Disclaimer: I don't effing own it ok. Hehe. I'm Tony Montana man. Oh how I love that, my Cuban brother. Go Caribbeans. We rule. That is totally not associated whatsoever to Harry Potter. Im sorry.

Chapter 5: Congratulations and Nephews.

And the day went on, Harry receiving letters addressed to him by yours truly. Hermione stayed in her room adamantly ignoring and avoiding Harry 'The Hurricane' Potter. He was beyond enraged at Amanda's pitiful attempts to get him back, but all they accomplished was further pissing him off.

Soon she joined Harry in hurricane season when one of the owls came through her open window and pooped all over her room, and her, before flying off to find Harry. I bet that was personally sent. She though sourly. The bitch has gone way too fucking far. Now look at that, she has me bloody cussing.

After a good over 100 letters, Amanda finally decided to come in person…again. Having the pleasure of letting her wait and knock forever because Harry was damn sure not going to answer the door, she entered his room without knocking. She went straight for his dresser and pulled out a shirt.

She still had her shorts and tanktop on so she just pulled it over her and turned to walk back out. She heard Harry's footsteps behind her as she headed to the front door.

"What are you doing?"

"What I should have done a bloody long time ago. Now go back to the room, and take off your shirt."

Instead of going back to his room he turned left and went where he couldn't be seen from the doorway. Seeing that he wasn't going to go away, and not expecting him to, she opened the door to a very shocked and speechless Amanda.

"What can I do for you?" she asked as pleasantly as she could muster.

Amanda looked at her with disgust. "I want to see Harry."

Hermione looked at her stubborn face. She is just not going to quit. "First off, you don't come to my house demanding things and secondly he's still in bed a little winded from our," she looked down at the shirt that was clearly Harry's, "tiring activities. Ya might want to come back never." And she slammed the door in the about ready to cry face of Amanda. She heard Harry's muffled laughter in the deep part of the living room. As expected she heard knocking again and she opened up.

"Yes?"

"Get Harry now!" she said through gritted teeth.

"Oh this is nice." As Hermione reeled back her fist to punch the now recoiling figure of Amanda, Harry decided to walk in.

"Hermione who's there?" He had obliged to what Hermione had told him and took off his shirt, but took it to the next level and also took off his pants, leaving him looking-

Delicious. The damn tease is doing this on purpose.

Harry looked at Hermione and shut her gaping mouth before winking at her. She could have sworn that she heard something along the lines of 'flies are going to fly in.'

"What are you doing here Amanda?" He put his arms around Hermione's waist and pulled her intoxicatingly close.

Amanda finally caved in and started backing away. "Harry Potter you damn prick. You think that you're getting me back like this. Think again; you meant nothing to me." And Amanda Smith was finally walking out of their lives.

"Well that's finally taken care of."

"Yeah," He tried to catch her eye. When he couldn't he decided to talk anyways. "We should talk about yesterday." He said bluntly.

"So you can tell me that you regret it and wish that it never happened."

Harry looked confused. Where is this coming from? "What are you talking about Mione?

"If I denied that I didn't enjoy what happened between us then I would be lying and Harry Potter doesn't lie. Only when necessary of course." He gave her a charming smile.

She shook her head. "Harry you just got out of a serious relationship, for you anyways, and you're not thinking straight. You want to be loved like you loved her; to feel and to use a woman to fulfill your needs when you don't love them in that way is wrong."

He now realized what she was talking about. "I'm not using you for anything. I was thinking perfectly clear Hermione. I've wanted you since as long as I can remember and I still want you. I don't regret ever kissing you and if we're going to be honest with each other then I wish that we were making love to each other right now so I could show you how strongly I feel. What I do regret though was ever confusing my 'love' for Amanda with my love for you. That was the biggest mistake of my life and it cost me a year and a half of being with you." He finished looking at her straight in the eyes.

Hermione was shedding tears by now and couldn't help but feel slightly overwhelmed at the amount of love she was feeling for him. She had never felt this strongly for a person and while it was scaring her she was enjoying it immensely.

"Harry you big git." She ran over to him and kissed him passionately. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him. Harry led them to his room and dropped Hermione on his bed before he himself fell on top. He wanted their first time as lovers to be slow and enjoyable…so he took his sweet time.

When Hermione awoke it was to the wonderful feeling of Harry's arms wrapped around her. She smiled and closed her eyes again. She drifted off and an hour later reopened her eyes. She looked around and Harry was nowhere in sight. She had a permanent smile on her face but who wouldn't after a night of what she went through.

Oh what a wonderful night.

She looked to Harry's clock and noted that it was noon. Weekends are a wonderful thing. She got up and groomed herself up before setting foot outside in the hallway.

As soon as she did she heard voices coming from the kitchen.

She walked in there to find Ron, Luna and of course her dear Mr. Potter who was very sexily leaning next to her stove with a mug full of something in his hand.

Steamy in more ways than one.

Luna immediately put her into an embrace.

"I think I'm not the only one that should be receiving congratulations. Nice snag!" Hermione laughed as Luna let go.

"Thanks and be careful with that one he's a handful." She pointed to Ron, "and it's a pain living with him." She smiled sweetly at him and kissed his cheek.

Ron looked at her and wriggled his eyebrows. "So did you have a nice night?" Hermione sat down and looked towards Harry but his face was hidden behind his mug. Despite that she could still see him smiling. Hermione turned back to look at Ron.

"I don't know. Was a little rusty. Didn't go too well. So how's the wedding so far?" She was pleased to hear a sputtering Harry.

"Like hell you didn't sleep well after what I did to you. Rusty my arse." Ron shook his head at Harry's stupidity.

"Oh hush up, "Luna said," She was teasing you Harry. Anyways, the planning is going great and I am very proud to say that my Ronald is actually helping out with the planning and making an effort." She clapped her hands together and beamed at Ron, who blushed under her praise.

Hermione smiled at them wishing that someday she could have that. And who knew, now that she was with Harry it might just be somewhere in her future.

Speaking of Harry, she saw two hands locate themselves on either side of her on the table.

"You know you've yet to give me a proper good morning and after last night I expect a little enthusiasm." She could feel his smirk in waves.

She put her chin in her hands. "If I had known that sleeping with you would have this effect I would've held out. Jesus Harry this is not attractive in the least. Might as well have gone and shagged Malfoy."

Luna giggled incessantly and Ron muttered "Oh Lord help us all the man is going to go ballistic."

Before Harry could overcome his shock she got on her knees facing him, the chair comfortably supporting her weight.

Harry's hands went from the table to the back of her chair during her switch.

"I'm just joking with you hun." And with that she finally pressed her lips to his for his long anticipated kiss.

She heard clapping in the background, more clapping than two people can make. She broke away from Harry, with groaning on his part, and turned to acknowledge the new arrivals.

"It's about damn time you two got together." Ginny Weasley ran up and squeezed the both of them chair and all.

"When's the wedding?" The unmistakable voice of Fred Weasley rang out, or was it George.

"Yeah I want some nephews. That goes for both couples."

"Yeah."

Harry looked down towards Hermione and raised his eyebrows. "So?" He smiled dazzlingly at her.

Hermione linked her arms around his neck and brought his lips towards her.

"Maybe in five years."

Well everyone it's finished. I don't think I can take this anywhere. Well I probably could but maybe later. Later later. It was fun while it lasted and I hope that the ending was somewhat what you were expecting. I don't think I even hinted to how long this was going to be or that I was going to end it. Sorry. I need to focus on my other story but Thanks for reading and sticking along. Please drop a few words, I would really appreciate it.