The Truth Reveled in a Strange Way
"Harry, don't you want to get married?" Hermione asked him.
The question he dreaded the most had come. He knew it would.
It was five years after Hogwarts and Harry was 23 years old. He had passed as an Auror and was actually in the top department. Ron had actually found a job at the Ministry reversing magical accidents. It was called The Department of Magical Messes Reversers. Ginny married Neville and became a healer at St. Mungo's. Fred and George were practically richer than Malfoy who surprisingly didn't succeed in anything particular.
Hermione was working for the Order. She was switching jobs trying to get info on Voldemort by getting close to people.
That really made Harry nervous seeing as how he didn't want her hurt. This lead back to their discussion.
"Yes I do 'Mione!" he yelled frustrated.
"Then why won't you propose! I am tired of waiting! We've talked about marriage before, why not get married!"
Anger filled him, "Because I don't want you getting hurt!"
his anger slowed and he calmed down , "I love you Hermione I really do, but Voldemort is still out there and if he finds out I have feelings for you……."
He shuddered. Hermione meant the world to him and if she got hurt……
He didn't even want to think of the consequences.
The look on Hermione's face was unbearable. He crossed over to the couch of their living room and sat down next to her,
"See Hermione I told you caused a lot of trouble," her face lit into a tiny grin, "It's just this time, I don't know how to get us out of trouble."
From the corner of the room came a small voice, "Maybe I can help………."