Prologue


Three years have come to pass and we find our brave hero happy and safe. Harry James Potter looked up from the Daily Prophet; he forced a smile onto his face at the sight of his wife. Ginevra Molly Weasley-Potter stood in the doorway of their large bedroom, her tightest nightgown hugging her curves. Harry quirked an eyebrow at her, unsure of what she was thinking.

"Harry…" she purred out as she walked over to their king size bed. She stopped at his side of the bed and kissed him passionately on the lips.

Harry succumbed to the passion before his better judgment hit him and he pulled away. "Not tonight Ginny." He whispered after he had pulled back.

Harry watched the frown creep across her face, and slowly change to a pout. "Why not?" she asked.

"I don't feel all too comfortable making love with you, when my two best friends are sleeping over just down the hall." Harry said as he averted his eyes back to the newspaper in his hands.

Ginny grumbled as she crawled over Harry to her side of the bed, "Why does it matter? They're probably shagging as we speak. Plus, I put up an excellent silencing charm." Ginny said looking over at her husband.

Harry scowled at the thought of Hermione and Ron having sex in his home. "I don't care Ginny." He said firmly. "Let them do as they please, but I am not doing it tonight."

"You only say that because it's Hermione over there. If it was just Ron, we would be stark naked." Ginny defended.

"Ginny!" Harry growled. "I'm… not… in… the mood." He leaned over, turned his bedside light off, flooding the room with darkness. He slammed his newspaper onto the bedside table and took his glasses off. He rolled over so he was facing away from Ginny, "G'night." He angrily mumbled. It has nothing to do with Hermione. I'm simply not in the mood…gah, what am I kidding? It's all about Hermione. Harry thought before sleep finally washed over him.

Harry awoke the next morning with a massive migraine. He slid his glasses on and walked down the many stairs to the large kitchen. "G'mornin' Harry!" a chipper voice said.

Harry groaned as he sat on the stool at the bar, "Mornin'." He said slowly.

"Harry you look horrible…! Are you okay?" Harry blinked the sleep from his eyes to see Hermione Jean Granger-Weasley leaning across the bar to get a closer look at him. Harry's emerald green eyes met her chocolate brown ones as she searched his eyes for a hint.

"I don't feel too good 'Mione. I've got a massive migraine. It feels like chimpanzees are having a rave in my head, a thrashing massive rave…" Harry grumbled tiredly.

"Oh I have the best treatment for that. Just one moment." She said as she turned away from Harry. "Here ya go." She said a moment later, handing him a steamy cup of coffee.

"Thank you 'Mione. How come, even after we're married to our loved ones, you're still taking such good care of me?" Harry asked with a gentle smile.

"You're the Chosen One silly, even now. So, someone's gotta help you out." She said with a bright grin. "And c'mon Harry, you'd do the same thing for me. After everything we've been through…" Hermione was interrupted by a pitch black own swooping in and dropping a letter in front of Harry.

"Thank you Cerberus." He said as he unrolled the letter to see Ginny's handwriting sprawled out across the parchment.

Harry,

Obviously you forgot Ron and I would be leaving for a mission for a month…possibly longer. But I understand, Hogwarts has tossed a lot onto your plate again. Ron would like me to remind you to take care of Hermione. I love you and I'm already missing you. I'll write you again when I arrive.

Lots of love,

Ginny

"Shit…I had forgotten…"Harry mumbled.

"What was that?" Hermione asked.

"N-Nothing 'Mione." Harry said, feeling like a complete idiot.


Author's Note!

This story came to me when I watched a video on YouTube.

It was, 101 Reasons to Ship Harry & Hermione by tennisgirlxoxo

watch?v=MpfjHUSlrU8