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A/N - Greetings all! I want to put out there my plans for this fic. This fic was originally all I planned on making and was supposed to be a two-shot of sorts. However, I'm still on the Emily-train and I don't think I'll be getting off anytime soon. So here's what I plan on doing.

I'm planning on doing smaller chapters/episodes of the daily lives of the Potter-Granger family and is going to be short chapters of "slice of life". Mainly the cuteness of Emily's life and the hilarious interactions between Harry and Hermione's building relationship. I have a lot of ideas for this fic but I'm having difficulty trying to weave everything together. I don't have a consistent upload schedule with school and work and all that but until this fic is labelled "complete", I'll be updating it. Thanks for showing interest in this fic and I hope I don't disappoint.

Oh and I increased the rating to a teen rating.

The Night

A week has passed at Potter Cottage and life has settled for its residents. It was a sunny afternoon as Emily sat in the library reading Hogwarts, A History with Crookshanks resting his head on her lap. This was her favourite spot. Surrounded by books with her new favourite feline napping in her lap. Her parents loved her and she had never been happier. She smiled as she recalled the first night at Potter Cottage.

Flashback

Emily was rustling in her sleep. Alone with her thoughts, she worried herself and was very afraid of upsetting her new parents and being sent back to the orphanage. She woke up in the middle of night and started to panic, her fears returning to her in full force. Tears crept onto her cheek as she scrambled to remember where she was. She thought being adopted was only a dream and that she was all alone again. Then she heard a knock on her door and was greatly relieved when her mummy's head peeked through the door with concern on her face.

"Emily sweetie is everything okay? Is something the matter?" Hermione asked as she walked over to her daughter's bed and scooted over to her side. She noticed the girl hugging her teddy bear and heard little sobs and hiccups. She started rubbing circles on the little girl's back to try and relax her.

"Is it real? Am I really your daughter and you're my mummy? It wasn't a dream?" asked Emily, trying to avoid looking at Hermione's face, afraid of being disappointed.

"Oh sweetie. Come here." Hermione opened her arms and took her daughter into her arms. "Of course it's real. I'm your mum and Harry is your dad." Emily climbed into her lap and cuddled close into her mum's warmth. She felt the arms wrap around her tighten as she relaxed. She revelled in the feeling of being in a mummy embrace. Her mummys's embrace. "I know there is a lot to get used to but we'll all work through this together as a family. We promise we won't let you go now that we have you."

"You'd best believe your mother Emily. She has never been wrong." Said a new voice.

The two ladies looked towards the door and were greeted by a smiling Harry. He went to check on Hermione who was gone quite a long time and stumbled on the most beautiful sight he had yet laid his eyes on. His beautiful bestfriend and daughter cuddling together. 'Screw titles and formalities. These ladies are family and no relationship title or parchment can tell me otherwise.' Harry walked over to his ladies and sat next to Hermione, Emily spreading evenly across the two.

"You know Emily, I was an orphan just like you." Harry then began to tell his story and how he grew up with the Dursleys and how he ended up saving the wizarding world. He told her how he didn't know what a family was until he met the Weasley's and Hermione. Hermione added her side of the story as well. Emily stayed up through all of it and was in awe that her parents went through the things that they did. She was grateful that these two chose her to be their daughter and further resolved to work hard to repay them the love they showed her. Before succumbing to her slumber with a smile on her face.

Harry didn't know how long they stayed cuddled in Emily's bed when he noticed that both Hermione and Emily fell asleep. Emily laying fast asleep on his chest gently snoring and Hermione to his left with her head resting on his shoulder and an arm protectively across Emily. He had arm around Hermione's waist and the other on top of Hermione's on Emily's back. He smiled at the peaceful sight and kissed both his girls on the forehead. When he did they both snuggled closer to him making his smile even brighter. He wandlessly conjured extra pillows and enlarged Emily's blanket to cover them all. He then heard the soft sleepy voice of Emily.

"Luhb you daddy. Luhb you mummy." She then snored clearly falling back asleep.

Harry softly laughed. "I love you too my dear, sweet dreams." He kissed Emily's forehead before he fell asleep himself.

End flashback

As Emily revelled in the memory, humming to herself as she stroked Crookshanks belly. The rest of the world was lost to her as she continued to read. Harry and Hermione were both remembering a different night. Harry was avoiding Hermione as much as he can. Memories of the previous night still fresh in his mind. Very fresh. Almost palpable. NO. Bad Harry. Hermione was revelling in her new found confidence and made it a point to try and tease Harry at every moment. Not that Harry minded Hermione's actions but Harry refused to act before he received her parents blessings. He was seen throughout the day with a permanent blush plastered across his face as memories of the previous night refused to stop playing on repeat.

Flashback

A few days after Emily became an official Potter, Harry and Hermione found themselves alone in the their bedroom. They had tucked Emily in an hour ago. She was fast asleep in her room where Crookshanks seemed to setup permanent shop. Granted, wherever Emily was Crookshanks was sure to be also. He seemed to have a soft spot for a bushy-haired bookworms.

Harry was at his desk reading over his lesson plans for the upcoming school year when Hermione came out of the ensuite bathroom. Harry glanced over and couldn't help but stare at what Hermione was wearing. Hermione was dressed in Harry's old quidditch uniform which was went down to her mid-thigh. The amount of leg and the way his jersey hugged her body made it painfully obvious to Harry's lower half that aside from the jersey, there wasn't much else. She wore her hair was propped up in a messy bun and her skin was glistening from her post-shower routine. Hermione clearly saw the effect she had on Harry and cheered in her mind on apparent success her subtle but not so subtle attempts to attract Harry. She smiled as Harry started to stammer gibberish as he tried to come up with coherent words.

"Harry," said Hermione as she shyly tried to bring back Harry's attention to her eyes. "What are you reading there?" She lent over Harry shoulder where he could feel Hermione's... upper situation resting on him. Harry mentally groaned and forced himself to appear unaffected.

"Oh you know," Harry squeaked as he tried to get his voice under control, "I was just trying to review my lesson plans for the next year. I still need to review the breast of my plans. I MEAN REST." Harry was mentally slamming his head onto his desk.

Hermione smirked as she reached around Harry. Harry's breath hitched as her arm slowly went lower and lower and was sorely disappointed when she picked up Harry's lesson plan and gave it a quick look. Harry was both frustrated and relieved for reasons his brain couldn't think of at the moment.

Hermione, with her confidence at new heights after seeing the effect she had on her long-time secret love, leaned over and whispered into Harry's ear, "well I'm off to bed. It's awfully cold tonight. I could use a little help trying to stay warm." She stifled a giggle as Harry sprinted to the bathroom. She wandlessly turned off the light made her way to her side of the bed and made herself comfy leaving just enough room for harry to fit beside her. A few minutes later a much relieved Harry got into bed beside her.

"'Mione?" Asked Harry in a quiet voice.

"Yes Harry? Is something the matter?" Asked Hermione an innocent look in her eyes.

"If you're cold, feel free to cuddle up close to me. I won't mind." Even the dark she could practically feel Harry's blush on his face.

She wordlessly snuggled up close to him and high-fived herself in her mind for a successful mission. She closed her eyes and stayed awake trying to savour the touch. She then heard Harry's whisper.

"I really hope you're asleep right now 'Mione." Whispered Harry as he stroked her back. Trying not to make any noise, she didn't answer. The next thing she heard made her mentally scream for joy.

"Sweet dreams 'Mione, I love you."

A/N - Well that's it for this 'episode'. Hopefully I didn't increase the rating too high. The next chapter should be up soon. The elder Grangers make an appearance! Well, until next time. RnR and thanks for reading!