A/N: Yes, I have finally come back to finish writing this story WITH the permission of the author (Lady B. Padfoot). We've been talking for a long time and I wanted to double check and triple check with her before I started writing. I've rewritten several beginnings for this first chapter using literally thousands of pages of about five notebooks trying to better myself in my writing. A few reviews from other stories have scarred me ( improve or stop writing) ….So anyway I hope you enjoy the….

Link To First Part: Chapter: I'm Still Thinking

Hermione had woken up in her bedroom. She remembered everything that had happened the previous night in the dinner with her parents. The introduction had gone well. She knew her parents well however. They were just testing out the waters on where they could go with him.

The implication of further dinners such of these would lead into potentially more serious questions that they had for him. She groaned as she threw back the covers preparing for the day.

In the hallway she passed Ennee curled up in a little ball in the hallway. She had so much on her mind right now and it was all somehow dealing with weddings.

It was no stranger to Hermione though because she lived and breathed weddings day in and day out. The drama of a wedding never did leave her but the thought of planning her own made her cringe. Couldn't she just hand it to someone else to plan?

Believe it or not she had never had a dream or fantasy of becoming a wife to someone. Once upon a time she had thought once or twice on the subject but considered a career to be more important. Never did she think that she could be facing what she is now.

And what was that exactly?

Harry was sitting on the stool over the counter top reading the latest edition of the Daily Prophet as usual. Hedwig sat perched on the edge of the counter top staring at Harry.

"Morning Harry. Thank you for putting me in my bed last night." Hermione said sipping the cup of coffe in her hands.

"No problem."

"What do you think of my parents?" Hermione asked setting her mug down.

"They're nice as usual. No matter what you're father says he's still uneasy about the marriage."

"He's never been fond of the idea of me getting married. The thought of someone taking me away from him scares him to death. I won't always have just them to listen to anymore."

Damn, he thought. Another silence we can't get rid of. He decided to end it.

"I'm not cooking breakfast I've got some more plans I have to go over. You know before we go on winter break."

"I never asked you to. I'll be fine with pop tarts I guess." She said grabbing a package and leaving him sitting in the stool.

Was that the only conversation they were going to have this morning? Something was up with her. He shook his head in disbelief. Was she angry at him?

"Are you mad at me?"

Hermione turned around the passive look on her face turning into a questioning glance.

"I don't know, should I be?"

"No, it's just that you're not talking as much as usual. And after last night…" Harry trailed off at the look she was giving him.

"Look, Harry, I'm fine, I've got a job to get to in half an hour and you've got your 'work' to do. The only thing that we have to do basically is deal with the reporters from the Daily Prophet, namely Rita Skeeter."

This was true. The Daily Prophet had not covered their whole engagement as much as he thought which meant there was much more to come.

Hermione had left the room, Ennee the German Shepherd following closely on her heels as her door closed with a pretty loud thud.

It was true he should be working on his plans for his final Defense Against the Dark Arts classes before he actually had to give them. But after sitting down for a few moments he had gotten a clear idea, actually Christmas themed that he wanted to do for the class. So instead of actually putting it down on paper or working on the materials that he needed to put the plan into action, he called Ron.

Ron had agreed to go to the local pub with him and work off some steam. So here they sat across from each other drinking Firewhiskey talking.

"You see girls, they have all their nice talks, but us, we solve our problems with beer…"

Harry looked at his skeptically.

"Not necessarily…, well maybe, but, I really wanted to talk to you."

"Girl troubles, eh?"

"Not a girl, it's Hermione."

"Wouldn't say that if I were you, you know how she gets when we say that, all tetchy and everything."

"Anything could send her over the edge at this point."

"Why what happened?

"Don't know. I just woke up started reading the paper. Then she walked in like normal. I felt her looking at me for a few seconds before she said "hello", all downhill from there."

"How mad was she?"

"She kept telling me she wasn't."

"What'd you do?"

"Nothing, less of course Ennee had another accident. Damn dog's never been harder to train."

"I have an idea."

"What?"

"It's called PMS, you know girls their monthly thing, made living with Ginny and mum a living hell."

"I don't think so. And what's worse En likes her more than me siding with her."

"How long have you and Hermione been going out?"

Harry froze had they even talked about the answer. What was he supposed to say?

"Don't worry about it, but you better find out somehow before she skins you alive."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief before Ron continued.

"Anyway you probably haven't lived with her long enough yet."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Girls are scary. That's why I don't got a girl, too much trouble to be bothered with. After three months you'll probably be reconsidering the marriage."

Ron said with a smirk, "And I say three months only because it's Hermione. Anyone else it would take a bit longer to break you down."

"I would never do that to Hermione."

"Of course because you love her."

He nodded weakly while Ron paid a waitress for everything. He would blame it on the alcohol but he knew it was something else. Ron knew exactly how to get to him. Harry had never truly been ashamed of himself.

Even he knew with his limited experience in the love department that he should have been able to answer that question with a 'yes, no doubt in my mind'. However he came up empty and just nodded. That type of thing it didn't matter if it was Hermione or not. Whoever it was to be.

"Ready to go mate?"

Right now he just wanted to get everything out of his head. He no longer wanted to think about hypothetical 'what if's' and 'should be's'. This was how everything was now.

"Yeah, wanna go to the cinema to see a movie?" Harry asked his friend.

"What's is cinema? Movie? Ron said still dumbfounded.

Harry clapped a hand to his friends back showing him down the street headed in the direction of about two hours worth of entertainment.

A/N: Please, I would appreciate if you would tell me what you like. What you did like (kindly please ) and anything else that you would like to suggest

Alexzangel