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A.N.: Hello beautiful people! I don't have much time so this note won't be too long. As you asked, here's the second part of "Her Favourite Pair of Potters". This one is shorter than the firts part but I hope you like it too. Your reviews made my day. You're amazing!
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Luna.

Her Favourite Pair of Potters (part II)

To say that their week at Hogwarts had been an enjoyable experience was an understatement. After that first morning they spent together and the kiss that followed Harry's confession, Hermione's resistance had faded into nothing. As usual, she had been worried for James, but it wasn't too difficult to convince her that James would be more than happy if they got together.

Needless to say, they kept their new romantic relationship a secret from everybody for a while, not even James could know, although Minerva McGonagall's eyes told them that she suspected something had changed or was about to change between them.

Hermione, Harry and James had spent an amazing week together in the castle. They mostly spent the days doing whatever James wanted, which usually involved him and Harry flying and Hermione casting cushioning and sticking charms around them, trying to control her heart from stopping at the dangerous tricks her boys enjoyed to pull off. She had taken up the habit of thinking about them as her boys, something that made her flush every time the thought crossed her mind.

Harry and her had made use of the few minutes alone they had at nights after James fell asleep enjoying some pretty gratifying stolen kisses. They could hardly remember how they had managed remain alive for more than twenty years without the warm feeling of the other's lips.

But just like all good things in life, their week at Hogwarts came to an end. Harry had promised Hermione to change as many things as he had to change in order to be with her, and even though she loved him exactly for who he was, there were a few things that he had to arrange before they could finally be together. And the first one of them was his relationship with Ginny.

He had to wait for another week until Ginny came back home from playing the summer season of quidditch with the Holyhead Harpies and another two days until he finally managed to find a moment to talk to her. James was staying with Bill and Fleur at Shell Cottage for the weekend and Ginny finally seemed to have a free night to listen to what he had been trying to tell her for days.

This was not going to be easy, but the more Harry thought about it, the more convinced he was of his decision. Even if he had not discovered his romantic feelings for Hermione, the life he had with Ginny was not what he wanted for his son and himself.

"Gin, I need to talk to you" he told the mother of his son taking a seat in front of her at the table.

"Yes, just wait a minute. I'm giving this article the last touches. Witch Weekly is posting an article trying to guess where we are going on holidays this year. I think the public's favourite choice is Greece, we haven't been there yet. What do you think?"

"It's important, Ginny…"

"Of course it is" she told him without looking away from the piece of parchment "I'm worried because I don't know if the Prophet will be able to send a reporter's team to cover our trip to Greece. Rita suggested that it will be more interesting if we take a holiday alone. We'll have to leave James somewhere, maybe Bill and Fleur won't mind looking after him for a few days. He'll have Victorie to keep him entertained…"

"Ginny, there won't be a holiday this year" Harry interrupted annoyed by her ideas.

"Harry… don't be silly. We need the rest and our holidays always make a special annual number of Witch Weekly. We can't simply stay here this year"

"Could you stop worrying about those stupid magazines and pay attention to me for a moment?" he almost shouted at her.

"What… what is it?" she asked completely clueless.

"This is not working anymore Gin. I don't know why I didn't see it before, but I can't do this anymore."

"What do you mean, Harry? You're the Boy Who Lived, you're a celebrity. You are supposed to do this stuff, it's who you are"

"No. That's not who I am. I'm Harry, just Harry. And you've never been able to understand that. We're not working, I want to move out with James. It's over between us, Gin."

Those words seemed to catch Ginny's attention and she finally looked up to meet Harry's eyes.

"Harry, that's nonsense! How… why… no. I love you. You can't just leave me" she struggled with the words starting to feel an uncomfortable lump in her throat.

"Do you? Do you really love me, Ginny?" Harry asked, his tone deep and serious.

"What kind of stupid question is that?"

"I asked if you loved me. Me. The real me, not that rubbish about the Boy Who Lived that you fancy so much"

"But… what will the people think?" she mumbled with tears starting to pool her eyes.

"I don't bloody care about what the people think, Ginny!" he shouted, unable to keep calm "I care about my happiness. My son's happiness. Do you think it's easy for him to have a mother who barely takes time to come and see him a few times a week? When was the last time you put him to bed?"

"It… It's not my fault, Harry"

"Then whose is it?"

"It's because of her, isn't it?" Ginny asked with her voice shaking "A witch from the Prophet told me you were seen at Hogwarts with James last week, you went to visit her behind my back!"

