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"So you weren't joking. I thought this was another classic Potter prank."

Harry jumped, almost dropping his cologne bottle. "Blimey, Hermione! Warn a bloke next time." He shook his head, then turned to face her. "What's this 'classic Potter prank' you speak of?"

Hermione scoffed. "Don't play innocent with me, Mr. Potter. I know all your secrets." She gave him one of her patented glares, which Harry knew better than to ignore.

"Oh, I see." He replied loftily.

He placed the bottle back on the counter and opened one of the drawers, revealing his shaving kit. "Everything's here. Am I missing something else?"

"Harry." She said, half fond and half exasperated. "Your Movember pledge. Or is it No Shave November?"

"Oh. That." He gave her a crooked grin and closed the drawer. "I got tired of cutting myself with the razor nearly every day, and it's for an important cause. And you like the scruffy look, I know you do."

She couldn't even deny it. Lately their bedroom life had been rather active. She liked the beard burn, especially in... certain areas.

Hermione cleared her throat, trying to brush off the mental imagery. "I agree, it is an important cause..." She paused. "I think we could do it together. Make it a team effort."

"Or you think that shaving is a pain in the arse too." Harry teased. "It's okay to admit it, mere dil."

She rolled her eyes but smiled. "Maybe I do, but that's besides the point." Her brown eyes looked up at him hopefully. "We can have this be a tradition, too."

"A Granger-Potter tradition?" Harry mused aloud, walking over to her and pulling her into his arms. "That sounds brilliant." He rubbed his face in her neck, which felt both ticklish and delightful.

"Harry!" This time she laughed, trying to shake him off. "Merlin, what am I going to do with you."

"Whatever you want, ma'am. I exist to please you." At this, her eyes darkened.

"To our room pronto, mi cielo."

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Harry was nearly done getting the champagne ready when he heard the doorbell ring. That must be her, he thought, and quickly rushed to let her in.

Sure enough, it was Hermione. As soon as the door opened he found himself enveloped in one of her wonderful tight hugs. “We saw each other the other day,” he managed to say.

At that comment, she let go of him and lightly punched his shoulder. “With other people! Since our friends decided to bail on us for New Year’s –” She stopped once she saw his amused face. “Sometimes I wonder why I put up with you, Harry,” she said dryly.

He pulled her inside and shut the door behind them. “Because I’m your best friend, you love my sunny personality, and we’re basically stuck together for life,” he remarked, trying not to laugh at her scowl. “That’s a compliment, Hermione!”

“You’re so funny, I forgot to laugh,” Hermione replied, biting back a grin. “So it’s just the two of us ringing in the New Year?” She confirmed. “Because I heard from Ron today; he and Luna are in Brazil, for their honeymoon.”

“Looks like it,” Harry answered, leading her to the kitchen. “And Neville, Ginny, Dean, and Seamus are either out of town visiting relatives or decided to celebrate by themselves.”

“Yeah, Parvati and Lavender are having a date night at home,” Hermione added, smiling inwardly. “They thought it would be better than dealing with the crowds in the city.”

“They had the right idea,” Harry said, taking out some crystal goblets from the cabinet and pouring some champagne into them. A small television – on mute – was on a nearby table, already showing celebrations in other countries. (In London, it was seven minutes to midnight.)

He handed one glass to Hermione and kept the other for himself. After taking a sip, he continued. “It’s funny. This time last year we weren’t even thinking about celebrating anything, let alone the New Year. I didn’t think I would even live to see the end of 1998. And now we’re closer to another century ending…”

“Technically, the new millennium starts on January 1, 2001,” Hermione couldn’t help saying. “2000 is still part of the 20^th century, according to the Gregorian calendar. The one we use, along with many other places. The 21st century would be from 2001 to 2100.”

“The more you know,” Harry mused. “I should write an ode to that amazing brain of yours.”

“You’re ridiculous, Potter,” Hermione looked down so he wouldn’t see her rapid blush. She also shrugged off her red coat, hat and scarf and placed them on one of the barstools. Harry’s flat was located near the boiler room, so she wasn’t all that cold.

“Just stating the facts. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you and the countless times you saved my sorry arse.” Harry’s voice was low, but she still heard him clearly.

“And I wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t saved my sorry arse too, so we’re even,” Hermione countered. She hesitated for a second, wondering if she should say the next part. “I’m happy you are here to see the New Year, Harry. Not as a specter, but someone who’s beautifully and thankfully alive. You, more than anyone, should celebrate a new start, another chance for better things.”

He gave her a tiny smile. “Right back at you.” Then he looked at the stove clock. “One minute until 1999, then. Still the 20^th century,” he said with a laugh.

They watched the TV countdown; outside some firework explosions could already be heard.

“Ten…nine…eight…seven…six….five…four…three…two…”

“One!” They said in unison and clicked their goblets together.

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It had been an honest mistake. It really was – whatever her intentions had been, they hadn’t included shamelessly ogling her best friend of six years. And in the prefects’ bathroom, no less!

Hermione’s face was still hot from remembering the moment. It was permanently etched in her mind, a sight she didn’t think she would ever forget as long as she lived.

Since it was the weekend, she took a rare break from her studies and prepared for a trip to the prefects’ bathroom. She needed some space away from Gryffindor House and her friends; a soothing bath seemed to be the best option where she could relax and be on her own for a while.

With a book, a towel, and her favorite soap (pomegranate scented), she’d made her way to the room…only to be abruptly greeted with the sight of a nearly naked Harry Potter (who apparently had the same bright idea as her).

Hermione had stood there, frozen like a statue, while her best friend enjoyed his bath/spa experience. His head was tilted back, his lovely green eyes closed. The bubbly water concealed the lower half of his body. Yet she could see the look of serene rapture he wore, which made her feel both happy and annoyed.

She tried not to let her eyes linger on how much Harry had changed physically. He wasn’t the small, starved, awkward and wide-eyed boy she’d met on the train; after a mix of Hogwarts meals and Mrs. Weasley’s cooking, along with Quidditch and being outside most of the time, he was taller, stronger and more graceful in his movements. Harry had grown into his skin.

And everyone was finally noticing. (“More fanciable than ever,” indeed.)

As soon as she was about to leave, Harry opened his eyes. They widened upon seeing her. “Hermione! What are you doing here?” His voice, now deeper, was not helping her train of thought.

“I’m sorry!” She squeaked. “I believed the room was free…I’ll go now. You can stay.” She didn’t look him in the eye, afraid he would see what her oh so helpful brain was imagining.

Then she bolted, leaving a very baffled Harry Potter behind.

When Hermione returned to the girls’ dormitory, she threw her bath essentials on the bed and buried her face in her pillow.

He’s not a piece of meat. This is Harry, who hates being the center of attention and made into a sex object. You remember that, Granger.

The mental imagery of her stupidly attractive (and shirtless!) best friend remained, no matter how hard Hermione tried to banish it away. She couldn’t fall for him (she shouldn’t).

When they saw each other later that day, Harry smiled shyly at her. And Hermione’s blush stayed for a long time.

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After eighth year was over, diplomas were given out, and graduation parties were celebrated, Harry found himself at a crossroads. Being an Auror had once sounded appealing, but after dying, coming back to life, and dealing with a bottomless pit of wizard racists, he realized he wanted something more. Something that wouldn’t stress him out, make him forget what was truly important, and that he genuinely loved doing. Solving mysteries and catching criminals was fine when he had Hermione and Ron at his side. But now, at nearly nineteen, Harry had lots more free time and was at a loss on what to do next.

So on a whim, he signed up for a sculpture and ceramics course. It was held at an art studio near his flat (he’d moved out of Grimmauld Place, leaving it in Kreacher’s capable hands). He thought of going outside his comfort zone for once. And maybe it would give him the chance to breathe, a break from his Man Who Lived Twice status.

This particular day, Harry had taken out his pottery wheel and began working on the current project. He was twenty minutes early; the instructor was in the next room answering a phone call. Harry’s class had about ten students, but the number fluctuated depending on the day and time. While he was lost in the wheel’s noise and making the clay fit with what he had in mind, he failed to notice the door opening and another person – one he knew rather well – walking in.

She looked around in wonder at the studio, until her gaze fell upon him. “Harry! You’re attending a class here?” She exclaimed, moving closer to his station.

At that comment, Harry jolted and nearly fell off his seat. He turned off the wheel and faced Hermione. “Yeah, started a few weeks ago. I didn’t know you were coming here too,” he smiled bashfully. “Or I would have told you earlier.”

“My friend from the library recommended this place. She said it could be an outlet for me… art is very underrated therapy.” Hermione looked at his sculpture in progress. “So you’re taking up the family business, I see.”

“Oh, this?” Harry shrugged. “It’s like stress relief for me, something I wanted to try for a while. I am nowhere close to being an actual potter.”

“But you are good with your hands,” Hermione said without thinking.

Harry’s smirk widened. “Why, Miss Granger, I had no idea you felt that way about me!”

She buried her face in her hands. “Oh shut it,” she muttered, ignoring his laughter. Hermione had missed the sound of his laugh; she treasured it as much as seeing his grins.

“Anyway,” she briskly tried to change the subject, “we both want to work with pottery. After I meet with the teacher, can I sit with you? And maybe watch?” She mumbled the last part.

“Hermione.” Harry looked at her with fond exasperation. “You don’t even have to ask.”

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Hermione slammed her bag on the table, startling Harry from his daydreaming. "I'm declaring war."

Harry watched her warily. "We just fought one and are recovering from it, you want to fight another creep on world domination?"

"Not like that," She poked him in the arm. "I was talking about today. The day that's more about who gets the most musical messages or candy boxes and flower bouquets rather than showing an important person in your life how much you appreciate them! It's so commercial and not really about romance anymore."

"And why celebrate only one day? You can do it any day or every day of the year," Harry added.

"Exactly!" Hermione took a chip from his plate. "You get me. Valentine's Day can rot."

Harry took a quick sip of his pomegranate juice. "So..we both are single and have known each other since practically forever. Why be left out? Let's do a celebration of our own."

Hermione gave him a quizzical glance. "You mean a date, Harry...?"

"More of a venting session, whatever you want. We could go to your favorite shop in Paris, see the Great Wall or the Hawa Mahal..." He cleared his throat, then said quietly, "but if you want it to be a date...I can make that happen."

Hermione nearly grabbed his hand and Apparated them out of the cafe. She watched him pay for the meal, then they both headed toward a deserted alleyway.

"What are you waiting for, Mr. Potter?" She grinned cheekily.

(In the end, they went to Waterstones and saw the sun set on Stonehenge.

"Maybe Valentine's Day isn't so overrated," Hermione mused later.

Upon hearing that, Harry's grin widened.)

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"I suddenly remember why I don't play this game." Hermione folded her arms and glared at the board in front of her. "It's too easy to win! Or lose, it's not challenging enough for me."

"Well, it's a game for actual kids," Harry remarked. Then he looked slyly at her. "And you said it was my pick tonight. 'Birthday boy rights' and all."

Hermione pretended to throw the spinner wheel at him. "Enough chattering, more playing, Potter."

"You're upset because you're losing." Harry pushed the arrow, then let out a joyful whoop. "Four! And it's one of the bigger ladders." He moved his piece upwards, to the space marked '31.'

Hermione couldn't hold back a pout. "Maybe I am, I have a right to be." She spun the brightly colored wheel and blinked when it landed on number one. "And I seem to recall a certain someone throwing popcorn everywhere when watching the World Cup and his team lost." Her eyes danced with mischief while she put her figurine on the space indicated as '13' (far too close to a chute for her liking).

"Okay, that was different," Harry tried to defend himself. "It was my first time watching football, and not having Dean's commentary around to influence me -"

"Excuses, excuses." Hermione scoffed. "It's the same situation, whether or not you call it a different name."

Instead of spinning the wheel again, this time Harry moved the board off to the side. "I don't mind this game really, it's a twist on snakes and ladders. Game of chance, yet... It shows the consequences of our actions, good and bad." He paused. "And I like the idea of Dad and Mum playing together, like she wanted to connect with his - our - heritage." This part was said quietly, as if he'd pondered it for a while.

"Then the British decided to 'balance' the odds so we have the same number of snakes - or chutes - and ladders," Hermione sighed. She nudged the spinner closer to Harry, a soft smile adorning her mouth.

"I suppose this game isn't so bad...if I'm playing with you."

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People called Harry Potter many things: The Boy Who Lived, A Liar and Traitor, Out of His Mind, An Ungrateful and Arrogant Brat, Our Best Hope.

Now he had a more welcome and accurate title, one he was proud of: Hermione Granger's hopelessly smitten boyfriend (and personal cheerleader).

At that moment, only two people even knew he was with Hermione. And he happened to be one of them.

Before, they had agreed to keep their relationship secret. There was a war going on and Horcruxes to find and destroy...along with protecting her parents and keeping them away from Death Eaters' clutches. Not to mention a Ron sized elephant that wouldn't be thrilled at the news.

They were almost done with seventh year (or eighth, technically) and still no one knew Harry and Hermione were together. Keeping the platonic facade in front of the Hogwarts - and general wizarding - population was no easy feat, even with an invisibility cloak and certain signals. But they had succeeded.

