After Hogwarts:

Disclaimer: I own Hermia, Madeline, and Geri and Henry Calsa. J.K. Rowling owns everybody else. Disney owns The Little Mermaid.

A/N: Thanks to those who reviewed my last chapter. I would have had this up sooner, but I've had a lot of homework lately. Stupid teachers giving us so much homework before Christmas break…Here's the next chapter, enjoy!

Chapter 6

When Harry woke up the next morning, the last thing he remembered dreaming about was Hermione. He remembered falling asleep thinking about Madeline, but he couldn't remember when he started to dream about Hermione. He knew that he should be thinking about Madeline after her death, but he kind of enjoyed that dream he was having about Hermione (A/N: You can make up your own dreams that Harry could have about Hermione). Harry sighed, ran his hand through his hair, grabbed his clothes, and headed upstairs to the bathroom. About ten minutes later, Harry got out of the shower and was about to head downstairs when Hermia's cries filled the house so he headed to Hermia's room.

"Come here Hermy-baby," Harry said as he picked up Hermia. "Let's go downstairs."

Hermia nodded and Harry headed downstairs. When they got downstairs, Hermione was already cooking breakfast. She smiled as Harry sat Hermia in her seat.

"When did you get up Hermione?" Harry asked.

"When you got in the shower, the sound of water wakened me," Hermione replied.

"Hermione, you really don't have to do that, you're our guest, let me cook," Harry said, taking the frying pan from Hermione.

"Harry, let me cook please! Just letting me stay here is enough, at least let me do the cooking," Hermione said, trying to take the pan from Harry.

"Listen, go sit down and talk to Hermia about something while I finish making you both breakfast," Harry said as he guided Hermione to a seat.

Hermione gave Harry a disapproving look before turning to Hermia. Harry grinned and turned towards the oven to finish making the pancakes Hermione had started to make.

"So Hermy, what do you do for a living?" Harry asked as he kept an eye on the cooking pancakes.

"Uh, actually right now I'm going to Oxford for my degree," Hermione said.

"Oh. That's cool," Harry replied.

Hermione nodded and silence fell over the two. Hermia's chatter was going on and on and was the only noise in the house being made. Harry took the pancakes off the frying pan, handed a plate to both Hermione and Hermia, and then sat down himself.

"I think I'll go into Auror training once the truth comes out about me being alive and Voldie being dead," Harry said. "That is if little old Voldie didn't know about the spell."

"Well I hope he really is dead," Hermione said, looking up from her breakfast. "So the Wizard and Muggle words can finally have peace."

"Uh-huh. Hermione?" Harry asked and Hermione looked up at him. "How can you trust me again so easily? I mean, I disappear from your life and when I return it's because everyone thinks that I'm dead. Then I turn up at your apartment building alive and well, and you knew that I killed people for Voldemort and I was supposed to kill you and Ron."

"Well Harry, I believe it's because I was, and am, so relieved that you're alive and not dead. You also lured me out of my flat because you said those seven little words-'If you were ever my best friend…'" Hermione placed a hand over Harry's. "I also believe it's because now I have another chance with you, for us to be together."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked. "You loved Ron, you always have."

"NO! I never loved Ron! Sure I might have had a friendly crush on him, but you always had my heart. Why do you think I broke up with him so many times?"

"Then why didn't-" Harry was cut off by Hermia pulling on his shirt.

"Done Daddy," Hermia said, looking up at Harry with her great, big emerald eyes.

"Okay Hermy-baby. Just leave you plate and go play in your room or in the living room," Harry sweetly told his daughter.

Hermia nodded and bounced out of the room-literally. Harry turned back to Hermione.

"Why didn't you ever tell me about you and Ron?" Harry asked.

"Oh Harry, I had loved you for a long time and I didn't believe you'd ever love me back. Ron was there and he liked me, you were going out with Ginny during the summer before our 7th year so naturally I turned to Ron. You were also going out with Lavender before Ginny, and Cho before Lavender."

