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It was dark and no one was in the Common Room where Harry and Erin were lying on the couch in each other's arms. He ran a hand down her arm and gazed at her peaceful face. Her eyes were closed, but she wasn't asleep. "You know, I often wonder how I got so lucky as to have gotten you in my life."

Erin smiled. "You were you, that's why I love you."

"I love you too." He whispered and kissed the top of her head. With everything screwed up in his life she was there, she was the one constant that wouldn't ever change. He slipped his hand up to the neck of her t-shirt and maneuvered his hand under the collar. His fingers touched the slightly raised skin of her scar. It sent a slight tingle through him. She didn't even move as he moved his hand around her shoulder, she just murmured contently. A little encouraged he shifted his hand down the further in her blouse, but before he did anything more than touch he hastily withdrew his hand.

Erin opened her eyes. "What's wrong?"

He bit his lip. "I just…I didn't think was right."

"Why not?" She asked curiously.

"Because if I started I know I couldn't stop, and neither of us want that." He was silenced by a kiss and he felt all his insecurities melt away. She could always do that to him. All she had to do was be near him and he would be clam. She would touch and all his worries were gone. She kissed him and all was right with the world.

When she pulled back he drew her closer to him and she snuggled into his shoulder. "Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you happy?"

Harry smiled. "Yeah, I am." He let out a very content sigh. "You know there is something I want though…"

"Name it."

"I want to become an Animagi."

"Ok, Harry, becoming an Animagi isn't easy." Erin was saying. "Things can go horribly wrong." The black-haired girl had been talking to him for hours. They sat by the lake and Harry had always loved to listen to her. Almost every evening after they had History of Magic she would tell him the stories and history behind the boring notes.

Erin had such a passion about these things. She loved being an Animagus and it showed in her face. "What does it feel like?" Harry asked.

The girl paused. "It's hard to explain. It could be described as sexual…the emotions coursing through you create a very pleasurable sensation."

"What about while you are the wolf?"

"Truthfully?" Erin asked flopping down next to him. "Changing and being the wolf makes me feel freedom, when I can just and play and forget everything else." She took his hand in hers. "I so want to experience that with you, Harry."

He smiled. "I want to experience everything with you."

"Harry, what do you see…say ten years from now?"

Harry closed his eyes and brought her hand up to his chest. "In ten years we'll be almost twenty-four." Erin looked over at his happy face. "We'd be married, of course, perhaps we'll have a son and daughter…children anyway. We'd be Aurors, live with Remus…" Erin laughed. "You were thinking it too."

"You're not living with me." Both of them looked up to see Remus and Genie coming along hand-in-hand.

"I am now.' Erin said.

Remus shrugged. "You're single and not sleeping with Harry and there are no little Harry and Erin's running around."

"As far as you know." Erin teased.

"Right." Remus rolled his eyes. "Even I can see that aren't as bad as your parents. I'm still trying to figure out how you can possibly be an only child."

"Obviously Mum and Dad got very lucky…"

"While they were getting lucky." A voice said.

"Da-ad." Erin complained.