Chapter 6:

"This wasn't just a ploy to get me alone to kill me was it?" Harry asked.

Daniel laughed. "Excellent idea but no. My li'l princess has her heart set on you and I'm not going to break her heart."

At the club Daniel paid for Harry's day membership and said, "If you like playing, I'll get you and Hermione memberships for your wedding. She likes playing the front nine."

"Front nine?"

"Golf has eighteen holes. The front and back nines. Most people play the front, have lunch or drinks, then play the back nine. Or vice-versa. I usually start on hole five, play to thirteen, then play the rest of the holes after a nice lunch."

In the pro shop, the working pro helped fit Harry with some rental clubs then the two hired a cart to go out to the fifth hole.

"How's the therapy going?"

"She makes me talk. A lot. I don't like it much. We found out she is a relative, distant and not by blood since she's married obviously. That makes it a bit easier."

"Still, I know your home life and your school life. It's necessary."

Harry nodded. Then decided perhaps Daniel was a better choice because he cared for Hermione more than his therapist did. "I'm afraid I'm always going to be the weapon Dumbledore had to forge."

Daniel nodded. "Perhaps becoming an Auror isn't the best idea."

"I actually discussed it with Shacklebolt a few days ago. I'm going to do the Auror training but I won't be a field Auror. I'll be a trainer."

"Sounds like a good idea: Poppet said you really are a good teacher."

He was showing Harry how to set the tee when he remembered the quote. " 'And they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks.' You don't always have to be the sword, you can be the plowshare." Then he explained what it meant and Harry nodded thoughtfully.

"On the days I'm depressed all I want to do is get back into the fight, looking for the last of the Death Eaters. When I was overdosing on Cheering Charms and there might've been a Death Eater after us, I didn't care. I just wanted to finish Hermione's mission and get home."

Daniel nodded then took a few practice swings and watched Harry's practice swings, suggesting a better stance and more effective grip.

They were eating their late lunch—Daniel was at 43 and Harry was at 77—when the maitre 'd brought over a phone. "Mrs Granger, sir."

"Dear? Really? Okay. Okay, we'll stop off for a half and some curry or something. I know he's still too young to buy but he's of age to drink," he reminded his wife. Harry grinned and nodded. "Okay, drive safe." He handed it back. "Thank you Mickey." He turned back to Harry. "They're going to a bridal show. I really hope they're not going to make it more elaborate. Wedding at 0830, Brunch from 0900 to 1030. Who's your best man?"

"Umm. He's dead. I guess Charlie? He's the closest non-female Weasley that didn't lose his twin brother. I better send him an owl. Or you could?"

"I'm giving my poppet away."

"Oh, right. Charlie it is then."

Daniel smiled. "Can you drink?"

Harry nodded. "Not on anything."

Daniel asked for three fingers of his favorite Glenfiddich for both of them then smiled as Harry took a sip and coughed. "Smooth yes?"

"I guess?"

Daniel laughed. "Maybe a class on liquors instead of a golf membership."

Once they finished the back nine—Daniel finished out with 101, a bad game for him, while Harry hit 203—they headed back to the Grangers, stopping off for a half and doner kebabs like Daniel said they would then returned home. "Oh, it's finally going up on the market."

Harry looked where Daniel was and saw a home across the street and and few houses down had a for sale sign. "We almost bought that one but decided a three bedroom would be enough."

He hesitated then asked, "Do-do you think Hermione would like to live there? I know it's kind of far from the campus but we have ways around that."

Daniel smiled. "You really think you'll need six bedrooms? And it was half a million when we were shopping, probably closer to eight hundred thousand now."

"I guess 12 Grimmauld Place is a better choice for us but it's gonna be difficult to make it so you can visit."

"Oh?" he asked as they walked inside. He opened a cabinet and took out two bottles of ale and handed one to Harry. "How come?"

"Many, many wards to make sure you magicless types can't see it. So we're not bothered by plebeians," he teased.

"Nice choice of words but you will pay for it," Daniel said, grinning.

"Hey, we categorize the queen as one of you."

He laughed and turned on the television. "Excellent, the Arsenal game."

Harry debated between a nap and watching the game and decided to watch the game. He wanted to be awake when Hermione got back.

As soon as the front door opened, Hermione charged across the room and dropped in Harry's lap. "We saw the most beautiful dresses! But I really like the outfit I already selected. But maybe, if we do your one plan then maybe I can get a stupidly expensive dress that I'll never wear again?"

"One of your daughters might wear it," Daniel said. "And please get off his lap. I've accepted you're marrying this ragamuffin and share a bed but I'm still not comfortable with the PDA."

Hermione ignored her father and kissed Harry. "Did you have fun with daddy?"

"Yes. I like 40 year old Glenfiddich. And doner kebabs."

"I thought you went golfing?" she turned to ask her father.

"We stopped for the kebabs for dinner."

Emma came in holding bags of chinese food. "You already ate?" she asked.

"I can still eat," Harry admitted and Daniel nodded.

"We just had one with a half a couple hours ago."

They all settled around the dining table and Hermione grinned at her father evilly as she fed Harry some orange chicken then kissed him.

Harry was awoken by 110lbs of sex on his stomach and rocking her hips. "Morning," she said sweetly.

"Morning."

"Happy birthday. What do you want?"

"To be inside you!"

"And I want to wait until we're married," she reminded him.

He pouted then smiled as there was a knock on the door and her mother's voice said, "Wake up, breakfast is ready."

"I get my breakfast first," Hermione told him began kissing him, slowly kissing his chin and working his way down to his collarbone, chuckling as he gasped in pleasure as she nipped at his clavicle then kissed down to his nipples, lovingly nipping and licking them.

