Lucius was still on the loose, Ron was still dead and she had finally confessed her feelings to the man she loved.

Hermione Granger's life was so different than she had expected it to be just two years ago.
She was sitting at her desk in her office, waiting for the next clue on the Malfoy case. So far all they had managed to establish, was that Lucius had vacated Malfoy Manor and that more and more muggle attacks were being orchestrated all over the globe. The problem was that the Auror office couldn't prove that the attacks were the fault of the notorious death eater and were, therefore, not even close to declaring his guilt.
Her day's in the Ministry were long and tedious.
For another few hours, she rifled through her paperwork, obsessively glancing on the clock that hung on the wall. It was a similar clock to the one Molly Weasley had in her kitchen, except that the faces on the fingers of the clock belonged to Sirius, Harry, Teddy and Remus.
It was an unnecessary piece of decor and she had never really found herself needing it, but when Sirius had told her that the constantly moving faces of his friends drove him insane, she had relented and hung it into her office.
The boredom was exhausting her and she found herself entering a sort of self-induced daze.
She sat there with her cup of coffee, black with a spoonful of sugar, and she let her mind wander to more 'stimulating' thoughts.
In the darkened room she closed her eyes and relived the evening in which Remus had finally touched her without hesitation and fear.
Her thoughts always did seem to lead her back to Remus.

"Shush. It's OK, Baby, it's alright." She cooed softly, cradling Teddy in her arms as he snuffled unhappily.
After another half an hour of her trying to calm the agitated child, he finally fell asleep in her arms and with a satisfied sigh, she placed him into his crib.
"Night, Teddy Lupin." She whispered as she left the room, dimming the light of his room with a flick of her wand.
As she took another step back she felt her body collide with something rather solid and gave a surprised squeak, as she spun around.
Remus smiled at her as he steadied her with his strong arms.
"Warn me next time. You scared the living daylights out of me!" She chided, in a hushed whisper, desperate not to wake Teddy again.
He gave her an apologetic glance and let his hand brush over her arm like the softest of feathers.
"Come to bed." He murmured.
She looked confused but melted into his embrace.
"Your bed?"
He shrugged slightly, then brushed his lips ever so softly against her temple.
"Only if you want to."
She laughed breathily, burying her head into his shoulder.
"Of course, I do. But, Remus, as I said, we don't have to rush anything."
"Hermione, tonight I want you to sleep in my arms." He murmured seductively.
"Well, if that's what you want."
He murmured something into her hair, but she couldn't decipher it, instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his. Before she knew what was happening, he had hoisted her into his arms, bridal style, and was carrying her towards his bedroom.
They passed Sirius in the hallway, who chortled loudly when he saw them, but gave Remus an encouraging wink before he was out of sight. Remus closed the door behind him as he entered his safe space and gently placed Hermione onto his messy, bed. Books littered the entire room and several curious-looking artefacts had been scattered all over the desk that stood in the corner of the room. She inhaled the woody, male fragrance she was so used to of Remus and smiled up at him sleepily. He lowered himself beside her, his calloused hands tracing her spine and sending tingles of pleasure through her entire being.
"Tonight I'm yours." She breathed.

"Hey, 'Mione." Harry's voice said, pulling her out of her daydream.
She rubbed her eyes slightly and paused a second to recollect her thoughts. Then, she looked up at him and flashed him a friendly smile. He raised an eyebrow expectantly, and she groaned as she remembered that they had decided to meet up for lunch that day. Once again she had forgotten and had left Harry waiting.
"Harry, oh dear, I forgot! I'll grab my coat now." She said hastily, jumping up from her chair and collecting her jacket and scarf. Harry chuckled as she rushed to the door, and grabbed his arm, pulling him behind her as she raced towards the elevator. She always seemed to be in a hurry these days.
"You've got your head in the clouds, Miss Granger." He muttered behind her, pulling his hat over his unruly locks of hair.
"I do not." She huffed defensively, pressing too many buttons at once.
"It's OK though, you've got me to pull you back down to earth." He continued as if he hadn't heard her.
"I'm sorry, Harry, it's just I've got so much on my mind at the moment. I mean work, Teddy, R-Ron and-"
"Remus?" He suggested.
She blushed and ducked her head, unable to meet his gaze.
"Hermione, that's nothing to be ashamed about. In fact, I often think the two of you were made for each other. You both love books and, well you have-" He faltered as he tried to think of another similarity between the unexpected couple.
She scoffed and slung her arm around his shoulder as they stepped into the foyer, quickly manoeuvring through the crowd of Ministry workers.
They stepped into the clear sunshine, a light breeze brushing past them.
"Always so eloquent." She quipped quietly, quickly dodging the flame-coloured leaves he threw her way.
Autumn had arrived swiftly and before anyone had seemed to realise it, the trees had started to shed their impressive crowns. The two friends breathed in the crisp air as their teasing died down, replaced by the sound of their thoughts.
"I think you're going to be good for Moony. He seems happier around you." He remarked softly.
She gazed up at him but couldn't find the words she wanted to say. Before she could formulate an answer he had pulled her into their favourite pub and the conversation soon drifted to simpler matters.
Such as the quality of the Yorkshire puddings they were served.
Harry managed to make her laugh even then.