"Maybe we can tell people now we are dating," Hermione's voice interrupted his musings. "It's almost been a year..."

Harry nearly dropped the quill he was holding. They were at the library, working on a major Charms essay. While Hermione's parchment was nearly full, Harry's only contained his name and the topic.

He swallowed. "Is that okay with you? We both wanted to be low-key, I know -" It would be a relief to hold her hand or snog her without worrying about getting caught. "And there's Ron..."

She looked at him with steady brown eyes. "He is our best friend and will have to learn to deal. I am not some trophy or object to be fought over and won. I'm..tired of hiding us, Harry. I am not ashamed of you, and you shouldn't be either." A pause. "We fought for this, remember? A chance for a peaceful life, along with challenging the 'blood purity' mindset. You're my boyfriend and deserve to live - and act - like a regular teenager."

Harry nodded with a slight smile. "As you wish, regular girlfriend of mine."

She threw a spare piece of parchment at him, which he easily dodged.

An hour later they finished for the day and left the library. On the way to Gryffindor Tower, as they got closer to the portrait, Harry took Hermione's hand in his. "Ready?" He whispered. "Whatever happens, we always have each other."

She beamed at him. "I was born ready, Potter."

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Hermione Granger-Potter loved her family dearly - really, she did.

Sometimes though, she wondered what life would be like without the chaos that came with being the children of war heroes. Or worried if she and Harry were doing the best they could as parents, when they hadn't had many role models.

Their older daughter, Rose, was finally home for the Christmas holiday. Unfortunately this also meant she had some explaining to do.

She gave the girl the patented Granger look of disappointment. "Rosie, why did I get a letter from Professor Cartwright saying that you received a week's detention?"

Rose's eyes - the same vivid green as her father's - filled with tears. "That Parkinson git insulted Farah and made fun of her stutter, so I hexed him good. His friends saw it and ran to tell the professor." She hiccuped. "Farah's my best friend, I only wanted to help!"

"That you did, sweetie," Harry said gently, walking over to her and hugging her close to him. Next to him, their son Cedric looked on curiously, holding his father's other hand. "Farah's got a great friend like you to stand against bullies. But hexing the Parkinson kid isn't the answer either."

"What did you want me to do, ignore him? After everything you and Mum told me about Slytherin House -" Rose protested. "His parents are close with Scorpius'. How Scorp turned out so decent, I don't know!"

"Yes, you should ignore him..or tell an adult you trust. Or even tell us, we just want you to be safe," Hermione replied. "Bullies say anything just to get attention or they want to make others feel pain. As for Slytherin.... No house is completely good or completely terrible. We all want to promote house unity, not division."

In a softer voice she added, "Your father and I aren't upset at you, Rose. You are a good person for Farah, we don't doubt that."

"You're not mad I got the detention?" Rose asked nervously.

Harry's eyes sparkled. "Of course not, detention is a rite of passage for a Potter. Did I ever tell you how your mum slapped Draco Malfoy in our third year -" he yelped when Hermione poked his arm. "It was - ow - brilliant!"

"Harry!" Hermione scolded, but she couldn't stop the smile on her face. "Don't encourage her."

Rose's face brightened. "Mum did that? How did I never know this?"

"Story! Story!" Cedric exclaimed, clapping his hands.

Harry began the tale, and Hermione chimed in a few times to clarify or add commentary.

Parenting was difficult, she realized, but times like these it felt far less daunting with Harry and two brilliant kids.

Hermione wouldn't trade it for the world.

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Helena Granger was worried. For the past week since Hermione had arrived home for summer vacation, she'd stayed in her room and only came out for meals and to use the loo. She was quiet, far more quiet than her parents had ever seen her. When questioned if everything was alright, she gave a weak smile and said that she was fine. "I forget it takes a while to get used to the routine here again."

Her mother sensed it was something else. Her father, Marcus, had an idea too...so he decided to act.

He took Helena aside after dinner one night and made sure Hermione was too preoccupied to pay attention. "Our daughter may insist all is well, but I have a feeling she needs someone else to talk to. She misses her friends..." He shuffled nervously, then pulled out a paper that had a number written in messy scrawl.

Helena gave him a look. "Please don't tell me you did what I think you did."

"No! It was on the floor of the car, I vacuumed earlier. The number is for Harry."

"Hermione's Harry?" Helena clarified, smiling now. She had a very good inkling of what her husband was planning.

"Seems so. Maybe if she gets a chance to talk with him - it could help her, just to hear his voice and know he's alright."

"My husband the secret romantic." Helena teased.

Sure enough, Marcus left the paper in an obvious place for Hermione to find. And he watched from the sidelines, along with Helena.

Hermione ran excitedly to the kitchen phone, and had to dial twice since she rushed the first time.

"Hello, may I please speak to Harry? I'm also someone who can turn your entire family into slugs if you don't get him this instant." She stated in a sickeningly sweet tone. "I suggest you don't test me."

After a moment's pause, her grin widened. "Guess who."

Her parents wore matching smiles, then left their daughter to talk in private.

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Hermione wished all the Time Turners hadn't been destroyed in her fifth year. If she had one, she would use it to turn back the clock a month...and thwap herself for the brilliant idea of a camping trip retake (no Horcrux hunting necessary!).

When she had suggested it to Harry and Teddy, they had been wary yet interested in taking a mini vacation. Teddy was about to start his first year at Hogwarts while Harry had switched careers after a short stint at the Auror Department. He would be at Hogwarts too, this time as a flying instructor.

Hermione finished her mastery in law and was in the middle of job hunting. Out of both nostalgia and a need for a distraction from interview stress, she'd suggested going on a trip. Instead of traipsing through English forests, they decided to travel to a camp in North America, in one of the Midwestern states. 'It could be a fun challenge,' Hermione argued. And the camp photos were impressive, as well as the activities offered: archery, tennis, petting zoos, arts and crafts... Hermione's mind was dazzled.

Now, as she watched godfather and godson ('her babies' as Ron jokingly said) leap over rocks and small hills on the trail like bloody gazelles, she had to wonder how she was going to endure the trip next to Teddy and Harry, who were far more into the outdoors and interacting with nature than her.

"It's not a race, gentlemen," Hermione wryly called out. "We are here for a week, after all."

Harry slowed down and motioned for Teddy to do the same. Of course he was barely sweating, she thought with annoyance. "Aw, Mi -"

"It's new to us," Teddy replied with an adorable pout. "There's so much to see and do, one week won't be enough! And Uncle Harry said he's never been to this side of the country...just Nevada and Florida."

Hermione's heart softened at that. "Maybe we can stay a little longer...they gave us separate cabins." They had reserved one for Teddy and the other for Harry and Hermione, luckily a short distance from each other.

"So you're warming up to camping now," Harry teased, an infuriating grin on his face. "Our own cabins, not a tent! And we don't have to hunt or gather for food, they're feeding us here. What an upgrade, eh?"

Hermione shook her head and smiled. That Potter grin was too irresistible, years later. "I suppose it's much better conditions than last time," she commented. "No weird cursed objects to worry about either." He chuckled at that.

Harry took her hand in his as they walked down the path toward the lake, Teddy following close behind.

"Look, Hermione...I haven't said it yet, but thank you for suggesting this trip. It's something I think we needed," Harry whispered in her ear.

She didn't respond verbally, but squeezed his hand.

Perhaps the Time Turner wasn't needed at all.

What she really wanted was a camera, if only to capture the bright and beautiful smiles of her two favorite people.

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With shaky hands, Harry took out the gold and scarlet badge from the envelope. Even with his own eyes he couldn't believe it. How was it possible, he didn't deserve it, why had Dumbledore approved?

"What was in the - " Ron's eyes zeroed in on the object on Harry's palm. "Oh, you are a prefect? Congrats, mate." His voice was stilted. "The rule breaker becomes the rule enforcer, eh?"

Before Harry could react to that, the sound of rapid footsteps could be heard. A few moments later Hermione ran into the room, curls flying and clutching something in her hands. Her face lit up when she saw what Harry was holding. "You got it! Me too, Harry!" She jumped up and down, then went over to give him one of her infamous bone-crushing hugs (not that he was complaining).

"Not sure about me, but you definitely deserve it, Hermione," he murmured in her ear before they separated. They both didn't notice Ron leaving with a rueful look.

She poked him in the shoulder. "You earned it too, don't give me that nonsense Mr. Potter." Then she started rambling (adorably) about setting up patrol schedules and going over the handbook together.

Harry found himself marveling at Hermione's excitement.

"And Harry...for what it's worth." She hesitated for a second. "I think your parents would be so proud of you. You're a real honor to their memory."

Harry's throat tightened, but he gave her a watery smile.

Maybe enforcing the rules wouldn't be so bad.

Not when he had Hermione at his side.

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Hermione Granger was rarely panicky. She was known as the brightest witch of her generation for very good reasons; many had depended on her logic and steadfastness to guide them through tricky situations. Her best friends in particular were beginning to realize how sensibility and kindness were to be appreciated, not undervalued.

She did get passionate about certain issues; it was why she spent her days and nights after the war fighting for equality and change in a world that never accepted her.

Today was a exception. THE exception, to be precise.

Hermione was in high stress mode, trying not to set the kitchen on fire. She had gotten the bright idea of making a cake for her boyfriend's birthday, a homemade one with his favorite flavoring. It was also extra special since they were celebrating his birthday as a couple.

Hermione knew she was a great baker, she enjoyed the combination of science with magic. Say what you want about her cooking, but when it came to baking Hermione's skills were unmatched.

Yet everything was going downhill. The first time she'd put salt into the mixture instead of sugar. Then she tried using another spoon but realized it was the wrong measurement. Next she finished putting the dish in the oven only to remember last minute that Harry was allergic to strawberries. Her latest attempt was picture perfect but the taste was far from it.

Hermione was so tempted to quit, but decided not to. She knew her boyfriend's track record with birthdays wasn't the greatest and she was determined to do everything in her power to fix it. Because Harry deserved everything wonderful and beautiful in the world. A cake with candles and intricate frosting was the bare minimum, she knew.

She was debating whether or not to throw out the cake when a voice distracted her. Not just any person's voice.

"I'm sorry I'm late, love. Luna and Ron were showing me the photos from their trip. What.." Harry trailed off when he took in the scene in front of him, especially the teary-eyed Hermione. "Are you alright? Did something happen?" His eyes widened in alarm.

Despite her frustration Hermione couldn't help but smile inwardly at his focus on her. "I'm fine, Harry. Just..." She gestured wildly at the baking mess. "I wanted to make a cake for your birthday, except every time it turned out awful or I had the wrong miscalculation, and it had to be perfect because you deserve it, so much, and.." She started to sob, the stress overwhelming her.

Harry gently took her in his arms. "It's okay about the cake, you didn't have to -"

"But I wanted to," she replied with a sniffle. "I know it's a small thing, after everything we went through, but it's your birthday and I thought to make it..less painful. You lived eleven - well, ten - of them without a celebration. I wanted to have it actually be happy."

Harry's heart grew ten sizes at her words. Carefully he ran a hand through her hair, trying to soothe her. "Hermione, you already have made it happy. Just by being here. My first ten birthdays weren't... pleasant. That's true. Every birthday since then.. it's far different. You've been there for all of them. You remember it and let me know..." He swallowed.

Hermione lifted her head from his chest and looked up at him, a soft yet curious light in her eyes.

"You let me know I was..that I am someone who matters. That I deserve better." Harry finished. "The gifts were part of it, but you showed that every time you fought at my side and believed in me." He tapped her nose, which made her laugh. "At the risk of sounding trite...you make my birthdays happy, Hermione. The cake is a bonus, of course."

She smacked his shoulder lightly. "Harry!" Her eyes were overflowing with tears again (of relief and love, thankfully).

"What do you say about cleaning this up and going out to the library book sale? They may have a few copies of Sabriel, but you didn't hear it from me." He winked at her. "Spending time with you.. that's my birthday wish."

Hermione hugged him tightly. "Sounds like a plan, birthday man."

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Harry restrained the urge to look at the magical clock; he had checked it at least forty times in the past half hour. It had been one of the first things Harry and Hermione installed in their cottage at Godric's Hollow.

Hermione was running late...again. Normally Harry tried not to worry about his girlfriend's work habits (unless it got to the level during third year where she was so stressed and neglected eating and sleeping) but tonight was a major exception. It was the highlight of his week, outside Quidditch scrimmages with Ron, Cedric and a few others.

Tonight was theirs, the time set aside for nonmagical shenanigans. Sometimes they played board games, other times they watched a show or movie on the telly that Harry hadn't ever seen, or visited a book/craft shop. And there were days the two of them gathered some favorite cookbooks and tried out the recipe (to mixed results). On the occasions that Teddy stayed over (so Remus and Tonks got a break), they visited some of the neighbors who had kids.

This time Harry's godson was staying over at a friend's house, so Hermione and Harry had the cottage to themselves.

The clock's arrow for Hermione now slowly switched to 'Home.' Harry breathed a sigh of relief and went to the kitchen to get everything ready.