"I didn't do anything behind your back. You never asked what we were doing, you never wrote. Not even to ask me about James"

"But she does, doesn't she?" the haired witch snapped "She's always writing to you, always trying to find a moment to turn you and my son against me!"

"For Merlin, Ginny! Listen to what you're saying! That's nonsense! Hermione would never try to do something that would hurt James and you know it!"

"You didn't answer, Harry. It is about her, isn't it? You're leaving me because of her!"

"I'm leaving you because we don't work, Gin" he said, trying to calm down to manage the situation like the adult he was.

"You love her… you always have" she muttered, a few tears starting to fall down her cheeks.

For a second, he didn't answer, but when his eyes met Ginny's again, the answer was crystal clear.

"I do" he said firmly and those two simple words were all that needed to be said.

Ginny felt the illusions of her entire life crumbling down and something broke inside her. Deep down, she had always known it.

An entire year went by before everything settled down. Harry and James moved to a new house and Hermione decided to teach at Hogwarts for that year just as she had planned giving McGonagall time to find someone to replace her and giving James and Harry time to get used to the life without Ginny. Hermione visited her boys every weekend and talked to them often. Her relationship with both Potter boys growing stronger and stronger with every passing day.

Finally, when the summer started, she left her room at Hogwarts and joined the boys in their new home. If she really wanted to build a family with Harry, she couldn't live in the castle, so she decided to quit job and move in with them.

James, of course, was delighted to have her living with them.

"We can practise magic everyday after lunch, and I can teach you to fly like daddy taught me! And you can tell me stories and teach me more magic and we can fly together, and you can hug me before going to bed every night and we can beat daddy at chess and… and… and…"

"James, breath" Harry laughed at his son's endless string of words.

"You're really staying with us forever?" James asked Hermione with the most beautiful sparkling green eyes she had ever seen.

Harry's eyes met hers for a second before she answered. Forever was a really big word, but she was sure that there was no other measure of time that would be enough to be with them. She could see in Harry's eyes that he agreed with her.

"Yes, I really am" she answered the kid, her own eyes shining with the joy of that statement, and James jumped into her arms to hug her as tightly as he could.

"See? I told you he'd love to have you here" Harry smiled at them "Almost as much as I do" he added with a wink and Hermione's grin got even wider.

"Not as much as I love to be here with you" she said.

"Welcome home, Hermione" Harry whispered in her ear before giving her a small kiss that was quickly interrupted by his very excited five year old son.

Hermione spent that first day at home following James around the house and listening to every single one of the great things the kid had planned for them to do now that she was living with them. Harry followed them too, delighted by his son's excitement and the great happiness that reflected on the face of the woman he loved.

"Ok, mate. Time to go to bed…" Harry told his son as Hermione closed a book of stories after reading the kid four tales.

"I don't want to go to bed. I want to hear another story" James said with a frown and he turned his face towards Hermione "Will you tell me another story, 'Mione?"

"I think your father is right, James" she told him softly "We can read another story tomorrow"

"But I'm not tired…" he tried to argue but a yawn betrayed him and he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand "I really don't want to go to bed"

"Come on, mate. Hermione can help you to change into your pyjamas if you want" Harry said picking him up.

At that, the kid's eyes twinkled and he looked at Hermione with a questioning look, she nodded in agreement and rose to her feet to join them.

As Harry said, Hermione helped James with his pyjamas while Harry got the bed ready for his son to jump in it. Finally, they both tucked him into bed and Harry kissed his forehead as a way of saying good night.

"Nighty night, daddy" James smiled and started to close his eyes.

"Say goodnight to Hermione, James" Harry told him softly and the kid's eyes suddenly snapped open.

"Why? Where is she going?" he asked confused.

"I'm just going to sleep, Jamie. I'll be here in the morning" she assured him.

"But you'll sleep with me. On my little bed. Daddy can make it bigger with his wand, he always does that when I want to sleep with him"

A small laugh left Harry's lips while Hermione chuckled.

"I… I won't sleep here with you, James" she tried to explain.

"But you're living here now, aren't you? You need a bed. We can share mine" he said innocently.

"That's very kind of you, Jamie. But I…"

"She's won't sleep with you, mate. You have your bed and she has hers" Harry said seeing that Hermione couldn't find the words to explain the situation to his son.

"But we don't have another bed, dad… Where will she sleep?"

Hermione flushed slightly at the boy's question and Harry held back a laugh.

