I'm not going to lie, I did end up rushing this story, I was so keen for it in the beginning, when I started writing it weeks ago, but I soon found myself distracted and forced myself to finish it, so I could upload it today - I hope its not too horrible!

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Find Harry. Find Harry. Find Harry. It was like a mantra in her head. Find Harry. Hermione was too busy thinking about finding Harry she hadn't realized she had walked all the way up the castle and up to the 7th floor, she didn't remember saying the password to The Fat Lady's portrait, but here she was standing in Gryffindor common room. Find Harry, she thought, she felt like her brain was shutting down, but she saw him, sitting in a chair by the fire place, talking to Ginny Weasley.

"Hermione!" He shouted running up to her and pulling her into a hug. "Where on earth have you been?" he asked. Hermione could feel the tears leaking down her face, she heard Harry's voice change into one of concern, as he pulled her into a tighter hug, saying a chant of his own "You're okay 'Mione, you're okay". Hermione could only shake her head, her tears falling faster again, rendering her speechless. She handed him the two scrolls of parchment, which had never left her hands since she was given them.

Harry quickly scanned them both, and with a sigh reached into his pocket, pulling out another two pieces of parchment, very similar to her own. Harry held them out in front of him towards her. Wiping away her tears she looked at them, and instantly recognized what they were. Harry had his own contracts. One was hers, the other was Ginny's. Hermione raised her eyes to look at Ginny, but the tears obscured her vision, she could not see clearly, but Ginny did not look happy.

"I didn't know you were a Parkinson" Harry said awkwardly. Hermione couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped her.
"Neither did I, I don't want to be, I just want to forget it all" she replied "That's why I've been away" she began explaining, before her emotions got the better of her. She threw her arms around Harry, burrowing her head into the crook of his neck, "I can't do this Harry, what do I do?"

"Well, Hermione, it doesn't look like we have much of a choice. I'm not letting you anywhere near that bastard Malfoy" Harry said. "I was going to accept Ginny, but, she doesn't have the same conditions as us, she will be ok. We won't have to tell anyone about the contracts, or the Parkinson business, I promise" He continued changing from aggressive to soothing in the blink of an eye.

Hermione's mind was blown. "You'd do that for me?" she asked.
"What are friends for?" Harry responded with a cheeky grin "If not to protect each other from murderous assholes". The two laughed together for a few seconds, before Harry mentioned he needed to talk to Ginny. Taking Hermione's hand he led her over to the younger girl, and they retook the seat he had previously occupied.

Ginny looked furious.

"About the contract Gin, I know you think this is what you want, you think you want to be with me, but really, you're more like a sister to me than anything else. You'll be ok, but I need to marry Hermione." Harry began, trying to let Ginny down easily, it was no secret that she had been harboring a crush on Harry for many years.

"What do you mean you need to marry her? What about me?! What does she have that I don't?" Ginny yelled out, not caring about her volume and drawing a large amount of attention to the group. Ginny was furious. Harry and Hermione shared a look, this was not going to be easy, especially since Hermione didn't want anyone to know about her being a Parkinson, she needed to come to terms with it on her own before she allowed anyone else to know.

Harry gave a great sigh, and responded in a hushed tone "this isn't about what Hermione has that you don't, this is about what you have that Hermione doesn't"

"And what is that?" Ginny spat back viciously, the Weasley temper was strong with this one.

"A choice" Harry said, sneaking a glance at Hermione, he knew he was hitting a bit close to the contract, though if Ginny weren't so angry she could probably figure it out for herself, she should know that Harry didn't have much of a choice either.

"Everyone has a choice Potter. You've made yours, I hope you're happy" Ginny spat back before stomping off in the direction of her dormitory.

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Harry had felt bad at that moment, but in the following years he knew he had made the right choice. Hermione had always been his best friend, and who better to marry than your best friend?

They had been married for six wonderful years, spending the first year courting, and marrying just before Hermione's 18th birthday, her secret of being the Parkinson's eldest daughter spread like wild fire once Pansy found out, luckily no one had treated Hermione any different – well, no one important anyway. The Slytherins were suddenly all a lot nicer to her, Hermione knew it was only because they didn't know of the contract though, but she didn't care, they had made their choices long ago, and they had done too much for a hushed sorry and excuses to make a difference.

The couple now lived in the Potter Mansion, which had been disclosed to Harry once married, and they had many children together, joking they would out do the Weasley family, and they were getting close.

Lillian Jean Potter had been born shortly after their wedding, they had not been very careful during their courting stage.

With magic Hermione had healed very well, and a short 10 months later James Lupin Potter had been born.

Next came another baby boy, Sirius Dobby Potter, the couple had been unsure if it was really appropriate to name their child after their elf friend, but thought it would be an insult to his memory to simply name a pet after him.

Then came Luna Elsie Potter and Violet Nicole Potter, all children, bar the twins were born within a year of each other, Hermione only having approximately one month off between each child. They soon realized that having six children not of Hogwarts age was hard work, and Hermione finally relented on her no house-elf rule, as long as they were treated as Dobby was.

Life was good.