Soon he heard the front door close and the sound of keys being dropped on the side table. "Harry, are you here? I'm so sorry, there was a last minute deadline I had to submit for -"

Hermione stopped at the sight that greeted her. "You waited for me?" She asked, taking in the beautifully set countertop and the delightful aroma of vegetable biryani and freshly made mango juice, and Harry sitting in a nearby chair petting Eve (their adorable black cat).

"Of course," her boyfriend reached out and hugged her tightly. "Welcome home, honeybunch. Do you want to change clothes, then we'll start the show?"

"Yes please." She nuzzled her nose against his. "I'll be right back."

While she went to their bedroom to refresh herself, Harry prepared their plates and placed the remote on the sofa arm. He also fed Eve.

When Hermione returned, this time wearing one of Harry's old shirts and pajama pants, Harry did his best to bite back a groan. "Change in plan, we can skip dinner and the Laurel & Hardy movie, go straight to dessert." His eyes had darkened.

"HARRY!" She squeaked, but had a satisfied look on her face. "Maybe afterwards....if you behave." Then she took her plate of food and sat very close to him on the sofa, with the cat in-between as a buffer. "Now let's watch, I am fond of this one."

"As you wish, ma'am."

Already Harry couldn't wait until the credits rolled.

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"I can't believe we're doing this. Maybe we got the date wrong, or the train was delayed! Let's go home, Remy can start next year -"

"Harry."

"After what happened when we attended, maybe she can go to another school. Isn't Beauxbatons still accepting applications?"

"Harry."

"I don't know how other parents deal, could we homeschool - "

"Harry."

This time he stops in his tracks. Hermione is looking at him fondly while their kid (who resembles Hermione, down to the bushy hair) fidgets with her jumper. They're standing near the platform entrance, watching other magical families bid goodbye to their children.

"It will be fine, Remy has heard so much about the school through us, Luna, Ron, and Headmistress McGonagall. She's well prepared, she is half Granger after all." Hermione places a comforting hand on his arm.

"Yeah Dad," their daughter pipes up. "And if I ever need anything you and Mum are a phone call away." She wraps her arms around his middle - and when had that happened? Harry isn't ready to let his only child go, even if it was for Hogwarts.

"I will miss you. You have Mum with you, and I'll write every day. This isn't goodbye forever." Remy's hazel eyes shine with excitement. "I want to see what Hogwarts is like, you did so much to help it!"

Hermione moves closer and envelops him in a hug too. "It's not the same place we saw, love. The people, the classes...we wanted a better world for future generations. Our daughter won't go through what we did." Her voice is quiet but firm. What she doesn't say, Harry still hears. You made sure of that.

Harry exhales slowly. This is probably one of the worst parts of being a parent: knowing when to trust and let go, when to give space, see their child make mistakes and figure out life on her own.

Then he smiles at his wife and daughter. "I should know better than to argue with Granger ladies. C'mon, we better move before the train leaves."

When he and Hermione wave goodbye to Remy a few minutes later, Harry feels something both welcoming and new.

He is at peace.

Chapter Text

Hermione was daydreaming again. Or hallucinating, because there was no way she had heard her best friend suggest going on a date together.

To Slughorn’s party. The two of them.

Nope, her brain still refused to acknowledge the words out of Harry’s mouth. (His rather lovely and tempting – stop it, Granger.)

“Well I just thought seeing as neither of us can go with who we’d really like to, we should go together. As friends.”

Even though it was English, she couldn’t wrap her head around the imagery. The two of them dressed in their fanciest outfits, watching people dance and commenting on the sheer pageantry and wastefulness of it all. She thought of him in green robes, similar to the ones he wore for the Yule Ball. And she’d wear a dress in the same shade, which would make him both double take and do a jaw drop. He’d have eyes only for her. No one else, not even –

Enough fantasizing.

“Why didn’t I think of that?” She huffed as she placed the last book back on the shelf, then turned to face him.

“I can come up with a good idea sometimes, you know,” he retorted, crossing his (well-muscled – no, Hermione! Admire but don’t touch, remember) arms. “It’s not like I’m reckless all the time…and you don’t want to be stuck going with someone like McLaggen or Smith.” Was that disgust she detected in his voice?

Your track record says otherwise, Hermione thought but didn’t say aloud. She ran a finger along a book spine, absently reading the title. “That’s very sweet of you to offer, Harry. I actually was going to ask someone else.” She was lying; she still had no idea who to go with. Since her preferred choice of company was out of the question, even if he insisted.

“Better not be McLaggen,” Harry muttered. “It’s one evening, we don’t have to dance if we don’t want to. And we could leave early, there’s no need to stay the entire time.” He resorted to his secret weapon, which Hermione couldn’t ever resist.

That damn smirk. “Please, Hermione?” Bonus puppy eyes. “I’ll be your best friend.”

“You already are my best friend, you dolt!” Hermione replied, thwapping him with that morning’s Daily Prophet. She couldn’t stop the smile on her lips.

“Fine, then I’ll ask Romilda.” Oh, why had she pointed out another one of his fangirls? For such a genius, Hermione’s brain was melting at the mere idea of Harry dating a person who only saw him as the Boy Who Lived. That’s it, he’s going with one girl and it’s not Romilda Bloody Vane!

“No,” Hermione said sharply. “I’ll be ready an hour before. And if you’re bringing flowers, I quite like daisies.” She waved goodbye and walked away without a backward glance.

Harry’s stunned face was a sight to behold.

Chapter Text

It was now or never.

Harry let out the breath he'd been holding and walked down the steps towards Hermione. She was humming to herself as she tended to the school garden (full of fresh flowers; he had banned plastic. Being the founder's son had a few advantages). A few feet away, Neville, Luna, Parvati, and Ms. Tonks (the club advisor) were busily setting up booths for the upcoming Spring Fest.

"Hey," Harry greeted once he reached Hermione. She jolted. "It's me," he added quickly.

"Harry!" Her brown eyes glowed when she met his gaze. "I thought you already left - isn't it almost time for your tutoring session at the library?" Normally Harry would be spooked she memorized his schedule, yet he knew well enough now that it was her way of showing she cared. That they were friends.

Ever since her arrival at the prestigious (and rather elitist) Gryffindor Academy, Hermione Granger had caused quite a stir. As a merit student who had tested into the school, she was mocked by most of the students (who attended due to wealth and family connections). She had called Harry by his first name and insulted him at the opening assembly. He fully deserved it at the time, Harry realized. While she outdid everyone academically, the fact remained that she was an outsider, someone who was unwanted. Hermione had been bullied and harassed, made to feel like she would never belong at such an institution. She was called a moocher, weed, faker, even shameless. But she never let that stop her.

In time, she had proven people wrong. When she'd asked Harry to help her start a gardening club, he'd never thought it would lead to them becoming close. All his life he has been treated as a celebrity, a figurehead who had money and all the connections others dreamed of. He was used to people name dropping him, exchanging numbers only so they could get something approved or make sure their status wasn't usurped.

He hadn't imagined laughing, sharing funny stories with them, comforting them during hard times or celebrating when there was a birthday or special occasion. Hadn't imagined telling secrets, seeing a book or knickknack that he thought they would like and buying it for them. And he definitely hadn't imagined looking beyond someone's social status (or lack thereof) and being kind and helpful. In his world, friendship was just to get ahead and anything deeper was asking for trouble. Anything more meant suffering and disappointment.

Harry hadn't imagined falling for someone like Hermione either. And he knew that they couldn't be anything more - his fate wasn't tied to hers. It would never be.

He forced himself to focus on her question. "The session was cancelled, so here I am." Harry gave her a lopsided grin. "Want any help, Hermione? I'm pretty good with keeping green things alive. Or so I'm told."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Modest too. The rumors are true, Harry Potter is quite the catch." Harry smirked at this.

Then she winced. "We don't have any scoops though. I was thinking of borrowing some later..."

"That's fine. Actually," Harry handed over the bag he'd been carrying. "I got you a little something. No complaining, just open it."

Hermione's jaw dropped when she caught a glimpse of the bag's contents. "Harry, I - this is too much. I can't accept it." She took out the scoop - virtually identical to Harry's, except it had way less marks.

"Too late!" he replied, his smile widening. "That scoop was made specifically for one person, only she can wield it. No takebacks or exchanges."

In a quieter tone, he continued. "Happy birthday, Hermione."

Hermione jumped up and threw her arms around Harry in a tight hug. "Oh, it's so lovely! I don't - thank you, Harry. I shall cherish it."

He awkwardly patted her on the back. "You deserve much more," his voice was rough. "Not only because of your birthday." Harry stopped himself before his big mouth could reveal more.

"But I am glad you like it." His green eyes softened.

***

Nobody noticed Luna, Neville, Ms. Tonks, and Parvati had stopped working and now were observing the embracing duo in glee.

"Look at them," Ms. Tonks sighed. "Have you seen anything CUTER?"

"Newborn kittens, baby birds, the first snow fall..." Neville recited.

Parvati shook her head. "You have no sense of romance, Neville!"

"They're lovely together, yes," Luna said wistfully. "But it won't be easy for them, I'm afraid."

"Then we will help them. Have you seen how Harry's changed since she's been here? He laughs more, actually says good morning and asks our opinions. He stood up for the club when they nearly cut it from the budget. Before, he was so closed off..." Neville replied. "Hermione's been one of very few people who got him out of his shell. I don't...I can't see him like he used to be. Bitter, angry, like he exists only for other people's profit."

Ms. Tonks gave Parvati a smirk. "What was that you said earlier about Neville and romance?"

The quartet laughed.

Chapter Text

When Harry opened his eyes, he immediately noticed a couple of things. One: he was in a hospital bed and attached to various wires and monitors. Two: Hermione was fast asleep in the bed next to him. His heart leaped. Did that mean -

"Hey mate." Ron greeted from a nearby chair. "How are you feeling?"

"A little sore, but I can handle it. Did the operation..." Harry began to ask.

A grin lit up his friend's face. "It went very well, almost seamless. You did it, Harry." The smile softened. "Hermione will probably throttle you when she wakes up though."

"Worth it. I prefer her anger over the alternative." Harry tried to push away the images of Hermione's suffering the past few weeks before her diagnosis. The exhaustion in her mesmerizing brown eyes. The dizziness, swelling and brain fog. How she became so small and vulnerable when earlier she was full of life and made the world bow down (figuratively) to her. He would never forget the sight of his girlfriend collapsing and he had only reacted in time to stop her head from hitting the concrete.

"And she got a top of the line kidney, can't get much better than The Boy Who Lived's organs." He was half joking but they knew it was true.

"Remind me to write a thank you note once I finish kicking your arse," a groggy voice chimed in.

"Hermione!" Harry placed a hand on her bed support while Ron moved his chair closer. "Sorry if we woke you. How do you feel?" He tried to keep his voice soft and free of worry, but he knew Hermione would see through it. She always did.

"Like I ache all over, it's not as bad as before." She admitted, clasping some of Harry's fingers. "What about you? I can't believe you actually were my donor, you didn't have to -"

"It's my body, Hermione. I chose to do this. I had no control when I was an accidental Horcrux and raised to die, but this...your life...I wanted to help however I could. And if we hadn't matched, I would have hunted down someone who did and asked them to do it." He gently squeezed their hands. "Think of this as my thank you for saving my sorry arse all the time."

Ron snorted. "Please don't make it a competition, either of you." He patted Hermione on the shoulder. "You get another chance. Like Harry, in a way."

"Does that mean I get my own moniker? The Girl Who Was Revived?" Hermione said wryly, gently massaging her head with her other hand. Harry hoped the anti-rejection and other medicines were working, and whatever side effects happened to be minimal.

"Whatever you want, jaanu." Harry pressed his mouth to her palm. "I don't mind sharing the title." He winked and Hermione gave an exaggerated sigh at her boyfriend's ridiculousness.

"You two are meant to be. What a pair of cornballs," Ron shook his head, but he was smiling.

Chapter Text

Harry's jaw nearly dropped the minute his mum's office door opened, revealing the most stunning woman he ever saw.

Who looked very similar to the clever and gorgeous brunette he'd had in the hotel bed a few hours earlier.

He watched the pleasant smile on her face freeze once she met his gaze and recognized who he was. He hoped it was just a coincidence or a really freaky resemblance; he didn't know what to do if it was otherwise.

His mum's words echoed in his head like the worst earworm. 'We found someone to be with you, and make sure that nothing dangerous happens. They came highly recommended, please be good to them.'

Harry's new bodyguard was the same person he had shagged last night (and this morning).

(Fuck. His. Life.)

"Harry," his mum said in the pleasant but firm tone she used in public. She was Minister Evans now, not Lily Potter. "I would like to introduce Ms. Hermione Granger, your bodyguard as of today. Ms. Granger, this is my son Harry."

"Nice to meet you," Harry said a bit stiffly, looking past her shoulder. "I apologize for my mum making you babysit me."

Hermione crossed her arms together. "For your information, your parents have every right to be worried. These kidnapping threats are credible, considering who they're from. I will prioritize your safety, but I won't clean up after you."

"You mean Riddle? That man is bitter and jealous, he is all talk and no bite." Harry scoffed.