"She'll sleep with me" Harry said as seriously as he could.

"Why you can share your bed with her and I can't? It's not fair" the boy complained and this time, Hermione laughed.

"Well… because…"

"You know… when people love each other like your dad and I do… they just… share their bed" Hermione tried to explain.

"But we love each other, don't we 'Mione?" he asked again.

"Yes, we do… but it's different"

"It's not!"

"Harry…" she whispered to him "Maybe just for tonight…"

"Listen James" Harry started again, getting his son's attention "She'll sleep with me, that's just how it is. I'm sorry, mate. You'll understand it when you're older"

"But… but…" he tried to keep arguing.

"Shh… Time to sleep, little boy" Hermione interrupted him "I'll show you a bird-conjuring charm tomorrow if you just relax and go to sleep"

"Really?" he asked, his eyelids starting to flutter closed again. After all, he really was tired.

"I promise" she smiled "Goodnight, James"

"Night, 'Mione" he breathed and closed his eyes.

"He really is the most beautiful kid in the world" Hermione smiled after a few minutes of silence.

Harry nodded in agreement while he stroke his son's wild dark hair. After all those years, he was finally happpy.

The first summer Harry, James and Hermione spent together as a family was filled with moments they would save in their hearts forever.

Getting used to each other had not been difficult at all and the young James was absolutely overjoyed to have Hermione living with them both.

One night, Harry and Hermione were both fast asleep curled around each other when James's screams woke them, the boy usually didn't have problems to sleep, but once in awhile he would have a nightmare. Those rare times, Harry ended up even more scared than the boy himself. Even after all those years, Harry still hadn't got over the fear of losing the people he loved to the war that had haunted him during his younger years.

"James!" Harry jumped out of the bed when he heard his son screaming and Hermione woke up immediately when she felt him leave her side.

"Harry..." Hermione cupped his face with her hands, the young wizard's eyes were clouded with fear and panic and only the calm look from Hermione's eyes was able to bring him back to reality "He's ok. It's just a nightmare."

"'Mione!" James's voice reached them through the hallway, it was obvious that he was crying.

"I'll get him, ok?" she whispered letting one hand fall to Harry's naked chest, just above his heart. Her touch started to calm him automatically.

"No, no... I'll go" he mumbled. There was nothing in the world he hated more than his son screaming. Apparently when you loved someone that much, there was no escaping from the irrational fear of losing them.

"As you wish" the witch smiled with her sleepy eyes and kissed his lips softly before laying back on the bed again "I'll wait for you" she said turning on the bedside light and picking up one of her books from the nightstand.

"You don't have to. Go back to sleep, Hermione"

"'Mione!" James shouted again.

"Go with him" she said opening her book "He seems scared. I'll be here when you come back"

Harry flashed a thankful smile at her before leaving the room and went straight to his son's bedroom. Hermione bit back a smile when she heard some of the words father and son exchanged in the bedroom next door and she was not surprised when Harry came back only two minutes after he left. He looked relieved and a bit surprised. Hermione had already deciphered what he was going to say before he spoke the words.

"He wants you" Harry told her and she smiled.

"Do you want to come with me?" she offered, her book forgotten on the nightstand again.

"He seems pretty convinced that he only wants you" he smiled this time. His son's relationship with Hermione kept surprising everyday.

"And you're ok with that?" Hermione asked again, not wanting him to feel bad about his son turning to her for comfort instead of his own father.

"'MIONE!" James called her even louder this time.

"Just go, it's ok" he assured her.

Once he spoke those words, Hermione practically vanished from the room. She had been using all of her self control to stop herself from invading Harry's space with James.

In less than a minute, Hermione was sitting on James's bed holding the sleepy green-eyed little boy against her chest. His eyes were red and puffy and he looked like he would fall back asleep in any minute.

"What happened, Jamie?" she whispered softly, stroking his messy black hair.

"It was a snake... I didn't want to tell daddy because he doesn't like snakes, 'Mione. I want to be brave like daddy..."

"You are brave, James" she told him without thinking "You're the bravest young boy I've ever seen, just like your father"

"You think so?"

"Of course, love"

Hermione felt James's smile against her skin and they fell silent after that, holding on to each other with nothing but the sound of their heartbeats echoing in the night.

"I can't sleep" James spoke again after a few minutes.

"I'll tell you what..." Hermione's eyes sparkled with a brilliant idea. "I'll conjure someone to protect you"

"You'd do that?"

