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Chapter 27: 1st of August 2003

Dear Diary,

Guess what I did yesterday? I actually got jealous over a 6 year-old girl! And do you know who that girl is? She's Jemima, Fred Weasley's oldest daughter. She and I are fighting over Harry, the love of my life.

Want to know the result? Just listen to me about what happened first.

Yesterday morning, Harry got up early and went out to the Ministry in his Auror uniform while I was in bed (which was not uncommon, but I don't mind).

His preparation for work woke me up so as I was lying on the bed, I opened my eyes slightly and watched him walking around with his coat unbuttoned and his feet bare.

He hastily combed his hair (which, to me, didn't make any improvements to his hairstyle) and arranged his white cravat before he buttoned up his coat.

As he sat down beside me on the bed to wear his boots, I took the opportunity to poke him on his side.

"Ah!" cried Harry and once he turned around, I immediately closed my eyes to pretend that I was sleeping.

There was silence for a few seconds before I felt Harry's kiss on my cheek. Then he whispered in my ear, "You can't fool me, Hermione Granger."

When I opened my eyes, Harry was already up.

"Come back soon, birthday boy." I said, smiling.

Harry came over, sat down beside me again and said, "I'll be back in the afternoon."

With that, he kissed me on the forehead before he left.

After that, I went back to sleep.

After breakfast, I decided to get ready his birthday gift. Remember that I told you that I like to draw? No, I didn't get him a drawing that I have drawn, if that's what you are going to think… I got him a white T-shirt, with my own design on it! Cool, isn't it? It has a few animals on it; each of them represents something or someone. There're a phoenix (representing Fawkes), a lion (representing Gryffindor), a stag (representing his father's Animagus form), a black dog (representing Sirius), an owl (representing Hedwig) and a wolf (representing Professor Lupin). The animals were all within the letters "HJP" (representing Harry's full name). It's a very colourful design. Took me 2 months and 5 days to finish it (I can't do it in the night time with Harry walking around the house). It's nice to do things without magic.

I went to get a box from the storeroom and I folded the shirt neatly before putting it gently into the box.

I took the blue wrapping paper and sliver ribbon that I secretly bought a few days ago and wrapped the box with my own hands.

Satisfied with my work, I went upstairs, to our walk-in wardrobe and placed the box in my own cupboard (Harry would never touch it).

After that, I went to watch TV until 12.30pm before I get ready for lunch. I wrapped the hand-made apron (given by Mrs Weasley during Christmas) around my waist and opened the kitchen cabinet.

"Hermione, I'm home!" called Harry suddenly from the living room.

I went out of the kitchen. "Wel…" I was about to say "Welcome home" when I saw Harry's state.

His uniform was drenched and messed up with vanilla stains and his hair was in different colours of glitters.

"Oh my God!" I said, "What has happened to you?"

Harry grinned sheepishly. "My colleagues gave me a big birthday party and we ended up throwing most of the cake instead of eating it."

"Hope that the birthday party in this evening won't end up the same." I said.

The Weasleys were throwing a birthday party for Harry and Neville (whose 24th birthday was on 30th of July).

"If Fred and George are attending the party, I think that the party will end up in a food fight as well." said Harry.

I smiled at him. "Now go and wash up. Lunch will be ready soon."

Harry smiled back and went upstairs.

After lunch, Harry and I went to make our special sticker board, you know, the one that we were supposed to make before Harry went for war. We finally got the time to do it.

Laughing merrily together, we teased each other on our expressions we made when we took the pictures and pasted them on the board. Some of the pictures had their edges decorated beautifully.

When we were done with the board, Harry held up and looked at it. "Nice. Where shall we put it?"

"On the TV," I said immediately, "We can put it up like a photo frame."

So Harry put a cardboard piece behind the sticker board to make it stand and placed it neatly on the TV.

Harry and I watched TV together until 6pm, when we were to get ready for Harry and Neville's birthday party. Harry went to wear the gorgeous blue shirt that I bought for him before he went for war while I wore my yellow top and white skirt.

"Aha, the second birthday boy is here!" cried Fred after he opened the door at the Burrow, "and with an escort!"

