A/N: My bad for losing track of the upload schedule! But I've finished this fic, but the story isnt. I'd love to continue the story but I 'd rather start uploading when I know I have to time to write.

Either way, thanks for everyone who's been following this!

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Arrangements

He woke to find his leg pinned underneath another what-felt-like slender leg. He glanced over at the mass of bushy hair that seemed to fill the entirety of the second pillow and smiled as the memory of the previous night came back to him. After what had been said to each other, once they were in bed, it wasn't long before they began passionately making-out under the covers. That was as far as it went though, they both sort of had an understanding that they would take THAT step once they were used to being together in the first place. Don't ask him how they reached that understanding, he had no idea how but they just seemed to be an open book to each other. Happily he watched her mumble and turn over in her sleep, now the colours of the sunrise lit up her face. Now vividly reminded of the entrance she made into the Gryffindor Common Room he studied her face. He couldn't see her brown eyes sadly, but he could make out faint traces of the freckles that covered her cute little nose. Does she cover them up? Can't have that.

His gaze roamed over her mouth, her lips looked a little puckered but that made sense to him, considering what they got up to last night. The fact that they just did that threw him for a loop, here was the self-confessed bookworm and nag that had snogged him senseless just last night. And I had to hold her back! Was she like this with Ron? or Krum? Shit-bad thoughts. bad thoughts-.

"Harry? Why are you staring at me?"

"Morning Mione."

Her eyes narrowed. "Not until you tell me why you're staring at me."

"Do you try to cover up your freckles?"

Her hand jumped to her face. "What? Why?"

He moved her hand away and kissed her quickly on the lips. "Because don't. I like them. You had more of them after your holiday in France, I was wondering where they went."

She buried her head between his chest and his arm. "I knew there was a reason I liked you." She said in a muffled voice.

He grinned. "So it wasn't my good looks and my charms?"

She raised her head. "Harry, you have no idea how to charm anyone. You just know how to be polite and honest." He raised and eyebrow. "But that makes it all the more charming when you compliment someone, because you believe it to be the truth."

"Sounds boring if you ask me."

"Hmph, compared to your usual exploits I'm sure you seem boring right now. But that's enough for me." She extended her arm across his chest as if she were hugging a giant Teddy Bear.

Another thought from that morning in the common room hit him. "Speaking of boringness. You seem to cure my nightmares."

She thought that over. "We've only slept together twice."

He shrugged. "Two nights without nightmares is basically a cure to me."

She smiled but an odd look covered her eyes. "Hmmm, I'm not sure. We need more data samples to extrapolate any kind of result for your hypothesis."

"I agree with you, but no big words this early in the morning please."

"You're breaking your own rule there mister."

He was confused. "What are you on about?"

The arm that was draped over him disappeared under the sheets and grabbed his manhood. "This is what I'm talking about."

He nearly jumped out of bed. "Shit Mione, I can't help that you know!"

"Why thank you Harry." He shook his head and sat up. She rolled over to face him, her chest distinctly braless. "Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna go have a shower and figure out what I'm going to do today." She fake-coughed. "We. Sorry Mione." He disappeared into the bathroom.

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Harry sat at the long table in the kitchen, sipping at his coffee while misty rain fell outside. The idea of making breakfast never actually occurred to him since he woke up. Instead, he mindlessly went through the motions that he went through every morning since living at Number Twelve. His brain busy coming to terms with the last few days, losing both his best friends but gaining what seemed like a girlfriend. Is she my girlfriend? He never ended up clarifying that fact, instead just enjoying the new sensations while trying to learn… How relationships work? Ok, first order of business. Make sure we are actually together. His thought were interrupted by the girl in question who appeared in the doorway.

"Are you expecting me to make breakfast?"

He turned to her in surprise. "What? Of course not. I was thinking about having breakfast out actually."

"Oh. Where are you thinking of going?"

"Err no idea. Do you know anywhere?"

"Around here, no."

He stood. "I suppose we'll just wander around until we find somewhere. You ready?"

"Nearly." She waved her wand in the direction of the stairs while Harry put on a black pea coat that hung on the nearby hook on the wall. He turned to her just in time to see her struggling with her long coat. Hurrying over, he helped her find the sleeve. With the coat fully wrapped around her she kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks" The spot her lips touched instantly warmed the skin. He led the way down the hall to hide his blush and held the front door open for her on instinct. Once on the footpath he looked left and right while she looked off into the distance.

Suddenly an idea struck him. "Mione, grab my hand?" She gave him a questioning look. "Please? I know a place." With that she relented and grasped his outstretched hand, and they disappeared with a quiet crack.

They appeared in an alleyway and Hermione looked around in confusion. He saw her look, "Trust me, we've been here before." Her eyes narrowed at this but she followed him as he retraced steps from one of the most frightening memories he had. They stopped outside of a dingy all-night Cafe and she let go of his hand. We were holding hands!?

She rounded on him. "You wanted to come here of all places!? Why?"

He looked around, taking in the features of the shop-front. "We fought to make places like this safe Mione. I don't think we should be scared, just because bad things have happened here before." He looked at her now. "I know I should take you somewhere better but I have no idea where to go. Next time?"

She smiled widely at this. "If that's a promise. I know what you're trying to do, but I'm only coming here once."

He held the door open for her. "Promise. Now, after you." She rolled her eyes but took advantage of the open door.

After browsing the dismal displays of shapes that resembled food, they agreed to get food elsewhere and just ordered coffee's. After finding a table against the wall his gaze roamed around the room, the only other customer was a tired looking tradesman. After their caffeinated beverages were served, he decided to get his question answered straight up. "Mione? Are we together?"

