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The day was beautiful…winter was approaching…the blanket of white ice already covering the streets of the wizarding world and made the viewseven more magical.

3 months…2 weeks..and 3 days…

To Hermoine, it seemed like only a week ago that her and Harry had begun their life together…She secretly smiled to herself asshe sat upright on her bed, setting the book she recently started reading, onto the small desk beside her bed. They had recently moved into their new home. And my God, was it beyond perfect. The furniture was picked out by both parties of their own likings. It wasn't too fancy, or too simple but just…right, that it almost felt like home. Home, Hermoine randomly thought. She painfully reflected on her old life again. She hadn't done that since the first week of her honeymoon, which regretfully ended as they entered the wizarding world once again. She poignantly recollected her school life, her old friends who she lost contact with instantaneously because of her new busy schedule…a silent tear cascaded her red cheek…

Harry finally arrived home after a strenuous day as the new seeker forFudgerRuckers national team, holding a bouquet of white and purple tulips. It was Hermoine's day off as a teacher in Hogwarts. He smirked mischievously, aware of her favorite flowers. Hermoine would absolutely love this…Sneaking into her room, he was about to scream in surprise and only held his breath for a sniffling Hermoine who had her back turned to him..she didn't even acknowledge his presence…He dropped the flowers and warily made his way to her bed, cautiously sitting beside herkeeping a decent distance from themselves…he couldn't stand her broken figure and wordlessly gathered her into his arms not knowing what else to do…Hermoine nestled into his hold before unpredictably letting it all out..To hell with it she thought… sobbing for what seemed like hours…When she grew calm, She closed her eyes, basking in the peachy yet manly scent of Harry and her ragged breaths eventually ceased to more slow and peaceful breathing due to the sound of his soothing heartbeat.

"Harry…I…I'm sor-ry for…Oh! Look at your shirt—" She pointed and released herself from his protective embrace, feeling selfishly guilty for burdening him with her problems. She knew that his work was hectic enough.

"Honestly Hermoine. You think my shirt is what I'm worried about right now?" he said sternly. She had never seen this side of Harry before, unruffled and serious. She began to welcome this side of him as well. She hated feeling vulnerable around people and enjoyed being tough, smart, and witty. It suited her, meeting the standards that others expected of her. Quickly gaining composure for herself, she instantly put on a smile.

"It's just..y'know..homesickness..blah blah blah..same old stuff..It's not really a big deal..I'm just gonna go downstairs and make some lun—" She was already standing and Harry caught the façade she was forcefully trying to convince him with, but it only made him worry more.

"Are you kidding me? Hermoine sit down. I want to know what's wrong."

"Harry, don't worry about it. I can handle it. I'm not a baby anymore."

"That's not my problem. Could you please sit down?"

She surrendered, sitting beside him once more, she sighed. She liked the way she felt around him. It brought her peace.

"Okay…" She paused and confusedly stared at Harry who was watching her intently.

"What?" she clenched her teeth and her lips quivered.
"Why were you crying earlier?"

"Nothing. It's stupid." It was kinda was juvenile she donned on. First she totally humiliated herself in front of Harry and now the reason would mortify her even more.

"Why don't you let me be the judge of that?"

"Okay…" she defeatedly exhaled. "I just miss my life as Hermoine Granger."

"Oh…"Ouch. Harry felt a pang of hurt break his heart. I guess the Potter name surely wasn't all that appealing…He truly didn't know what to say. Hermoine caught his sudden dismayed face and knew he took it the wrong way.

"No. It's not that. Not that at all. I love it here. It's just that I miss home, my friends. I haven't even contacted them ever since the day before our honeymoon." She truthfully said and his face showed signs of pity. He did too, but never dwelt on it so much or so hard.

"I'm sorry Hermoine. I didn't know. If you want to go home tomorrow, I wouldn't mind." he legitimately added,with his hoarse voiceand her eyes widened.

"No Harry. I'm not leaving you alone in this house. I told you, I just miss them. I could live with it." She sighed. She honestly didn't know what to do. "Just give me some time ok?"

"Ok,"he dejectedly exhaled. "But promise me you won't cry again or else I'd have a handful of expenses to reimburse."

"What are you talking about Harry?" she cocked her brow and he beamed at her.

"I believe these are for you…" as he picked up the discarded tulips from the ground.

"Oh my god Harry! They're beautiful!" as she greedily snatched them from his hands.

"I know it's kind of random, but perfect timing all the while…Well" She cut off his sentence as she hugged him, happiness overflowing and rushing to her now flushed cheeks.

"Mission accomplished..." He said watching the girl before him melt into the form of an innocent child.

"...Now c'mon. Let's get cookin. I'm starved."

"So what's new?" She chuckled to herself, proud to have the old Harry back.

"…just that I'm going to help you cook today. I need to try something new." He sounded like a proud yet dumb oaf.

"Please…you couldn't even make a simple sandwich if you tried." She laughed as he threw a deathly cold stare at her.

"I'd watch your mouth Granger. Who knows what surprises may come out of it during today's lunch…"

"ooooo..I'm so scared. Come to think of it..with the thought of the food we'll be eating for lunch…it kinda does frighten me." She saw his advancing figure grow dangerously close as she slowly retreated towards the door, still clutching onto the flowers. She bolted right out of the door with Harry running after her and hurried down the stairs as he followed right behind.

"Oh Mrs. Potter! Mr. Tickle wants a visit." He humorously hummed. Finny, how she already got used to the sound of "Mrs. Potter," whenever it escaped Harry's lips.

"Tell him he can shove it up his laughing butt." She screamed and retorted right back.

"o0o! You've got jokes Mrs. Potter!…" He finally got a hold of her before she stepped into the kitcken. Her arms resting on his shoulders, her flowers dropping from her tight grip, and her knees became weak. His lips were dangerously close to her left ear and she found her heartbeat racing.

"…but I've got better." He recognized herdazed andcrimson face and he immediately released her waist, only to satisfy his smug smirk.

"You know..You standing there made me realize the similarities between you and this apple." She right away caught onto his comment as the blood in her face began to boil.

"Shut up Potter," punching him on the arm as they both headed towards the kitchen, blushing furiously.