Harry gasped as she pulled on his nipple with her teeth and groaned, "Merlin yes!"

"You like that?" she teased, doing it to the other nipple.

"Hermi—OH!" Her mother slammed the door shut and both teenagers looked at the door.

"You didn't lock it?" Harry whispered.

"I thought I did!"

Hermione grabbed her wand and pointed it at the door then started to kiss his chest again. He pushed her back. "I can't. I keep seeing your mother instead of you."

She sighed and sat up, pulling his shirt on. "You said my mom was pretty."

"I said gorgeous but I can't."

They went to the dining room and found a massive breakfast waiting for Harry and Hermione and Emma and Daniel laughing.

"Happy birthday," Emma muttered. "At least now we're even."

Owls began to arrive as Hermione muttered that she had walked in on her parents one morning at their office just a few days before she left for Hogwarts.

The two ate, somewhat nervously as Emma piled up the presents, making a list of the senders with space for what item was sent so Harry could write thank you notes.

"So that's where you get that from?" Harry teased them both and Daniel laughed.

Hermione smacked him. "Open my present!"

He did so and picked up the pocket watch, admiring the engravings. "It's beautiful," he told her. "And perfect. I don't really like wearing a watch. I always put the one the Weasleys gave me in my pocket and it ends up falling out half the time. Surprised I still have it."

She attached it to a belt loop on his trousers and he clicked it open and closed a few times before putting it in his pocket and kissing her.

Harry opened numerous other presents: golf clubs from Daniel and Emma, a book on his family from the Molly and Arthur—one Hermione didn't actually own which delighted her, a gift certificate from Fred and Ginny for the twin's shop, and a number of other fun or useful items for his last year of school including a beautiful hunting knife from Hagrid, its handle carved from thestral bone with a note reminding him it wasn't allowed at Hogwarts. Daniel offered to put it in their safety deposit box.

Harry took the largest package from Hermione and saw it was from Charlie.

He opened the letter first and the older Weasley son said he'd be happy to be Harry's best man then wrote his gift was from his first task.

Harry opened the box and saw leather. Lots of leather. He took out a long leather robe and then noticed the note on the lid. The dragon you faced passed away after a fight between it and a Chinese Fireball. We thought you deserved its leathers the most. They'll protect you well. A list of enchantments on the items followed.

He tried the jacket on and Hermione whispered, "I've never been pro-leather until now."

She looked at the other items in the box. Three pairs of leather trousers, a wallet, a chequebook, enough leftover leather to make a sheath for the knife and a few other items, and a pair of boots.

"The dragon you faced?" Daniel asked.

Hermione rushed to her room and reappeared with the pictures from their fourth year. A number of the photos showed Harry evading and out flying the dragon and grabbing the egg.

"You were fourteen and faced a dragon?!" Emma gasped.

"He mastered that," Hermione said proudly. "I was so terrified. He shouldn't have been in the tournament, a Death Eater entered him. But he did so incredibly well."

Harry shrugged. "Cedric still died. Not that well."

"Not. Your. Fault!" she reminded him, poking him in the chest. "And you avenged him. Thoroughly. And you brought him home for his parents."

"And once again I'm terrified of you going back," Emma said.

"Mum, we ended a war," Hermione reminded her. "Any Death Eaters left on the run are doing just that, running. We're both fairly well protected and pretty capable of defending ourselves."

Emma nodded. "I know. But still."

"Mum."

She nodded and smiled as Hermione hugged her.

"Let's go for a walk," Hermione said, grabbing Harry's hand. "Wear the boots."

Harry pulled them on hesitantly and they formed to his feet perfectly, buckling tightly so they supported his ankles properly.

They took a long walk that meandered through the neighborhood and Hermione introduced Harry to a handful of her neighbors and they were congratulated most of the morning for their engagement with only two people suggesting they were too young.

When they walked by the house, Harry stopped. There was an open-house for people to tour it. "Do you want to go?" he asked.

"I guess. It's a pretty house. Mum wanted it but it was too much for them."

"It's not too much for us," he told her.

She looked at him, shocked. "Harry, you have a house we can live in."

"A house. Not a home. Maybe this could be our home. Right across from our kid's grandparents' place. Even with all the work in the world 12 Grimmauld Place might never be truly livable to me. Too many bad memories."

Her eyes shined as she gripped his hand tighter and they walked in. "It could use a refurb," Hermione said as they looked around. "The wine cellar would make for a really good potions room."

"We could knock down a wall and make the library bigger," he told her and she grinned. "We don't really need a home theater."

"We could integrate them together," she decided. "I've been working on an idea about magic and technology. Be nice to test it out."

They continued looking around and Hermione turned a circle in the master bedroom then looked in the bathroom.

"The tub is almost big enough," she muttered.

"As much as I would like to have a prefect's bathroom of my own," Harry told her, "be a bit difficult to live mostly muggle with one."

She laughed at that.

They left the room and smiled at another couple looking at the house.

"Here would be a good spot for a nursery," Hermione said then blushed.

"Hermione Granger, not even done at school, is already thinking babies?" he teased.

She hit him. "I'm only thinking them because I know how much you desire a family and I want it to be with me!"

He looked down at her stomach and imagined it looking like the woman that had just passed them.

"Yes, very much with you."

She hugged him.

"So should we have the place examined?" he asked, thinking that was the right thing to do before making an offer.

"Can we really afford it?" she asked, picking up the flyer on the kitchen's island. "They want almost nine hundred thousand."

He shrugged. "It's less than two hundred thousand for us. I'm sure 12 Grimmauld Place would sell for that at least if need be."

"Are you sure you want to sell it?" she asked as they left the place.

