Don't own anything, all goes to the amazing J.K Rowling. This may be a one- shot, depending on reviews. Harry married Hermione 2 years after the final battle, Ron married Lavender, had a messy divorce. Read and Review, no flames, I never claimed to be good (:
Harry spun to face the figure that had just entered the room. A smile tickled at his lips when he saw who it was, and he started towards her.
'You're back…' he whispered, stepping into Hermione's embrace.
'I was only gone 20 minutes, Harry' She smiled, pulling away.
'Well…it felt like forever,'
Hermione chuckled and moved to set down the shopping on the counter
'So obviously, you missed me?' she called from across the room.
'I always do…' Harry smiled, crossing the room and hugging the slender from behind. She leaned into him.
'I really wish you wouldn't do that'
'Do what?' Harry asked, confused.
'Make me want you, when I really don't have time'
Harry laughed openly then, and kissed her. Since the day he married her 3 years ago, Harry Potter had not been able to get Hermione Granger off his mind – not even for a second. There was no way he could ever live without her.
Hermione shifted away, and headed for the bedroom. Harry smiled and ran after her – his mind going crazy. He was disappointed to find her in his closet.
'What are you doing love?' he queried, sitting cross legged on the bed.
'I am picking an outfit for you,' she said, only to get a blank look from her husband. 'You've completely forgotten haven't you, Harry?'
Harry bit his lip and thought back through all his recent conversations. There was something…something was happening. He had that down packed. But…nope, nothing. Time for some improvisation.
'Of course I do!'
Hermione rolled her eyes. 'Right, well have you got the present then?'
'Uh..yeh…well…I thought that… i didn't know what to get so..' Harry stuttered
'Just admit you're clueless, love.'
'Right, clueless'
'It's Ronald's birthday, Harry,' she said, matter-of-factly.
'I knew that.'
'Sure, now I want you to wear this please' Hermione said, spinning around to reveal a dark pinstripe suit. Harry sighed. Ron had this thing, nobody could ever look better than him. It started just after he divorced Lavender, about a year and a half ago. People had learned to just let him go, whatever kept him sane.
'Its nice,' he muttered, moving to take it from her.
'We leave in an hour, please be ready,' She pleaded, stretching to kiss him gently before leaving to get ready herself.
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