Lull and storm

Harry sat on the couch with Hermione as the storm was reaching its peak. She had fallen asleep hours ago, reading a large book. He was being lulled to sleep by the sound of rain and the smell of her hair. His last thought was, 'My arm's asleep…'

Animal

Hermione brought him into the Owl Emporium after the war. She said that he needed a new "friend." He just went to make her happy, but he knew he would never find another owl like Hedwig. Then as he walked down the rows a light brown, medium sized British barn owl, with the same amber eyes Hedwig had. It looked at him as if to say, "What took you so long?"

"What do you think, Harry?" Hermione asked after he bought her.

Harry smiled, "She's perfect… Like you."

Children

"Children, Settle down, now. Settle down," Professor Granger said to her class of second years. "Sit down, and pay attention, Gerald; I'm not going to ask you again!" Once her class was settled, she was about to start when the door burst open.

"Hermione- I mean, Professor Granger, I need your help!" Harry Potter yelled as he skid to a halt in front of her.

"What is it, Ha- Professor Potter?"

"Sirius's trying to turn my hair pink…"

Hermione sighed.

We all float on

Harry hated the song "Float On" by Modest Mouse, but when Hermione sang it he grinned like it was his favorite.

Chess

Hermione would be great at chess. Or so Harry thought. He beat her three times in a row and she still insisted on playing. Harry sighed and told her that they could play again tomorrow. She pouted and Harry gave in to her pleas. They stayed up until 4:00 AM.

Duty

Some would say that she chose to stay with him when Ron left, but she knew that it was her duty to keep him alive. It was a duty to him and a duty to herself. She had to keep him alive; she loved him too much.

Rip

He sighed. He was bored sitting all alone in the common room. He pulled a spare piece of parchment out of his bag and started to fold it. It turned out to be a paper airplane. He threw it but enchanted it to fly around the room. He got bored with that too. He looked at the coffee table and smiled; Hermione's book was on the table open to a ripped page. Harry shook his head and muttered a soft, "Reparo…" She loved her books too much and would be sad to find a page ripped.

Missing time

Hermione sat on the couch waiting for Harry to finish getting ready for the Second Annual End-of-the-Wizarding-War-Ass-Kissing-Party as Harry had bitterly started to call it. She was annoyed that he was the one making them late, but she was also extremely glad that they were missing the opening ceremony. That was just taking time away from her life she could never get back.

Crest

Hermione sighed as she was forced to comment on the tattoo that Ron had gotten a few days ago. It was his family crest, and, hilariously enough, placed right in the middle of his chest.

"Well… It certainly looks… colorful… and big…" she supplies, rather unhelpfully.

Harry, who was standing behind her, burst out laughing just as she finished talking. "Ron! Ron-" Harry managed between fits of raucous laughter, "Why in Merlin's big bushy beard did you get a tattoo like that?"

Ron blushed and started muttering to himself, covering his new form of body art.

Later that night at their apartment, Harry asked, trying desperately to hold in his laughter "Should I get my family crest tattooed to my chest?"