"Sirius was ready to tear it down, brick by brick. We can move everything out and—oh, Kreacher," he muttered as she walked into her parent's house before him.

Kreacher appeared as he closed the door and Emma screamed again. Harry and Hermione laughed as she yelled at them.

"Kreacher, I'm thinking about selling 12 Grimmauld Place. We were looking at a new-"

Before he could answer, Kreacher took the flyer, looked it over, disapparated again—making Emma scream once more, then reapparated eliciting another scream from the woman.

"Kreacher can make Black home look like this!"

He disappeared and Emma came out, glaring at them. "STOP THAT!"

Kreacher appeared again and said, "Kreacher apologizes miss muggleborn's mum."

Harry and Hermione were laughing too hard to say anything as he disapparated once more.

Harry shook Doctor Potter's hand and said, "See you in three weeks."

She gave him a quick hug then headed towards Pomfrey's office while Harry headed down to leave the school.

In Hogsmeade he apparated into the backyard of the Granger home and opened the backdoor to find Hermione making breakfast. He walked up behind her and kissed her behind the ear. "Hey sexy."

"Better mood than you were earlier," she moaned as he pulled her tighter to him.

"Before I was leaving you, now I'm back. When will your parents be back?"

"Not for hours."

"How about hitting all that with a stasis charm?"

She grinned and grabbed her wand from her sleeve.

They were undressing each other when the phone rang. Hermione almost screamed in frustration and went to get it.

"Mum and Dad want us to pack. They got tickets for four to Tokyo for a deal! We're going for three weeks. We leave tonight at midnight."

"Umm, we're gonna need more muggle money."

She nodded. "Okay, I'll go get the money, you put everything you think I'll want on the bed, that way I should have less packing to do."

He nodded and they kissed before she disapparated.

Harry grinned and dumped all her lingerie, shortest skirts, tightest sweaters, the shoes he found most attractive, and tightest dresses on the bed and decided he was done. He did his own packing—the clothes the Grangers made him buy and a few small items that muggles wouldn't wonder about—then took out his wands and disillusioned both of them.

When Hermione returned she laughed at his clothing choices. "Deviant!"

She sorted out a few items and moved almost half the lingerie back to her school chest then waved her wand and her bags packed flawlessly.

"it's a shame your mum is so anti-apparition. We could just apparate or take a portkey."

"We'd get in trouble if we made portkeys," she reminded him.

"I'd ask my house-elf to make it."

"Harry!"

"Hermione!"

He pulled her into a hug and used kisses to quiet her protest. "I'm just kidding."

Daniel looked at his golf clubs and sighed. "I don't wanna pay to bring them."

They disappeared and he blinked. "Huh?" He spun and saw Harry holding a keychain sized set of clubs. He wound a bit of string around the clubs and then around the bag itself. "There ya go."

"It's a shame Poppet couldn't do that as a child. Would've been so useful on hols."

Harry chuckled and handed over the clubs.

"You think you could make my driver about eleven grams heavier?"

"Probably not but Hermione could pretty easily."

Daniel nodded. "How many bags do you have?"

"We both just have carry-on. We shrunk down the rest of our stuff. 'Mi will do the same to yours so we all just have carry-on."

He sighed theatrically. "And you're taking away my little witch!"

Harry smirked and continued on to Hermione's bedroom.

He found her setting her four monogrammed bags into her backpack's top compartment. "I did yours already, sweetie," she murmured as he hugged her from behind.

"Thanks. What book are you reading on the plane?"

"New book I just got." She held it up and Harry narrowed his eyes. The Rise, Fall, and Ascendance of Harry James Potter.

"Hermione Jean Granger!"

"You forgot Potter," she teased.

"That's really a book?" he sighed.

"No." She took off the dust cover and saw she had a book on the various tourist spots of Japan.

He rolled his eyes and turned around.

Hermione grabbed him from behind, hugging him tightly. "Where are you going?"

"I need to Apparate to the Ministry and pick up our visas and my passport."

"Oh."

He kissed her forehead and squeezed her breast then apparated away.

Daniel knocked on her door and pushed it open a moment later. "Harry left?"

"Had to go pick up our visas and his passport?"

"Oh, right. How come your Ministry was so eager to help us circumvent the law?"

"Harry's a—well, we're both heroes. They want to reward him and this is one way to do so that Harry's willing to accept. I'm still trying to get him to accept his Order of Merlin and his appointment to the Wizengamot."

"That's what?"

"The witches and wizards who dispense justice in our court of law."

Daniel nodded and sat down at her desk, looking around her room, trying to ignore the filmy bit of satin that was half-under the young woman's bed. "So how're you going to get to school if you two are living here?"

"There's a safe apparition point on campus and one in a parking lot near your office."

"Why doesn't he want to accept the Order? Isn't it like a knighthood?"

"Kind of. He just doesn't want more people fawning over him."

Daniel nodded then stood. "I like how you two interact. You don't get all bookwormy. I expected you to spend all your time studying. Instead, you're acting like a teenager should. Of course, your mum and I still expect you at the top of your class."

She giggled as he kissed the top of her head then pretended to spit out her bushy hair. "Paah!"

"Daddy!"

Harry growled as he stepped off the plane. Some silly bint had spent the first quarter of the flight trying to chat him up. He had tried to explain he was taken but she hadn't accepted he was seeing someone since he was sitting separately from Hermione who was also sitting separately from her parents.

Finally he had given up and grasped his hand around his arm where his wand was and moved his arm then whispered, "Stupefy." She passed out and Harry tilted her towards the window. "Stupid muggle bitch," he breathed.

When they left the plane, Hermione took his hand and they went through customs quickly then found her parents.

"Harry," Emma said, then pointed.

