Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter and anything else that isn't mine. However, those characters and wizarding cities not belonging to JKR are mine so...yeah.

This story is post-Battle of Hogwarts, mostly canon except for what isn't ;-)

Harry gazed down at the little girl in his arms with her mother's eyes and father's hair. She was staring up at him, her face scrunched in concentration. That was clearly inherited from her mother as well. It was surreal, holding his daughter in his arms like this. He looked at the woman responsible. Hermione looked exhausted and all manners of unkempt after being in labor for 27 hours, but to Harry she looked beautiful. "She's perfect, Hermione. Thank you."

The tired 24 year old witch smiled at him and raised her arm toward him. He moved to the bed, sitting on the edge with their daughter. "Harry we did it together. Do I have to explain sex to you again?"

Harry chuckled, "No I think we're both rather accomplished in that field. Still, you put in the greatest effort. You carried her, you delivered her. I couldn't do either of those things."

"You took care of me though you dolt," she kissed his cheek, "you're a fantastic husband. You'll be a wonderful father."

"Dolt?"

"I'm not swearing in front of our daughter."

Harry looked at the little girl, "Well Serena? Can you understand us?" The baby just looked at him and he leaned against his wife, "If she has your intellect and my penchant for trouble we're screwed."

"The understatement of the century," she sighed. Harry smirked and settled against her. "Married, living in Brazil, you a quidditch player on Santa Lazaar's team and me a healer specializing in quidditch injuries…I wouldn't have expected this future six years ago."

"Me neither," Harry admitted, "but I don't regret any of it."

Hermione smiled and rested her head on his shoulder, "I'm so tired."

"Get some rest love, you deserve it," Harry kissed the top of her head, "I'll stay here with you."

"You don't have to Harry…"

"Wrong. You're my wife, my lover, the mother of my child. I am staying right here by your side."

"Have I mentioned I love you?"

"Not since you threatened to chop off my genitals," he smirked.

She blushed and he chuckled, getting up to put Serena down in the bassinet the nurses had brought into their private room. "I'm sorry Harry."

"You were in pain, you get to say whatever you want. I know you wouldn't actually do it," he laid their daughter down and made sure her blankets were secure before sitting down on the bed again and kissing her gently, "You need your rest love."

"You're staying in this bed with me. I can't sleep alone."

"I did ruin you," Harry lay down next to her and slid his arms around her. "I can't sleep alone either though," he admitted. "Sleep well my love."

"You too," she sighed, snuggling him as she fell asleep. Exhausted from the last 28 hours with no sleep, Harry joined her quickly.

Harry knew that he couldn't stop the word of the birth of Serena Ariadne Granger-Potter from getting back to England. He didn't particularly care to anyway. He and Hermione had left England after the Final Battle, physically and emotionally exhausted. They just couldn't deal with Ginny, who was such a fangirl it nearly bordered stalker behavior, and Ron, who seemed to think that if he wanted Hermione he got to have her, anymore. Harry felt it was either leave or he'd find himself killing Ron, who would not leave Hermione alone.

Once in Brazil they'd had physicals to ascertain the damage they needed to recover from from their hunt for the horcruxes. The healers had found traces of love potions in their bodies and were able to determine who they were keyed to. Harry couldn't think of a time he was more furious. Brazil's ministry of magic had thusly offered asylum to them and the two had accepted immediately.

After a cleanse of their bodies to remove any lingering effects and then nourishment potions to build them back up Harry and Hermione had gone their separate ways, sort of. Hermione decided to apprentice a master Healer and her apprenticeship included lodging provided by her master. Harry had hit it off with the Minister of Magic's son, Diego, and tried out for the quidditch team he played for. Harry's seeker skills were still strong and to his delight Hermione never missed a single match. For Harry it was refreshing to be famous for a different reason but more importantly, it felt good having Hermione there to cheer for him.

It had been just over a year since their arrival in Brazil when Diego asked Harry if he'd mind if Diego asked Hermione out. Harry had found himself speechless, then rather angry at the thought of Hermione being with anyone other than him. The next day Harry had gone to the clinic Hermione was apprenticing at and asked her out on a date. She'd given him a radiant smile as she said yes, leaving Harry feeling as though he was walking on cloud nine.

Eight months from their first date the couple moved in together, much to Diego's smirk. When Hermione received her mastery in Healing four years after they first arrived in Brazil Harry proposed. They married seven months later.

It was after their honeymoon, spent in Chile, that they'd found a copy of the Daily Prophet from Hermione's former master's trip to Europe. It was an article featuring the two of them with more love potion rumors similar to the ones in their fourth year at Hogwarts. They had talked about it and agreed that they didn't care. They were happy, they were in love, and they never planned to return to England.

He gazed at Hermione rocking their three month old daughter to sleep. "I don't think I could be much happier than this," he said softly.

Hermione looked up at him, "I'll be in in a minute. She's almost asleep."

"I'm in no hurry," he walked over and kissed her gently, "I love you."

"I love you too," she smiled at him and stood from the rocking chair, laying Serena in her crib before crossing to the doorway where Harry had returned to. "Put up the wards."

As soon as he was finished Hermione led him into their bedroom. Harry finally recognized the nightgown she had on under her dressing gown. It was short, silk, dark red, and highlighted her body. It was one of his favorites and he smiled at the realization that Hermione was no doubt planning an evening for the two of them. Whereas many of his teammates, male or female, let their romance slide after having kids Harry and Hermione seemed to be closer than ever.

"What are you thinking about, my love?" Hermione asked as she slid out of the robe.

He slid out of his t-shirt, leaving him in his boxers, and pulled Hermione to him, "How everyone we know with kids has less romance in their lives and we seemingly have more since Serena came."

She slid her arms around his neck, "That's true, I suppose. But we've been through war together, Harry. Our bond is so much tighter than anyone else's. We know what it's like to almost lose one another. We might have taken a bit to get together, what with the love potions and all, but that's just another reason why we're so close to one another. And honestly I rather enjoy the sex."

Harry grinned and pulled her flush against him, "That makes two of us," he dipped his head and caught her mouth, Hermione's arms tightening around his neck as they kissed.

When they parted for breath she spoke, "Harry that's a horrible line."

A blushing Harry responded, "I've never been particularly good with words. I had to rehearse that proposal like thirty times in front of the mirror."

"I would have said yes no matter what."

"I knew that but you know me…I want you to have the best."

She smiled and pulled him into a hug, "Harry, I did get the best. I got you. I know you don't think so, sir, but you're quite the catch." He blushed and she kissed him softly before adding, "and if you don't believe me tell me what you're doing at the end of the quidditch season."

"Retiring to spend as much time as I can with my family," he answered, confused.

"And can you think of a single boy in Hogwarts who would do that after having such a successful quidditch career at the mere age of twenty four?"

Harry's eyes shifted back and forth as he thought about it. "No," he finally answered.

Hermione ran her hands over his chest, "That's why you're a perfect husband and father. Don't ever think otherwise, love."

A sated and sleepy Harry snuggled into his wife. "For the record you're a perfect wife and mother," he mumbled, "but you'll always be the very best friend I have and will ever have."

Hermione smiled and kissed him gently, "That's incredibly sweet, love, but you're not getting out of first wakeup with Serena."

"Thought I'd give it a shot," he chuckled.

"Better luck next time." Hermione kissed his cheek, "Good night handsome."

"Good night gorgeous."