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Semblance of Normality	By : Ladylala04 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 28248 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise or the characters. They are a product of J.K. Rowling's wonderful mind. This story is purely a work of fiction and it serves for entertainment purposes only. I gain no monetary profit from this story.

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  After clearing the morning dishes away, Harry grabbed his satchel and Auror robe off the back of his chair. His mind was still feeling a bit sluggish from the vigorous wanking session he’d had earlier. Normally, a light kip was in order after such an atomic climax. He couldn’t take one because he was due for work; though he really wished he could because he practically hadn’t gotten any sleep last night. Harry let out a deep yawn. He was sure a shot of Pepper-Up potion would be needed before the day was out.

As he made his way towards the door, he glanced at some of the pictures that lined the walls of the sitting room. He noticed the one with Bill and his family standing in front of Shell Cottage smiling and waving energetically; one with the mischievous duo, Teddy and Freddy, just before they pranked an unsuspecting Percy, and a Muggle photo of the Grangers at their wedding anniversary.

When Harry’s eyes fell on the picture he’d been trying to avoid looking at for the past six weeks, he slowed his steps down a bit. It was a photo of Ginny and him standing in front of the Harpies Quidditch Pitch just after she made the team.

They looked so happy together.

Gods, he had such a good thing going with her; why the hell did he have to go and bollix it all up? Why couldn’t he just be happy with her? Why couldn’t he just settle for her?

Ginny was everything a bloke could ever want in a woman. She was beautiful, caring, humorous, but above all else, she was loyal. Harry hated and was ashamed to admit that deep down, on some subconscious level; he sort of exploited that attribute. Being deprived of love for most of his life and knowing he would never have what he truly wanted, he became enchanted with the notion of Ginny loving him and he was absolutely thrilled to be with her towards the end of sixth year. However, the lie of him falling in love quickly fell apart but the intoxicating feeling of someone actually being in love with him didn’t wane.

Seeing how she waited for him to return her feelings, and she waited for him to return from his Horocrux hunt; he just expected or her to always be there. So when he began to emotionally drift away and started unintentionally doing stupid and inconsiderate boyfriend stuff, he figured she would simply forgive him.

Ginny’s loyalty and patience, however, didn’t last forever. After the Harpies won their first match she told Harry she thought they should go their separate ways. And that was it. He didn’t blame her though; she deserved a better man who could love her the proper way. It was honestly a great decision for them both. But on some of his loneliest days, he couldn’t help but to think how his life could have been, if only he hadn’t taken her for granted and if only he wasn’t under the bewitching spell of unrequited love.

He went out of the flat and shut the door behind him. He didn’t have time to ponder about the what-could-have-been’s this morning. He crossed the street to the discreet alley-way and Disapparated.

Harry quickly approached a crowded lift and slipped inside just before the doors closed. The small enclosed space was tightly packed with people who quietly gossiped and chatted amongst each other. Silently, he counted how long it would take for someone on the lift to recognize him. He knew it was a terribly vain game to play, but it helped pass the time on the uncomfortable ride down.

With the Ministry of Magic being such a vastly staffed institution, a person could be employed there for twenty years and still not know all of the people who worked in his or her own department. Unfortunately, Harry didn’t have the pleasure of anonymity here.

… 6… 7…. 8… 9-

“Look Margret, it’s him! It’s Harry Potter,” a woman excitedly whispered behind him.

Well, nine seconds, that’s a new record. Harry thought to himself.

“No, it isn’t. Harry Potter is much taller than that.” ‘Margret’ replied.

Harry smirked to himself. That always seemed to be the complaint whenever people met him in person. It was like they expected him to be eight feet tall or something. Well, with all the wild stories Wizarding tabloids had been printing about him over the years, he shouldn’t be too surprised that people were disappointed to know that he was actually a normal looking, average height bloke.

He got off on Level Two and went down the corridor to Auror Headquarters.