He turned and saw a wizard—or muggles in Japan had a crazy fashion sense which Harry realized might be possible—holding a sign that said Harry James Potter with the Gryffindor lion and a phoenix on either side of his name.

"The Japanese ministry?" Harry asked.

Hermione shrugged. "Maybe. Let's see what he has to say."

They shouldered their bags and walked over to speak to the wizard who recognized Harry immediately and bowed deeply. "Welcome to Japan. I was sent to get you to your hotel and deliver a package from a number of businesses here in Japan. Your Minister Shacklebolt told us to tell you he thinks Albus Dumbledore has style."

Harry smiled. "Thank you then." He bowed back when Hermione whispered in his ear. "This is my girlfriend Hermione Granger and her parents, Daniel and Emma."

he bowed to Hermione with as deep a bow then to her parents with a slightly less deep bow and led them to the waiting stretch Rolls Royce Silver Shadow.

Her parents admired the interior of the limo while Harry and Hermione listened to the soft speech from the driver, once again welcoming them to Japan and enhancing on the many offers the Japanese Ministry wished to make towards them while they were there.

As they left the limo at their hotel, Harry was mildly surprised. Their Ministry didn't want to use him as an example or to endorse the laws they wanted to pass. Instead they had only wanted to offer him the privacy he wanted in his life.

"What if we lived in Japan and flooed to London to work?" Harry whispered.

Hermione held his hand. "I think it might be the only way we'll have a life. We could keep Grimmauld Place as a floo point so we can visit my parents easier."

"Add it to the list," he whispered then kissed her temple as the doors to the floor their room was on opened.

The young bell hop led them to their room and Daniel thanked her, Emma stopping him before he tried to tip her.

Hermione and Harry went to unpack in their room.

When they walked back out, Daniel asked, "What was that about Dumbledore having style?"

Hermione and Harry both laughed. "When that horrid toad Umbridge tried to arrest him for our DA class we were teaching, Shacklebolt and another Auror were the ones who were sent to arrest him. He told them he wasn't going to come along quietly and disapparated out of the school with Fawkes. Which is impossible."

"Nothing was impossible for Dumbledore," Harry reminded her then kissed her again while Emma grinned and Daniel gagged. "Let's order dinner. Sushi?"

Hermione nodded as Harry shrugged. "We ate raw fish once before."

Hermione blushed. "Me undercooking our dinner isn't sushi. You'll like it, I promise!"

Half an hour later, Hermione was expounding on how she had utterly and horribly failed to properly cook a pair of fish they had caught while on the run when Harry had shown her how to cook them the same way only the day before while Harry idly picked at his sushi sampler tray.

"Harry, we always eat what's common in the country when we travel," Hermione said just as bossily as Harry remembered from school. "Don't be picky. You'll like it."

He sighed and picked up one and ate it then smiled.

"That was just cucumber," Hermione told him. "Try that one. It's from America but it's really popular even here in Japan."

He did as told and nodded. "That was good."

"It's called a California roll. It has cucumber, imitation crab, and avocado. That one's actually got raw fish in it. Try it," she told him, using her chopsticks to point at another while Daniel and Emma watched with great amusement.

He hesitated as he stared at the hunk of raw fish but did as told.

Hermione watched hopefully. "Well?" she asked.

"It's good."

"Told you!" she crowed triumphantly.

Harry glared at her then flicked one of the small orange spheres off another at her.

Her parents laughed as the roe hit her in the forehead and stayed in place like it was a bindi.

Hermione awoke to hear a tapping sound and saw an owl on their balcony. She went to it and it held out its leg. "Sorry, I don't have any owl treats."

The owl hooted and continued waiting as she looked at the envelope. It was for Harry.

She went back into their bedroom and shook him awake. "A letter came for you Harry."

He scowled and looked at it. "Who's it from?"

"it was for you, I didn't look."

He rolled his eyes and muttered, "A wife that respects her husband's privacy?"

Hermione was torn between hitting him for his snarkiness and hugging him for thinking of her as his wife even though they weren't actually married yet.

She opened it and smiled. "Are you listening?"

"Yes."

" 'Dear Harry Potter, we at Chiyoko-Humboldt were recently informed your Firebolt was destroyed during the second war. We would like to have you join us at the factory and allow us to customize a new broom for you. We would also be interested in discussing a possible position as our representative when dealing with the various leagues in Europe. We understand you're traveling with muggles and are willing to drop our wards long enough so that they will be able to tour the facility as well.' They make a few other offers and stuff and oh Harry being able to see them actually do the work on a broom would be so wonderful!"

"Send them a reply. Tell them yes to the broom and the representative idea is interesting."

Hermione nodded and wrote the reply then took it out to the waiting owl. "Thank you," she told it and watched it wing away, wondering if the owl was native to Japan.

She went to see if she had packed her books on owls—she and Harry had brought their trunks, shrunken down and placed in the neck pouches they wore—and found it was likely a ryukyu scops owl.

When they sat down for breakfast, Hermione told them about the letter. "We get to see a broom being made?" Daniel asked excitedly. Harry had shown him a number of his games via his pensieve. "When?"

"The car will be here for us at ten."

Emma took out her list of things to do and began revising it as Harry yawned. "Are you going to eat your plum?" he asked.

Hermione picked it off her tray and put it on his.

He stabbed it with his chopsticks and took a bite of it much to Hermione's annoyance. She had spent twenty minutes the night before teaching him to use chopsticks.

After they finished eating, Harry and Hermione went back to their room and Hermione went to shower first while Harry laid out his clothes and then smirked as he walked to the bathroom, " 'Mi?"

"Hmm?" she called through the door.

"Can you still fit in your first year uniform?"

"Deviant!" There was silence then a soft, "Yes. And if you're lucky, I might wear it for you."

