Alright, this fic came to me in a dream. It really intrigued me that my dreams put this pairing together. I didn't put the guy's name in the info because I want it to be a surprise! Oh well, tell me what you think. Enjoy :)
It was a warm April morning, something rare in England. The sun shone through the blinds and casted shadows across the room. Someone was in the shadows near the bed; two someones to be exact. Hermione's eyes opened slowly, taking in her surroundings. This was not her flat. No, her flat had light blue walls throughout and she was not lucky enough to have this big of a room. She stared at the stark white walls, wondering why she kept coming to this flat. She knew the answer, of course; it was lying next to her.
She felt guiltier each time she stayed here, but in that moment all she felt was bliss. Looking over at the man next to her, she sighed. He was apparently sleeping lightly, because his eyes fluttered open at the sound of her sigh.
"Hey, darling," he whispered, moving a piece of her hair from her face. "Do you want breakfast?"
She could only smile and nod, reveling in the feeling of his hand on her face. He climbed out of the bed and brought Hermione's day clothes to her. When he left the room, Hermione got up and changed her clothes. She was already fully clothed, seeing as there was no monkey business the night before. No, he was tender enough to love her without loving her.
She walked out to the kitchen, where the smell of bacon filled the air. Sitting at the table, Hermione smiled towards her lover.
"You know, we really shouldn't be doing this," she said wistfully. "You're only nineteen."
"And plenty mature, I think," he replied. "I wouldn't care if you were sixty, we should be doing this."
She laughed a little bit, "Sixty? That's a bit much. But I'm not that far from it…" she trailed off.
"You are only thirty-eight. There's still a few good years left in you," he teased.
Now she was full out laughing, not even caring about her guilt anymore.
"Plus, I love you, Hermione," he replied. "I wouldn't give you up for anything. I mean it, even if my dad told me to."
She looked up into his honest eyes, "I love you too, Albus. I can't see Harry liking this though."
Albus Severus Potter shook his head and ran over to the window. "I don't care what he has to say," he said looking at her. He then turned to the window, opened it and stuck his head outside. "I LOVE HERMIONE GRANGER!" he yelled.
With her guilt forgotten, she walked over to him and was given a more passionate kiss than the ones in romance novels.
"Marry me, Hermione," he started. "We can tell the family and then marry me, please. I love you, marry me."
Shock was written on her face, not a bad shock though, "Really?" she sighed. "I'd love to, Albus."
And with that she was given an even more spectacular kiss.
So? *wiggles eyebrows* You likie? Review! Do you like this pairing, hate it, want more of it, like the pairing but hate my story? Criticism helps make a writer stronger. (Good criticism, that is.) Until next time, my dear readers! Love, LA.