His dad raised an eyebrow at the suddenly tense atmosphere. "We want you to be safe, son. A man like Riddle has connections...some of which should not be underestimated. Ms. Granger graduated top of her Auror class, has a black belt in karate and was trained by Professor Flitwick as a duelist." He gave Harry a scrutinizing look. "Your mum and I know you can take care of yourself. Having a bodyguard is, shall we say, extra insurance."

Harry just grunted. He accepted his parents' decision, yet that didn't mean he had to enjoy it. He was twenty, not ten - didn't he deserve input too?

"Now we talked about possibly changing the living arrangements. You have a flat with an extra room, right?" Lily asked.

"Yeah, but she can't stay -" Harry shut up at his mother's glare. "The spare room is used for storage, Mum. No bed or anything. I think Ms. Granger deserves better accommodations." He tried not to smirk at the annoyed look on Hermione's face.

"Make a sofa bed then," James replied. "Wherever you go, she goes. End of story, Harry."

***

Hermione couldn't believe this was happening. Of all the scenarios she had imagined, this one never came to her mind.

She was assigned to protect her client, the same one she'd slept with last night/early this morning.

Who also happened to be the Minister for Magic's son.

(Fuck. Her. Life.)

Chapter Text

"Pssst, Harry." The whisper of his name startled the man in question from a deep sleep. Almost grabbing his glasses out of habit, he blinked warily into the darkness. A shadowy figure was at the entrance to his tent.

"Blimey! You're still awake, Hermione?" He hissed back, trying not to sound too grumpy. "We have that early hike tomorrow, sleep deprivation is the last thing we need."

"It's freezing here and I can't sleep in my tent. And we're out of wood for a fire. Would you mind if I stay with you?" She replied. "You have more blankets than me."

Oh, hang it all. He never could say no to her.

Harry reached over and unzipped the front flap. "Get in, Granger. Before your parents catch us and I am accused of corrupting their innocent and wonderful daughter."

Hermione entered the tent and snuggled into the blankets next to him. Harry closed the tent - making sure to be as silent as possible - and gently pushed Hermione closer to him, so that their limbs were intertwined. It really was chilly outside, and he wondered again why he had agreed to go on a camping trip in the middle of November.

He vaguely remembered Hermione's brown eyes beseeching him and the promise of attending his next five football matches, if he agreed to accompany her on the Annual Granger Family Fun for All Camping Trip.

"Please, if anything I corrupted you. My parents won't say anything, they adore you so much." Hermione scoffed, burying her face in his shoulder. "Mmm, you feel so nice. Cuddly like my teddy bear at home." Her words began to slur. "Sharing body heat, why didn't we do this sooner?"

Harry shook his head in fond amusement. "Glad to be of service," he replied wryly, then kissed her cheek. "Sleep well, jaan."

Hermione's answer was a loud snore.

Chuckling to himself, Harry wrapped his arms tightly around her and closed his eyes.

Being Hermione Granger's personal space heater was his favorite purpose in life.

Chapter Text

Hermione looked at the crooked mess of wood and nails with a mix of horror and disbelief. "Remind me again why we decided to make our own furniture. And a bookshelf on top of that?" She dropped the drill on the floor and leaned back, trying to relax her overstrained muscles.

"You said it means more when you make something with your own hands?" Harry replied from his spot on the couch. He had offered to help Hermione with the current project, but she wanted to work on it herself. So Harry watched and offered water, the occasional comment, or massages; that was the minimum Hermione wanted him to do. "And our budget didn't agree with buying premade ones. How did you put it? 'Prices like that, over my bloody grave'?"

Hermione held up the drill warningly. "Watch it, Mr. Potter. This isn't a toy, you know."

He held up his hands in surrender, but couldn't hold back a smirk. "Ah, but seeing you hold a power tool like that is more sexy than terrifying, Mrs. Potter." The way he emphasized the last part made Hermione's skin tingle. She always loved the way his - now their - name sounded on his lips. Warm, beautiful, and a sound she would never tire of.

"If I had known following our budget would lead to this..." She mused, looking at the drill with both frustration and curiosity. "I do want us to have something personalized... it's for our home, Harry. I didn't mean to make such a mess of it."

Her husband laughed gently. "Love, it doesn't have to be all neat and perfect. You're creating something out of love, trust and respect. The shelf is a good touch, but it's not what I think of this place. As long as you're with me, I am already home."

Hermione's face heated. "You're so sappy," she murmured, with a smile in her voice.

"And you love it," Harry grinned cheekily. "So, what do you say we leave this and make some magic of our own in the bedroom? I really wasn't kidding about how delicious you look with that power tool."

Hermione clicked her tongue. "And you say I'm insatiable."

(The shelf was eventually completed - even with the slant - and placed in their study. It could hold only a few books or keepsakes, but Hermione and Harry didn't mind.)

Chapter Text

"I don't want pancakes, waffles are better!"

"You're wrong! Pancakes are fluffy and delicious. And Papa loves them, it's only right to make pancakes for his birthday."

"Why do we always have to follow what you say Papa wants - " A yelp when they're pinched.

"Because I am older than you, genius."

"Rose, sweetheart. Maybe you can let Cedric help make breakfast for your dad?" A sweet yet firm voice breaks in. "It doesn't matter if it's waffles, pancakes or omelettes. You're making something for him and he will love it no matter what."

"Because it's from both of us?" Excited yet hopeful. "It's Pancake Day and Papa's birthday on the same day! He is so lucky."

"Fine. We'll make one waffle and one pancake, then Papa can decide which he likes better."

"Rose Lillian Potter, it's not a contest." A whisper. "And no magic, Cedric isn't of age yet."

"But it's more fun with magic! Cedric likes to see it."

"I said no, Rosie. It means so much more when you use your hands and mind to make something. You put your heart into it. Magic doesn't have the same feeling, even if it lets us save time."

A sigh of defeat. "C'mon Ced. Let's cook the best waffle for Papa. Mum is right, he will be happy because it's from us."

"Yay, you're the best sister ever!"

"And don't you forget it."

Harry smiles into his pillow.

Chapter Text

Hermione slowly traces the words - the sharp, ugly, false words from Umbridge's blood quill - on Harry's hand, the callouses on his palm against her fingers. She doesn't look at the scar on his forehead, the one that marked him for death and reminds him of everything he lost on Halloween.

Only a few days have passed since the Battle of Hogwarts, yet Hermione feels like time has frozen. She can't believe Harry's here, in front of her, breathing and smiling and alive.

He had died. Made the sacrificial lamb, a baby born only to die at the right moment.

And she hadn't been there by his side. Where she belonged, and chose to stay when everything collapsed in front of them.

She knows that Harry doesn't blame her, and never will. So she does it for him.

Why didn't I realize he was a Horcrux sooner? Was I really so in denial? Why did he suffer so much and raised like his life didn't matter? That his existence was just to be a vessel?

Harry shifts in his sleep; in the process his front is uncovered for her to see. (He doesn't wear a shirt to bed sometimes, it feels stifling.)

Hermione bites back a gasp at the red mark on his chest - where Riddle's curse struck. It's too close to his heart for her liking, yet she's thankful it didn't spread out like an ink splotch. She hovers her other hand over it, but doesn't try to touch it.

Another scar, another reminder he went through hell and survived.

They both survived.

"Hermione?" A squeeze of her hand. "You're still awake? You should rest too."

She smiles inwardly. Of course he still worries about her and wants her to be safe.

Hermione doesn't know how to tell him that she can only rest by seeing him at peace and having the proof he's okay right in front of her. Doesn't know how to tell him that she already feels safe, as long as he's with her.

He's her sanctuary. Always has been. Even an ill timed kiss with Ron didn't change that.

"I can sleep later. You should be resting, mister." She replies, trying to sound playful. She thinks she mostly succeeds.

Harry's smile softens in understanding. "I'm not going anywhere, Hermione. I promise."

"How can you be so sure?" The words fly out of her mouth before she can stop them. "You were with me one moment and then the next minute you went -" She still can't bring herself to say it; the image of Harry's still body, so small in Hagrid's arms, fresh in her mind. Even though she knows now that he was acting...it was her worst nightmare come to life.

"You left, Harry. I don't care about what Dumbledore and Snape had planned, you were gone. And I wasn't there with you." Hermione swallows and looks away from those piercing green eyes.

"I know that you're okay and safe now, Harry, but... I can't forget that day. Or how you looked so small and fragile when Hagrid carried you."

Silence.

"Hermione." Harry exhales her name, as if it's tethering him to the earth and he doesn't know any other salvation.

She startles when a hand gently takes her chin and lifts it. "I'm sorry, Hermione. I thought that it was the only option, to keep everyone safe. To make sure we still had a fighting chance. I didn't want...I couldn't risk losing more people."

More softly, he adds, "I couldn't risk losing you."

Hermione takes his hand away from her face and intertwines his fingers with hers. "You and your saving people thing." She says with a slight laugh. "You can't decide for me like that, Harry. I... I couldn't risk losing you too."

A sharp intake of breath.

"Please don't go somewhere I can't follow," she whispers. "I couldn't bear it again. Promise me." She knows it's illogical, making him promise something when he isn't the master of death, but her mind refuses to think of a world without him in it.

Harry pulls her closer to his side and kisses the top of her head.

"I promise."

Chapter Text

The Annual Ministry Ball had officially started, and Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were nowhere in sight.

Correction: They were there, but very well hidden in an alcove thanks to Hermione's gift with Notice Me Not charms.

"I'm not as oblivious as you think I am, Hermione. All week you were up to something...and then you appear at the ball looking like a damn fantasy." Harry ran a hand lightly down his girlfriend's collarbone, making her shiver. "Our first time going to this damn ball together and I can't concentrate on the bloody speech I have to give."

Right now Harry couldn't care less about saying inspirational nonsense in front of the wizarding world, he wanted to go home with Hermione and ravish every part of her. There was something about seeing her in green, in the same shade of his eyes, that made him feral. It didn't hurt that she wore the gold bangles he had given on her last birthday.

She smiled coyly. "Don't tell me my dress is that much of a distraction for you, Mr. Potter." Taking his other hand in hers, she placed it near her mouth. "Say your speech to me, I will listen to every word but won't talk."

He swallowed hard, his tenuous control slipping. "It's such tripe, Hermione. Hardly romantic when you're the reason why we're all here. Why we celebrate and remember, after so much loss."

"And you're the reason why we want to honor the people who sacrificed their lives." She shot back. "Since you refused the Order of Merlin or an award named after you."

Hermione softened when she saw Harry's face twist in grief and shame. "I know why you hate events like this, and how they just call more attention to what you went through. But Harry... You survived. You came back to us, to me. And I don't want everyone to forget that."

You could have moved on. You could have stayed away or left the magical world. And you chose to stay. Hermione thought.

She exhaled. "But I won't say no to going home and you ravishing me."

Harry chuckled. "I love it when we think the same." He straightened his posture, allowing Hermione the chance to admire how suave he was in his dress robes. They were the same color as her dress, yet she thought it looked far better on him.

Of course he caught her staring. "Hermione... if you look at me like that any longer I'll Apparate us back. Speech be damned."

She sighed, gripping his hand tightly in hers. "Stop looking so delicious in robes then! I will be distracted enough by them to hear your speech."

Harry bent down and kissed her nose. "And I will be too distracted by your dress to pay attention to my notes. Makes us even."

"Save your charm for the masses, Mr. Potter." Hermione admonished, but she was blushing.

Harry grinned, showing off his dimple. "As you wish, my sun."

Laughing, they headed towards the main ballroom.

(The minute Harry finished his speech - to a standing ovation - he pulled Hermione close to him and they both left with a pop.

Ron Weasley and Kingsley Shacklebolt looked at each other and smirked.)

Chapter Text

The moment Harry saw the look on Hermione's face, he knew the day had been unimaginably horrific. The tightness in her shoulders, the way her bright eyes were dull with stress and hopelessness, even her hair was bushier than usual.

The endless piles of paperwork on her desk were also a clue.

"I can't do it anymore, Harry." Her voice was barely audible. "I thought this would be the step I needed to create change at the Ministry, but all they're giving me is useless tasks to fill up my time. I am just an errand girl, with a fancy title."

"Hermione, please. That's not true - you're needed here!" Harry started to protest. "You and I both know the wizarding world won't accept new people and new ideas so easily, but with you showing up they're less likely to say no. You've always kept on fighting."

She sighed. "That's just it. I... I've had enough. I'm done fighting. It's time for other people to step up and fix what's broken in this world. I need a break...get some space and time for myself."

Harry's breath caught. "You're giving up?" He managed to say.

Hermione rubbed her temples. "You and I were both forced, in a way, to be at the Ministry and help them clean up the mess they made. We have every right to step back and choose what to do with our lives." She smiled sadly. "Or we should have had the choice a long time ago. You just turned 20! You have so much to live for."

Harry wanted to argue that she was wrong, that he actually enjoyed being an Auror and bringing people to justice, but something stopped him.

He swallowed hard. "It's all I know how to do, Hermione. Fight dark wizards and creepy monsters, at least the public is safe."

"But what about you? Your safety shouldn't be tied to this." She pleaded. "This isn't - it shouldn't be all you do." Her hands were trembling. With anger, fear, or another emotion, Harry didn't know.

