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Naturally Attracted
Hermione was cold, perhaps it had something to do with leaving Harry's warm embrace and tender kisses.Or perhaps it was just because she was outside at midnight in a short sleeveless dress with no cloak to be seen. What have I done? She thought. I shouldn't have run out on him like that, not exactly a very Gryffindor thing to do.but then what else could I have done? Hermione apparated herself in front of a familiar door and proceeded to knock. A de- furred Draco Malfoy who was now standing in front of her, wearing a dressing gown, soon answered it.
Draco looked at Hermione in her full attire and then a grin came upon his face. "Hermione, darling! I know you want to tell everyone about our hot and heavy affair but now is really not a good time."
If this was any other situation then Hermione may have smiled but she was in too miserable a mood to do even that. "It was Ginny I wanted to see."
"Oh, so it's like that is it?"
"Hermione, what are you doing here?" Ginny asked curiously as she made her way to the door. Hermione looked at Draco and grew a little uncomfortable, Ginny caught on to this and gave Draco a meaningful look and after a few seconds he got the hint and walked away leaving the two women to talk freely.
"I'm sorry about this intrusion, Ginny, I just needed to talk to someone." Hermione tried to explain.
"No worries. Do come in, you look as though any second now you're going to freeze." Ginny told her, growing concerned. "You do realise that it's 12am, don't you?"
"That late? I'm really sorry Gin-"
"No, don't apologise, I'm just wondering what could be so important that you'd come at this hour looking so gloomy?!" Ginny asked as she gestured for Hermione to sit down at the kitchen table. "Would you like some hot chocolate, that usually does the trick for me when I'm feeling down.that or some fruitful time with Draco."
"Did someone say my name?" Draco asked loudly from another room.
"No!" The two women replied in unison.
"I'd prefer some coffee.strong coffee, actually." Hermione said, trying not to look at Ginny as she got used to the warmth inside the house.but then again something wasn't right with this warmth, it just didn't feel right.
Ginny knew Hermione was avoiding the question, so she stared at her friend trying to work out what the matter was and then it came to her. "You slept with Harry, didn't you?"
"No! It was nothing like that." Hermione protested but she still refused to look at Ginny when she said this.
"Are you sure about that? Ooh I've got it! He kissed you!" Ginny exclaimed as her face lit up.
"No!" Hermione began to protest again.and then she realised that Ginny was actually right. "Well, okay, yes."
"I knew it! I knew you two couldn't stay away from each other forever but hang on a second, why are you so glum?" Ginny asked, as she grew even more confused at Hermione's behaviour.
Hermione was silent. Why was she so glum? Ah, yes, the best friend thing!
"Ah, it's the best friend thing, isn't it?" Ginny said matter-of-factly as she read her friend's expression.
Hermione was gob smacked. "How do you do that?"
"I knew that issue had to arise sometime with either you or Harry but more likely with you. You see your problem is that you think too much, Hermione. " Ginny said wisely as she passed Hermione her coffee.
"But think about it, Ginny. Going forward like this with Harry would mean us risking our friendship, I could lose him if it doesn't work. And he'll probably end up hating me and he'd move out and that would be it. 16 years of friendship flooed down the fireplace because of temptation." Hermione said, her mind going in overdrive. Coffee usually has that effect. Or maybe the effect was just being Hermione.
"Wait a minute," Ginny cried holding her arms up in surrender. "What makes you think that you aren't going to make it? You and Harry care about each other so much all ready, so what makes you think that by being in a romantic relationship you're going to grow apart? In all these years that's the most stupid thing I've heard from you Hermione Granger, I am thoroughly disappointed."
"Sorry." Hermione said quietly, feeling like she was a student at Hogwarts again and was being scolded by none other than Professor McGonnagal.
"Hermione, honey, let me give you a small example of what I see between you two: A few weeks ago at Fred and Angelina's wedding whenever some floozy came over to chat up Harry she wouldn't get very far, do you know why?"
"Why?" Hermione said in a silent whisper, although she already knew the answer to this question.
"Because you'd be there. And do you know why you never were able to dance with the wizards who were flirting with you?"
Hermione smiled and decided to answer this question. "Because whenever I'd make a move to the dance floor with someone, Harry would come up to us and say to my supposed partner: 'Do you mind if I take this one?'"