Harry grinned while I smiled.

"Come in, come in." said Fred, stepping on one side to let us in.

"HARRY!" shrieked a high-pitched voice.

Before I knew it, Jemima ran to Harry and threw her arms around him. "Harry, you're here!" She then gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Hi there, Jemima, how are you?" asked Harry and he hugged her gently.

"I have been a very good girl." said Jemima sweetly. "You look very nice today, Harry." she added.

"Thanks," said Harry, smiling. "You look pretty too." he said, looking at Jemima's white dress and pink bow in her hair.

Jemima blushed slightly.

All the time, I had been standing aside, watching Harry and Jemima. Then Jemima turned her head slightly and saw me. "Harry, who is she?" she asked in an unfriendly tone.

"She's Hermione." said Harry, "My…" Harry gave me a glance. "…best friend." he ended.

"Oh." said Jemima and she looked at me as if I had murdered her family or something.

I shifted uncomfortably and thought "Why is that girl looking at me like that?"

"Hermione, Harry!" said a familiar voice and I turned my attention away from Jemima to Ginny, who came to me with Lethe in her arms. "You're here!"

Ginny gave me a welcome kiss on the cheeks and Harry put Jemima down before he kissed Ginny politely as well.

Jemima continued to stare at me.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Harry and Neville, happy birthday to you!" we sang at the backyard to Harry and Neville and applauded. The birthday cake, baked by Mrs Weasley herself, was a huge half-chocolate and half-vanilla cake, with 24 candles around the edges and the big words "HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY AND NEVILLE" on it.

"Make a wish, you two, and blow out the candles." said Percy.

Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on his wish. I wondered what wish did he make.

After that, he blew out the candles with Neville.

Just when the two birthday boys cut the cake together, Jemima came to Harry and said, "Harry, I want a big piece of the cake!"

"Jemima!" said Angelina sharply.

Harry laughed. "It's okay. When I was a kid, I always wanted a big piece off Dudley's cake as well." Harry took the first and rather big piece of cake and placed it neatly on Jemima's plate. "There you go, Jemima."

Jemima beamed at him.

As I was standing near Harry (and not to mentioned that I'm his girlfriend), Harry automatically cut the second piece, put it on a plate, turned and served the plate to me. "Here is yours, Hermione."

Then he immediately mouthed the word "Darling."

I smiled at him and took the plate.

"Ouch!" I cried, someone had just stepped me on the foot. Some of the Weasleys stared at me.

Harry blinked at me in surprise.

We looked down and saw Jemima frowning at me.

Oh great, this girl doesn't like me.

The party was great so far, Fred and George didn't start a food fight, thanks to their wives and their mother, who managed to stop them from doing so.

I sat beside Ginny and listened to her account on how she and Neville celebrated Neville's birthday yesterday. Harry was talking about Quidditch with Ron. I couldn't sit beside my lover, because Jemima had beaten me to it. So I had no choice but to sit somewhere else but I did look at Harry sometimes.

Harry turned and he saw me, looking at him and Ron. He smiled at me and looked at Jemima. "Jemima, do you want something to drink or something?"

Suddenly, Jemima cried, "DADDY! I WANT TO TELL YOU SOMETHING!"

Everyone went quiet.

Fred looked at his daughter with amusement. "What?"

Jemima blushed again, looked up at Harry and started: "I, I…"

"Yeah?" asked Fred and he lifted a glass of pumpkin juice to drink.

Bad move.

"I want to marry to Harry when I grow up!" said Jemima.

SPAT

Fred spilt his juice all over the table. George's mouth dropped open. Ron had just dropped his fork. Angelina looked at her daughter in disbelief. Percy looked confused. The rest of the Weasleys were still. The Longbottoms were having the same shocked expressions on their faces. Harry raised his eyebrows.

Silence.

"You can't be serious!" said Bill finally.

"Uncle Bill, I'm serious!" said Jemima and held on to Harry's arm tightly. "I want to be his wife! He has been so nice to me and I decided to be his wife when I grow up."

I gaped at Jemima's words and movements. A 6 year-old girl wants to marry my Harry? Oh my God! Suddenly, I felt something squeezing my heart, I couldn't breath. I started to view the girl in a different way. She actually thinks that she could take Harry away from me? She can't!