"I meant what I said, Harry. I can't - I refuse to live like this anymore. Every time I think we're making progress, we take a hundred steps back." Hermione let out a harsh laugh. "Maybe you want to stay here, I can respect that. But I'm done with the Ministry. I'm done with everything."

Harry's mind raced. He couldn't see Hermione leave, not when she fought so hard and got little to no recognition.

"I'll go with you." He didn't even hesitate with the words. "Let me go with you. I don't - I can't do this either."

He exhaled. "You're right, we did more than enough. We can rest. We should rest." He walked over to her and took her hand. "Wherever you go, I will follow."

She watched him, barely hidden hope in her eyes. Then, slowly, she grinned.

That was all the answer Harry needed.

Chapter Text

The day after Harry left on a secret Auror mission, Hermione felt lost at sea, without a raft or rope to hang onto.

Oh, she had realized long ago that they needed a holiday, and were long overdue to take a vacation as a couple. Yet every time she thought of getting a Portkey or booking a car so they could drive around the country, something always - always - popped up. A research question at the hospital, a last minute meeting that one of them absolutely had to attend, someone messing around with a toxic potion and Hermione's team coming in and fixing the catastrophe as best as they could...

Hermione had had enough. So she decided to forget preparing ahead and took the bull by the horns (so to speak). She called in a favor from Luna (who was the wizarding world's go to travel agent), found a cottage near the beach, and packed as quickly as she could.

Not knowing when Harry would be back - his missions could go from weeks to months - Hermione decided to wait. Luna had assured her that the cottage didn't have a waiting list since it was the off season, so she and Harry could arrive at whatever time they wished.

Luckily, Hermione didn't have to wait too long this time.

When she wandered into the kitchen of their shared flat a few days later for a cup of tea, a tall, but welcoming, figure in red robes and messy black hair greeted her. "Hermione, hi."

With a shriek and forgetting all sense of propriety, Hermione tackled him in a hug. "Harry! Oh Merlin, you're back." She clung to his chest, breathing in the familiar and beautiful scent of freshly cut grass and toothpaste, along with something uniquely him. Hermione wasn't sure how to describe it, but Harry always felt - and smelled - like home. Like life, sweet and new. "Did you just get back? Oh, don't unpack all your things - I planned something special for us. You and I wanted to go on holiday for a while, but never could find the time or something interrupted us, and -"

"Breathe, Hermione." Harry chuckled, running a hand gently through her curls. "I got a memo from Luna while I was away, the mission ended much earlier than we thought." His eyes shone with affection for the witch in his arms. "A cottage by the beach, yeah?" He hummed. "Count me in. I was thinking we needed a break from the city too. Thank you for putting this together, jaan."

Hermione beamed and kissed him on the neck, silently reveling in his gasp. "What are we waiting for, Mr. Potter?"

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The shrill sound of the alarm clock woke Hermione up. She tried not to groan as she took the comforter off. Today was one she dreaded: she had a meeting with someone she despised, who had been complaining for ages about her 'lack of focus' on the job and how she was only there to show that the Ministry wasn't prejudiced against Muggleborns. Hermione was so tempted to quit since her work assignments served to waste her time and didn't challenge or fulfill her. But she stayed, somehow hoping that all the sacrifices she made would pay off.

Three years passed since Voldemort's defeat, and yet nothing had changed. The wizarding world liked to pretend it had moved on, that all the deaths and sacrifices during Voldemort's reign were just blips on the radar.

A strong pair of arms carefully pulled Hermione back. Hermione tried not to shiver at the voice, rough with sleep, in her ear. "It's early in the morning, love. Sleep a little longer."

"But I can't," she tried to protest. "I have that meeting with Thompson and you know I will never hear the end of it from him if I am even a second late -"

"Screw him." Hermione's breath quickened at the growl Harry made. "Merlin knows he isn't a stickler for being on time either. How many times did that git make you wait for him?? You worked your arse off while he just sat there and did nothing." He exhaled, drawing slow circles on her hand.

"You deserve a break, stay here in bed with me. I'll make it worth your while."

Hermione held back a smirk. "You may be okay with being lazy, but some of us still have to keep the Ministry from collapsing. Though your offer is highly tempting." She gasped when he nipped her neck. "Harry."

"It's so warm and cozy here. You really want to go outside in the freezing cold to attend a meeting Thompson won't show up for?" Harry asked lowly.

She turned to face him. "And if I don't go myself? He will report my lack of focus to Imogen, and I'll be gone faster than you can say Wronski Feint."

"And if Imogen knows someone who offered her a place at the foundation? With better wages and benefits? Then Thompson will be out of luck." He replied slyly.

Hermione gasped. "Harry, did you already -"

He ran a hand gently through her curls. His green eyes shone with satisfaction. "I cannot confirm or deny."

She couldn't restrain herself anymore, and covered his face in kisses. "You make quite compelling arguments."

Harry's grin widened. "So does that mean you're taking the day off?"

"Of course. Now time to make it worth my while, Potter."

"Yes ma'am."

They didn't leave the bedroom for the rest of the day.

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Ron knew that it was inevitable.

Not Hermione getting together with him, definitely not. He loved her like a sister, but they were too different and clashed so much. While he thought he fancied her, especially in fourth year, he soon realized he was jealous for an entirely different reason. Hermione had gone to the ball with the person he truly wanted.

And in his misplaced rage and jealousy, he ruined the night for both her and Viktor Krum, which he never would stop regretting.

Though Ron was forever grateful that Viktor had decided to give him a chance, and help him right his wrongs. One of which included Harry and Hermione.

He knew that his two best friends were arse over head in love with each other, and their time together in the tent when he had left - abandoned them, he thought with a pang of shame - only helped strengthen what was already there. Their unwavering loyalty and trust, along with being so protective when the other person was hurt, made Ron's heart ache, but it was the good kind.

So when Hermione and Harry told him that they were now a couple and asked for his blessing, Ron didn't think twice.

"It was about time, you knuckleheads," he replied with both fondness and amusement. "I would still like to be the fun young godfather when you have your messy haired and ridiculously smart babies."

"Ron!" Hermione's eyes went wide while Harry held back a shocked cough. "We are barely out of school, Harry and I will decide if and when we have children."

Then she did a double take. "You're not upset with us? We wanted to tell you sooner, but didn't want to interrupt your trip with Viktor."

"It's fine, Hermione," Ron said with a grin. "I realized long ago that we would make each other miserable. Between all the glances and constant contact, you and Harry could have set Hogwarts on fire." He whistled. "Couldn't imagine a pair more complete than you two."

Harry blushed, yet didn't argue. "Thanks, mate." His voice was slightly hoarse. "And don't worry about being named godfather - we'll name one of our twelve children after you." This was followed by a wink and a strangled "Harry!" from Hermione. But she was laughing too.

Ron smiled inwardly. Yes, this was what they all deserved. Harry and Hermione were together, he had Viktor, and Tom Riddle was dead and forgotten.

And he couldn't have been happier.

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Harry tried not to feel a pang of disappointment when he hung up the phone. This wasn't a sign things weren't meant to be, he reminded himself.

"Was that Tonks you talked to?" Hermione asked, looking up from her book. "You were a bit quiet at the end."

"Yes, it was." He cleared his throat. "Turns out that she has to interview someone, so she asked if we could look after Teddy this evening. I know we wanted to catch that comedy at the theater, but...I couldn't say no."

Hermione smiled softly. "It's fine, the movie isn't going anywhere. And how often do we get to see our Teddy Bear?" She closed her book and stood up. "Between my foundation work and your uni classes, we haven't spent a lot of time with each other. Or with our friends." This last part was said with wistfulness.

Harry nodded. "No time like the present to make up for it. We can leave whenever you're ready, Tonks didn't give an exact time."

Hermione shook her head fondly. "Of course she didn't. Give me a few minutes, then we'll start."

***

When they arrived at the Lupins' cottage, Tonks greeted them at the door. "Wotcher Harry and Hermione! I can't tell you how much I appreciate you doing this." She beckoned them inside. "I put Teddy in his crib for a nap, he's already been fed."

"It's no trouble, Tonks," Hermione replied gently. "Any time you need us to watch him or visit, please tell us. We know it's been rough ever since -"

"Remus' death, yeah." Anguish coated Tonks' voice. "But with your help and Mum's... I'm doing my best. For Teddy too." A small smile came over her lips at the thought of her son. "He should get to spend time with his godparents, who helped make this world a better place along with his father."

"Tonks..." Harry's throat tightened. "I never asked Remus to leave you and Teddy and join us fighting in the war. I want you to know that."

"Don't blame yourself for the decisions he made, Harry. He wouldn't want you to feel that, not only because he knew your dad. Out of all of us, he believed in you and trusted your instincts. 'Nearly always right,' remember?" Tonks reassured him. "At least I have something to help keep his memory alive."

He couldn't think of a reply for that. Hermione sensed his turmoil and took his hand, squeezing it carefully. He squeezed back.

After a quick tour of the house and giving her contact information, Tonks disapparated. Which left Hermione and Harry alone.

Hermione took the monitor that Tonks had handed to Harry. "I'll watch this, you can go make the formula for later -"

Just then the sound of a baby crying came over the monitor. "Or we see if Teddy is okay," Harry finished, walking down the hallway toward the nursery.

Hermione followed, trying to catch up with his long strides. "Be careful, Harry, he is only a few months old -"

She broke off at the sight in front of her. Harry stood near the crib and was slowly rocking Teddy to sleep. She heard a faint humming and realized it was Harry.

To watch Harry be so soft and gentle with their godson...it lit something in Hermione. Something she had buried deep in her heart, a longing she didn't dare voice aloud. She imagined a baby in Harry's arms far off in the future, this time with curly black hair and brown eyes. And she would be at his side again, watching with a mix of pride and love at the family they had made.

"You are such a good godfather to him, Harry." Hermione's voice shook slightly and she carefully smoothed over Teddy's hair. "Remus may not be here to watch over Teddy, but he trusted the right person to be there for his son."

"The right people," Harry corrected her. His eyes were glassy with emotion. "He and Tonks trusted us. When Tonks handed him to me the first time, I had no idea how much he would mean to me - to us. Teddy might not be my blood, but I would do anything for him."

"Me too." Hermione tried not to cry as Teddy's tiny hands clung to Harry's shirt.

They stood together in the waning light and Hermione drank it all in, not wanting to be anywhere else.

And Teddy Lupin slept peacefully.

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The wizarding world has embraced mobile technology, will wonders ever cease. Next thing you know we will finally have lifts in public areas and at Hogwarts since not everyone can use the stairs. Sent August 8, 2:20 PM

i sense some sarcasm, miss granger. don't you enjoy writing with quills and parchment? or espionage or sneaking around to see your lover with the help of an invisibility cloak? maybe even using a time turner to take extra classes? Sent August 12, 10 AM

Clever, Mister Potter. How I miss that amazing wit of yours. I was wrong about the Time Turner business, but let's face it, having mobile phones is so much easier and better than owl post or using the Floo Network. Since you're overseas on a diplomatic mission and I'm stuck here getting everyone's coffee orders and listening to my boss drone on just because he loves to hear himself talk, I wish there was a way to talk to you or see your face. These messages are the best option, for now. Sent August 19, 8:30 AM

only a few more weeks, sweetheart. after this i won't leave you again.

maybe cast a silencio on your boss when he's talking too. you deserve to be the department leader, not the office's errand girl. Sent August 24, 5:42 PM

Flattery will get you everywhere, Harry. Sent August 25, 12:16 PM

it's also the truth, hermione.

[image] something to hopefully tide you over until i come back Sent August 25, 12:20 PM

HARRY! I am at work, you can't send me pictures like that!

Merlin, when did you get that beard? And are you wearing that tie I gave on your birthday?

... Why am I seeing the dresser from our room in the background? Sent August 25, 12:28 PM

you have three guesses, love. Sent August 25, 12:30 PM

Screw work, they can get their own damn coffee. I have a certain ICW diplomat to ravish. Sent August 25, 12:30 PM

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I am so distracted today, and it's all your fault. Instead of taking the meeting notes since Joanna is out sick, I'm doodling and thinking about your hand on my throat. Sent August 26, 3:32 PM

as i recall, you were a very willing participant. you kept begging for me to fill you up, mark you where no one else would see. then you tied my hands behind my back and rode me so hard the bed almost broke. Sent August 26, 3:41 PM

HARRY!!! Sent August 26, 3:44 PM

that's my name, don't wear it out. or maybe you should. i love hearing you scream it so loud the neighbors keep complaining. yes, tell the world who you belong to. who fucks you so good you never want to stop. Sent August 26, 3:48 PM

Harry, I swear...

The minute I get home I'll keep your mouth so busy you won't have time to talk. Sent August 26, 3:53 PM

is that a dare or promise, love? i miss the taste of your sweet and gorgeous cunt. Sent August 26, 3:55 PM

And I miss how your thick and perfect cock feels in me. It's like you were made for me, I never want to fuck anyone else. Sent August 26, 4:00 PM

damn it, hermione. come home, now. Sent August 26, 4:01 PM

Already at the door. See you soon, handsome. Sent August 26, 4:01 PM

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Hermione Granger was this close to ripping someone's head off.