Some days, Harry could hardly believe that he was actually living out his teenage dream of becoming an Auror. He still thanked his lucky stars that Kingsley convinced the heads of the Magical Law Enforcement to temporarily relax the strict requirements for Auror admittance. Though it really didn’t take much convincing; the department was horribly understaffed due to the death, disappearances, and corruption of several of its employees during the war. When the Ministry offered Auror candidacy, for a three year period, to any individuals who fought against Voldermort in the final battle, Harry made sure he was one of the first people in the queue.

He entered the heavy ornate doors, gave a smile and a nod to the receptionist, and navigated his way through the maze of mostly empty cubicles to his own, or what he liked to call the ‘greenhouse’ because he shared the space with fellow Junior Auror, Neville Longbottom.

“Morning Neville,” Harry said taking a seat.

“Mornin’ Harry,” Neville replied with a rush between whispering Augumenti to water his vast assortment of greenery.

Harry always admired Neville’s passion and dedication to his plants, even if it could be a bit annoying at times. Especially when Neville’s growing collection began to encroach on his side of the cubicle, but since all Junior Aurors had to share cubicles until they earned the right of having their own, which normally happened when one crossed over to the Auror grade, Harry learned to tolerate it. With Neville being one of his mates and the only person he totally trusted in his graduating class, sharing with someone else was out of the question.

Harry looked around and noticed that there was a new addition to their greenhouse sitting on the corner of his desk. The long thin prickly leaves of the tiny plant sort of reminded him of hairy spider legs.

“I see you have a new one here.” Harry said probing at it with the end of his quill.

“Uh… yea,” Neville said, turning and facing Harry after watering the last one. “It just came in this morning. Luna came upon it on her expedition in Nigeria and said that the natives there use it as a symbol for protection and luck. I hope you don’t mind.” He said scratching the back of his head and giving an apologetic shrug.

“No, Its fine; I really like it actually. Maybe it will protect the quills and sweets Ron always nicks from my desk whenever his class comes for a tour.”

Neville gave a knowing chuckle. Almost everyone who knew Ron knew of his arachnophobia.

“Speaking of Ron,” Neville said taking a seat. “I ran into him this morning in Diagon Alley. I tell you the bloke didn’t look too well. He was all pale and clammy; like he’d just run into a nest of Acromantula. I asked him what was the matter and he told me he had to make a life or death decision today. So let me guess, is he finally going to ask Hermione to marry him?”

Harry shook his head. Ron could be so dramatic at times.

“Between you and me, that’s exactly what he plans on doing, I think.”

“That’s wonderful. It’s about time those two settled down. Honestly, I thought they would be the first to get married in our group. I was really surprised that Luna and I got engaged before them.”

“Yeah, I guess it is about time they settled down.” Harry said hoping he didn’t sound jaded.

“Hey, with those two going, you can have a proper bachelor’s pad now.” Neville waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Harry forced a smile, not wanting Neville to know how upset he really was over Ron and Hermione’s eventual departure from their shared home.

Neville shoved a few things from his desk into his bag and stood up.

“Well I’m off. See-ya.” he said slinging his bag over his shoulder and walking out of the cubicle.

“Yeah, see-ya,” Harry replied without turning around. Then Harry thought for a moment and shouted for him to come back. When Neville poked his head from around the corner, Harry went over to him.

“You have recruit duty this week right?” Harry asked.

“Yeah.”

“Could you do me a favor? When you see Ron, could you tell him to meet me at that Muggle pub he likes around noon?”

“Sure thing, Harry.”

“Thanks, Neville. I’ll talk to you later.”

Neville gave a little nod and walked away.

Harry sighed and went back to his desk. Judging by Neville’s descriptions of his best mate’s appearance, he knew that Ron was teetering on the edge of a nervous breakdown due to his impending proposal. He wished he could switch schedules with someone assigned recruit duty so he could be closer to Ron, but he knew no one would be willing to give it up because that duty was everyone’s favorite.