"Exactly." Ginny said smiling, feeling as though her mission was complete. "And you know what? It's even in his name. Think about it, Harry Potter equals H.P, which equals Hermione's Poodle!"
"Poodle?"
"Poodle of love," Ginny completed. Hermione still didn't understand. "It's what I call Draco to get him in the mood."
"You call Draco a poodle? I'd have thought you'd rather have called him a rabbit after what Ron did." Hermione said laughing, as she tried to imagine Harry's face if she was to ever call him a poodle.
"Rabbit? What did Ron do?" Ginny asked with suspicion filling her mind. "And how would Ron have been involved in this exactly?"
"Don't tell me he hasn't told you?" Pause. "So you really don't know?" Ginny shook her head, her eyes narrowing. Well, you've really put your foot in it this time haven't you, Hermione? Er, sorry Ron!
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I really should see Alicia before she goes to work. Ron thought as he tried to find some cornflakes in what he hoped would soon be known as the Potter's kitchen. "Good morning, Harry."
"I'd have preferred a good night instead!" Came the answer.
"Well I did say I didn't mind taking the couch." Ron reminded his friend as he went over to sit with him with a bowl of cornflakes in his hand. He noticed that Harry still had his clothes on from the previous night. "Couldn't sleep?"
"No."
"Oh." Ron looked around, trying to work out what was missing. "Is Hermione still in bed?"
Harry flinched. "No. She's not at home."
Ron frowned. "Do you think she's still with what's his name, David or something?"
"No."
Ron groaned. "You should try speaking in informative sentences, it usually helps the listener understand things better."
To an outsider, at this point, it may have looked as though the green-eyed man was about to burst into flames the colour of the red headed man's hair but alas that did not happen. Instead the green-eyed man chose this moment to let his head fall to the surface of the coffee table in front of him and the eyes of the red headed man widened in realisation.
"You kissed her." Ron stated, his eyes smiling.
"Yes." Harry replied in a muffled voice with his head still quite attached to the table.
"But she ran out on you, didn't she?" Ron said as he examined his friend's distressing state.
"What? How did you.How do you do that?" Harry asked as he finally lifted his head from the table and stared at Ron.
"It's just a Weasley thing." Ron explained, dismissing that matter quickly. "So, what happened?"
"Well, I kissed her and at first she kissed me back but then she pushed me away from her and gave me this look, urgh, I'll never forget that look. It was as though she thought I was this infectious disease and.and.and it hurt Ron." Harry tried to explain between the sobs that just got stuck in his throat. "I mean I've had a really messy break up from a relationship in the past and I'm certain that Hermione running away from me hurt so much more than that break up ever did, which is funny because Hermione and I weren't even dating."
"Harry," Ron began gently." Hermione doesn't think you're an infectious disease, I'm pretty sure of that. I think she just pushed you away because she was scared."
"Of what? Me?" Harry asked incredulously.
"No, of losing what she already has with you; A strong friendship. Harry, she clearly cares about you so much that she couldn't stand to lose you if something went wrong with your relationship. Harry, what did it feel like kissing Hermione?"
"It felt like Paradise." He answered without hesitation.
"Then you can't let that paradise slip. You need to convince Hermione that a relationship between the two of you would be a brilliant one." Ron advised. "Do you remember the time when Hermione and I dated back in our fifth year?"
"Yes."
"Well, it didn't last very long. In fact it barely lasted two months, do you know why?"
"Why?" Harry asked curiously.
"Because we weren't meant to be together. Both of you haven't exactly had thriving relationships with anyone of your previous partners and I believe the reason to that has been obvious to everyone except the two of you for quite a while now."
Harry kept silent.
"Hermione and you belong together, that's the reason! You're perfect for each other; I mean it's even in her name. Hermione Granger equals H. G which equals to Harry's girl!"
Harry laughed. "So you're saying that her parents named her Hermione because they knew that in the future she'd meet a person named Harry?
"For the purpose of this conversation.yes! Absolutely." Ron replied lamely.
Harry smiled and then turned to Ron and asked. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
"Forgetting? I don't think so."
"Right. By the way, last night I got an owl from Alicia when you were sleeping. If I remember correctly it said something along the lines of, 'If Ron happens to be there and if he still can't quite work out what I was going on about last night then just put me out of my misery and tell him he forgot our anniversary!'"