"I only went out with Lavender and Ginny because I wanted to hide my feelings for you and from everyone, including myself!" Harry exclaimed. "And the time with Cho, which was only one date, I didn't like you like that, or maybe I did, I just didn't know it then."

"Oh great Merlin's ghost, we really messed this up, didn't we?" Hermione cried out.

"I think we did, but now we can be together," Harry said in a calming voice.

Hermione looked up at Harry with her great, sad chocolate brown eyes. She looked as if she had been crying, even though a single tear never escaped to roll down her cheeks. Harry cupped Hermione's face in his hands and kissed her lips tenderly. Their lips were only together for a short while when Harry pulled away, tempting Hermione.

"I've got to clean the dishes," Harry said, rising from the table. "Then I think you have to go to class and I have to talk to Madeline's parents and Draco about funeral arrangements for Madeline."

"Since when are you friends with a Malfoy?" Hermione asked.

"Since I joined Voldemort and married Madeline. Yes Madeline and Draco were really close."

"How exactly were they related?"

"Affair, one of Lucious's cousins had had an affair with Madeline's mum, got her pregnant, and then she had Madeline," Harry said as he finished cleaning the dishes.

"Didn't Madeline's mum get married though?"

"Yes, Geri met Henry and they immediately fell for each other. Henry wanted to be there for Geri while she was pregnant with Madeline, she was thrilled and they were soon married. Then Madeline went looking for her biological father since none of her parents' family had blonde hair, so she figured that Henry wasn't her real father. She asked her mum and Geri told her everything. So Madeline looked for him and she found the Malfoy's. Soon afterwards, Draco and Madeline met up and they became close. When I joined Voldemort, Draco was the only one I knew so I hung around with him and Voldie. Draco introduced me to Madeline and you know the rest," Harry sighed. "Now shouldn't you be getting to class?"

"Yes, bye. I'll see you later," Hermione then Disapparated.

Harry left his spot from the sink, and went into the living room. In here, Hermia was lying on the ground, sucking her thumb, and watching T.V. Hermia didn't even notice Harry come in, and Harry smiled to himself. He snuck up behind Hermia and started to tickle her.

"N-no!" squealed Hermia.

"Okay," Harry abruptly stopped. "How about we get you changed, then we'll head over to your grandparents'?"

Hermia nodded enthusiastically, and Harry picked her up. Harry took Hermia up to her room, and quickly changed her out of her pajamas and into some day-time clothes. Once Hermia was changed, Harry Disapparated to Madeline's parents' house with Hermia in his arms. When Harry Apparated, he was facing a red-eye Geri Calsa. Harry put Hermia down and she ran to her grandmother's outstretched arms.

"How you holding up Geri?" Harry asked, shoving his hands into his pockets and walking over to Geri and Hermia.

"Not to well Harry. Since you told me about M-Madeline yesterday, I haven't been able to stop crying," Geri cried. "I mean she was my only child, and damn You-Know-Who had to kill her. Damn him! I knew she should have never joined him!"

Harry wrapped his arms around Geri, and patted her back.

"Shh. It'll be okay. You'll get through this. Henry, Draco and I are all here for you," Harry murmured.

"I know," Geri nodded and pulled away from Harry with Hermia still in her arms.

Geri guided Harry into the kitchen, placed Hermia down, and started to make some tea. Harry got cups out, placed them onto the counter and sat down. The tea kettle went off, and Geri poured both Harry and her some tea, and then she sat down herself.

"So what do you think we should do for Madeline's funeral?" Harry asked after he took a sip of his tea.

"Well I was thinking that you should be Speaker," Geri replied.

"No Geri. I couldn't take that from you. You should be the one to talk about Madeline's life," Harry protested.

"Okay Harry, I'll be Speaker," Geri said, smiling sadly.

For the next two hours, Harry and Geri talked about Madeline's funeral arrangements, and then Harry stood from his chair.

"Well since we covered everything, I guess Hermia and I should be heading back," Harry said, picking Hermia up from her spot on the floor. "We'll see you at the funeral. Make sure to say 'hi' to Henry for us."

"Of course Harry. Bye Hermia," Geri said.

