Loving You is An Easy Thing To Do
Chapter 1: The Big Move
Disclaimer: I do not own any charaters of Harry Potter. They belong to J.K. Rowling. The only thing I do own is the plot.
Summary: This story is about Harry and Hermione who are married and living back in his parent's house. They've graduated from Hogwarts also. Each character is starting to branch out and try and fiugre out what to do with their lives, and what their love life stores ahead. But can they get through what lies in store for the both of them?
This was the life. Harry couldn't picture it any other way. He had Hermione and that was what mattered the most. He loved her more than anything in the world. He may no longer have Dumbledore, Sirius or his parents, butHermione gave him the feeling that filled the void. Here they were, living back in his old house that he hadn't been in since the night his parents had died. He had always talked about coming back, but he never thought that he actually would. Voldermort was still out there somewhere. He had destroyed all of the horcruxes except two. But now was the time for Hermione and himself. Voldermort would be taken care of after he had a chance to do what he wanted.
When he and Hermione first decided to live here, he was shocked that she agreed to it. The day they moved in, it was very awkward; He knew this was the place that he had lost his parents, and he was somewhat questioning what it would be like every day to wake up and remember that this was the place that Voldermort had torn his life apart. Yet, if his parents had never died, who knows where he would be today? Harry's thoughts were interrupted when Hermione called his name.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione came running in from the front porch, flung her arms around his neck, and gave him a gentle yet passionate kiss on the lips.
"Oh, nothing. I just was thinking about some things, that's all." He leaned in and kissed her again.
"Well we better get on unpacking then. We have tons to do yet!"
"Okay, I'll be there in a minute," He replied.
"Alright then," said Hermione.
She ran off to the road where their things where. Tomorrow the Weasley's were going to come over and see the house. Ron was still living at home. They would have invited him to stay, but they decided that this was going to be their place.
Harry walked out to the road to help unload some things out of the car the ministry lent them. Hermione grabbed a box full of her books. Harry reached in and grabbed a box with what felt like food in it. Probably the goodies Mrs. Weasley sent with them. After he had unloaded everything he stood out onto the porch to observe the view. Hermione came out to join him.
"I love the view, Harry. It's beautiful. I now see why your parents liked it here."
Harry paused and replied with, "Yeah, it's great. But what makes it better is that you're here with me." Hermione blushed and smiled.
"Oh Harry!" She said giggling.
"This really is a nice view, though," replied Harry. Hermione and Harry sat enjoying the last of the Orange and pink sky of the September night and went inside.
After dinner, Harry and Hermione sat on the couch cuddling with each other enjoying their first night here.
"You know, Hermione, I thought that moving here would be totally impossible. It's weird knowing that this was where my parents spent their last parts of their lives here and…"
Hermione interrupted him saying, "Harry, it's okay. I know that it is. I would feel that way too if I was in your position." Hermione gave him yet another gentle kiss. "It's getting late, why don't we go up to bed?"
When he first entered the bedroom earlier he couldn't move. He just didn't know what to think and all. But then he realized that it was okay, because this house was part of a memory.
"Yeah, good idea," He said. They went off to the bed room. Hermione stripped down and sat on top of the bed eyeing Harry. He knew what she wanted and took off his clothes until there was nothing left. He climbed onto the bed and started kissing her. Hermione started giggling and started letting Harry get close to her. Then they both just seemed to fall into place. After a minute or so, he forgot about where he actually was. It was like he was being carried away by a wind and nothing was holding him back. After a while Hermione and he collapsed into a tight hug that seemed to never come to an end. He gave her one last long passionate kiss and they both fell asleep into the night.
The next morning he awoke and found Hermione who had just woken up lying next to him.
"Good morning," Hermione told him as he moved a little closer to her.
"Morning," replied Harry. He gave her a little kiss.
"Sleep well?" asked Hermione.
"Yeah I did," He said in a somewhat surprised voice.
"Well that's good. Are you hungry? I can go cook some pancakes or something before we have to get ready for the Weasley's visit."