"You will wear it for me, you mean," he said and smirked, opening the door.

She smiled as he got in with her then kissed her softly. "Want me to scrub your back?"

"I want you on your knees," she murmured.

Harry did as requested.

When they left their room after dressing, her father said, "You two need some more saltpeter in your diet."

"Huh?" Harry asked as Hermione blushed.

"Dad!"

She whispered what saltpeter was allegedly for and he blushed as well.

"You two know magic. Actual magic. You know HOW to cast SILENCING charms," he reminded them and both blushed even deeper to Emma's amusement.

"I'm sorry," Harry muttered and Emma began laughing.

"Ignore him," Emma told them. "We're both happy you're so in love. Are you two finally ready though?"

Harry nodded as he stared at his feet. Hermione grabbed his hand and pulled him forward.

As they walked out of the front door of the hotel, there was another waiting limo for them, this one a newer model stretched from some Japanese vehicle.

"Good morning, Mr Potter, Miss Granger," the driver said, bowing. "And to you as well Mr and Mrs Granger." He held out a business card for Harry and he smiled at the twinkling firebolt flying through the letters of Chiyoko-Humboldt.

They arrived at the company and were led in past a surprisingly modern front office and down into a very old Japanese building. They informed Harry and the Grangers that the Chiyoko corporation was as old as the colonization of Japan by the then Koreans. Hermione raised her hand and asked, "How long does it take to create each broom?"

"The initial enchantments of each component take four days for the shaft, two hours per twig of the broom, and one day for steeping in a variety of potions and engraving of runes to help counteract the known jinxes useful against brooms."

As Hermione and her parents saw the various steps being performed on custom brooms being built for an American Quodpot team, Harry was working with a team of designers to design his broom. "Colored twigs?" one of the designers asked. "The color won't affect it but using your house colors is always nice."

Harry nodded. "You're right."

They dipped each of the 77 twigs used in the broom in dark red and dark gold paint and used spells to quick-dry them then varnished them carefully.

They found a dark red broomstick that matched the red of the twig and one of the enchanters began hand painting Firebolt with Harry Potter under it on the end of the shaft.

Harry turned to one of the designers and mentioned an idea he had had while they were in Australia and had seen some mountainboarders preparing for a trip to Darling Range. Harry and Hermione had ended up discussing their sport with the two and had been invited to come along.

The designers made sketches of Harry's idea and promised to keep in contact with him as they developed the idea.

Harry rejoined Hermione and her parents and soon they were seeing the testing phase where a number of employees were playing quidditch inside a massive underground quidditch pitch. They watched them play while Harry listened to the company's pitch. He promised them he would think about it and let them know after the school year ended.

"Remember our discussion on snowboards and stuff?" he asked Hermione as they were leaving and getting a taxi to take them to the restaurant for lunch.

"Snowb—oh, yes, I remember," she said after a moment. "You suggested it to them?"

He nodded. "They like the ideas and they're gonna develop some prototypes and keep me up to date. If they work out, I might be their spokesperson for them. They think a modified quidditch game is brilliant."

She smiled. "I'm glad you like the idea. I would like to play if I wasn't so afraid of heights."

Emma left the bathroom and found Hermione sitting on the couch, flipping through the channels. "Did they call yet?"

"No. But the last time they went golfing they were gone for nine hours." This was the fourth time now her father and Harry had gone golfing together. Daniel had even invited him to join his beer league football team.

"They were advertising a convention for comics downstairs, want to check it out?"

Hermione shook her head. "The spells for translating writing only work on cyrillic letters, not glyphs. It'd just be looking at a series of tryptychs."

"I don't think tryptychs normally tell stories," Emma said after a moment. "But I understand. Let's go for a walk in the garden."

Hermione nodded and made sure she had her wands then pulled on a sweater.

"Where's the nearest Diagon Alley type place for witches and wizards here?" she asked her daughter in the elevator.

"It's in some place called Akihabara."

"The perfect place for it," Emma nodded thoughtfully.

"Why?" Hermione asked. She hadn't been interested in visiting an area geared towards japanese pop culture when there was so much of Japan's real culture to see.

"Your father and I visited it when we were here during our honeymoon. It's very easy for witches and wizards who can't really blend in well to blend in. Do they take galleons here?"

"They use silk and shell based money here," Hermione said after a moment's recall. "Australia is the only former UK protectorate that will use the same money but even they have their own."

They left the hotel and spent a few more minutes walking to the nearby tea garden and spent a half hour walking around, admiring the flowers and arrangements until Emma's phone rang. She checked the number then answered. "Hello? Hello, dear. Are you two done? Oh. Okay, we're at the garden near the ho—yeah, there. That sounds wonderful, see you soon Daniel." She stuck her phone in her pocket and said, "Your father and Harry are going to meet us here and then we'll go to dinner from here."

Hermione took out the list of nearby restaurants and found a French-Japanese fusion restaurant her mother had been interested in.

"We can go here tonight," Hermione suggested and Emma nodded.

"What do you and Harry plan to do tomorrow?" Emma asked. They were breaking up into couples for the day before they left the hotel and went north to see the islands of the Ainu then started back south to eventually reach Okinawa.

"He wants to snog me senseless, I want to visit some museums."

"And you still assert you're a virgin?" Emma teased.

"Mum! You don't have to have penetration when making love!"

"I'm just teasing you, I believe you. Your father doesn't and wants you to touch a unicorn but I do."

At that Hermione laughed. She had told them about one of the girls at school being forced to visit a herd of unicorns after being caught in a compromising position then having a chastity belt spell cast on her when her parents had let her drink a bit too much on her return from fifth year. Daniel had been very interested in the spell until Emma had reminded them their daughter was responsible enough to make her own decisions. And she could cast that spell on them.