Fred was still for a while before he started to laugh. I rolled my eyes. Typical of Fred.

"Oh my, Harry, you better get ready to call me 'Dad'!" Fred continued to laugh. "My daughter," laughter, "Wants to marry," laughter again, "the famous Harry Potter! I can't stand it! Dad," he turned to Mr Weasley, "You are going to have a new grandson-in-law!"

The rest of us (except me) began to see the funny side of this declaration and laughed as well, so did Harry.

Jemima pouted. "I'm serious!"

Harry put his hand on Jemima's, looked at her and said, "I will be too old for you by the time you grow up."

"I don't mind." said Jemima innocently. "I will love you even if you have turned old."

"You don't know anything about love, girl." I thought.

"Yeah, but, erm," said Harry, suddenly he looked uncomfortable. "I might have already married to someone else by the time you are ready."

Jemima turned and glared at me. I glared back.

"It's not Hermione that I'm going to marry, please don't glare at her like that. Besides, I don't even love her." said Harry in a serious tone.

Harry sounded so serious and real that I went 'What?' in a whisper. "Harry has no intention of marrying me?" I thought back then, forgetting completely that our relationship is a secret.

"Then who?" asked Jemima.

"She, um, out there, somewhere." said Harry and he suddenly smiled. "Tell you what, if I remain single when you grow up, I will marry you."

"Harry, are you nuts?" asked Fred in horror.

Harry just grinned.

"Really?" asked Jemima in delight.

Harry nodded.

CRASH

I got up and overturned my chair by accident.

Silence came over the backyard again. Harry looked at me in surprise. Jemima just looked at me coolly.

"I'm…going home." I said and without another word, I turned and looked at Neville.

I put my hand in my pocket and took out a small can which contained a magic bean that grows up and have words that come with its leaves, a gift that I bought for Neville.

"Here." I said coldly and gave it to Neville. "Happy birthday."

"Err, thanks." said Neville, taking his present.

I looked at my friends once more before I Disapparated.

Once I got home, the first thing I wanted to do was to go to my cupboard, took out Harry's gift and destroyed it.

I marched to our walk-in wardrobe, opened my cupboard and picked up Harry's present. I put my hand on the ribbon and…

RIP

There goes the ribbon. Then I placed two fingers on the wrapping paper.

RIP

Now the wrapping paper has a big hole on it.

I tore the wrapping paper away from the shirt, threw it to one side and grabbed my wand. I was about to lit the shirt when Harry appeared.

"Hermione, what…" Harry looked at the shirt. "What's that?"

Glaring at him, I threw the shirt aside to the floor. Then I stepped forward and…

SLAP

…gave my lover a slap across the face.

"Ouch! Hermione, what…"

"So you don't love me at all, do you?" I asked angrily.

Harry rubbed his cheek painfully. "No, I mean, yes, I mean…"

"Is it my marital status that bothers you? You want to wait until Jemima is old enough to marry you? Fine! Let's break up then! I might as well tell Neville to stop preparing my divorce papers. I will go back to Viktor and be a good wife and you wait for your young bride to grow up!"

With that, I went out of the walk-in wardrobe. Harry came after me. As I walked past the window, I saw the rose that Harry gave me. Without thinking, I grabbed it and flung it to the ground along with the vase.

CRASH

It landed so near to Harry that he had to jump aside to avoid that glass from flying at him.

I went to our bed, got in and buried myself under the sheets, too upset to see anyone.

Silence.

"Hermione," I heard Harry saying, "Come out of there."

"Go away." I snapped.

Suddenly Harry said, "Are you jealous?"

"What?" I asked.

"Are you jealous?"

"No, I'm not! I'm angry at you for loving the daughter of your friend instead of me!" I said.

"That's what we called jealousy." said Harry, sounding as if he was trying to be as patient as possible. "Hermione, I don't love Jemima."

I didn't respond.

"I mean, I do love her, but as a sister," said Harry. "So I treat her as if she is my own. Perhaps I dote on her too much, I buy toys for her, I play with her and do anything that I think it is good for her. Perhaps that's why she thinks that I love her as a girlfriend."

