"Valentine's Desires"
By HeartofSummer
Genre: Harry and Hermione romance
Chapter 1
George Weasley was slowly stirring the pot.
The picture of him and a perfect replica grinned at him from in front of the desk.
As George put in the last pinkish and pepper like ingredient a thin line of smoke arose and formed a small heart. With a chuckle he filled a bottle with it and held it up high in the air.
"This is for you, Freddie boy" he announced to himself and the empty room
"Ronald, I can't believe you forgot Valentine's day – AGAIN!" Hermione Granger looked furious.
"Sorry," Ron said, holding up his hands in defense. "But I never thought you cared that much!"
"Of course I care!" Hermione shrieked, sounding offended. "It's a silly holiday, but how in Merlin's beard could you not notice every window in the Diagon Alley? Valentine's day is EVERYWHERE! Your children have been whining about it for weeks now!"
Ron shrugged his shoulders. He was used to his wife's outbursts by now. Knowing her for 25 years hadn't changed much, really. They still fought like cat and dog like in their first.
"It has been for so long now that I didn't really think when it would come" he said.
"When it would occur, Ronald." Hermione huffed, marking words.
"Fighting as usual?" The familiar voice made the couple turn around. Ginny waltzed towards them, looking dazzling as per usual. Her red hair shimmered in the morning sun – in fact her whole being did. Ginny Potter was gleaming from her blue eyes down to her last piece of expensive jewelry.
"Nah, just bickering, Gin."
Right behind the red headed woman Harry Potter himself emerged with his hands in his pockets. His hair was as usual a mess beyond help and the scar on his forehead was barely visible. His glasses caught a ray of light as he flashed his boyish grin towards his two best friends.
"Right Mione?" Hermione's face was immediately changed into a soft smile. Her fingers suddenly locked to her sides, as if to stop herself from throwing her arms around him.
"Gosh, Harry. Don't be such a Hermione!" Ginny grinned at her husband and gave her brother and his wife a hug each. Harry gave Ron a nod, knowing he didn't like hugs that much, and then saw Hermione shyly rise a hand.
"Hi stranger." Harry took a step closer and took her without a word into his arms.
"What, no hugs?" he mused to himself, a flushed, grown up Hermione pressed to his chest. Just like all those years before.
"I'm not 17 anymore, Harry. I don't go around hugging strange men on the street." Hermione argued as he let her go, but the sparkle in her eyes said otherwise.
Harry just winked at her.
"Strange? Who, me? I'm famous dear. And you're my number one fan, right?"
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"That's not true. I am your number one fan!" Ginny said smiling, trying to hide her annoyance. Still, after 19 years, the Harry and Hermione beyond platonic relationship hadn't changed either. "Your very own cheerleader", she said, stealing a kiss.
"True" Harry said, throwing an amused glance in Hermione's direction, making her chuckle.
Ron took her hand – a gesture that was only brought forward in company of Harry or his family. She smiled towards him and he turned to the other couple.
"So, anyone know what George wants with us?" Ginny and Harry broke apart.
"Probably some stupid experiment again!" the woman spat. Harry, used to her mood swings, laughed again.
"Probably. Shall we go?"