I obviously don't own Harry Potter. If I did, Harry and Hermione would've gotten together.
As the years passed, 10 year old, almost 11 year old Harry eventually grew up into a well adjusted young man, one who learned that some people and actions don't deserve forgiveness, not everything was his fault, and he was not someone's way to the top.(An old man with a long beard and a red headed boy who was stuffing his face sneezed.)
His best friend was his next-door neighbor Hermione Granger, a bushy haired brunette girl with very lightly tanned, borderline pale skin and slightly larger than average front teeth. In Harry's mind, they were absolutely adorable when she smiled. Like himself, she didn't have friends, so when he defended her from a few of her bullies, they were joined at the hip from that moment onward.
Despite the disdain of their classmates, Harry and Hermione did everything together. When there was a class project that required a partner, Harry and Hermione always picked one another. Sleepovers, vacations, you name it, they did almost everything together.
Narcissa and Hermione's parents, Dan and Emma, got along great and loved watching their children play and became good friends themselves, with Dan and Emma naming Narcissa Hermione's Godmother and the Grangers Harry's Godparents.
During those years he lived with her, Narcissa also told Harry about magic, how he was a wizard and began training him in mind magic like Occlumency and Legilimency in order to prepare him for Hogwarts. She also explained how their society worked, what happened to his birth parents, what they were like and how he was The-Boy-Who-Lived. Needless to say he was disgusted with a lot of it.
Anyway, today was Harry's 11th birthday, and he invited his best friend and her parents over for dinner, who would be arriving any minute. In preparation, Narcissa baked two desserts: the generic chocolate cake for her and Harry (primarily her) and a sugar free dessert for the family of dentists. Clad in a simple black dress that hugged her curves, Narcissa opened the door, only to narrowly dodge a bushy haired missile rushing past her. Looking back, she saw Hermione crash into Harry, the two kids hugging and laughing as they spilled onto the floor.
Turning back, she beckoned Dan and Emma inside, each parent holding a present. Dan was a large man, standing at approximately 5'11 with curly brown hair, blue eyes and an athletic body of one who exercised every day. Emma was visibly shorter than her husband, standing at 5'6 with straight blonde hair that reached past her shoulders, brown eyes, and hourglass figure similar to what Narcissa has, albeit a size or two smaller.
"Dan, Emma, I'm so glad you could make it." Narcissa jokes, knowing that they would show up regardless.
The Grangers chuckled, aware of the joke.
"It's not like we had a choice in the matter. Hermione has been up since 7 AM and hasn't stopped." Daniel replied.
"I figured that. Now come in, dinner should be ready any minute."
After dinner, one everyone enjoyed with gusto, it was time to open Harry's gifts: from his mum he received a few games for his PS3 and his Nintendo DS, a few new books, and a couple additions to his wardrobe. From Dan and Emma, he received a book on simple exercises and a healthy recipes cookbook respectively. Finally, it was Hermione's turn, who was nervously cradling a small box in her hands.
"Mum, Dad, can I give Harry's present to him privately?" She asked.
Before they could say anything, Narcissa sent them off.
"Go right ahead Hermione, I have to talk about something private with Emma and Dan anyway." She replied.
Hearing the kids run up the stairs and shut the door, Narcissa turned to her best friends. Gesturing to the couch, Narcissa walked over to her chair. Lowering her bum into it, she adjusted her dress, making sure to tug it over her breasts as she felt it slipping down throughout the night, as well as the bottom riding up.
"Alright Dan, Emma, I have to ask you. Has Hermione done anything strange or unexplainable when you were around?"
Emma and Dan looked at one another.
"Why do you ask?" Dan said suspiciously.
Narcissa whipped out her wand and waved it, summoning a set of tea.
"What if I told you magic existed?"
Upstairs
Sitting on Harry's bed, Hermione practically on top of Harry, he awaited his best friend's gift. Surrounding them were various merchandise from pop culture icons such as Godzilla, Justice League, Avengers and various anime/manga. Hooked up to his TV was his PS3 and charging in the corner was his DS next to his bookshelf filled with various books.
Nervously, she handed him her gift. Opening it, he was touched to find a thin locket with the words 'Best Friends Forever', engraved on it. Blushing, he immediately placed it around his neck and gave Hermione a hug, blushing as he felt her budding breasts.
"I love it!" He exclaimed, tightening his hug, prompting Hermione to smile.
"I'm glad you like it, Harry. Did you have a good birthday?" She asked.
"Yeah I did. Listen Hermione, I've been thinking about this for a few months and I wanted to know: I really like you and wanted to know if you will be my girlfriend?" Harry practically begged.