The look she gave him reminded him vividly of the times at Hogwarts when she found out how late he had left one of Binn's essays. "You mean after confessing our love for each other, then spending half the night snogging. You are unsure if we are and item?"

His eyes dropped to the cup in his hands. He mumbled, voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry. I just, still can't get my head around this. I just figured I would be living for Teddy's sake, I wouldn't have dreamed that we... would be together."

Her hand touched one of the hands that held his cup. "You know just what to say to a girl."

He snorted at that. "I really have no idea what to say to a girl."

"No, you were honest, in the best way possible." Her gaze moved to her own cup, "I'm sorry that I made it so hard Harry. It shouldn't have taken so long to come to terms with how I felt, I didn't believe it myself." She chuckled.

"It's ok. I'm just glad you're here now." He chuckled himself, "I suppose we're both broken."

She smiled. "I'll drink to that."

After sipping as much of the horrifying coffee they could, they apparated to Leadenhall Market. A place that Hagrid took Harry through on their way to The Leaky Cauldron. After a meal that far outshone the dreadful coffee's they'd had earlier they both settled into a comfortable silence. Until an unbidden thought crept into his mind. "We'll have to tell everyone won't we?"

She seemed to understand his inference. "I'm not sure how to tell him to be honest."

"He hasn't spoken to me since he visited Number Twelve."

He could see how uncomfortable she looked. "Why?"

"He said you'd been acting weird whenever he mentioned my name and wanted answers."

Her eyes narrowed. "What did you say?"

"I told him I loved you, and told you as such. But that it wasn't mutual and I thought you two were meant to be together."

Her expression softened. "That makes sense. He hasn't talked to me in a couple of days either."

"He probably thinks I've wronged him. Which I did, but I was desperate. I thought I'd lost you, I couldn't lose him too." He leaned back. "All I can do is apologise, not sure how much good it will do though."

"We'll still have to try."

He looked at her in surprise. "We?"

She put on her best Minerva expression. "Yes. We. You're stuck with me now Harry."

He snorted. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Despite his banter, Harry had an ominous feeling about telling everyone. The Weasley's especially. They had become the closest thing to family he'd ever had, would he be betraying them by being with Hermione? The break-up with Ginny had actually gone fairly well considering. But he did assume that they all, bar one, expected Ron to tie the knot with the girl opposite him. Telling them was the right thing to do, but he couldn't do it just yet. Maybe he was being selfish, but he wanted to get used to this, and to spend as many peaceful moments with her as possible before the peace was broken.

Just ask her. "Did you have any plans for the next few days?"

She tilted her head, studying him. "No, I've sent off all my applications."

"Oh?" I'll have to ask about that later. His insides writhed. "Want to stay at mine for a while?" She raised an eyebrow. Seeing her look he hurriedly added. "I don't mean like that! Just, you never got to see the library and other things." The eyebrow raised higher. Good move Potter, you just had to put your foot in it. "I mean-"

She smirked. "It's ok, of course I'll stay for a while. We'll just had to stop at my place first so I can grab my things."

I suppose telling Emma and Dan would be a good start. And I'll have to let Andi know. "Sounds good."

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They appeared in the hallway of the Granger residence and Harry could hardly contain the smile on his face. They'd spent some time after their meal wandering around muggle London, after which the saw a movie called The Matrix. Which they had quoted the whole way out of the Cinema, He'd never thought movies had gotten that good. Half of the action looked like magic to him, but it was cool all the same. Some of the lines actually spoke to him on a deeper level which surprised him. He'd started to ponder the significance of them in terms of his own career choices until he was distracted by Hermione who asked him what he thought about herself wearing so much leather. The image of a Hermione-Trinity thoroughly confused him to which she burst out laughing at the look on his face.

"Mum?" She called.

A voice from the back of the house replied. "In the conservatory darling."

She grabbed his hand and led him through the house, letting go when they reached a room off the lounge room that seemed to be made entirely of windows. Harry voiced his thoughts. "This reminds me of the ICW Building."

The two women answered him at the same time with different answers. The younger brightened. "Really?"

The older merely looked confused. "The what now?"

"Er-"

Hermione answered for him. "The International Confederation of Wizards in France, I've always wanted to go there."

"I'll take you sometime." Replied Harry casually. He turned to greet Emma and noticed her looking at them, eyes narrowed. "Hi Emma, where's Dan?"

"He's in the shower, would you two like some tea?"

His mouth did feel a bit dry after all the popcorn he'd eaten in the Cinema. "That'd be great thanks."

She motioned to one of the chairs. "Have a seat Harry. Darling, would you mind helping me with the tea?"

They both left the room leaving him to his thoughts as he looked out at the Garden. It looked well kept but couldn't keep his mind from wandering, then a wave of guilt struck him. Andi. I should have told her first. They had grown incredibly close since he'd left the country, he thought of her as the only family he had left and the thought that he had forgotten about her and Teddy rankled him. As he was alone still he raised his wand and concentrated, and his Patronus appeared before him. "Let Andi know that I'll be staying at the Manor for a few days." The Stag fairly galloped through the window and out into the night just as the women returned.

Hermione looked at the spot where his patronus had disappeared while placing the mugs on the coffee table. "Who was that to Harry?"

"Andi."

Her hand jumped to her mouth. "I'm sorry Harry it's-"

"No, its mine. I let her know where I'll be, she'll probably drop by at some point."

Emma looked at the two curiously. "What has got you two in such a tizzy?

The teens looked at each other, wondering just how to answer that question.

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