Ron went white. "Shit, so now I'm going to be murdered by two women. I think Trelawney was right in what she said about me."
"What? That you'd be eaten by a flobber worm?"
"No, the one where she told me that my grim were women."
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Hermione had about fifteen minutes of her lunch break left but she decided to go back to her office to prepare some notes for her next client; a ghost who was depressed due to marital problems. The main reason for this was not only because she wasn't hungry but also because every time she tried to relax she'd just end up thinking about him again. She just couldn't get him out of her head.or her heart for that matter. She desperately wanted to talk to him or hold him or even better just kiss him. She had spent the last night at Ginny's, trying to get her head around what she would say to Harry the following morning but when she had reached home in the morning Harry wasn't there. The flat had just felt cold and empty then, Hermione shivered just thinking about it.
"Hermione?"
Suddenly a warm feeling grew inside Hermione and all thoughts about the cold and emptiness were wiped away as she turned from her notes to look at the man who was closing her office door behind him. There was no mistaking it. It was Harry.
Great! Hermione thought. So now I'm having coffee induced hallucinations.
"Hermione? Are you okay?" Harry asked as he pulled Hermione out of her thoughts and back to reality, which of course was no hallucination.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She shook her head. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at work?"
"I am but surely I can't go if I'm sick?" He said, his eyes twinkling as he sat down on the chair that all Hermione's patients would sit on.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked in concern as she moved herself to sit next to him.
"I'm crazy." He answered simply.
"What?" This was an answer Hermione hadn't been expecting.
"I need your help. You see there's this girl and I'm crazy about her, she means more to me than everything I've ever had put together. She has fly about hair that smells like vanilla, she has an innocent yet alluring face that you just can't stop staring at, and she also has the most beautiful mind that I've ever been acquainted with." Harry moved himself closer to Hermione, his eyes gazing intently into hers. All Hermione could think of was that if her heart was to beat any faster or harder then it would surely break through her chest. "And she has these eyes." Harry continued. "These deep brown eyes that you just can't help drowning in and Hermione, I think I'm drowning. It's as though she's got this spell on me."
"Does she know how you feel about her?" Hermione asked, her cheeks growing redder and redder with every second that went by.
"That's what I want to know. You see I've been having these dreams where I try to show her how I feel but she just runs away. I was wondering if you could interpret it for me?" Harry explained, trying to choose his words carefully as he covered Hermione's hand with his.
"I think that when you see her next you should let her show you the way she feels." Hermione said slyly.
"Really-" but Harry couldn't finish his sentence because now Hermione's soft and tender lips were claiming his. Yes, Paradise is the only way to describe this. Harry thought.
As both of them engaged in the act of indulging in each other they did not feel the presence of a floating member in the room.well that was until-
"Ooh, Dr. Granger." Said a voice. The supposed Dr. Granger broke away from a reluctant green eyed man, who actually looked more like a cross eyed man since his glasses were askew on the floor. "I came in for my appointment with you but it seems as though I'm going to have to cancel. In fact I'll cancel all of my sessions this week, I think I've finally worked out what I was doing wrong." And with that a smiling female ghost drifted out the room.
"Who was that?" Harry asked, although he seemed more interested in Hermione's neck than he was in the actual question that he asked.
"That was the ghost I had an appointment with now. She was going through marital problems although she says now she's worked out what was going wrong." Hermione smiled at the thought and then looked at the man in whose arms she was. He smiled back at her and in that moment they both realised what they had been missing for so long; each other.
"You know something?" Harry asked her gently.
"What?"
"You're my girl, Hermione." Harry told her.
"And you're my poodle, Harry." Hermione told him, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Poodle?" Harry stated in both wonder and confusion. Hermione laughed. Yes, that's exactly what I thought his expression would be like.
Dismissing the idea of he himself being a poodle but concentrating on the fact that the woman of his dreams was in his arms, Harry said. "I do believe that you have a session free now since your ghost cancelled and I do believe I know a way of passing that time."
Hermione was way ahead of him.
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Author's Note: Well, that is the last chapter; I did say it was short! Thanks to everyone who reviewed last time! This chapter was dedicated to all H/Hers.
