Harry Potter

"Good morning minister," my assistant Gabby said as I walked into my office at the Ministry of Magic. "Here's your mail. There's a letter in there that looks personal. It was dropped off by owl a few minutes ago. You have a meeting with Ms. Lovegood this morning at nine before she leaves for London on a personal matter."

I had only been the minister of magic a little over a year now. It was a very taxing job and I really needed a vacation. Even though times had been peaceful since the war, being the minister of magic kept me very busy. So busy I didn't have time to think about how much I had messed up my personal life over the last twenty years.

"So I expect her around ten then?" I smiled.

Luna was always late. She had no since of time. Luna was still the kind of person who beat to her own drum, I thought to myself as I thanked Gabby and headed to my office. I at down at the desk and tossed the mail on it. I assumed Luna was going to London to see Hermione. I had known where Hermione was for a while now. I didn't contact her because I assumed she didn't want to be found. Not by me at least after the way I treated her the last time I saw her.

It was then that I glanced down at the letter on my desk. It was on the top of the pile and I noticed the address was in London. I picked it up and turned it over a few times in my hand. Could it be from Hermione? It didn't look like her handwriting, so I didn't think that was a possibility. My curiosity got the better of me and I opened it quickly before I lost my nerve.

Mr. Harry Potter,

You don't know me, but my name is Beatrix Granger. You know my mother Hermione well the summer before I was born. I have reason to believe you may be my father. Mother spoke of you fondly in her journal I found. I would like to invite you to my wedding and have enclosed an invitation for you. Please come.

I look forward to meeting you,

Beatrix

never knew about. I wondered why Hermione had never told me? Surely Ginny and Luna knew, and they had never said a word to me. I knew they made trips to London a lot. When I found out about were Hermione was I never came across a daughter.

I looked at the wedding invitation and I was even more shocked. I had this same invitation somewhere. I looked in the drawer in my desk and I found the other purple envelope and pulled it out. Teddy had given it me a few weeks ago and aske d me to come to his wedding. This was the same Bea he was always talking about. The same one he went to London to visit last Christmas. Looked like I was getting that vacation after all. I was going to meet my daughter and see her marry my godson. What a small world, uh?

I thought about the last time I saw Hermione. I was probably the last person she was the last person she wanted to see. She had walked out that morning without letting me explain. It had been something I regretted to this day. The day before had started out pretty good….

Twenty years ago…

The knock on the door of my flat surprised me. I wasn't expecting anyone. I got up to answer it and found Hermione standing on my doorstep. It had been a few weeks since I had seen her. She had said she was dealing with some personal stuff when I asked her, so I didn't pry. I knew she would tell me when she was ready. I should have known she'd show up though. She never forgot my birthday and it was tomorrow.

Neither of us said anything I stepped aside to let her in. We had been super close before the war and had been headed towards a relationship. But that all ended the night I saw her with George. She didn't know I saw her and I never spoke of it because it hurt to even think about it. Normally she came to talk but tonight I could since something had changed about her. she didn't even seem like the same person.

She walked into my open arms and I hugged her tight. She knew she could come to me and I never asked any question. I let her talk the led and talk when she was ready. I didn't know what had her so upset, but I knew it was something bad when I heard her sob. We stood in the doorway and I hugged her while she cried for what seemed like hours.

Eventually we ended up on the couch, and I watched her as she pulled her legs up and hugged her knees. She looked at me her eyes still wet with tears. I wanted to beat up whoever had made her feel this way. I had no idea who it was, but something told me a guy was involved.

"I didn't mean to do it," she paused. "He was just standing there in his towel and he looked so sexy…"

She trailed off and I waited for her to finish. I knew she had gone to the Quidditch game with Ginny, so I tried to think who she was talking about. I tried to remember who was playing at the match the had gone to see. Then I realized Bulgaria had been playing so had to be talking about Krum. I had never told her he had asked about her at Bill and Fleur's wedding. I didn't think it was important to her.

"Then yesterday I met George ay Three Broomsticks and we were drunk…." She had that regret look in her eyes. "Can I stay here tonight?"

"Of course," I responded. She knew she was welcome anytime.

I followed her up the stairs and left her at the door to the guest room. I headed down the hallway to my own room and closed the door. I leaned against the door and sighed. I had something important I needed to tell her, and she was in no mood to hear what I had to say. Why was I so afraid to tell her? she was my best friend. She would be happy for me, right? I jumped when I heard the knock on the door and opened it.

"I don't want to sleep alone," Hermione said.

I didn't think about it and I just stepped aside to let her in like had at the front door. She only wearing a shirt and her knickers as she claimed into my bed. We had shared a bed before many times, but I hesitated tonight because something weird seemed up with her. I couldn't put my finger on it. I walked over, striped to my boxers, and got in the bed beside her. She snuggled up to me and put her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and smelled her hair.

She had often crawled into my bed in the middle of the night when she was scared during the times we were hunting horcruxes. This seemed so familiar and safe, but wrong at the same time. I pushed her hair out of her face with my other hand. Even though I knew it was the wrong thing to do I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to kiss away all the pain she felt now. Then as if she could ride my mind she leaned upon her elbow and kissed me.

After that I didn't think about my actions, I just went on what I was feeling. She seemed responsive as I pushed her on her back, so I was on top of her. as we kissed I slid my hand up her shirt and she bucked against me when I touched her breast. I sat up to pull off her knickers and she sat up too. I watched as she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it. Her knickers and my boxers soon followed the shirt somewhere in the room.

The next morning I woke up and she wasn't in the bed. I got up and went my dresser in search of a pair of shorts. I pulled them on and headed down stairs. I found her in the kitchen smiling as she made pancakes. Hermione was never much of a cook. That was always my job when we were together. But it was cute to see her trying. I wasn't sure I could do this playing house thing with her. As bad as it sounded I had other responsibilities and as much as I wanted this I knew I couldn't have it.

I decided I would play along for a little while longer and as soon as she turned off the burner on the stove I went over to her and pushed her up against the counter. I kissed her slowly on the lips and she nipped my lip with her teeth. She smiled at me and bit her lip when I pulled away. She looked so pretty standing in my kitchen in one of my t-shirts and her knickers.

"Harry, I have something to tell you," she began.

I maintained eye contact and waited for her to finish.

"I love you and I want you move away with me," she said really fast.

That was when I heard someone clearly their throat in the doorway of the kitchen. We both turned to look and see who was there. I took a deep breath and blow out air when I saw her. She looked mad and I didn't blame her. I wasn't this person and I had done something last night I swore I'd never do.

"Well he doesn't love you. He loves me and that's why he asked me to marry him."

Hermione turned to look at me with hurt in her eyes and pushed me away. I let her walk away. A few minute later I heard the front door shut. And that was the last time I saw Hermione Granger.

Present day…

Instead of leaving me because I was a cheater, Cho Chang had married me anyway. Twenty years and two kids later we were divorced because she had fallen in love with someone else and I was no longer good enough for her.

I got up from my desk and went out to Gabby's desk. "Gabby cancel all my meetings for the next week. I have business in London that needs my attention.

A/N: I'm sorry I just couldn't right a good love scene for them. But here is how she was with Harry. He had to marry someone, and Cho seemed like a good choice. Don't hate me for it. You also now know who Beatrix's fiancée is. What do you think about that? Don't forget to vote on the poll its still up on my page. Who will Hermione end up with? The choice is yours.