Harry sighed deeply and rubbed his eyes. He hated grading papers. Sure, technically he was qualified as a teacher, but still, he would rather be on the field coaching his team. However it was just part of being the school's football coach. Every fall semester he had to teach a health class and that meant grading papers.

Harry looked up as another person walked into the staffroom. Walking towards him was his wife Hermione. He smiled, as he always did when he saw her. They had been married for close to ten years now and she still looked as beautiful as the day they met.

Hermione walked over to him and gave him a kiss as they were the only two in the staffroom.

"Hey," she said. "What are you working on?"

"Just these health papers. How you seem to enjoy this part I don't think I'll ever understand."

Hermione took a seat across from Harry at the table and pulled out a couple stacks of papers.

"That's okay, it's just not your thing. You were hired to win us the football championship and you do that quite well, the papers are just a bonus."

"Sure Hermione," Harry said grinning at her. "Just what every football coach wants, to read essays written by teenagers about how much sleep they think they can function on."

"Well, if you want to read something else, you might try this." Hermione pulled something out of one of her many stacks of papers and handed it to Harry.

"What do we have here? Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone?" Harry looked up at Hermione, question obvious in his eyes.

"It appears young Miss Rowling gave me the wrong set of papers for her last assignment. Skim the outlines you mind find them entertaining."

*Let's see what Miss Rowling wrote about me. Hmmm… Wizards? That's different…. Hogwarts, weird name for a school…. A castle though, that would be fun.*

Harry flipped through a couple more pages of notes for what appeared to be a book series about himself as an eleven year old wizard living in a magical world. Filled with characters who were people at the school.

"Well, that was interesting. You already read all of it?"

"Of course I did Harry. It was surprisingly well thought out and detailed for a thirteen year old's writing. If she keeps practicing, she could be going somewhere. I do wonder about her choice of characters though."

"Yeah, it looks like she made her teachers students and her friends teachers. I'm assuming she had us get together in the end."

Hermione grimaced at that. "You'd be surprised. For some reason she paired me with Ron Weasley."

"The Janitor?" Harry asked, very confused.

"Yeah, for some reason she had the two of you being best friends and me hooking up with him." She shuddered at the thought.

"Well, I am the only one who listens to him talk about his football team. I could see how that could look like we are friends. Who'd she pair me with?"

"Ginny Weasley."

Harry looked surprised for half a second before nodding in understanding.

"That one makes a bit more sense. We are her two favorite teachers, as far as I know. So I guess it makes sense in an illogical teenager way to pair us. Even if it does ignore the fact we are already married."

"Oh I fully plan on showing you how much we are married tonight dear." Harry grinned at the thought of that.

"Any other interesting things happen to me that I should know about," he finally asked her.

"You will name two of your kids after your dead parents and the other after Miss Rowling's best friends, Mr. Dumbledore and Mr. Snape."

*Those brats, never* Harry thought. *Also, why are my parents dead? We had dinner with them last week.*

"You have to let yourself be killed to defeat the 'Dark Lord' and manage to come back from the dead."

*That'd be a trick*

"And I get petrified for a couple of months by a giant snake."

"Okay then," Harry said, not sure what else to say. "Are you going to make corrections on her work before giving it back?"

"Of course, dear. What kind of teacher would I be if I didn't."

Harry smiled lovingly at her and shook his head.

"Never change Hermione, never change."

The couple fell into silence as they each returned to their own work. As they worked, Harry's hand slowly reached over the table and took hold of Hermione's. And so they continued their work, hand in hand.