Naturally Attracted
Hermione was cold, perhaps it had something to do with leaving Harry's warm embrace and tender kisses.Or perhaps it was just because she was outside at midnight in a short sleeveless dress with no cloak to be seen. What have I done? She thought. I shouldn't have run out on him like that, not exactly a very Gryffindor thing to do.but then what else could I have done? Hermione apparated herself in front of a familiar door and proceeded to knock. A de- furred Draco Malfoy who was now standing in front of her, wearing a dressing gown, soon answered it.
Draco looked at Hermione in her full attire and then a grin came upon his face. "Hermione, darling! I know you want to tell everyone about our hot and heavy affair but now is really not a good time."
If this was any other situation then Hermione may have smiled but she was in too miserable a mood to do even that. "It was Ginny I wanted to see."
"Oh, so it's like that is it?"
"Hermione, what are you doing here?" Ginny asked curiously as she made her way to the door. Hermione looked at Draco and grew a little uncomfortable, Ginny caught on to this and gave Draco a meaningful look and after a few seconds he got the hint and walked away leaving the two women to talk freely.
"I'm sorry about this intrusion, Ginny, I just needed to talk to someone." Hermione tried to explain.
"No worries. Do come in, you look as though any second now you're going to freeze." Ginny told her, growing concerned. "You do realise that it's 12am, don't you?"
"That late? I'm really sorry Gin-"
"No, don't apologise, I'm just wondering what could be so important that you'd come at this hour looking so gloomy?!" Ginny asked as she gestured for Hermione to sit down at the kitchen table. "Would you like some hot chocolate, that usually does the trick for me when I'm feeling down.that or some fruitful time with Draco."
"Did someone say my name?" Draco asked loudly from another room.
"No!" The two women replied in unison.
"I'd prefer some coffee.strong coffee, actually." Hermione said, trying not to look at Ginny as she got used to the warmth inside the house.but then again something wasn't right with this warmth, it just didn't feel right.
Ginny knew Hermione was avoiding the question, so she stared at her friend trying to work out what the matter was and then it came to her. "You slept with Harry, didn't you?"
"No! It was nothing like that." Hermione protested but she still refused to look at Ginny when she said this.
"Are you sure about that? Ooh I've got it! He kissed you!" Ginny exclaimed as her face lit up.
"No!" Hermione began to protest again.and then she realised that Ginny was actually right. "Well, okay, yes."
"I knew it! I knew you two couldn't stay away from each other forever but hang on a second, why are you so glum?" Ginny asked, as she grew even more confused at Hermione's behaviour.
Hermione was silent. Why was she so glum? Ah, yes, the best friend thing!
"Ah, it's the best friend thing, isn't it?" Ginny said matter-of-factly as she read her friend's expression.
Hermione was gob smacked. "How do you do that?"
"I knew that issue had to arise sometime with either you or Harry but more likely with you. You see your problem is that you think too much, Hermione. " Ginny said wisely as she passed Hermione her coffee.
"But think about it, Ginny. Going forward like this with Harry would mean us risking our friendship, I could lose him if it doesn't work. And he'll probably end up hating me and he'd move out and that would be it. 16 years of friendship flooed down the fireplace because of temptation." Hermione said, her mind going in overdrive. Coffee usually has that effect. Or maybe the effect was just being Hermione.
"Wait a minute," Ginny cried holding her arms up in surrender. "What makes you think that you aren't going to make it? You and Harry care about each other so much all ready, so what makes you think that by being in a romantic relationship you're going to grow apart? In all these years that's the most stupid thing I've heard from you Hermione Granger, I am thoroughly disappointed."
"Sorry." Hermione said quietly, feeling like she was a student at Hogwarts again and was being scolded by none other than Professor McGonnagal.
"Hermione, honey, let me give you a small example of what I see between you two: A few weeks ago at Fred and Angelina's wedding whenever some floozy came over to chat up Harry she wouldn't get very far, do you know why?"
"Why?" Hermione said in a silent whisper, although she already knew the answer to this question.
"Because you'd be there. And do you know why you never were able to dance with the wizards who were flirting with you?"
Hermione smiled and decided to answer this question. "Because whenever I'd make a move to the dance floor with someone, Harry would come up to us and say to my supposed partner: 'Do you mind if I take this one?'"
