Don't Forget to Floss

By RowlingIdol (a.k.a. Lauren G.)

Note: THIS SEQUENCE CAN CONTAIN SOME MATERIAL THAT MAY NOT BE SUTIBLE FOR HARRY POTTER FANS WHO EITHER DON'T APPRECIATE THE ROMANCE THAT IS PORTRAYED IN THIS STORY, OR ARE TOO YOUNG TO BE READING SOMETHING LIKE THIS. ENJOY.
Harry woke up to a humid evening. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock to his right. It was eight pm. Hermione stirred next to him. Harry picked up a strand of her hair and twisted it around his finger. Hermione turned over.
"Hey." Hermione said. She pulled the covers up over her breasts. Harry snuggled against her.
"So." He said, smiling at her and playing with her hair. "How was it?" Hermione shrugged, the covers sliding against her skin.
"Better."
"Than the first you mean?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded.
"But..."
"But what?" Harry unwound Hermiones hair from his finger.
"You kind of squeezed these too tight." Hermione said, crossing her arms over her chest. Harry softly laughed.
"Well, I bet I'll have scars on my back where you dug your nails in." Harry shot back. Hermione gave a quiet giggle.
"I'm hungry." Hermione said. Harry laughed.
"All right. Let's get freshened up and we'll go out for lobster." Harry said. Hermione nodded and leaned into Harry. Harry gave her a kiss. Hermione picked up one of the loose bed sheets and wrapped it around herself and scurried into the bathroom. Harry leaned back in the warm bed.

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Harry and Hermione checked out of the hotel the next afternoon and arrived tired back in London a while later. Sirius jumped, startled, when Harry and Hermione apparated into the living room.
"Hi." Harry said to Sirius, dropping his suitcase on the floor.
"I didn't know you would be back so soon." Sirius said.
"Well. We are. I'm going to take Hermione home then I'll unpack." Harry told Sirius. He nodded. Harry and Hermione left, Hermione giving Sirius a slight wave with her hand.

At the Grangers,
"Oh! Dear! You're back!" Mrs. Granger said, hugging Hermione first, then Harry.
"Won't you stay for tea?" Mrs. Granger asked Harry. Harry shook his head.
"No. Thanks for the offer, Mrs. Granger."
"Call me Sue." Mrs. Granger told Harry.
"Um... All right Mrs. Granger." Harry headed to the door, Hermione following him. Mrs. Granger stayed where she stood.
"Well. I'll be going." Harry said, looking at Hermione, eyes flicking towards Mrs. Granger.
"Uh, mum?" Hermione asked.
"Oh! Sorry!" Mrs. Granger hurried into the kitchen. Harry wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist. He pulled her close.
"Should we tell them?" Hermione whispered into his ear as Harry kissed her neck.
"Tomorrow."
"I'm working tomorrow. I promise Mum I would when I got back."
"I'll go to your work tomorrow then." Harry said. He kissed the tip of Hermione's nose.
"Do you think that's a good idea? What about your work?"
"They think I won't be back until Wednesday." Harry said, grinning. Hermione giggled. Harry kissed her on the lips, deepening the kiss every gaining second. The front door opened.
"I'm home! Oh! Sorry!" Mr. Granger said, dentist files in hand, and ran into the kitchen. Hermione giggled and blushed. Harry was totally red.
"See you tomorrow." Harry told Hermione. He left the house.

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The next day, Hermione swiveled back and forth in the swirly chair behind the reception desk. Mrs. Granger was helping with cleaning appointments today. She kept popping in an out during cleanings to make sure Harry had arrived already. Hermione spun herself faster around in the chair. She swung her feet. She stared at the file cabinets behind her and spun some more.
"Having fun?" said a voice.
"Oh!" Hermione blushed and stopped the chair. "Well. You came at a good time. It's break soon for us." Hermione told Harry. "Let me go see if my mom is finished with the fluoride stock." Hermione stood up and ran into the back. Harry looked around and went behind the desk. He sat in the swirly chair. He pushed with his feet and swirled around.
"Whoa." He said. When the chair stopped swiveling, he stood up and hurried back to the other side of the reception desk. Mrs. Granger and Hermione returned.
"Here mother. Sit in the chair." Hermione said, indicating the swirly chair. Mrs. Granger sat, anxiously twisting her hands in her lap
"Mum. This might be a shock and a disappointment for you. But please keep it down..." Hermione started.
"Oh, that's not necessary dear, I figured it out." Mrs. Granger smiled at Harry and Hermione.
"You did?" Hermione asked.
"Of course!"
"So... You're not mad?" Hermione asked.
"Not one bit. I couldn't be happier." Mrs. Granger started to stand up. Suddenly, it clicked.
"Um. Mrs. Granger... Hermione's not pregnant. At least I don't think she is." Harry told Mrs. Granger. Mrs. Granger's mouth dropped open. She sat back down.
"You're NOT?!" Mrs. Granger said.
"Mum! Please!" Hermione said. "Of course I'm not!"
"Then what did you want to tell me?" Mrs. Granger demanded. Hermione looked at Harry for support.
"Mrs. Granger, you might be mad at us for this. But you wanted to have this big wedding and we really didn't want one so we... How should I put this..." Harry ran a hand through his hair.
"You got married? Already?" Mrs. Granger asked softly, frowning.
"Mum, are you terribly mad at us?" Hermione asked. There was loooooooooooong silence. Mrs. Granger sniffled.
"Mum?" Hermione asked again. Mrs. Granger burst into tears. She grabbed Harry and pulled him into a tight hug.
"I'm so happy!!!!!!" Mrs. Granger sobbed. "Now I can eagerly await grandkids!"
"Mum!!!!" Hermione moaned. All the hygienists ran into the waiting room.
"You're pregnant?" Mary asked Hermione. She shook her head.
"Then what's all the ruckus about? Lucinda asked.
"We got married and now mum's glad she can wait for grandchildren." Hermione said. Mrs. Granger was still crying. Harry stood awkwardly.
"I thought you went on vacation." Sarah said.
"We did. But then.... We had a talk and decided it would be best. So Harry found a pastor to marry us. All the girls squealed and hugged Hermione.
"Where did you get married?" Mary asked.
"On the beach." Hermione said, acting like it was nothing.
"How romantic!" Sarah gushed. When the girls had settled down, Lucinda realized they left their clients. They hurried to the back. Hermione went and talked to her mom, who had calmed down.
"I don't blame you." Mrs. Granger told them. "But... Where are you going to live? Separately?" Harry shuffled his feet.
"I found a house." He admitted slowly. "It's for sale. I can probably afford it." Mrs. Granger took Harry's arm.
"Nonsense. We'll buy the house for you. It can be your wedding present."
"Mother! You can't do that!" Hermione argued. Mrs. Granger shook her head.
"No. We'll buy it." So that was it. It was final.

Note: Okay. It's shorter, but if I got started on the house and stuff, it would have gone over my limit of pages I like to have required for when I type. So yeah... Stay tuned!