Hermione held onto Harry's hand as they moved through the museum. When they reached the next display, the plugged their headphones into the next display stand and pressed the playback buttons. A cultured Westerner's voice filled their ears, giving them the translated display about the samurai tableau in front of them.

"You would look so sexy in that," Hermione murmured into his shoulder.

"My dragonskin stuff is stronger than that stuff." His jacket would stop muggle weapons Charlie had assured him. He kissed her softly then she pulled away, grabbing the jacks from the display and pulling him towards the next display.

"Can't we go back to the hotel?" he murmured. "I want to cover your body with kisses."

"Harry!" she murmured. "We're in Japan for only two more weeks. We'll have the rest of our lives to make love."

At the next display she smiled as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. The display showed the wives and family of samurai. "Harry, forgive me acting so girly," she whispered.

"Huh?"

"I want a baby!"

"I want you to carry our children," he whispered into her ear and she shivered, grinding her backside into his crotch. "But not until we're out of school. As funny and sexy a thought of a pregnant Hermione Granger in her school uniform is, it would really mess up your study schedule."

She laughed and turned to kiss him. "So glad you find me failing out of school funny."

"Hermione, you'd come back as a ghost just to finish your education. Hell, you'd finish a test in between contractions!" That made her laugh. She admitted to herself it was true.

She hugged him tight then pulled away. "C'mon, let's see the next display."

As they were getting on the train, Hermione whispered, "I've actually had dreams like that."

"Dreams like what?" he asked, wondering what the advertisement in front of him was for.

"Where I die at Hogwarts and then come back as a ghost like Moaning Myrtle, just so I can finish my education."

"You're too smart for that," he whispered. "You know there's more after death. Staying behind is to miss out on the next adventure."

She hugged him tightly. "I'm tired of adventures. Tired of worrying you're going to die."

"That's why death will be my next adventure," he whispered. "From now until then it's just life as it should be."

When they got to their stop, they exited the train then stopped at a ramen stand in the station for lunch.

"Next?" he asked as they ate.

"They're showing a movie with japanese subtitles at a cinema near the hotel, I thought we'd see it since you still haven't been to one and then we'll do whatever you want. Which I presume is me."

He grinned and nodded. "Uh-huh."

"Deviant. What if we do all this stuff so much you end up preferring intercrural to real intercourse?" she whispered, grinning at him.

"Then I'll just have to obliviate those memories. Or store them so we can watch them later."

She got a gleam in her eye. "Oh, yes, please! Let's do that! We can have a foursome with ourselves!"

Hermione laughed as they reappeared in their room. "I can't believe how dumb we look doing that," he sighed. "I looked like a fish."

"At least we enjoy it," Hermione replied. "And I thought you looked sexy. Let's shower."

In the bathroom Hermione started the shower as Harry got their bags of toiletries out of their neck pouches.

In the bathroom, he said, "The only sexy part of that was when you were touching yourself while I was watching."

She shivered. Watching herself from Harry's memories had been more erotic than she had thought it would be.

They had done five memories in total, two from her and three from Harry and they found Hermione edited her memories of sex to make them more erotic while Harry's had been as he remembered them.

"We'll have to get the other Indiana Jones movies," Hermione told him. "Daddy has that one but not the first two. You really did like it, right?"

"Yeah."

Done, they dressed for dinner and went out to wait for her parents to return.

Hermione pulled Harry down so his head was in her lap and idly played with his hair as they watched the subtitled news. "Did we bring our wireless?"

"No. It's back home. We could send an owl-order for a new one," Hermione said. "Do you want to?"

He shook his head. "I was just wondering. Everything is really already ready for the wedding?"

"It's not that much. Clothes. The invited. The minister. The catering. Shame we have to use muggles," she murmured.

"When do we actually get to consummate the marriage?" he teased her.

She giggled. "I think we'll have to do it on the train after the prefects' meeting. The rocking motion might help."

Hermione's parents opened the door, kissing each other passionately. Harry looked away as Hermione laughed.

"Oh, you two are here," Emma said, straightening her mussed hair. "Uh, it'll just take us a few minutes to change."

Harry and Hermione dropped their bags and kicked off their shoes then fell onto her bed, twisting into their now usual sleeping positions, their legs intertwined and Hermione's face snuggled into his chest.

Her parents shut off her light, both grinning at how the two teenagers were already asleep, still clothed on top of the bedding, then they went to their own room.

"You two going golfing tomorrow?" Emma asked as she undressed.

"Three. Poppet's coming too. Do you wanna play? A foursome is better than a threesome."

"Maybe. But with a threesome you can wolfhunt."

"Oh yeah," Daniel mused aloud. "Which Hermione will probably end up being the wolf. Even out of practice she'll do better than Harry likely."

In bed, Emma grabbed Daniel's hand and placed it on her thigh.

"Oh."

She smiled and leaned over to kiss him. "Make me feel like a woman."

"My shirt needs ironed," he teased her.

Emma hit him and muttered, "Sodding arsehole."

When the Grangers awoke the next morning they found Harry and Hermione fixing a large fry-up. "You two went shopping?"

"And picked up Crookshanks," Hermione said. "He killed five gnomes Fred told us."

"Killed gnomes?" Daniel asked.

Hermione waved her wand and her book on magical garden pests settled in front of her father where he sat. "Oh," he said after finding the page on gnomes and watching one dizzily stagger around the photo on the page. "Have there ever been any of these in our garden?"

"One," Hermione said. "During fourth year. Crookshanks killed him and ate him. That was when I was trying to grow some potion ingredients here."

"Oh, yes," Emma said as she took down four plates. "What were those for?"