"Exactly." Ginny said smiling, feeling as though her mission was complete. "And you know what? It's even in his name. Think about it, Harry Potter equals H.P, which equals Hermione's Poodle!"
"Poodle?"
"Poodle of love," Ginny completed. Hermione still didn't understand. "It's what I call Draco to get him in the mood."
"You call Draco a poodle? I'd have thought you'd rather have called him a rabbit after what Ron did." Hermione said laughing, as she tried to imagine Harry's face if she was to ever call him a poodle.
"Rabbit? What did Ron do?" Ginny asked with suspicion filling her mind. "And how would Ron have been involved in this exactly?"
"Don't tell me he hasn't told you?" Pause. "So you really don't know?" Ginny shook her head, her eyes narrowing. Well, you've really put your foot in it this time haven't you, Hermione? Er, sorry Ron!
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I really should see Alicia before she goes to work. Ron thought as he tried to find some cornflakes in what he hoped would soon be known as the Potter's kitchen. "Good morning, Harry."
"I'd have preferred a good night instead!" Came the answer.
"Well I did say I didn't mind taking the couch." Ron reminded his friend as he went over to sit with him with a bowl of cornflakes in his hand. He noticed that Harry still had his clothes on from the previous night. "Couldn't sleep?"
"No."
"Oh." Ron looked around, trying to work out what was missing. "Is Hermione still in bed?"
Harry flinched. "No. She's not at home."
Ron frowned. "Do you think she's still with what's his name, David or something?"
"No."
Ron groaned. "You should try speaking in informative sentences, it usually helps the listener understand things better."
To an outsider, at this point, it may have looked as though the green-eyed man was about to burst into flames the colour of the red headed man's hair but alas that did not happen. Instead the green-eyed man chose this moment to let his head fall to the surface of the coffee table in front of him and the eyes of the red headed man widened in realisation.
"You kissed her." Ron stated, his eyes smiling.
"Yes." Harry replied in a muffled voice with his head still quite attached to the table.
"But she ran out on you, didn't she?" Ron said as he examined his friend's distressing state.
"What? How did you.How do you do that?" Harry asked as he finally lifted his head from the table and stared at Ron.
"It's just a Weasley thing." Ron explained, dismissing that matter quickly. "So, what happened?"
"Well, I kissed her and at first she kissed me back but then she pushed me away from her and gave me this look, urgh, I'll never forget that look. It was as though she thought I was this infectious disease and.and.and it hurt Ron." Harry tried to explain between the sobs that just got stuck in his throat. "I mean I've had a really messy break up from a relationship in the past and I'm certain that Hermione running away from me hurt so much more than that break up ever did, which is funny because Hermione and I weren't even dating."
"Harry," Ron began gently." Hermione doesn't think you're an infectious disease, I'm pretty sure of that. I think she just pushed you away because she was scared."
"Of what? Me?" Harry asked incredulously.
"No, of losing what she already has with you; A strong friendship. Harry, she clearly cares about you so much that she couldn't stand to lose you if something went wrong with your relationship. Harry, what did it feel like kissing Hermione?"
"It felt like Paradise." He answered without hesitation.
"Then you can't let that paradise slip. You need to convince Hermione that a relationship between the two of you would be a brilliant one." Ron advised. "Do you remember the time when Hermione and I dated back in our fifth year?"
"Yes."
"Well, it didn't last very long. In fact it barely lasted two months, do you know why?"
"Why?" Harry asked curiously.
"Because we weren't meant to be together. Both of you haven't exactly had thriving relationships with anyone of your previous partners and I believe the reason to that has been obvious to everyone except the two of you for quite a while now."
Harry kept silent.
"Hermione and you belong together, that's the reason! You're perfect for each other; I mean it's even in her name. Hermione Granger equals H. G which equals to Harry's girl!"
Harry laughed. "So you're saying that her parents named her Hermione because they knew that in the future she'd meet a person named Harry?
"For the purpose of this conversation.yes! Absolutely." Ron replied lamely.
Harry smiled and then turned to Ron and asked. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
"Forgetting? I don't think so."
"Right. By the way, last night I got an owl from Alicia when you were sleeping. If I remember correctly it said something along the lines of, 'If Ron happens to be there and if he still can't quite work out what I was going on about last night then just put me out of my misery and tell him he forgot our anniversary!'"
