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Hermione was the first to see it, late one October night when the sand storms howled and the gum leaves blew and it was easy to believe that their underground common room at their Australian University, "Magica", was only safe place in the world.
It was the way they sat, one kangaroo skin covered couch crammed with two boys, their knees just barely touching and their cheeks stained a Ore that could not be blamed on the dying fire, or the outback dust they had been rolling around in just hours ago.
She knew that there was a chance that it was just a one-off, and Hermione was determined to find out for certain if it simply was one of those strange little moment in time or not.
She spent weeks observing the evidence, making neat columns of notes in her mind. Together at breakfast, in the corridors, at the corrobooree fell easily into the "Normal interactions" category. Not meeting each other's eyes and Allowing fingers to overlap and continue to hold on for longer then needed were definitely in the "Strange Sights" pile
By the time the first rains fell during the "Top Ends" rain season, Hermione had weighed up all the pros and cons, verified her evidence and drawn her conclusions. The boys were still clueless, still two steps behind her - even at 19 years of age, and it broke her heart.
Sometime during the last eight to nine years, in the back of her mind, Harry and Ron had been tagged them as her boys. Hers to take care of, fuss over, and maybe one day decide to marry and settle down with one of them one day in her settling-down future. She'd never exactly said it, even to herself; it was just there, beneath her bossiness and bushy hair.
There were wallabies playing on the billabongs edge the day Hermione finally felt her resolve snap. It was all caused by them fussing over who sat beside whom in their Legends Tute. She just did the only thing she could do, without disturbing their Professor, and buried her nose in a book.
They were still her boys, she thought finally, peering over the pages to look at them now finally seated, sneaking glances at each other, and always would be. And she would always hold a special place in their hearts. Sensing that did help mend the sharp pain in her heart, just a little.
They were still her boys – and the first one to hurt the other would have to answer to her.
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