If she had any choice in who it was, her first pick would be the most carefree, somewhat infuriating, ridiculously attractive and charming boy she ever had the (dis)pleasure of knowing.

Namely one Harry James Potter.

Who also was the reason why her perfect record was now broken.

"I have been at Hogwarts for almost seven years and never received a punishment or detention. Thanks to you, my flawless record is over!" She seethed as she watched him shelve the books on his cart. "And all because your cauldron exploded and made a huge mess! I'm completely innocent, I shouldn't even be here. I only was unlucky enough to be next to you. This is all your fault, Potter."

"It's not the end of the world to get detention, Granger," Harry drawled, placing one book on a nearby table and turning to face her. "And I had it all under control. You were far enough away so it didn't spill on you." He fidgeted. "I am sorry Snape assigned you detention, too. You got your potion correct, he knows it. He enjoys being petty."

"What had you all distracted anyway? You finished around the same time I did." Hermione couldn't resist asking, pushing her cart a little farther down the aisle. Harry was at the top of their class, just like her. It would take something extremely significant to divert him from his studies. "Oooh, is it that girl from Gryffindor, Parvati? I don't blame you, she is lovely." Her anger had disappeared; now her curiosity (not jealousy) won over.

To her surprise, Harry's face reddened and he lowered his gaze. "It's not Parvati - she's just a friend. And she's dating Ron, last time I checked they were practically glued at the hip."

"Please don't leave me in suspense, Potter. I need something to entertain me while we're stuck here. I usually love the library, but not to shelve books without magic." Of course Professor Snape had confiscated their wands, he didn't want to make things easier for them. Hermione leaned against one of the shelves, her eyes zeroing in on Harry's - no, Potter's demeanor. He was still fidgeting, this time with a book he had taken off the shelf. "I won't tell anyone, even if we're friends."

"It doesn't matter." Potter slammed the book shut. "Let's get through this detention and I won't bother you again." He shot her a lopsided smile. "The Head Girl has far more important duties than helping a pathetic sod with his lack of love life."

Then he walked away, not noticing the stunned look on Hermione's face.

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Harry closed the door gently behind him and waited a bit to see if anyone had followed.

The coast was clear. He breathed a sigh of relief, gripped his bag tighter, and walked on. Not daring to look back or he would be tempted to stay.

This was for the best. He thought wistfully. She can't be in danger because of me. I won't let that happen.

"And just where do you think you're going this time of night?"

Harry froze. That voice...no. it couldn't be her, it shouldn't be -

Yet his eyes weren't deceiving him: Hermione Granger - his best friend and secret crush - stood in front of him, hands on her hips and a stubborn glint in her brown eyes.

"You really were going off to find and rescue your parents without me?" She gestured to a bag placed at her feet. "I don't want you to face Riddle alone, he might trap you."

"But Hermione, you will be safe here." Harry tried to protest. "Before their capture my mum and dad asked me to look after you. If you're with me, and something happened, I wouldn't forgive myself." He started to walk away, then Hermione seized his arm.

"And if something happened to you I wouldn't forgive myself." She replied, her voice gentle. "Your parents are important to me too, I want to help you get them back."

Harry swallowed. As much as he wished she would let him go, he knew she was right. He couldn't leave her behind; they were always a team.

He took her hand in his and squeezed. "Together then."

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Hermione woke up to a nearly silent house. Instead of the laughter of her children or Snuffles' barking, there was only the sound of birds chirping and the ceiling fan whirring. She also heard a faint humming as her husband got ready for the day.

"Harry? Where are Cedric and Rose, I don't hear them. They're usually awake by now," she said sleepily.

Harry, who was freshly showered and standing in front of the dresser in a towel, turned to look at her. "They went to Hogwarts, love. We dropped them off yesterday, remember?"

A pang hit her insides. "Ugh, it's too quiet. I completely forgot yesterday was the first." She flopped back onto her pillow.

His mouth twitched. "You hate that it's peaceful and quiet, and we finally have the house to ourselves? I thought you were counting down the days until they started school."

Hermione pouted. "They're growing up too fast, Harry! Having so much silence after so long... it's strange." She gave him an appreciative look. "I am glad I still get to have this view in the morning. Good thing we are in different departments or I will be even more distracted."

"Hermione!" Harry's voice was strangled. "I have a meeting to attend in an hour, I know what that look means." He ran a hand through his hair, not noticing that his towel was rapidly unraveling. Yet he looked flustered, his eyes darkening.

She crawled closer to him. "It will only be a few minutes," she purred, placing her hand near his hip. "Since we have the house to ourselves, like you said..."

He groaned, then took her hands and pinned her to the bed. "Now we can be as noisy as we want," he smirked.

Soon the silence was replaced by something else entirely.

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"Ugh, it's no use." Hermione angrily tossed the rolled up ball of paper - the latest draft of her wedding vows - into the dustbin. "I know we're trying to follow the saptapadi part of the ceremony, but I don't want to write them exactly as people expect. We are equals, Harry. Not one person obeying the other."

"Unless it's in the bedroom," Her fiancé said wryly, scribbling something on his notepad. Hermione moved closer to get a better look, but he gently pushed her away. His other hand blocked the words written on the page. "No peeking! We agreed to write on our own, remember."

Hermione pouted. "Just one look? You want to make sure I will be happy when I hear you say the vows, right?" She waved her notebook. "I changed the first vow already, it's now share the responsibilities of our home and family. The second vow..." She hesitated. "We might need to adjust the wording."

Harry flipped to a new page. "Instead of nourishing our spiritual strength, how about blessings of mental and physical health? We will be at each other's side as the other person's courage and strength, rejoicing in our happiness and loyalty."

Hermione nodded in approval. "The third one - prosperity and sharing our worldly possessions - can stay."

"Then the fourth vow is to fill our hearts with peace, happiness and joy." Harry added. "But the fifth..." He swallowed. "We'll apply it to Teddy, he already is ours. Maybe he's not the most obedient but he's got the noble part down." Hermione smiled shakily.

"The sixth vow kind of repeats the second, maybe we could wish for good health and peace." She bit her lip. "That leaves the seventh vow, which could be a mix. We will cherish each other in happiness and sorrow -"

"You are mine and I am yours for eternity." Harry finished with awe.

She felt her heart explode with affection. "I think we're ready to get married, Mr. Potter."

He squeezed her hand. "Right as always, Mrs. Potter."

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Lily Evans-Potter tried not to smile at her son's nervous pacing. "So you finally realized what the rest of us already knew from fourth year," she teased. "Good, because I thought Hermione was about ready to lock herself in a closet with you and -"

"Mum! Not helping." Harry snapped, running a hand through his wild hair. He took a deep breath, then winced at Lily's shocked face. "Sorry. I just...I don't know how to go about asking Hermione for a date, thought you and Dad would have some advice. You started dating in seventh year, right?" This last part was aimed at his father.

Lily and James looked at each other with secret grins. "It would have been earlier than that if I wasn't such a nervous wreck around your mum. She asked me to go out with her because she got impatient waiting for me," James replied, deftly dodging a smack on the arm from his wife. "It may be slightly different with you and Hermione, you are best friends and all."

Harry made a groaning sound. "That's what I am afraid of - she might think we're going as friends or that I asked her just because I finally realized she was a girl. And.. I really like her, I don't want to mess everything up. Ever since Hermione broke up with Ron she's sworn off dating."

His parents grimaced. "Just be yourself," Lily said gently. "You're not Ron, I would have known if you act like him and treat girls the way he has. Be respectful with her, even if she says no. And include things she might like, not only your interests. That means no Quidditch."

"Isn't that a bit harsh, Lily? She does attend all of his matches, a little Quidditch won't be -" James broke off when Lily raised an eyebrow. "Maybe you could ask her to go to a concert or a poetry reading with you? Somewhere where you both will be comfortable, and can enjoy the experience. Your mum decided we could go thrift shopping for our first date. I never went to those shops, but it was very eye opening to see Muggle fashion. We even put on a show for each other," James smiled fondly at the memory.

Harry fidgeted. "Hermione's favorite singer has a tour stop near here - I think I can still get tickets. Minerva's Muse, they always put on a good show." His face relaxed. "Thanks, Mum and Dad! This helped. Really."

"Don't thank us, just go and get your girl," Lily said with a wink.

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Rose Granger-Potter knew her mum was a meticulous planner, who lived for making lists and wanted the little details to be perfect.

She should have known that Hermione would do everything in her power to give her family a memorable vacation, and not settle for anything less. This trip was also right before the Potters' wedding anniversary, so getting everything right was crucial.

Rose hadn't expected her mum's dazed expression when she saw the exhibition hall dedicated to Sue. Nor her audible gasp when they finally saw the display case with the dinosaur's actual skull (according to the caption Rose read, not only did it weigh 600 pounds, but it was there for scientists to study easily).

"Is this what you had in mind when you told Mum to choose where to go for our family trip?" Rose whispered to her father. "If so, it's definitely an unexpected surprise. The Quidditch match with the Falcons and Magpies is happening too and we missed it to come here!"

Harry shrugged. "We can see Quidditch any time, this trip.... It's really special. Your mum's always wanted to come to the Field Museum, yet we never had the time." He gently nudged her side. "I thought you liked dinosaurs and history, Rosie."

"When I was ten, Dad." Rose said wryly. "And after we watched the original Jurassic Park movies."

Just then Hermione turned toward them. "Are you two going to stand there chatting or would you like to take a selfie with Sue?" She bounced slightly; Harry's mouth curved into a smile at the sight. "She's more famous than you and me, Harry! And I saw some people with tattoos of the skeleton."

"Don't tell me you're jealous," Harry teased, getting his phone out from his pocket. "I can get a tattoo of you."

"Don't you dare!" Hermione scoffed, yet her eyes sparkled with humor. "I wouldn't say no to a Sue plush, though." She pulled Harry and Rose closer, so they were in front of the skeleton.

"Deal." Harry grinned.

Rose shook her head at her parents' antics. Still, she found herself smiling as Harry took the photo.

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Hermione nearly faceplanted onto the floor, startling Harry.

He rushed over to her, his eyes roaming anxiously over her body. He took in the dark circles around her eyes, her frizzier than usual hair, the exhausted look on her face. "Healer Shah said you need bed rest, no exceptions." He tried to keep his voice stern.

"But the proposal is due next week and I have to make so many edits," Hermione protested, pleading with her eyes. "I will take a nap later, Harry. I promise."

He shook his head and led her over to the couch. "Nope, sleep now. The proposal can wait, your health is more important." He paused. "Didn't Kingsley say you could submit it when you get back?"

"That was before a certain ferret mucked everything up and requested that I turn it earlier than planned." Hermione replied icily. Then she sighed, leaning her head against Harry's shoulder. "Clearly his time is precious, as a member of the esteemed Malfoy clan, but not mine."

Harry scowled. "I am gonna punch that prat the first chance I get. You had the right idea slapping him in third year." He hugged her closer to him and pressed a soft kiss to her curls.

"I would pay all the money in my vault to see that," Hermione said, her voice slurring a little. Her body had relaxed, letting Harry sit back on the sofa. "That time you talked back to his mother and insulted his father? It was better than all my fantasies."

He laughed a little. "Should I add that to my resume? Making Hermione Granger flustered by telling off bigots?"

No answer. Hermione was sleeping soundly, her face relaxed and innocent.

Harry smiled gently and conjured a blanket for them both. Then he moved to a more comfortable position with Hermione at his side. "Get some rest, love. You definitely earned it." He nuzzled his cheek against hers.

Soon his eyes closed, and he joined her in the land of dreams.

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Teddy Lupin could not believe his ears. He looked at Harry beseechingly, hoping that he had heard wrong. "It's a baby, Papa! Someone left it on the street, where it was crowded and could get stepped on or attacked. We can't just leave it."

He gently rocked the sleeping kitten in his arms. "Mama will understand. She would save the kitty if she saw what happened."

Harry exhaled softly, pulling his godson closer. "Teddy, you know the rules. No pets. We can take the cat to a shelter or -"

"Let's just ask her!" Teddy cut him off stubbornly. "Please, Papa?"

His father smiled ruefully, running a hand gently down the cat's fur. "Alright. Can't hurt to try."

***

Hermione rubbed her temples, her head spinning at the sight in front of her: Teddy and Harry with matching sheepish grins and hopeful eyes. In Harry's lap there was a tiny black ball of fur, staring at her with bright green eyes.

"Let me get this straight...you saw the kitten on a crowded street and decided it should stay with us?" She crossed her arms. "I'm sorry, Teddy. We don't have the room, especially with the baby a few months old. You and your dad can give it away to someone who will be able to care for it."

"But Mama, I promise I will take care of the cat! I'll make sure it has food, a place to rest and shots just in case." Teddy pleaded. "It's so small it can stay in my room."

"Cedric will be fine, he is still in our room," Harry added, his voice soothing. "We really couldn't leave the cat out there, Hermione."

Suddenly, the cat jumped off Harry's lap and made its way towards Hermione. It stopped near her leg and started to nuzzle her ankle.

Teddy's eyes lit up. "Mama, she likes you!"

"She, huh?" Hermione scooped up the kitten, eyeing it curiously.