I thought for a while, that does make sense…

"I was lying to Jemima just now to make her stop hating you. I notice that you two don't seem to get along much…."

"That is very observing of you." I interrupted.

Harry didn't hear me. "… So I told her that you are not the one I love and I have no intention to marry you."

I didn't say anything.

"Hermione," Harry put his hand on my shoulder. I could feel his warm touch through the sheets. "I didn't mean anything I said at the party. I'm not going to wait for Jemima of course. She's too young for me. It's just a small crush, she will get over it when she's older."

"The only person I love and want to marry is you."

I poked my head out of the sheets and looked at Harry. Just now when he said that he wanted to marry Jemima, he was grinning and now he was sitting beside me and looking at me seriously.

"Really?" I whispered.

Harry nodded.

I blinked at him, still couldn't believe that what he had just said.

"Before and after moving into this house, we lived day by day like a young married couple. And, erm, I want to us to be like that, legally. So… erm,"

Harry started to blush.

I pushed away the sheets, sat up and looked at him.

"Err…" Harry fidgeted. "Err…" Then he clicked his tongue impatiently, got off the bed and kneeled on the floor.

"Harry, what…"

Facing me, Harry grabbed my hands. Swallowing, he said, "Hermione, willyoumarrymeafteryourdivorce?"

Not hearing very clearly, I asked, "Excuse me?"

Harry cleared his throat, took a deep breath and said again slowly, "W-Will you marry me after your divorce?"

I gasped. I couldn't believe that he had just said that. "Oh Merlin. Oh Merlin…" I said over and over aging.

"You don't have to say yes if you want to," said Harry quickly. "I mean, we could still live like this, we don't have to get married…"

"No!" I said immediately.

Harrylooked at me. Silently, I pulled him up and let him sat on the bed with me. "Harry," I paused, "the answer is yes."

Harry blinked at me. "What?"

I said, "I will marry you after my divorce."

At first, Harry was still. Then suddenly he let out a breath and said, "Really?"

I nodded.

Harry smiled and pulled me to him for a hug. I wrapped my arms around him and smiled as he whispered in my ear. "I love you, Hermione."

"I love you too, Harry." I replied and we released each other for a long kiss. After that, we leaned our foreheads against each other for a while before I thought of something gasped. "Oh no!"

"What?"

"Your present!" I said and got off the bed, and then I stopped where I threw the vase. The floor was clean. I looked up at the window and the rose was there, completed with its vase. I smiled and walked to the wardrobe. I picked up the shirt and looked at it. It looked a bit crumpled.

Harry came beside me and said, "What's this anyway?"

"Your birthday present. I was about to burn it when you came home just now." I said.

Harry raised his eyebrows.

Ignoring him, I said, "But I'm glad that I didn't." With that, I hold it to Harry's shoulders. "Hope that it fits…."

Harry grinned, took off his blue shirt and took his present. He put it on and looked at himself in the full-length mirror. "It fits perfectly."

I put my arms around his waist. "Do you like it? I made the design myself." Then I explained all the animals' meanings to him.

"I love it." said Harry and he kissed me on the forehead. "Thank you, Hermione."

Harry and I didn't sleep until 2am. We just lay on our bed, admiring the night sky above us and talked about our future together. How many kids we will have, what are the names we are going to give them, will they get to go to Hogwarts like we do and so on.

Then we went to sleep with me in Harry's arms as usual.

Be happy for me, Diary. I'm going to be Mrs Potter after my divorce! Isn't it great?

I do hope that Neville will hurry up with my divorce papers but he says that it is rather a difficult thing to do, since I want to do it quietly (I don't want the divorce to be the headlines of the Daily Prophet) and he has to make sure that nothing leaks out while he preparing them. Furthermore, I'm married to Viktor Krum, a Bulgarian. Neville has to check with the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic whether it is a problem for an English to have a divorce with a Bulgarian.

Judging by the sound of it, the divorce papers will probably take months to complete.

Oh well, I just hope that Viktor will sign the papers when I ask him to.

Got to go now, Harry is calling me.

Hermione