Ron went white. "Shit, so now I'm going to be murdered by two women. I think Trelawney was right in what she said about me."
"What? That you'd be eaten by a flobber worm?"
"No, the one where she told me that my grim were women."
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Hermione had about fifteen minutes of her lunch break left but she decided to go back to her office to prepare some notes for her next client; a ghost who was depressed due to marital problems. The main reason for this was not only because she wasn't hungry but also because every time she tried to relax she'd just end up thinking about him again. She just couldn't get him out of her head.or her heart for that matter. She desperately wanted to talk to him or hold him or even better just kiss him. She had spent the last night at Ginny's, trying to get her head around what she would say to Harry the following morning but when she had reached home in the morning Harry wasn't there. The flat had just felt cold and empty then, Hermione shivered just thinking about it.
"Hermione?"
Suddenly a warm feeling grew inside Hermione and all thoughts about the cold and emptiness were wiped away as she turned from her notes to look at the man who was closing her office door behind him. There was no mistaking it. It was Harry.
Great! Hermione thought. So now I'm having coffee induced hallucinations.
"Hermione? Are you okay?" Harry asked as he pulled Hermione out of her thoughts and back to reality, which of course was no hallucination.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She shook her head. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at work?"
"I am but surely I can't go if I'm sick?" He said, his eyes twinkling as he sat down on the chair that all Hermione's patients would sit on.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked in concern as she moved herself to sit next to him.
"I'm crazy." He answered simply.
"What?" This was an answer Hermione hadn't been expecting.
"I need your help. You see there's this girl and I'm crazy about her, she means more to me than everything I've ever had put together. She has fly about hair that smells like vanilla, she has an innocent yet alluring face that you just can't stop staring at, and she also has the most beautiful mind that I've ever been acquainted with." Harry moved himself closer to Hermione, his eyes gazing intently into hers. All Hermione could think of was that if her heart was to beat any faster or harder then it would surely break through her chest. "And she has these eyes." Harry continued. "These deep brown eyes that you just can't help drowning in and Hermione, I think I'm drowning. It's as though she's got this spell on me."
"Does she know how you feel about her?" Hermione asked, her cheeks growing redder and redder with every second that went by.
"That's what I want to know. You see I've been having these dreams where I try to show her how I feel but she just runs away. I was wondering if you could interpret it for me?" Harry explained, trying to choose his words carefully as he covered Hermione's hand with his.
"I think that when you see her next you should let her show you the way she feels." Hermione said slyly.
"Really-" but Harry couldn't finish his sentence because now Hermione's soft and tender lips were claiming his. Yes, Paradise is the only way to describe this. Harry thought.
As both of them engaged in the act of indulging in each other they did not feel the presence of a floating member in the room.well that was until-
"Ooh, Dr. Granger." Said a voice. The supposed Dr. Granger broke away from a reluctant green eyed man, who actually looked more like a cross eyed man since his glasses were askew on the floor. "I came in for my appointment with you but it seems as though I'm going to have to cancel. In fact I'll cancel all of my sessions this week, I think I've finally worked out what I was doing wrong." And with that a smiling female ghost drifted out the room.
"Who was that?" Harry asked, although he seemed more interested in Hermione's neck than he was in the actual question that he asked.
"That was the ghost I had an appointment with now. She was going through marital problems although she says now she's worked out what was going wrong." Hermione smiled at the thought and then looked at the man in whose arms she was. He smiled back at her and in that moment they both realised what they had been missing for so long; each other.
"You know something?" Harry asked her gently.
"What?"
"You're my girl, Hermione." Harry told her.
"And you're my poodle, Harry." Hermione told him, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Poodle?" Harry stated in both wonder and confusion. Hermione laughed. Yes, that's exactly what I thought his expression would be like.
Dismissing the idea of he himself being a poodle but concentrating on the fact that the woman of his dreams was in his arms, Harry said. "I do believe that you have a session free now since your ghost cancelled and I do believe I know a way of passing that time."
Hermione was way ahead of him.
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Author's Note: Well, that is the last chapter; I did say it was short! Thanks to everyone who reviewed last time! This chapter was dedicated to all H/Hers.