"Revealing potions. I accidentally used disappearing ink for some of my notes that year and wanted to fix them. Stupid Gred and Feorge. Hexed them good fifth year!"

When they were done eating, Harry kissed Hermione goodbye then stepped out the backdoor and disapparated.

"Therapy?" Daniel asked. Hermione nodded. "He'll be back in time for our tee-off, right?"

She nodded again then waved her wand. The plates and pans washed and dried and Emma sighed. "Is it possible to hire a witch as a maid?!"

Hermione shrugged. "Maybe."

Daniel was carrying Harry's clubs out to his SUV when he heard the crack of Harry's apparition and Hermione's squeal of happiness then saw Harry and Hermione walking in, Hermione holding an assorted bunch of flowers, breathing in their scent. "Thank you Harry!"

"You're welcome."

She kissed his cheek then asked, "Are you gonna change or wear that?"

"I'll put on shorts then I'll be ready."

Daniel rolled his eyes as Harry left his fingers lingering on Hermione's bare skin of her back long enough to annoy any father.

He put Hermione's clubs in the SUV then stretched and went to open the garage. He growled in annoyance. He had parked his BMW in front of the SUV side.

Pulled his keys out, he moved the sedan then started the SUV.

When Harry and Hermione came out, Hermione asked, "Can I drive daddy?"

Daniel tossed her the keys and started to get in the front seat then moved and got into a backseat.

"We still need to teach you how to drive," Hermione reminded Harry as he got in.

"I know."

"What did you do with the caravan?" Daniel asked.

"It's at the Weasleys's. There's no registration or insurance on it. We just needed it to find you and it was in sad condition when we bought it."

"So, if I bought a bad condition early Jag for myself, you two could restore it to factory?" he asked hopefully.

"Not by magic," Hermione said. "That wouldn't be fair to people who work years restoring something. But maybe Harry and you could do that as a project together?" she suggested, looking at Harry.

"That actually sounds like fun," Harry admitted. "Mr Weasley would want to help too."

As they drove towards the course, Harry noticed a number of brownstones being torn down. He made a note. It was only a mile from the Grangers's neighborhood and it might be the perfect place to move Sirius's old house if Kreacher really did what he said he could do. And it would be the perfect place to raise a family, he decided. Then smiled at that thought.

"What're you grinning about?" Hermione asked.

"The future."

"Better be me in it," she teased.

Her father rolled his eyes.

Daniel and Harry added their games together—99 and 142—then divided by two and Daniel smirked at his daughter. "Caught the wolf."

Harry grabbed her wrist and pulled her into an embrace. "Now she's caught."

Hermione grinned and kissed Harry then pulled away at her father's gagging sound. "Daddy!"

"What? Just because I've accepted the fact my little girl is in love and getting married doesn't mean I don't get to torment you."

Harry grinned into Hermione's hair then whispered into her ear, "I love you."

He pulled away and looked around. "I have an appointment with Gred. I'll be home before dark I hope."

"What for?"

"Business stuff. He told me if I don't start accepting that I'm an investor he's going to start a new foundation for keeping House Elves in dung when not working."

"i'll kill him!"

Harry laughed and kissed her again then looked around once more and disapparated away.

"C'mon poppet, i'll buy you a bacon cheeseburger at Corey's."

"And a spearmint shake?" she asked hopefully.

"No, no spearmint shake, you're still being punished," he teased and she pouted.

As he drove, she read one of her texts for school while Daniel called his wife and asked her to meet them at the restaurant.

Harry walked into the Weasleys's shop and saw Ginny standing behind the counter. She waved happily as Harry nodded to the people who started to greet and thank him. Should've glamoured up, he thought as he forced a smile.

As soon as she could get away, Ginny hugged him. "What brings you by?"

"Fred wanted to talk to me. Then I'm meeting with Bill for dinner to discuss something."

"Dating Bill?" she teased. "Hermione will be devastated. If you wanted to date a Weasley you could've asked me out!"

He laughed and pushed her back. "We tried that, remember?"

"Not enough times," she sighed. Anyway, he'll be right back. He had to deliver something."

He settled on a stool behind the counter as Ginny started ringing up someone else.

A little girl came in with what looked like her older sister and the girl froze when she saw Harry. She grabbed her sister's hand and pointed at him. The older girl looked up and smiled then stopped her sister pointing and Harry recognized her. She was a fifth year from Hufflepuff. She had been in the last battle.

She nodded hello to Harry and then Harry saw what the little girl was carrying. A plush version of himself. The girl walked up to Harry and whispered, "Umm, Mr Potter? Will you sign my dolly?"

"Umm, sure," he said nervously as Ginny giggled and handed him a Sharpie pen. Her bothers spelled them so they wouldn't wipe off or be spelled off until an item was paid for.

"Where?" he asked.

She pointed to the neck of the doll and he asked, "What's your name?" as he signed.

"Amelia Branstone."

"Nice to meet you, Amelia."

She nodded excitedly and dashed over to join her sister as she walked to the counter to pay for the fireworks and candies she had picked out.

"See you later, Harry," the girl's sister said and he remembered her name was Eleanor.

"Bye Eleanor."

She blushed at him remembering her name then she was out the door with her sister.

"Getting all flirty?" Ginny teased.

"Because I said bye?"

"Because you remembered her name."

"She fought in the last battle. How could I not remember her name?"

Fred walked in before Ginny could reply. "Sorry I'm late! My dragon dung got held up in customs. Silly Ministry!"

He and Harry walked to the back and dropped into chairs. "So why did you want to see me?" Harry asked.

"The goblins contacted me, letting me know how to deposit your percentage into your account. So from now on, about once a month you'll get ten galleons or so from us. Your money is actually more than the percentage that ten galleons equate to but George and I had decided it was a good amount that you wouldn't refuse.

