EDIT: Now beta'd by brokenbottleaurora. Thanks, you're the best.

AN: Hello Readers! This is my first time writing a Harry Potter Fanfiction. I hope you like it. Thans a lot to my friend Krafty Eaton who has helped me type this as I didn't have time.

This drabble has many clues as to what happened after the final battle. Care to guess them? And, I wasn't sure how to label this. It isn't exactly HHr, neither is it implied, as it is one sided as far as we know. So...any suggestions?

Thanks for reading!

~Nis.

PS: This is exactly hundred words, excluding the title, from now:


Treacle Tart

At dinner, Harry found his thoughts wandering to finding "the one", as Ginny said.

He thought about the girls he had dated so far. Cho and Ginny both were brave, loyal and witty. He needed someone who understood him, saw 'Harry', not 'Voldemort's Bane.' Most of all, he needed a shared taste, such as favourite dessert.

His gaze travelled to Hermione, the recently single Headgirl.

"Hermione?"

"What?" She asked.

"What's your favourite desert?"

"Treacle tart. Harry, why are you asking this?"

Treacle tart? Check.

Harry smiled at her mysteriously, and Hermione smiled back with raised eyebrows.

"No reason."


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