Background:

Hermione/Dean Relationship and Hermione/Harry Friendship

Post-Hogwarts

Summary: Harry and Hermione are flat-mates. One night, Harry wakes up to find Dean in the flat.

Quotes if from Friends.

Harry woke to the sound of someone moving around in the kitchen. Groaning when he saw it was six in the morning, he grabbed his wand and got out of bed. Throwing his robe on, he opened the door and slowly walked out of the room. He muttered a spell and the lights came on, showing Dean Thomas in the kitchen. Seeing each other, both men jumped.

"What are you doing?" Harry exclaimed, trying to regain a normal heartbeat.

"Making chocolate milk. You want some?" Dean replied, holding up a glass of chocolate milk.

"No thanks, I'm 29," Harry deadpanned before continuing, "I meant, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, Harry, good morning." Hermione said, walking out of her room, buttoning up the dress shirt that was obviously not hers. She walked over to Dean, kissed him lightly, and took the glass of chocolate milk her offered.

Harry, meanwhile, was shifting his gaze between the two, trying to figure out how he didn't know about this. Deciding he didn't like the idea that Hermione wasn't a little girl anymore, he glared at Dean.

"Oh, Harry, knock it off," Hermione said, seeing the glare. Dean shrunk back a bit. An angry Harry Potter wasn't good, especially when it came to a guy seeing "his girl".

"Mione, I should probably head out anyway. I'll see you in a couple hours. Love you." Dean kissed her quickly before heading to her room. A pop was heard, signaling his disapparation.

Hermione turned a glare to Harry, who cowered slightly before he remembered that she had a guy over.

"You have a lot of explaining to do, young lady." Harry said.

"I have a lot of explaining to do? You just treated Dean Thomas as if he were, I don't know, Draco Malfoy. Harry, it was Dean. You've been friends with him since you were eleven." Hermione sat down across from Harry at the island bar in their kitchen.

"Yeah, but there's a difference between the Dean I'm friends with and the Dean who's apparently sleeping with my best friend." Harry said, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw that she wasn't angry anymore.

"Harry, he's the same person. You know how I've been going out every weekend for the past month?"

"Yeah. It's frustrated me to hell that you never let me meet the guy."

"Harry, Dean is the guy."

"Really?"

"Really, really." Hermione smiled softly.

"Do you know how many hours of sleep I've lost this past month worrying about who you could be out with? Everyone from Draco Malfoy to a Jack the Ripper copycat. I was so worried about you."

"I know, Harry. You dropped some not-so-subtle hints about what thoughts crossed your mind. That's why Dean came over here last night. We were going to tell you a little later today, but you found him before that could happen."

"Are you happy with him? Because, regardless of what I might think or say, that is all that really matters to me."

"I'm very happy with him."

"Well, tell me everything."

Hermione laughed and proceeded to tell Harry everything from working on a project with him to the present, leaving out certain details that he didn't need to know.

"I'm happy for you, Mione." Harry smiled when she finished.

"Thank you, Harry."

"But if I catch him in this apartment in any state of undress, I cannot be held accountable for my actions."

Hermione laughed before walking to her room to get dressed. Harry shook his head before going back to his room and collapsing onto his bed, going back to sleep.