"Yeah, Papa and I found out when we took her to the vet." Teddy hopped to his feet. "Look at her little face, Mama!" He petted the cat's ears, causing her to purr.

Hermione sighed, her face softening. "If we keep her, you are responsible for taking care of her. Your father and I will not do it for you. Promise?"

Teddy nodded vigorously. "I promise! You and Papa won't have to lift a finger."

Harry held back a grin at the look on Hermione's face. There would soon be another addition to the Granger-Potter family, and he welcomed it.

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Hermione took a step back and surveyed the half-decorated tree in front of her. Next to her, the box of ornaments and other Christmas paraphernalia was open, contents nearly arranged by color and shape. She tilted her head. "Are you sure that's all the decorations we have? I'm beginning to think it's not enough, Harry."

Her husband looked up from the presents he was placing underneath the tree. "I checked everywhere - oh! What about the stuff your parents gave us when they moved to a smaller house? Like the ornaments you painted as a kid." He jumped to his feet. "They're in the closet, I'll get them!" Before Hermione could protest, he dashed off.

She couldn't help but smile and shake her head at his eagerness. This would be their first Christmas as husband and wife, so every detail mattered.

And Hermione wanted to give Harry new and wonderful memories to connect with Christmas, rather than the dark and gloomy days of the horcrux hunt and his time with the Dursleys. Whether it was baking cookies, putting stockings on the fireplace mantle, watching the quintessential holiday movies, or simply sitting together on the sofa near a cozy fire, Harry got to experience it all. He deserved that, even when the wizarding world had disappointed and disgusted him.

Hermione's train of thought broke when Harry returned, cradling a well worn crate in his arms. She started to giggle when she saw the reindeer antler hat he was wearing. "Merlin, Harry, was that in the box?"

He sent her a cheeky grin. "No, I found it in one of the party bags. Maybe from Ron and Lavender's engagement?" After walking over to her, he set the crate close to the other box. "Got you this too," Harry pulled an elf hat from one of his pockets. "Try it on, Hermione!"

When she didn't take it from him, he resorted to the worst/best tactic he had in his arsenal: the puppy eyes and a pitiful pout. "Please, love? 'Tis the season."

Her mouth twitched. Then she sighed dramatically, placing the brightly colored hat on her head. She struck a particularly goofy pose. "How do I look?"

"Like the most adorable elf in Santa's workshop." Harry pressed a quick kiss to Hermione's nose. "Adorable and incredibly fanciable."

Hermione's face grew hot at both the praise and reference to her comment in sixth year. "And you're ridiculous."

But the soft look in her eyes told Harry everything.

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The house was eerily quiet.

Which was an encouraging sign, Harry thought when he entered the kitchen. "I'm here, Hermione!" He called out, wondering if she was asleep or got caught up in her latest research project.

No answer. He grinned, noticing that he was truly alone. With a quick tap of his wand, a beautifully wrapped package flew out of his pocket and landed in his palm. "Now to get the perfect hiding place for you, since I married someone who is too good at finding things."

*

"I didn't realize it was so late, maybe Harry isn't home yet," Hermione muttered under her breath as she unlocked the front door of the Potter cottage.

She didn't plan on returning home so late, yet shopping for Harry's present, in between preparing her report for the committee, had taken much more time than she anticipated. When Hermione finally made it to the shops for some treacle tart and an autographed copy of Seeking the Snitch: The Life of Shanti Singh, The British Quidditch League's Most Celebrated Player, it was nearly closing time.

Luckily Hermione had pre-ordered the book when it was announced, so all she had to do was pick it up from Flourish and Blotts. The treacle tart took a bit longer, but she knew the store owner had a soft spot for Harry and did their best to match Hermione's request.

She was thankful for her beaded bag more than ever, especially since Harry could scent treacle tart from a mile away. Did I marry a bloodhound or the man with the biggest sweet tooth to exist, Hermione thought with a fond smile.

"Hello Harry, I'm home!" She waited for a reply.

No response.

"Guess he was held up too... which is perfect for me. Now to put these presents somewhere -"

"Hermione? I thought I heard you," an amused voice broke her musing.

Hermione blinked. Sure enough, Harry stood before her, his arms crossed. There was a barely concealed smirk on his face, as if he heard - or knew somehow - Hermione talking to herself.

"My report needed last minute edits, I'm sorry I was -" she began, yet he waved away her excuse.

"It's fine, love." He noticed how exhausted she looked. "Here, let me take your bag." At that comment her eyes widened. "Harry, no!" She couldn't let him see the gifts yet, they weren't even wrapped -

Her husband froze. "Hermione, it's me. Carrying your bag is no problem."

At any other moment Hermione would snog him for being so chivalrous, this wasn't one of those times. "It's alright," she tried to say calmly. "I have some - uh - sensitive material in it. Can't break the chain and all that." Hermione knew she was a terrible liar and Harry was incredibly observant when she didn't want him to be.

Harry now looked a mix of curious and bemused. "Fine then, keep your secrets."

"ItsyourChristmaspresentIjustwantedtosurpriseyou!" Hermione blurted out. "I was going to hide it before you got home...but I didn't know that you were already here."

Harry blinked. Then he chuckled softly to himself. "The bag...of course. Brilliant as always."

He saw her confused face. "Seems we both wanted to surprise each other, I put yours someplace since you have a built in radar for finding presents."

Hermione pouted. "It's not radar when you keep using the same wrapping paper each year, Harry."

"I thought I was being resourceful." He was sheepish.

She walked over and booped him slightly on the nose. "For that, you can open your present early." Hermione smiled slyly.

"I'd rather unwrap you." Harry replied cheekily. Hermione drew back a little.

"Okay then, I'l return the gifts I spent my hard-earned money on for my grateful husband -"

Harry pulled her closer. "Cheeky witch. Not so fast."

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"Please don't pull your hair like that, that's my job."

Startled from his thoughts and the mountain of paperwork on the desk, Harry looked up to see the new visitor. Immediately a smile broke out on his face. "If it isn't my favorite Healer." He gestured to Hermione to take a seat. "Don't tell me you're missing the Ministry already."

She rolled her eyes at his comment. "Just a few people, not the constant bureaucracy."

Harry's grin widened. "I feel so special."

Hermione clicked her tongue. "Ridiculous man," she murmured, her heart full of affection. She gestured toward the documents on Harry's desk. "I was hoping to check out that new Thai place we walked by last week. Want to join me?"

He rubbed his temples. "I'd love to, but...I have to finish this statement for Kingsley." He winced. "The public wants answers on why we let Edward Greengrass go."

Hermione stilled. "The man who kidnapped those Muggleborn girls and tortured them until one escaped? You had circumstantial evidence... and his wife gave him an alibi." Disgust colored her voice. "You had to let him go, Harry."

"I know, but they don't want to hear that. And the girls aren't willing to testify... I am not blaming them." Harry closed his eyes, exhausted. "And some reports were misfiled so I have to review them again." He rolled his head from side to side, trying to relax. Attempting a small smile, he met Hermione's face. "I'll take a rain check on the Thai food, love."

Hermione walked towards him, placing herself in his lap. Harry leaned back in the chair, wrapping his arms around her waist. With gentle hands she started stroking his hair. "It's fine, I am right where I want to be." She revelled in the sight of her husband melting at her touch, knowing that no one except her would ever see him like this.

"You will get Greengrass, an arrogant man like him is going to slip up. As for the girls... Give them time. They need to heal. If they decide not to testify, you have to respect that. Maybe you need a break from all this." Hermione tried not to admonish. "You put too much pressure on yourself to save everyone, Harry!"

He exhaled softly, his breath tickling her skin. "More of my saving people thing, I know. It's not easy being the Chosen One, but someone has to do it."

She bopped him on the nose. "Less sass please, Mr. Potter."

"Yes, ma'am. Whatever you say, Mrs. Potter." Harry gave her a cheeky grin. "Your wish is my every com -"

Hermione cut him off with a deep kiss.

"Command," he finished rather breathily when she pulled away. Hermione just smirked.

His eyes landed on the still pending paperwork. "On second thought, Thai food with you is an amazing combination. Meet you at the lift in a few minutes?"

"Good choice, handsome." Hermione pressed a quick kiss to Harry's jaw and reluctantly got off his lap. "And maybe later we can test out that new sofa in your study." With a wink, she sashayed away.

Much to Hermione's joy, Harry ended up taking the rest of the day off.

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When the envelope arrived one fine June morning at Grimmauld Place, courtesy of Hedwig, Hermione couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. She had eagerly scanned the sky for weeks, hoping fervently for a hint of the snowy owl. And now the letter determining the rest of her future (or so she hoped) was finally here.

She gave Hedwig a few owl treats and soft pats on the head. "Harry should be home later, if you want to stick around." The owl nuzzled her cheek and then flew off, presumably to her cage upstairs.

Hermione turned the envelope in her hands. Sure enough, her name was in the center, along with her current place of residence. In the top left corner, the sender's name was...

She froze, her eyes widening in shock. In a fancy calligraphic font were the words Savannah Academy for Magic Graduate Admissions and a notice about important documents.

Her heart in her throat, she ripped open the envelope.

***

The sound of apparition broke Hermione from her reverie. Ever since she read the letter, she felt a mix of emotions: joy, excitement, relief, wonder, sadness. She knew telling Harry wouldn't be easy, when they just got together as a couple.

"Hermione! I just got home." Harry entered the living room. "Ah, there you are."

Hermione ran over to hug him, practically knocking him flat. "You got back early! How was your day?"

"Too many meetings that could have been emails," Harry replied with a sigh as he wrapped his arms around her. "I never thought they would let me go. But enough about me, how was yours?"

Hermione hesitated for a moment, then summoned the envelope with a wave of her hand. "The letter I told you about before...it arrived today." She swallowed hard, then beamed. "I got in!"

Harry's eyes lit up. "They said yes?" Without warning, he picked Hermione up and spun her around. "That's fantastic!"

"Harry! Put me down, you are impossible," She said, her voice full of mirth. Her heart glowed at his happiness for her.

He spun her a few more times, then placed her on a nearby chair. "I had a feeling you would be accepted - how could they say no to you? The most brilliant and wonderful witch I know?" Harry gazed at her with pride and amazement.

"It was a long shot. I had a lot of competition, Harry." Hermione shook her head, still in disbelief. "Savannah Academy is world renowned for its majors, especially Arithmancy and Transfiguration. And..." She took a deep breath. "I applied for the two year program."

Harry sank to his knees in front of her. "You should go." He gave her a tiny smile. "This is an incredible opportunity, jaan."

Her breath caught. "But it's nearly 6700 kilometers, I won't be able to see you or visit everyone much -"

"Only eight hours by plane, then." He said breezily. "And we have a wicked way of keeping contact, you might have heard of them. They're called phones and -" He laughed when she playfully nudged him. "It's two years, Hermione." Harry's voice grew soft. "I plan on being with you far longer than that. We'll make it work."

Hermione shook her head again, this time in awe. "How do you always know to say the right thing?" She whispered, grasping his hand like a lifeline.

"I learned from the best," Harry replied with a fond grin.

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Harry stared at his girlfriend in both shock and curiosity. "Hermione, please tell me you aren't being serious."

"What did I do?" She asked absently, her gaze not moving from her book. The slightly battered spine read Persuasion.

He waved the flyer he was holding. "So you didn't put this on my desk, hoping that I would see it. A job listing for an art model, and the first person you thought of was me‽" He tried not to sound incredulous.

Hermione looked up, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Ooh, it's a wonderful opportunity, Harry! All you have to do is pose for a drawing or life drawing class. If you feel comfortable taking directions and posing clothed or nude, that really helps." She mumbled the last part. "And I sort of told the instructor I knew someone who didn't mind posing."

"When it's just us, Hermione." Harry replied patiently. "I am comfortable posing for you. A class full of people I don't know..." His eyes widened. "It's not in the magical realm, is it?"

The possibility of Rita Skeeter or her protégé Romilda Vane finding out that The Boy Who Lived Twice was a nude model for an art class and sneaking in made him shudder. Even seven years after the defeat of Voldemort, Harry was constantly hounded by the press and wizarding bigshots who all wanted a piece of him. His decision to live away from wizarding London, specifically near Godric's Hollow, made him grateful for the little moments of privacy it offered.

That Hermione was living in the same space was a bonus.

"No, it's at a public university, where most of the population is non magical." She reassured him. "And the class itself is pretty small, around ten people. I took it last year and really liked it! One of the models we talked to said it was freeing, like they had control over who chose to see their body in all its wonder. After a while they got used to people staring, since it was more from appreciation than feeling like an object."

Harry glanced at the nearby fireplace mantel, where various artworks of Hermione's were displayed. Some of them were sketches, others were watercolor or portraits. After the war Hermione has turned to art as an outlet; she didn't think of herself as particularly talented but Harry begged to differ. In her deft hands, everything appeared vivid and beautiful. There was a light in them that only Hermione could capture.

"If I agree...does this mean you will come to the Quidditch exhibition match Viktor invited us to?" Harry held back a smirk at the exasperated look she gave him. "I know you aren't pressuring me to be a model, Hermione. I just -" He sighed. "They will see everything. My scars, not only the one on my forehead. The words from Umbridge's blood quill, when the basilisk bit me..."

