A/N ~ Hey out there! Sorry, it's been awhile. But anywho, here's another chapter. It took me awhile after Chapter 9 to think of something that Harry and Hermione could do. I was recently in IKEA so that's where the idea for this chapter came from. Next chapter should be up eventually. I've already got an idea in my mind. Review if you would like, it makes me feel good, and besides, my birthday is tomorrow, the 7th, so you should review just because of that. :D

"Can you explain to me again where we're going?" Harry sat in the passenger seat of the truck he and Hermione had bought a couple months after they were married. Although he had grown up with muggles and knew how to operate the vehicle, he still preferred his wife to drive. She was probably better at it anyway.

"I told you, we're going to this huge warehouse store called IKEA." Hermione said with a slightly annoyed tone. She had been telling her husband of 10 months that their new house in St. Ottery Catchpole needed some touching up for the past two weeks. She knew he was just grumbling about the fact that they were going to go pick out furniture, a process she drug out in order to find the exact things she needed.

"But Hermione, it's an hour away! Why are we driving?" Harry knew arguing this was pointless. They needed the truck to take the furniture home in; seeing as how apparation would warp the wood and they were buying a lot so shrinking it down wouldn't work either.

"Harry you know why. Besides, you're the one who bought a 7 bedroom house. What were you thinking?" Hermione inwardly smiled. She knew what Harry wanted. A huge family. The house Harry had inherited was even bigger than the one they had bought, but Hermione thought it wasn't the right place to raise a family in. there was no room for young children to play and living in London would cause them to subdue their magic in order to fit in. Harry also didn't like the fact that he couldn't fly around on his broom. They still kept 12 Grimmauld Place, lending it to various friends and families that needed it. Currently, Luna and Neville were staying their along with Hermione's parents, and oddly enough, Severus Snape.

"Well, I was just thinking that we could have guests over a lot…" Harry turned pink. He was glad she knew the real reason.

"I want at least one guest room and a master suite. That leaves five bedrooms left over. I think you'll find that quite sufficient?" Hermione found it fun to make Harry feel embarrassed.

"Yes, kitten, that'll be lovely. We aren't buying furniture for all of them today, are we?"

"I was just thinking to do our room, the living room, the kitchen, and start the guest room. Good thing the ministry pays us both that huge war time compensation, otherwise these rooms would take several years to build."

"Not really," Harry said reminding her of the massive Potter fortune he was left. "And it's better we spend the money on family things instead of en suite hot tubs like Ron did."

Hermione laughed at the thought. Their best friend had actually paid a muggle company to build a huge hot tub in the corner of his bedroom. He was just lucky his current girlfriend Hannah, he and Lavender had fallen apart, thought it wasn't too dumb. If Harry had put a hot tub in their room, she would have made him sleep on the couch for a week. Or maybe just a night. It was hard for Hermione to stay mad at him. He always made her unpleasant mood turn to normal by stroking her hair and kissing her knuckles.

Hermione and Harry proceeded to exchange playful banter about their destination until they arrived in the car park.

"Merlin's beard, 'Mione! This place is huge!" Harry's jaw was slackened as he stared at the huge yellow letters on the giant building.

"It's a warehouse, dear. Come on, now."

The next three hours, yes, three was spent looking at and deciding on furniture, lamps, plates, rugs, and pillows for their house. They had only bought it and moved in a month ago, but it was already starting to feel like home, and they hadn't even picked up the furniture yet. Harry picked out a nice entertainment system for the television he had charmed to work and Hermione made sure to grab a dozen bookshelves. Not only did they transport most of the Black family library, excluding all the dark magic books, but they also had all of Hermione's books she had accumulated over her school years and from every birthday. Her collection would fill up almost two whole shelves, the Black collection would fill up six, and the remaining four would only last for a couple years. It was a good thing that their house had a huge ballroom. They had ripped out the shiny flooring and put in warm cream-colored carpet. They painted the walls a dark, calming green, and added several chairs, couches, lamps, and curtained windows. It would be the perfect place to relax. They made sure to buy tables that could have been found in the Hogwarts library as well.

In their kitchen, they chose a modern shelving unit made of dark cherry wood. They picked up matching appliances along with a huge table that could seat twelve people. They built their kitchen around the idea of entertaining and providing. They knew in the upcoming years, that's exactly what it would be used for.

In their bedroom, they chose a Japanese style bed, low to the ground with teak wood. Naturally, they picked gold and crimson colored accessories to fit their Gryfinndor pride.

Harry was about dead on his feet after having to walk around the showrooms and pick up mountains of boxes, but eventually, they had their truck bed loaded, and the back seat stuffed. Stuffed was also saying a lot, seeing as how the truck's cab was magically expanded.

Harry slept on the way home and was shaken awake by Hermione when they pulled into the dirt lane that lead to their house. The three story house came into view as the hedges that framed the path slowly disappeared. Harry groaned at the thought of having to carry in all the furniture and assemble it.

After relaying this thought to Hermione, she gently smacked his arm. "Dear, are you a wizard or not? Ever heard of this thing called magic?"

Harry smiled at the memory of yelling something of the sort to Hermione in their first year.

"Right. How could I forget?"

As Hermione stopped and put the truck in park and shut the engine off, Harry leaned in close to her.

"What do you say to doing our bedroom first? I have something in there I want to show you?"

Hermione's breath tickled his ear. "Well, ," she said, her hands on his thighs moving closer to his groin, "I think that would be perfectly acceptable. I in fact of something to show to you as well."

Harry grinned, feigning innocence. "Really, Mrs. Potter? How interesting! I however get to go first."

And with that, he began kissing her. At this point, the furniture would never even get unloaded, let alone assembled.