials.
Hermione has read all the charity events he was about to attend, the things he wanted to be bought for these events, the people he was in contact with and the other to-do list.
But it wasn’t written in the planner when he was planning to leave if he was indeed foreign.
And a few pages at the back of the calendar plate had writings on them that Hermione didn’t understand.
Most of the pages were obviously written for him by his assistant or so but the writings with different sort of patterns, shapes and languages were handwritten differently.
Was this his own handwriting?
But how come he had written it in different lettering and form.
It bothered her for she knew immediately that it wasn’t just another form of language but that it was also important.
Why had he taken end notes in a different language?
What was so important and formed in secret that he had to do it this way?
She had been thinking of bringing it home or bringing it to Harry when Loki finally stood up to shake the hands of each official with a bit more of laugh and pat over the back as they bid one another goodbye.
Hermione quickly gathered her things from the table while keeping herself still hidden at the corner as she watched with careful eyes as they all started leaving the table with laughs and conversations still on going as they all clapped one another’s back as they prepared to leave.
Hermione had lost her patience and had shoved all her things together inside her bag including the planner and had waved the waiter for her bill as fast as she could in order to follow them out of the café.
But after impatiently waiting and shoving her bill on the small bill tray, the next time she looked up their table was completely empty now and the waiters were clearing away their dishes.
“What the fuck.” Hermione muttered slinging her bag around her and looking around the restaurant.
All the officials were gone and her eyes scanned all directions of the café with question in her eyes and fast heart beat at the thought of it.
One moment they were all just about to leave and the next, they had completely vanished from sight.
Where the hell was Loki?
Hermione quickly fidgeted for the calendar back inside her bag to check if he had anything else planned for the night so she could follow while making her way out of the restaurant.
Hermione eyed the exit door as the waiter bid her thank you and good bye while she hurriedly scanned the depths of her bag for the planner as she made her way out.
But the next moment, Hermione had painfully skidded and bumped into a collision straight towards someone that she dropped her bag and all its contents including the small calendar plate.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” Hermione muttered scrambling to her feet to pick up everything that fell all over by the entrance door of the café.
She quickly gathered all her belongings and threw them right back in her bag and was just about to reach for the calendar plate when the person she bumped into reached to it first and bent forward to hand it to her.
“I’m so sorry.” Hermione said her eyes moving from her bag, to the planner and to the pair of elegant black shoes in front of her.
Her eyes widened as the calendar was held and was being gently handed to her.
Her heart began to beat extremely fast as she slowly looked up.
“I would take it that this isn’t yours?” Loki’s deep, silky and amused voice came as moved closer to her, half bent on his knees as he handed her the planner.
All the colour from Hermione’s face had vanished and her voice felt very much stuck in her throat.
Her heart was beating fast, her voice lost and her hand slightly shaking as she looked up and met his gaze and the amused yet questioning glare from his face told her that she was just busted as hell at that very moment.
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