Harry sighed and nodded. "Fine. I'll just donate ten a month to something."

"Perfect. Now, what's with you and Bill having dinner?"

He sighed and began casting Muffliato charms and put a notice-me-not on the door. "Last year, Hermione, Ron, and I made a deal with a goblin to help us rob Gringott's."

Fred's eyes went wide and he dropped his mug of pumpkin juice. "That was you lot?"

Harry nodded. "I need to find out if I can go back in without being attacked and what to do with Griphook's breaking of our oath of cooperation."

"Why did you rob Gringott's? Mum would've been happy to make sure you had care packages."

"We needed an item, not money. Though care packages would've been great, we couldn't risk it. Anyway, why don't you and Ginny join us? We can always obliviate you if need be."

"Have dinner with us at home. Dad and Charlie are gonna be there, they could be helpful."

Harry shrugged.

Hermione leaned back, sighing happily as she rubbed her stomach. She had had two bacon cheeseburgers, eaten hers and most of her father's fries, and had two spearmint milkshakes. Her stomach is almost visibly distended, Daniel mused.

"When did you start liking spearmint?" he asked.

"It's what Harry uses when he brushes his teeth. Spearmint from his toothpaste, fresh cut grass from his sport, and his clothes aways smell like old parchment from the stuff he keeps in his school trunk."

He rolled his eyes and laughed. "Ready to go?"

"Let's order a shake for Harry."

"Okay."

They waited for the pumpkin shake then paid and were out the door.

"Will he get back before it melts?"

Hermione cast a charm on it to keep it at the correct temperature. "It'll be fine."

"You two up for golf again next weekend?"

"Maybe," she said after a few moments. "I really should re-review though. Only five more weeks before we go back to school."

He grinned. "And get married."

"We've been reviewing for that for weeks."

He rolled his eyes again then turned into City of London, dialing the number to pay for the congestion charges. "We need more tubes."

When they got home, Hermione put the shake in the fridge just in case then went to her room and opened her Arithmancy textbook, wondering what Harry was up to. Maybe he's getting me an engagement ring, she thought hopefully.

Harry pulled back from Molly. "Where's Hermione?"

"Back home. She's part of this but she doesn't need to be a part of this."

Molly raised an eyebrow at that but turned back when she heard a glub sound and turned down the potatoes.

She set a mug of tea in front of him and soon the other Weasleys began to walk into the kitchen.

Once dinner was on the table, Bill asked, "So what's wrong?"

"Are the wards up?" he asked.

Bill and Charlie both nodded. "We put up some temporaries too."

"Last year when Gringott's was robbed? That was Hermione, Ron, and I."

Bill gaped at him. "You three broke into Gringott's? That's been the only successful break-in ever!"

At that Harry smiled. "We had inside help. Specifically, a goblin. Who broke faith with us. I need to know if I'm going to be attacked the next time I try to enter."

"Who?" Charlie asked.

"Griphook."

"Grip—I never liked that tosser," Bill muttered. "Why did you break in?"

"Something of Voldemort's was there and I needed it."

"You stole their dragon," Charlie said, sounding very happy. "That poor thing. My colleagues rescued him. He's being taken care of now. We might have to put him down though, he's so old and nearly toothless and blind."

Harry nodded. "Hermione was worried about him. And Charlie, I love the leathers you sent me but I don't want that dragon's leathers."

Charlie chuckled at that then explained the gift he had sent to Harry.

"And you did so much damage to the bank!" Arthur said.

Harry hung his head. "We didn't mean to."

Molly was speechless.

Arthur shrugged. "There's been no suggestion that you were behind the robbery, Harry. I can try to learn more but Bill would have more info than we at the Ministry would."

Bill nodded. "I think you'll be fine, though. I'll owl you once I'm sure."

Harry nodded. "What do I do about Griphook?"

"He's no longer at Gringott's so I think if you run into him again, duel him."

"Bill!" his mother screeched.

"What? Dueling is a viable way of dealing with issues. In fact, Harry, I challenge you to a duel, my wife finds you very fanciable," Bill teased Harry.

"Fine. And I'll comfort your widow tonight," Harry replied, making every Weasley, including Molly, laugh uproariously.

After dinner, Harry was walking outside to apparate away when Fred caught up to him. "How did you break-in?"

"No."

"No?"

"No. I admitted enough felonies as it is. You don't need to know how it was done."

"Prat."

"Arse."

Both laughed and Harry disappeared.

Hermione smiled as Harry walked into her bedroom carrying the milkshake. "Thank you 'Mi."

"Did you get it taken care of?"

"Hopefully. Griphook won't be an issue. The bank seems like it won't be either but Bill's checking into it. The fact they haven't sent me a letter telling me they're taking all my money seems they don't suspect me. Which is strange because we were us when we escaped. You should develop a longer lasting Polyjuice."

She smiled. "Maybe. For other reasons though."

"Like?"

Sexy shenanigans," she whispered as she knelt behind him, rubbing her breasts against his back as she licked his earlobe.

He shivered and almost dropped the drink. "You really want to be each other some night?"

"Yes. The night I became you for the escape, well, I couldn't help but touch it and imagine you looking like me underneath me looking like you. If we hadn't had to run I'd've wanked myself into a stupor as you."

Harry shivered again. She was breathing into his ear, one of her hands playing with one of his nipples while her nipples pressed into his back. "Hermione!"

"Yes?" she murmured.

"Why don't you wank me into a stupor now?" he pleaded.

She pulled away and fell back. "Nope. Reading."

"Gah!"

He scowled and moved to her desk to do some homework while seriously debating a shower so he could masturbate.