Every few months, Junior Aurors spent a week mentoring and refining their skills with the upcoming graduating class of Auror recruits. Harry had recently had the duty and wouldn’t be able to do one for another few weeks. So the only time he could see and talk to Ron was during lunch hour. He hoped his friend could keep his cool until then.

Harry entered the busy little pub, found a nice secluded booth, and placed a lunch order for Ron and himself. As he waited, he couldn’t stop the happy fluttering in his heart because although he was worried about Ron, he was ecstatic because he actually got to work with Hermione today!

Aonghus Lyons, the Auror he was assigned to shadow for the week, had just busted a big magical creature smuggling ring and needed help identifying and securing a new home for the creatures that were seized and placed into custody. Lyons asked Harry to be in charge of the sorting and said that he would be partnered with a representative from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. When Harry asked him the name of the rep, he was delighted to find it was Hermione.

Apparently, she scheduled her meeting with B.A.R.F. early so she would be able to volunteer with the Auror Department.

Twenty minutes later, she met him at the Ministry Stables, looking sexy with her hair tied and the sleeves of her robes rolled up ready to work. Harry spent the rest of the morning in the company of the clever witch whom he so much adored. They laughed and joked and teased each other the entire time, and the best part was he was going to get to work with her again tomorrow.

Harry pulled out his golden pocket watch and checked the time. He still had a few more minutes to wait until Ron arrived. He wished Hermione could have joined them but she said she had to attend an important business lunch. Her job always kept her so busy, that’s why it was such a treat to be able to spend some time with her. And because they worked so closely together, Harry couldn’t help but to grope her with his eyes whenever she wasn’t looking.

He knew it was terrible and utterly perverted to do something like that, but damn, Hermione had a great body. When it got too warm in the stables, they removed their robes and Harry was able to get a nice view of her. He rarely got a chance to take in her lovely curves because of the fear of getting his face smashed in by the large freckled fist of her very large and very jealous boyfriend who always happened to be nearby. But, with it being just the two of them Harry was free to look all he wanted, and that he did.

Several times that morning, he caught himself staring at her fit arse whenever she bent over to look in a cage, or watched her breast slightly bounce whenever she cast flourishing spells. And when she gave him a goodbye hug, the only thing that kept his prick from spearing her through the stomach, was imagining Mundungus giving him a seductive belly dance.

Harry cast his attention to the entrance of the pub when a familiar shade of red caught his eye. Ron had arrived and was shuffling his way through the crowd. Harry noted that Neville was right in his descriptions because his mate looked absolutely terrible. Ron spotted him in the booth and came and sat down in a huff.

Before Harry could greet him or say anything, Ron blurted, “I can’t do it, Harry!!” and put his head in his hands.

This is going to be a rough lunch. Harry thought.

“What happened Ron? You were so determined to ask her this morning. Why have you suddenly changed your mind?”

Ron lifted his head up and began to rake his fingers through his hair.

“I don’t know what happened. I was so pumped up about it this morning that I dashed out to Jacob the Transfiguration Specialist to get Hermione a specially made ring. But as soon as I brought it and stuck it in my pocket, I guess the reality of what it really meant finally struck me. Merlin’s saggy left bollocks, Harry!! I’M GOING TO ASK HERMIONE TO BE MY WIFE!!” Ron yelled loudly.

The patrons in the pub all turned to look at them. Harry discreetly reached in his pocket and cast an aversion spell. Hopefully it was strong enough to keep the crowd from paying any attention to them, but weak enough to allow the waitress to bring them their orders.

“You need to calm down before you get yourself in a tizzy,” Harry reprimanded him.

“Bloody Hell, marriage is a seriously huge step. I mean I think I’m ready. No, I know I’m ready. Well, I think I know I’m ready but what if she isn’t? What if she…”

Ron rambled on and on about all of the reasons Hermione would not agree to marry him. He didn’t even pause when the waitress brought their food. Harry really hated seeing Ron like this and was glad his ‘freak-outs’ only happened on rare occasions. Ron had come a long way in improving his self-image but sometimes when he was terribly stressed about something, his insecurities would rear its ugly head. Harry knew a firm talking-to often snapped him out his oppressive thoughts.

