A/N: Two chapters in a day to make up for the lack of chapter yesterday. Some artistic licenses on the timelines of stuff, but it isn't crucial to the story. Thanks to everyone who has been favoriting and following both the story and me. And a shoutout to Ana9191 for being my first review!

Chapter 7

She took a deep breath and said to her boss: "I'm quitting."

"Hermione, you can't be serious!," the man replied.

Hermione loved her job, she really did. But there was only so much you could take when your boss happened to be your husband. Your over-protective, stubborn as a mule, Savior of the Wizarding World husband.

"Yes, Harry, I do. Do you know how frustrated I am with this job?"

Harry stared at her, looking perturbed. What had happened to make her feel like this?

In the aftermath of the Battle of Hogwarts, Hermione had convinced him to go back to Hogwarts and finish Seventh Year. After that, it was no surprise to anyone that Harry decided to pursue a career as an Auror. The surprise there was when Hermione declared she was going to do the same, and doing so brilliantly. The once not-exercise-inclined Muggleborn had surprised everyone with her performance in Auror Academy, coming a close second after Harry in their graduating class. Somewhere in those two years of training they had found each other in a new light, and now, five years later, they were happily married. Harry had climbed the ranks faster than her, faster than anyone before, really, and for the last three months had been her boss, since there was no policy on such in the MoM.

Harry's face softened as he asked her "Why haven't you said anything? Was it something I did?"

"No, love, but it's a combination of lots of things. If you worry and give me easier cases, people say I'm being spared; if I get the hard ones, I'm being favoured so I can stand out. People are mean, Harry, and these situations are killing my love for the job. Besides," she said with a secretive smile, "I have a good reason to want to stay at home, for a little while..."

"Are you saying what I think...?" Harry whispered, hopeful.

Hermione nodded, her smile widening. "I'm pregnant, Harry."