Disclaimer: You know already, all HP characters don't belong to me.

Disclaimer 2: The chapter title is named after a song by The Beatles: P.S I Love You

Author's Note: This is an alternate universe where there's no Voldemort, Hermione is a pureblood and Harry's parents are still alive.

Author's Note: Those words in italics represent French.

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Chapter 8: P.S I Love You

Dearest Hermione,

Here I am, in my home, writing this letter to you. I got back home safely (obviously), and my parents practically spoilt me to death with their warm welcome. Mum made a lot of delicious food (both by magic and muggle-cooking) and wouldn't let me off the table until I tasted every single one of them. She cleaned up my room too, so that I could move back in right away. Dad challenged me to a race of Snitch-catching too, I won in the end.

I had revised some of the subjects for tomorrow's exams, which were Transfigurations and Potions. Urgh. I hope I won't mess anything up during the Potions practical exam.

I wouldn't be testing on my French until the day after tomorrow. I wish I could find someone to practice with, but my Dad didn't know anything about French and my Mum studied Italian, so she couldn't help me either. All she could do was conjuring up some French books and asked me to study them myself. Oh well.

How's everyone back in Hogwarts? I miss everyone, especially you, Darling. Home is nice, but I kind of get lonely sometimes. The house seems to be very quiet when I'm alone and all I have is books, my Firebolt and Hedwig as company.

Well, I better get to bed early for my exams tomorrow. Wish me luck ;)

Harry

P.S I love you

Dear Harry,

Glad to hear that you got back home, safe and sound. I believe that you have already taken quite a few exams while our letters are being delivered to each other, how's your performance so far? Oh I do hope that you will pass all of your exams, then you can be an Auror, just like you always wanted.

Everyone is fine here, they miss you through, especially Ron, although he never admits it out loud. I miss you too, dear. Hogwarts just isn't the same without you. Aww, my poor Harry, sorry to hear that you are lonely, I wish that I could Apparate to your house and provide you some company.

Our N.E.W.Ts are coming soon as well. I'm studying as hard as I could, because I want to get into the University of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Dad sent me a letter, it's about something important but he refused to say much, he just said that it concerned about my future. Wonder what it is about…

You know what? Maybe Dad wants to discuss about my marriage in the future! Oh wow, wait until he hears that I'm already engaged. He knows about you Harry, and he agrees that you are a good boy. He will be thrilled to hear the news.

I have to go and revise my homework now, write back soon.

Love,
Hermione

P.S I love you too.

Harry grinned in a silly way at his letter. A discussion about marriage? Well, that would be excellent…

For a moment, Harry daydreamed, trying to imagine what it would be like to be married. He imagined Hermione and himself during their wedding night, lying on a bed together, kissing…

Frustrated, Harry scratched his head hard. "Darn you Harry Potter, can't you think of anything decent?" he cursed.

But still… Harry blushed, Hermione's body would probably be great…

Suddenly, Harry realised that he was thinking dirty thoughts again.

"Ah!" he yelled in annoyance and slammed his head directly onto his exercise book on his desk.

Sitting up straight again on his chair, Harry rubbed his forehead and tried to calm himself down. He then turned to look at an enchanted life-size poster of Hermione on his wall. Hermione used to be smiling in the poster, but now she was glaring at Harry.

Gulping nervously, Harry returned to his exercise book, took his quill and immediately started to scribble his answer to a Charms Theory question. He then moved on to the second, then the third…

After a while, Harry took a peek at the poster. Hermione was smiling at him again. Sighing in relief, Harry slowed down his pace slightly and tried to concentrate on his next question in his normal pace.

Harry put the poster up because Hermione was the reason why he wanted to work hard. He wanted to be a good Auror, so that he could have a stable income and give Hermione a good life when he married her in the future. In addition, the poster reflected Hermione's personality completely. Having the poster here was almost as good as having Hermione herself, which gave Harry the motivation to go on studying hard.

Harry thought carefully at his next question and sighed. So far, Harry believed that he had done well in his past exams, but they were sure tough. It's difficult to achieve his goal, but if he could be an Auror, then all his hard work would pay off.

Hermione sighed and kept her letter during breakfast. It was the second day of her N.E.W.Ts and she had just received another letter from her father.

"What's wrong?" asked Ginny in concern.

"My dad is driving me nuts! I asked him what's the matter that is so important, and he tells me to wait until graduation! That is like two months away! And he won't even give me a hint."

"I thought you said it's about your marriage?" asked Ginny, bewildered.

Hermione blushed. "That's only what I think. Maybe Dad wants to discuss about something else."

"Maybe it's about your studies." suggested Ron.

"No it isn't." said a voice and the Gryffindors looked up.

Draco Malfoy was standing behind them.

"Err, Malfoy? I believe the Slytherin table is over there." said Ginny coolly.

"Yeah. Usually you won't even want to be caught dead over here." said Ron.

But Hermione didn't care about the fact that Malfoy was standing near the Gryffindor table. "What do you mean that it isn't about my studies?"

"It isn't." repeated Malfoy impatiently. "It's about your marriage."

Hermione's mouth dropped open.

"Marriage! Oh Merlin, your Dad probably wants you and Harry to get married after graduation!" said Ginny in excitement.

Malfoy shook his head and said, "I don't think so."

"How do you know?" asked Ron.

"I just do, now shut up, Weasley." snapped Malfoy and turned to Hermione. "You ARE getting married, Hermione. But not to Potter."

Hermione's face paled. "To whom then?"

Malfoy smirked. "You will find out. See you."

With a slight wave, he left.

"Don't tell me that Dad wants me to marry someone else?" whispered Hermione in horror.

"Tell Harry about this, Hermione, he should know about this!" said Ron urgently.

Hermione shook her head firmly. "No. Maybe Malfoy is just joking. I won't tell Harry anything until I'm certain."

"But…" started Ginny.

"Now if you excuse me, I'm going to revise my Potions." said Hermione and she left.