"Hehe, that's funny Harry. I know it's your birthday but be serious." Hermione joked even though her voice wavered slightly.
"I am serious Hermione! You're my best friend and I honestly don't know what I'd do without you by my side. I really like you and I want to at least try!" He exclaimed.
"But why me Harry? Out of all the girls in the world, why me. I mean look at me, I'm just a bushy haired, know it all bookworm, with buck teeth. I'm plain looking, I'm bossy as hell and many other things.
Not wanting his best friend to beat herself up anymore, Harry grabbed her and brought her close, his lithe and toned body wrapping around hers, his green eyes staring lovingly into her brown ones. Gently placing his hand on her head, he wrapped his other arm around waist and held her. As he stared into her eyes, the hand that was on her head began scratching it, the action seemingly soothing Hermione.
"You listen to me right now, Hermione Granger. I don't care what you look like, you're still and always will be my best friend. As far as I'm concerned, no matter how bushy your hair is, or how big your teeth are, you'll always be beautiful to me because I truly believe your heart and brains are so big they can't be held normally and that's what I love about you."
Before she could retort, Harry kissed her. Caught off guard at first, Hermione eventually kissed him back, grabbing his butt as she did so. So entranced in their kiss they didn't notice the golden glow surrounding them.
Downstairs
"So let me make sure we got everything? Since magic is clearly real, you had a vision of a horribly nightmarish future where our Hermione marries her worst bully against her will? Besides that, she becomes friends with/marries into a whole family of idiotic bigots, bullies and racists?"
"Yes."
"Harry himself is one of the most famous celebrities in Magical Britain and he marries a fangirl who had a crush on him essentially all her life? Even then, no one gets suspicious when he only hangs out with what is likely the poorest family there? In relation, the Afterlife, ergo Heaven, Hell or whatever comes after is real and our Hermione and Harry are Soulmates?"
"That is correct."
"The government is corrupt and also treats its citizens like animals, allowing 'fine, upstanding citizens' to get away with murder. They also come to our front door and lie to our faces when they say electricity doesn't work around magic, ignoring the fact this Diagon Alley is in the center of London and no problems have been experienced there?"
"Right on the nose Dan."
"That's terrible. On one hand I want to leave this place and never come back, yet hundreds, maybe thousands of innocent people will be killed. I don't think I could live with that. Since you've clearly done everything you can to prevent this potential disaster, and we wouldn't trade it for anything by the way, what's the plan?"
The adults were briefly stopped by a golden light emanating from upstairs, alongside a feeling of 'purity and pure love'.
Narcissa smiled.
"Looks like the two of them just became Soulmates 'officially'- Narcissa placed her hand over her heart, closing her eyes as she took in the love.
"Sorry about that. Anyway, first things first, I've been writing to a healer in America about Harry's scar, and he said he's dealt with this dozens of times. I believe the best thing we can do is, depending on what Magical America is like, apply for dual citizenship there: all five of us, if things get too bad, we can immediately go there after warning the citizens about what will happen."
Narcissa took a sip of tea before looking at her friends.
"Any other questions?" She asked.
"When do we leave?" Asked Emma, almost too eagerly.
AN: I'm a firm believer that Harry and Hermione are Soulmates: the Afterlife exists, ergo a bad and good afterlife must exist (because I'd be damned if Voldemort didn't get punished after the Horcruxes were destroyed). Since the Afterlife exists, a higher power has gotta be there in some way, and I'd like to believe some good beings are making two people damn near perfect for one another.
In my opinion, the Weasleys are the magical equivalent of white liberals who think they're free of prejudice but still have them. They won't honor kill Squibs born to their family but they will shun them. Ex, the one squib cousin they don't talk about. Out of all their family members, they always remember the Squib, and they don't talk about him, as if they're ashamed of it.
They're the kinds of wizards who are fascinated with Muggle culture but don't actually want to interact with Muggles very much.
While people like Grindelwald take an attitude of malign paternalism towards Muggles, liberals like the Weasleys are benign paternalists. They believe Muggles are basically children in need of guidance and protection, while the Malfoys and other Muggle haters view them as animals. This is the same difference that exists between liberal racism and conservative racism.
On the occasion that they do interact with Muggles, it's kind of similar to the way the white family treats the main character of Get Out. They fetishize the culture, view the people as a collection of incorrect or outdated stereotypes, and claim to love the people while not understanding them at all.
I myself do not do politics and this is something someone else said elsewhere, but after looking up the terms, I agree with it.
As one reviewer pointed out, this will basically be Widening Witches without the fetish material, although there will be other differences besides that.