She moved closer to him and gently clasped one of his hands. "They're asking for real people, with bodies of every color, size, and shape. The scars are proof you survived, Harry. They tell your story, and I think people will find it - and you - compelling. You're interesting, remember?"

A soft smile lit the corners of his mouth. "What, no longer fanciable?"

She rolled her eyes, but returned his grin. "You've always been fanciable, Mr. Potter. I don't need to tell you that!"

Harry squeezed her hand. "Okay, I will do it. And you don't have to come to the exhibition match, I know Quidditch isn't your favorite thing in the world."

"Oh, and here I thought of coming anyway... Since Viktor may have mentioned he asked you to give some pointers to his teammates." Hermione smirked. "I do like Quidditch, when certain people are involved."

Harry hummed. "Thank Merlin for that."

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The day was absolutely beautiful, Hermione thought. The sun was out, with a slight breeze ruffling her hair so she didn't feel overheated. And since it was a bank holiday, she was free to do whatever she wanted.

Yet what was her wonderful husband doing?

She shook her head at the sight before her.

"Harry! You can listen to the Quidditch highlights later, you promised we would go out today." Hermione pouted. She wrapped her arms around him, tugging him away from the too tempting radio.

(Next time she decided to get him a birthday gift, she would not rely on technology.)

Harry laughed, but didn't fight her off. "Okay, where do you suggest?"

"I don't know, anything! It's so lovely out." Hermione tapped his chest. "We both have the day off - for once - so let's take full advantage of it. I don't want to stay indoors."

Harry hummed, brow furrowed in thought. Then his face lit up. "I think I know just the place."

Before Hermione could ask exactly what it was, Harry took her hand and with a soft pop, they disappeared.

***

Hermione's eyes were wide with awe as she gazed out at the ocean. "All my life I lived here, and never knew this existed," she sighed, then turned to Harry. "How did you find out?"

"One of the perks of being me," He replied with a smirk. Of course that got him an eye roll. "Seriously though - I asked Marianne at the clinic if she knew a place - not Regent's Park - that held Shakespeare plays. She recommended this, said it was magnificent." He whistled through his teeth.

"She wasn't wrong," Hermione remarked softly. "Rowena Cade gifted us all."

Indeed, Minack Theatre was spectacular: the rugged cliffs, terraced gardens, stone archways, the Atlantic Ocean beyond. She couldn't decide what to focus on, all of her senses wanted to take in everything. The wind was a bit stronger here, yet she didn't mind. The view was extremely worth it.

"We're seeing a play here? Or is it a tour?" Her brown eyes sparkled with excitement and curiosity.

Harry gave her a knowing grin. "They're doing Northanger Abbey for the next week, I may have booked advance tickets."

Hermione beamed. Yes, this was so much better than listening to Quidditch highlights.

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There was a harsh knock on the bedroom door. "Harry, someone's on the phone for you. A girl." Aunt Petunia's voice sounded odd, a mix of stiffness and curiosity. "I am letting you answer it since Dudley and Vernon both went out."

Harry scrambled to his feet. "I'll be right there!" He threw the door open, startling his aunt, and ran down the stairs. Thrill jolted through him that a girl was asking for him. On the phone! He wondered who it was - very few people in the Muggle world were interested in his company, let alone someone female.

He picked up the phone, which was located in the absolutely spotless kitchen (three guesses who was responsible for cleaning it almost daily). "Hello?" Harry held his breath.

"Harry! Oh, I miss hearing your voice. I was driving myself up the wall when Dumbledore - anyway, I might have threatened to turn your aunt into a worm if she didn't give you the phone. How are you?"

Harry smiled to himself at the familiar rambling. "It's only been three days since we saw each other at King's Cross, Hermione." A bit of fondness came over him. "I'm alright, how have you been? Already caught up on summer homework?"

He could imagine the eye roll and impatient huff she'd give him.

"Oh, honestly! Whatever you and Ron may think, I do like to have fun." Hermione replied with a slight scoff. "And I actually haven't started the homework yet. My favorite cousins are visiting, so I am spending time with them."

Harry let out a mock gasp. "Who are you and what did you do with Hermione Granger?" Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Aunt Petunia had stopped dusting the fireplace mantel. He lowered his voice.

"That sounds wonderful, you deserve a break Hermione." Then he thought of her earlier comment. "We don't think you aren't fun. You did slap Malfoy, remember?"

She laughed. "I can't believe you still bring that up! Oooh, he makes me so angry, he deserves to be knocked down a peg."

Harry's grin widened. "I would put that in a pensieve, to watch over and over."

"Which reminds me - my family's having a party in a few days, that's the reason why my cousins are here. Nothing fancy. I would love it if you could come!" Hermione said. "My mum and dad want to meet you too, they heard so much about you. I can come meet you at the station or we can pick you up."

He coughed, both shocked and flattered that Hermione would mention him. "I'd like to, but Dumbledore wants me to stay to strengthen my mum's protection."

He heard some muttering, then a door slammed. "Hermione?"

"I'm here, Harry! It's... You know, we can apply similar protection here. It won't be linked to your mum but will work just as well." Hermione exhaled. "Please come! You haven't ever been to my house, right?"

"Well, no, but..."

"All the more reason I want you to be here! I can show you all my favorite places -"

"Like the library?" Harry gently teased.

Hermione hummed. "Yes, and also this really beautiful butterfly garden! I love going there every time I'm home. It's serene, yet you can feel nature all around you."

Harry's heart beat faster at the yearning in her voice.

He knew what answer to give her.

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Hermione groaned once she saw the forecast on her phone. "Ughhhhh this is ridiculous."

"The heat wave warning?" Padma waved a hand in front of her face, trying to keep cool. "It's supposed to hit 37 degrees later today. Who was the genius that decided to have a party now?"

"Don't look at me, I was only the messenger," a voice chimed in. Harry took a seat next to her on the lawn chair. "Ron wanted to throw a party since his family is visiting his older brother in France. It was a golden opportunity."

Hermione gave her boyfriend a half fond and half exasperated look. "Yet why is he hosting it at your house?"

"More privacy, Hermione. Less chance of people crashing or calling the police for a noise complaint." Padma reminded her. "Not to mention that amazing basement with a movie theater and gaming room?" She whistled, then winced. "Okay, it's too scorching out here, even for me. I'm going back inside, see you wildcats later." With a flourish, she left the duo.

Harry turned toward Hermione, his eyes darkening when he noticed her outfit. "You're wearing it?" He ran a finger down the edge of her green sarong. "It looks amazing on you."

"Mmmhm, behave." She gently stopped his movements. "I don't want to go back inside yet, but we need something to cool off."

Harry smirked. "I know one way." Before Hermione could react, he scooped her up and walked the few steps to the pool.

Hermione's eyes widened when she realized what he was about to do. "Harry Potter, don't you dare -"

She screamed when he jumped into the water, still holding her firmly. Her eyes closed, the incredible splash and warm pool temperature doing nothing to ease her nerves.

"HARRY!" She clung her arms around his neck. "You ridiculous man, that didn't help at all!"

He was grinning as he shook the hair out of his eyes. "It was worth a try."

Hermione poked his chest, yet didn't move away from him. Luckily, they had landed in the shallower side of the pool. "Fine, you thrill seeker. Any other bright ideas to beat the heat?" She tried not to notice the droplets running down his neck and chest, or how more vivid those green eyes were without his glasses.

Harry hummed. "Maybe one more." He pulled her closer, letting her wrap her legs around him. Her hands drifted down to his shoulders.

"It will warm you up in another way." He said with a smirk.

Then his mouth pressed against hers, and Hermione lost herself in the feeling.

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Hermione was digging into her breakfast - toast and some fruit - when she felt a soft tug on her arm. When she turned around, ready to bite the person's head off for interrupting her eating time, her eyes widened. "Harry!"

"Sorry." He was sheepish. "Can you come with me to the lake when you're done?" His voice lowered. "I have something to tell you."

Hermione nodded. "Is everything alright?"

Harry shrugged. "Not sure yet."

That only left her more stupefied. She quickly swallowed the last of the toast and jumped up from her seat. "Race you to the lake!"

Before Harry could blink, she was gone.

***

"You caught them doing what." Hermione stopped in her tracks, eyeing Harry closely. "Are you sure it was Neville and Ginny? I didn't know they were even together!"

With a pang, she knew why Ginny hadn't told her. Since the war ended, their friendship has evolved to something more distant, almost like acquaintances. And Hermione had sensed that Ginny's jealousy didn't fade away, even when Hermione lied that Harry was her best friend and nothing more.

"Neither did I. But it was definitely them, Neville had Ginny behind him. They kept apologizing." Harry huffed out a laugh. "And the weird thing is, I don't mind. Actually.... I'm relieved."

He looked out at the Hogwarts Lake. "Neville was there for Ginny when I couldn't be. I pushed her aside to keep her safe, since her family was targeted." He glanced at her. "I don't think I feel the same way about Ginny. She's great, but being with her..."

Hermione's breath caught in her throat. "It's like you were living in a dream." She started to walk again, and he fell in step with her.

Harry looked half surprised, half amazed that she knew what he meant, without even saying. "Exactly." He gently nudged her. "Are you a mind reader, Miss Granger?"

She scoffed, nudging him back. "I have my moments, Mr. Potter."

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Hermione loved her husband dearly, but right now she wished Harry wasn't so sweet. How could she possibly prepare his birthday gift when he wanted to be at her side and, as he put it, "watch Hermione Granger-Potter in her natural habitat (usually a library or bookstore)."

Luckily, she had a secret weapon/co-conspirator: their fifteen year old godson, Teddy Lupin.

"You really think this will work, Aunt Hermy?" Teddy asked as he watched Hermione sort out boxes of various sizes. "I know Harry's wanted to see this match for ages, but we can watch it later on the telly or something. The live streams are much better now."

Without losing her pace, Hermione replied. "Your godfather will be happy to see everything with you, the atmosphere is so exciting! And this will definitely work, because -"

At that moment Harry burst into the living room, breaking Hermione's concentration. "All ready for the game, you two!" And he did a little spin in place. "How does it look?"

Her eyes widened at the sight of him. Next to her, Teddy tried to stifle his grin.

Hermione's husband was wearing a black jersey, a backwards ball cap, striped socks and slippers, and shorts. On any other person it would look absolutely ridiculous, but Harry James Potter was an exception.

"You will fit right in," she managed to say, attempting to hide the boxes from Harry's view.

He beamed at her.

"Yeah Harry, I don't think anyone can top that," Teddy commented. Then he glanced at the clock. "We better get going, the Portkey is set for ten minutes from now."

Harry hesitated. "Are you sure you don't want to come to the match?" He asked his wife.

Hermione waved a hand. "It's fine; anyway I know you and Teddy will share all the details later." She got up from the sofa and went over to kiss his cheek. "You're not playing, but this is still for good luck."

Harry's grin grew wider.

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The post arrived just when Harry and Hermione sat down for breakfast. They instantly recognized the owl; it was one of Hogwarts' messengers.

"Oooh, finally!" Hermione jumped up to open the window, letting the owl in. "I was wondering if our letters would ever get here." After taking some treats, the owl flew away.

"We still have two weeks left of break, Hermione," Harry gently teased. Then he noticed she had gone completely still. "Is everything okay?" He asked in a worried tone.

She was holding a hefty package in her hands. With a quick shake, some objects fell out: two shiny badges, along with a piece of parchment. Harry caught a glimpse of Headmistress McGonagall's crisp, familiar writing. "Are those -?"

"The Head Students badges," Hermione finished, her eyes glossy with both shock and happiness. "They're for us - Harry, we did it!" She ran towards him, nearly knocking them over with the force of her hug. "I am so happy they picked you!"

Harry took a moment to relish the feeling of her in his arms; it still amazed him how she fit against him. "It's funny....my dad was Head Boy too, though he never was prefect. Guess I have a tradition to uphold."

Hermione smiled sadly. "He would be so proud of you, your mum too. Like I am. You deserve this, more than anyone."

Harry held her tighter. "I could say the same about you."

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Hermione couldn't help but squeal when she saw the Tomes & Scrolls display window. "Ooh, Harry! Look, they have a sale on the new Serena Sok book! I wonder if there are extra copies..."

Intrigued yet slightly confused, Harry followed her into the shop. "Wasn't the last book you read also written by her?"

A bookstore stop was inevitable on a Hogsmeade outing with Hermione, he knew, which was why he didn't feel all that dismayed. It was nice to see his girlfriend in her sanctuary, a soft smile on her face as she browsed the shelves.

"Yes, but what's wrong with that?" Hermione turned to look at him, one hand on her hip. "I really like her writing style, and she's Muggleborn too! Some of the things she writes about... it's also been my experience."

They stopped at a display table, which featured recent releases. Sure enough, Lies The Magical World Taught Me was there, with a photo of the author next to it.

"Nothing wrong with it, Hermione," Harry replied as he picked up a book and idly skimmed the pages. Though I have an idea on what to get you for Christmas, he added silently. "I might read Serena's work now, since you enjoy her so much."

He didn't notice the fond smile Hermione sent him.