"Yeah that would be great." Hermione rolled out of bed and Harry unwillingly followed. He just wanted to lay with her for as long as possible. He took a shower and then went down to eat with her. He finally struck up conversation by asking, "What time are they getting here today?"
"Sometime this afternoon I suppose."
"Alright then. Well, we get a little time to ourselves until they come."
"I think I like that," Hermione said smiling. They cleared the table and went to tidy up the house a bit and the doorbell rang shortly after. "They're here, Harry!" Hermione called to him. As if he didn't know what a doorbell was...
"Coming!" He yelled from the top of the stairs. They opened the door and there stood Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Fred, George, and Ginny. "Hey everyone!"
"Ello Harry!" Ron greeted.
"Oh, Harry, I love this house!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed. "It is just wonderful! Glad to see that your parents had excellent taste." Mrs. Weasley gave them both a hug and shoved another cake into Hermione's hands. Fred and George said hello and walked in to examine the house. Ginny gave Harry and Hermione a hug and went to look around the house also. Harry could tell that they all had the same thing on their mind, "His parents were killed here." And he was right.
Fred all of a sudden asked, "So Harry, your parents were killed here, huh?" Mrs. Weasley came out of the dining room and slapped him on the side of the head with her purse.
Then George added, "Sorry mum, we just wanted to know. So Harry, did they?" he added intrigued. Mrs. Weasley took her purse and hit George on the back of the head too.
"Yes, they did."
Mrs. Weasley quickly changed the topic by saying, "Alright, enough of that!"
Hermione piped up and said, "You all should feel free and look around the house. It is a great place." Mrs. Weasley was already ahead of that.
"How was the first night here?" asked Ron. Harry and Hermione glances at each other and then Harry replied with, "It was great. It's like I've been here all my life."
After the tours of the house Mrs. Weasley fixed some dinner and served it.
"Harry dear, I forgot to tell you, Charlie and Lupin might stop by later on. I told them about the house and all and they really want to see it. Percy is busy right now with some things and Bill wanted to spend time with Fleur until she goes to her parent's house for a few weeks."
"That's great. By the looks of it you made enough food to feed us for a year." Hermione, the twins, Ginny and Ron stifled a laugh and Mrs. Weasley continued.
"Oh Harry, you're skin and bones! You need to keep your weight up. Here, take these potatoes." Mrs. Weasley put another giant scoop of potatoes on his plate.
"Er- Thanks," he replied trying to force a smile.
About an hour and half later, Lupin arrived and shortly after so did Charlie.
"Hello, Harry! Good to see you again," Lupin paused and continued. "Wow...This place hasn't changed a bit. When I used to come here to see your parents, they always kept the place clean and now looks like it's no different." Harry told him thanks and that he was glad he came.
Charlie then came through the door saying, "Hey, Harry! Good to see ya again!" he went over and gave him a pat on the back and then went to give Hermione a hug. Their once little love house that was just Hermione and Harry's earlier was now filled with people talking and greeting each other. Charlie did the same thing as everyone else had when they had arrived. He surveyed the house, but Harry knew that he understood not to ask or say anything like George and Fred had.
The rest of the night was spent just talking with Ron and then Lupin told them a few stories about his parents that he surprisingly never had heard before. Sometime around Eleven o'clock they all left. Harry could tell that Ron didn't want to leave and he wanted to know what Harry and Hermione did when they were all alone. But Harry thought that he and Cho Chang might even do the same thing. Hermione and him bed their farewells and promised to keep in touch.
After a busy day, he and Hermione were both exhausted. Hermione fell asleep on the couch, and he thought that she looked too cute and precious to move, so he went and got a pillow and some blankets to put over her. He kissed her gently on the lips, whispered he loved her, and went upstairs to bed. In bed, he just laid down for a minute to think about everything. If Hermione died the next day and he never got a chance to show her EVERYTHING about how he felt for her, would he be able to live with himself? Well right now he had everything he wanted, and that was Hermione's love. Just as he whispered to himself he would never let anything happen to her, he fell asleep.
A/N: Thank you for reading! I am currently updating this story and doing some much needed editing. My writing has changed and matured quite a bit in the last few years ;)