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Summary: After Hogwarts, Harry becomes a professional Quiddich player and spends his days on the road. Ron and Hermione find a flat together and live happily as roommates. What happens when Harry gets a flat across the hall and reincorporates himself into their lives? H/H of course! R&R!

A/N: The final chapter! I realize I started this several years ago, but better late then never. There will be an epilogue, which I'll put up soon (and by soon, I don't mean several years from now, I promise!).

Together Again

Paint the Future

The sunlight shone with full force through Harry's curtainless windows. Hermione woke earlier than she would usually on a weekend morning due to the unaccustomed, and unwelcome, blinding light. Her eyes gently flickered open, and she sat up to take in her surroundings. She was lying on the hard, bare floor of Harry's new living room. The corners of her mouth turned up as she saw Harry sleeping peacefully on the floor beside her. They turned up even further when she reran the events of the previous night in her head.

They had had one of those perfect nights, the kind that are so divine that they only arrive once or twice in a lifetime. Not only had they shared a magical kiss (during which sparks quite literally flew, which Hermione explained to Harry happened during only the most passionate of kisses between witches and wizards), but then they had stayed up until the wee hours of the morning talking about anything and everything. Harry's stories from work, Hermione's wild parties, the color of Harry's favorite socks, Hermione's newfound love of peppermint whizbees, all of it worked its way into their conversation. Then, as if the night hadn't been perfect enough, they fell asleep in each other's arms. Hermione sighed. She didn't think she could ever be satisfied with any other man after the small taste she had of life by Harry's side; hopefully, she'd never have to.

"Mione?" Harry muttered, waking up.

"I'm right here, Harry." He opened his eyes fully and smiled brightly at her.

"Morning," he said blissfully, still not budging from his spot on the floor. Hermione shifted her position and leaned her head on the softest spot of his stomach (which was difficult to find, with all the sit-ups he did on the team).

"I wish every night was like last night," Hermione mused.

"I don't."

"Why not?" Hermione was alarmed. Did he not enjoy the night as much as she had? Maybe she had misread his actions . . . Maybe he wasn't interested in her after all. Uh Oh.

"Because then we would never realize how special it was. We'd never realize how perfect we are together." Hermione smiled.

"Wow . . . Someone is watching too many daytime talk shows. It's very difficult to be equally cliché and corny at the same time, but I think you just managed." Despite her joking banter, Hermione couldn't be more pleased with Harry's answer; they were perfect together.

"Oh, really? Well, we'll see who has the last laugh!" Harry quickly wrapped his arms around her and started to tickle her lower stomach, the most ticklish spot on her body. She struggled and kicked and giggled, but he wouldn't relent.

"Ok! You win!" Hermione cried out.

"What was that? I didn't quite hear you?"

"You win! You are far superior to me in every way! Now stop! Please stop!" Hermione was laughing so hard that she could barely get the words out.

"I don't know . . . you may be better than me at one thing." Harry conceded.

"Just the one?" Hermione muttered jokingly.

"Come again?" Harry prepared himself to tickle her again.

"Nothing! I didn't say anything! What were you saying?"

"I was saying that you are better than me at one thing."

"Runes? Arithmancy? Reading in general?" Hermione braced herself for another attack.

"No. This . . ." Harry leaned in and pulled Hermione into another magical kiss. Sparks were just starting to fly when the door burst open. Harry, who had just pinned Hermione to the floor, looked up to see Ron in the doorway.

"Oh, sorry mate. Pick up a girl? What about Minnie – Oh . . . Hey Minnie!"

"Hey, Ron," Hermione responded, sitting up straight next to Harry.

"How'd it work out with the impossibly gorgeous girl?" Harry asked.

"'Bout the same as it worked out with you two, I imagine." Ron smirked.

"You made out and fell asleep on the hardwood floors of her unfurnished apartment?"

"Okay, not exactly the same as you two. We stayed at the restaurant until it closed, and then went back to her place, and, well, you know . . ." Ron beamed, his face was the picture of a man who's just had the night of his life.

"Way to go, mate!" Harry gave his bets friend a high-five.

"Honestly, Ron, women aren't objects."

"Of course they aren't, Minnie. No inanimate object is that flexible!"

"Oh, Ron, really!"

"So, are you going to see her again?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, we're heading out to breakfast now. I just came home to change, and then I found Minnie's bed was empty . . ." Harry and Hermione shared a knowing look.

"Mmm. . . about that. My mattress is actually quite lumpy. Not all comfortable, you see. It's probably better if I spend some time over here. Once Harry gets a bed, that is." Hermione explained jokingly to Ron, but her eyes never left Harry's face.

"Ah, yes," Harry agreed. "Much better for your back. You know what they say about lumpy mattresses . . ."

"What do they say about lumpy mattresses?" Ron quipped.

""They're bad. Terribly bad." Hermione leaned into Harry for a kiss. As Ron rolled his eyes good naturedly, he threw the coats the couple had abandoned the night before to them.

"Come on, then. Breakfast! Think of it:" Ron gestured outwards, as if to motion towards the future he was about to describe, "Double dates, a joint wedding, a big house in the country with the four of us and hoard of little Gryffindors running around." Harry and Hermione shared an amused look. "Put on your coats! My devastatingly beautiful future wife is waiting!"

"What's her name, again?" Hermione asked, slipping her arm into her coat.

" . . . Melissa? No, Melanie. Definitely Melanie," Ron furrowed his brow as the three friends headed to the door.

"Glad to see you guys really got to know each other. It's always good to see people build a foundation of friendship before falling into bed together." Harry joked.

"Michelle! Her name is Michelle. Michelle Weasley. Has a nice ring to it, no?"

"Why don't you learn her name, and then plan the wedding, mate," Harry suggested.

"We can't all marry our best friends who we've known since childhood. Then I'd have to marry one of you, and the Ministry frowns on bigamy."

"Fair enough, Ronniki "

"DON'T CALL ME RONNIKINS!"

"Come on, guys," Harry chuckled, holding open the apartment door. The three life-long friends walked across the hall to meet Ron's date and head out to breakfast.