Hermia waved before Harry Disapparated back to their flat.

"So what do you think we should do for the rest of the day Hermy-baby?" Harry asked as he put Hermia down.

Hermia just shrugged and Harry sighed.

"Well how about we watch a movie before lunch?" Harry asked. Hermia nodded. "Okay, you go pick a movie, and then when I'm done checking Voldie, I'll set up the video."

Hermia nodded, and ran towards the living room. Harry grinned and head upstairs. When he reached the room when where Voldemort was kept, Harry tapped the wall with his wand, and he could see that Voldemort was in the same place that he left him. After Harry tapped the wall again, and went back downstairs into the living room.

"This one Daddy, this one," Hermia said, running up to Harry, and showed him a movie.

"So you want to watch The Little Mermaid do you?" Harry asked as he took the movie from Hermia.

Hermia nodded enthusiastically and Harry put the movie into the DVD player. Harry walked over to the couch, sat down, and Hermia ran over to the couch where Harry was. She climbed onto the couch and cuddled up next to her father. For about the next hour and a half, Harry and Hermia sat watching the movie. Once the movie was done, Harry turned it off and went into the kitchen. Hermia followed Harry to the kitchen and sat in her seat. Harry made a small lunch for Hermia and himself and set part of the meal in front of Hermia.

After finishing his lunch, Harry cleaned up the dishes and picked Hermia up.

"Do you think I should see if Draco can come over?" Harry asked Hermia.

Hermia nodded and smiled in return. Harry pulled out a mirror and flipped it open.

"Draco!" Harry yelled into the mirror.

The image of Draco appeared in Harry's mirror (A/N: No, these aren't the mirrors Sirius gave Harry in his fifth year).

"What?" Draco practically yelled into the mirror.

"Can you come over? You need to know some things," Harry replied, trying to keep the mirror out of Hermia's reach.

"Okay. I'll be right over," Draco said some what joyfully.

Draco's image disappeared from Harry's mirror, and Harry put the mirror into his pocket. Seconds later, Draco appeared in front of Harry and Hermia.

"So what did you have to discuss with me?" Draco asked.

"Follow me, and I'll show you," Harry said, leading Draco to the stairs. "Why did you seem so happy when I asked you to come over?"

"Ginny is having one of those days where she wants one thing one moment, then something else the next," Draco replied.

"Ah, I see. I remember those days," Harry chuckled as he tapped the wall.

Draco's eyes widened as he looked into the room. His face got even paler then its normal skin tone.

"Is t-that –?" Draco started.

"Yeah, it's our friend Voldemort," Harry said without much enthusiasm.

"Well is he dead?"

"I'm not sure yet. I have to wait until tomorrow to see."

Draco had a confused look on his face and Harry explained the theory that he had. Once Harry finished, Draco nodded.

"Oh," was all Draco could say.

"So if he really is dead, I'll call you tomorrow to tell you to bring an Auror or somebody. Okay?" Harry asked, tapping the mirror/wall so it went back to being a wall.

"Okay. Was there anything else you needed to discuss?" Draco asked, following Harry down the stairs.

"Actually yes, there was. Madeline was killed yesterday, that's why Voldie is dead, and Geri will be the Speaker at her funeral," Harry said sadly. "Here's a list of the mourners invited," Harry took a piece of parchment off his fridge and handed it to Draco.

Draco looked it over and did a semi-nod to Harry. "I can't believe Madeline was killed… I don't think you missed anybody," Draco handed the parchment back to Harry. "Well I have to head back home, like I said before, Ginny's in one of her craving moods."

"That's a bit early don't you think? Madeline's cravings with Hermy-baby here didn't start until her first trimester was finished," Harry replied, shaking Hermia gently in his arms. Hermia started to giggle.

"Yes, but I guess all pregnancies are different. So tell me whether You-Know-Who is really dead or not," Draco said before Disapparated.

"Say Voldemort!" Harry yelled after Draco.

A/N: Well that was the sixth chapter, what did everyone think? Please Review or give me a Flame, thanks.