Harry reached across the table and grabbed one of Ron’s hands that were furiously raking through his hair.

“Look,” Harry snapped to get his attention. “You put it in your head that you were going to do this, so do it. Don’t let any negative factors get in the way of something you clearly want. We both know that Hermione is mad    for you and I’m sure she will be ready when you ask, and if she’s not that’s fine as well. It’s just something the two of you will have to work through. But please, whatever you do, don’t throw in the towel before you even start the fight.”

Harry released his hand and sat back in his chair. Ron gazed at him for a few seconds then absent mindedly picked up a chip and popped it in his mouth. Harry knew that that was a good sign. They ate in silence for several moments before Ron spoke up.

“So I’m really going to do this, huh?” He asked.

“Yeah, I guess you are. Have you planned on how to go about?”

“There’s a way you have to go about it? I just thought you brought a girl a ring, got on your knees when she wasn’t expecting it, and asked her to marry you.”

“Well, that’s essentially what you’re doing, but women like for that kind of stuff to be special, romantic even.”

“I have no idea. Do you have any suggestions?”

Boy, did he ever. Little did Ron know that Harry often fantasized about that very subject, but not only about Hermione, for him as well. In Hermione’s scenario, Harry would take her to on a romantic evening at her favorite book store, slip the ring between the pages of her favorite Shakespearean Sonnet, and ask her to read it to him. In Ron’s, he would take him on a midnight broom flight and etch ‘Will you marry me?’ across the sky. He liked to think of himself as a helpless romantic.

For the majority of the lunch, Harry and Ron pitched various proposal ideas before finally deciding on the best one. Harry liked the fact that Ron greatly valued his opinions.

“Wow Harry, who knew you had a natural talent for this kind of thing. I swear if you did any of that stuff for me I would marry you on the spot.” Ron joked.

Harry quickly picked up his drink and hoped to hide the flush that was rapidly spreading across his cheeks.

“I’m going to try to get off early so I can set everything up.” Ron stuffed the last of his chips in his mouth, pulled out his wallet, and placed far too much Muggle money on the table. Harry sorted out the correct amount and handed the rest back to Ron.

“Thanks mate. Wish me luck. Merlin knows, I need all the luck I can get.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll do fine.”

“I hope so. See-ya later.” Ron waved and walked off.

“Bye and good luck.” Harry yelled after him. He downed the rest of his drink and paid their tab with the money Ron left. They always took turns paying for the other’s meal whenever they went to lunch.

As Harry walked down the streets of Muggle London, he couldn’t help but to feel a little envious of his best mates because they were about to embark on a new journey together, one in which he could not follow. It was selfish for him to feel that way and he knew it. He should be happy for them and support them like the best friend he was supposed to be.

Suddenly, Harry became very aware of the rising tide of shame and guilt that he’d been trying to ignore since his previous wanking session in the shower. The oncoming emotions were also mixed with a heavy dose of disappointment that stemmed from him breaking his own ‘no-masturbating-while-thinking-of-your-friends’ vow. Instantly he felt depressed and knew it could been seen all over his face. When this normally happened, Harry had enough time to compose himself before he had to interact with other people. However, due to terrible timing, he was now heading back to a place full of people who would be sticking their big fat noses in his business.

Perhaps now was a great time to visit the Hall of Pensieves to decipher Ron’s mysterious message. He wouldn’t have to worry about running into anyone because no one hardly ever went down there and he could come up with some story to explain to Lyons why he didn’t directly report back after his lunch hour. The plan sounded great. However, Harry knew the mission’s success relied heavily on his ability to convince the Titulari Memoria to allow him access to the Pensieves. He just hoped that he was able to hold himself together.

A/N: Dear Readers, I'm sooo sorry for the massive delay! Summer school was super tough, but now that it's over, my brain can focus better on my story. Hopefully the next update will be coming soon.
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