"Of course" she smiled again and tucked him back into his bed with loving arms.

Once he was back under his blankets, Hermione gave him a goodnight kiss and concentrated on her happiest memory before whispering the incantation of a patronus charm. It wasn't the first time she had showed him the spell and James loved to play with the small otter that came from Hermione's wand.

"She'll protect you" Hermione promised him and James smiled watching the small otter as she found a comfortable spot next to him on the bed.

"Thank you, 'Mione" James whispered and only a few seconds after that his eyes fell closed again.

Hermione left James's bedroom closing the door behind her softly and walked back into her room to find Harry staring at the ceiling with a serious expression.

"A penny for your thoughts?" Hermione joked when she joined him on the bed.

"Is it too stupid to feel... uncomfortable about him turning to you instead of me when he's scared?" he asked her, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling.

"Harry Potter are you jealous?" she smiled playfully and couldn't hold back a small laugh when Harry's cheeks reddened.

"Don't you dare laughing at me!" he playfully threatened her finally turning towards her and trapping her by holding her wrist together against his naked chest.

"You don't scare me, Potter" she laughed again "And you don't have nothing to worry about... Your son loves you more than anyone in this planet. That's never going to change"

Harry smiled when he heard the truth in the woman's voice and released her wrists to wrap his arms around her properly.

"I love you" he whispered against her lips and Hermione's face lit up with the brightest of smiles before he kissed her.

Their kisses were so sweet and addictive that they were rarely able to let the other go once they had given up to the sweet pleasure of losing themselves in each other's body.

"I love you too" she whispered enjoying the soft string of kisses Harry was drawing down her jaw line.

And to Harry's ears, those words sounded like the most powerful of all spells.

"Wake up, wake up! It's time! Presents! It's time to see the presents!"

Harry woke up when he felt his son bouncing next to him in the bed and he buried his head in Hermione's bushy brown hair wishing to disappear within her brown tresses to get only five more minutes of sleep.

"Dad! 'Mione! Wake up!"

"Harry, wake up..." Hermione joined James this time.

"Five minutes" he mumbled against Hermione's neck and she laughed when his voice tickled her skin.

"Wake up daddy!" James insisted bouncing up and down next to his father on the bed.

Finally, Harry opened his eyes to meet Hermione's brown sleepy brown eyes.

"Morning" he whispered before giving her a soft good morning kiss on the lips.

"Merry christmas, Harry" Hermione smiled delighted with the cute sight of a very sleepy Harry Potter.

"You too..." Harry said and he opened his arms just in time to catch James "Merry christmas, mate"

A few minutes later, Harry and James were sitting on the floor with identical bright grins on their faces ripping open two big boxes. Hermione watched them with a wide smile, waiting patiently to see their faces when they finally saw their presents.

"WICKED!" said James as soon as he saw the content of his box.

Harry gasped and his eyes gleamed even brighter looking up at Hermione.

Two magnificent bright new broomsticks were waiting for them inside the boxes. The handles were back as the night sky and the words "Potter Firebolt" shone in silvery letters at the top of the them. The tails were made of deep blue streamlined birch twigs. James's broom was an exact copy of the original made especially for his size. Harry didn't even needed to touch the broomsticks to feel their energy, he hadn't know that Firebolt was woring on a new product but this prototypes seemed to be beyond anything he had ever dared to imagine.

The two Potter boys looked in awe at their gifts for a long moment before Hermione finally spoke.

"What do you think?" she asked smiling back at them.

Harry's answer was getting up from the floor and giving her a kiss that almost knocked her to the floor. James ran towards them and joined the hug jumping with excitement.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you 'Mione!"

"They are brilliant, Hermione! How did you get them?"

"I've been in contact with Firebolt for a while. They were originally meant to be ready for your birthday but the prototypes were not totally safe so I decided to wait until christmas…" she explained happy to see the joy on their faces.

Needless to say, Harry and James spent the entire day flying on their new broomsticks while Hermione watched them casting some cushioning and hot-air charms around them.

That night, after James finally fell asleep and Harry collapsed equally exhausted after an entire day of flying, Hermione cuddled next to the man she loved and enjoyed the sweet melody of Harry's heartbeat. With a deep sigh of happiness, she allowed herself to relax and fall asleep next to Harry.

Only one thought crossed her mind before her eyes closed:

Sharing her life with her favourite pair of Potters made her the happiest witch alive.