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Five Years Later

Hermione could feel herself humming with excitement over her plan for the evening as she set the table in her and Adrian's new home. She had exciting news to share with her husband of three years, and she wasn't entirely sure how he was going to take it. She hoped that he wasn't too annoyed with her.

She pressed a hand to her rounded stomach, feeling the little flutter of a kick meeting her hand. She thought back to her last year in Hogwarts and couldn't believe that everything Max's presence had promised had come true.

It had been wonderful to actually move in with Adrian instead of Grimmauld Place if she was honest. They were so busy in their respective work that it was lovely to get to come home to each other at night. Adrian flourished in his apprenticeship and took brilliantly to the work of a solicitor, even if it did mean he had to put in a lot of hours. Hermione was always impressed with how hardworking her boyfriend was - sometimes it was her who had to tell him to put down the work for the day.

Hermione had been accepted to a Charms mastery under world renowned Charms mistress Priscilla LePetit who agreed to put her on an accelerated track that would be completed in two years. Hermione had been utterly thrilled to be selected for such a prestigious mastery, and had been very busy herself.

She still made time for her friends, but she was horribly concerned about the state she had found Grimmauld Place in. Pizza boxes and chinese takeout containers everywhere, with dishes piled up in the sink. Yes, it was better she hadn't lived there because the mess would have driven her out of her mind! She wasn't Molly Weasley and she wasn't going to pick up after the boys or nag at them to do it themselves. It would have dissolved their friendship completely.

They had also spent a lot of time with Cassius Warrington, Marcus Flint and Graham Montague. The trio were Adrian's long time friends. Hermione had been a little intimidated by them at first, thinking that she wouldn't have anything with the Quidditch obsessed wizards. Marcus was the scariest of all seeing as he actually played for a Quidditch squad. Adrian assured her that they would like her, and he was right. They did their best to make her laugh and feel welcomed, even if they teased the couple wondering who was the bossiest.

Hermione had even been convinced to join them for Quidditch matches over the years. Adrian would sit and patiently explain the rules to her, more focused on what the chasers were doing than the seeker, seeing as that had been the position he played. She found that when she wasn't worried about her best friend with a death wish hurtling full speed at the ground beneath him, she was actually able to relax and enjoy a game. She even owned a Falmouth kit, to Ron's amusement.

After a year of living together, it had quickly become clear to Hermione and Adrian how perfect they were for one another, and how deep their love was. Adrian proposed shortly after that, telling her that he couldn't imagine sharing his life with anyone but her. When she said yes, he whisked her off to Greece to celebrate their engagement.

They were married shortly after she finished her Charm's mastery after a year-long engagement. The wedding was small, but perfect with everyone of their friends and family in attendance. Hermione was pleased that her parents and Adrian's got along well enough to share the day, though she was sure they would never be true friends. The chasm between the muggle world and the wizarding world was too difficult to cross, even if the Puceys hadn't been supporters of Lord Voldemort.

To her delight, Hermione was offered a position as an Unspeakable developing time magic at the Ministry of Magic once she'd completed her mastery. She could share the news with her own husband, of course, but she told everyone else that she was going to be handling freelance curse breaking. No one questioned that, though she did have to help out friends and families occasionally with old family heirlooms they found and wanted cleansed. Harry consulted with her in some regularity in his work as an auror as well, though she never accepted his payments. She was, after all, still a Ministry employee, even if he didn't know that.

Adrian was made junior partner at his firm not long after that - something that they had celebrated heartily. It sounded as if he might make full partner in another few years, a career advancement track that rewarded all of his ambition and long nights. It also meant that he had more flexibility in his schedule, and they were able to have more time together.

It was around that time that they realised they were outgrowing Adrian's flat. They sold it and moved to a house instead. If Hermione was honest, it was much larger than she would have expected...almost like a mini manor, but after visiting the house that Adrian had grown up in, she could understand why he'd wanted it. It had more rooms than they could ever fill (she hoped) and a sprawling green lawn that would be perfect for pickup Quidditch matches, gardening, and lazy afternoons spent under the shade of the trees with Adrian.

They had been nearing their three year wedding anniversary when they decided that they wanted to expand their family. It was a little younger than Hermione had expected to be having children, but she was already so well established in her career, doing a job that she loved. The timing just felt right. The couple was delighted that fate seemed to agree with them, and Hermione became pregnant not too long after she went off the potion.

The whole time that she'd been pregnant, she'd been adamant that it was a boy, though she didn't explain to Adrian why that was. He insisted that he would be happy if their child was a girl or a boy, so long as it was theirs.

Hermione had been thinking a long time about how she might bring up what she knew about Max, but she never knew how to approach it. Finally, she came up with a plan. The wizarding world did not have a spell created that could tell parents if their child was going to be a boy or a girl, so Hermione had started seeking prenatal care in the muggle world. She still planned on using a midwife who was a witch for the actual delivery, though.

She had excitedly told Adrian about the twenty week appointment, when muggles used sonogram technology to see a picture of the baby and that they could then reveal the gender of their child. Adrian didn't claim to understand all the words she was using, but of course he gave his support for her to go. He was especially excited to see the picture of their child weeks before it would be born.

Once Hermione had confirmation from the muggle doctor that she was indeed having a boy (not that she needed them to tell her that), she could only feel the nerves growing as the hours ticked down to when she would tell Adrian the truth. She busied herself with cooking a bolognese (one of the only reliable dishes she'd mastered) to keep her mind occupied while she waited for her husband to get back from work.

Dinner was on the table and waiting for him when he walked through the fireplace. Adrian dipped to press a kiss to his wife's lips, a hand caressing the swelling of their future child. "You are positively bursting with energy," he said with a grin. "I can only assume that means you were right."

"We are having a boy," Hermione said with a proud grin. She pulled out the grainy black and white picture to show off the profile of their son's face.

"Is that really our baby?" he asked, obviously awestruck by the image, even if it didn't move like wizarding photos. "He looks so little."

"Well, he's not," Hermione said with a snort. "Apparently, he's already measuring a little bit large, so they think I might deliver a week or two before my due date."

"That's good to know," Adrian said. "I will make a note to start cutting back my schedule at work a bit earlier than expected then."

Hermione led him to the set table and they sat down to eat, but she couldn't even take a bite. "I was thinking we could get a little more serious about names now that we are sure the baby is a boy," she said, her spaghetti hanging on her fork halfway between her plate and her mouth.

"Oh? Did you have anything in mind?" he asked. "I just don't think I can stomach a Harry or a Ronald, sorry."

She wrinkled her nose. She loved the boys, of course, but she hadn't even considered naming a child after either of them. "I do have a suggestion, actually," she said firmly, feeling her heart beating in her throat. She was absolutely filled with anxiety. "What do you think of Max?"

Hermione watched as Adrian stilled, before setting down his fork. Looking up at her, his expression was rather bewildered, but she could already see the wheels turning in his brain. "You mean-" he cut himself short. "That was-?"

Biting her lip, Hermione nodded.

"How long have you known?" he asked. "And why wouldn't you tell me?"

"Harry did send me the Marauders Map, right before Max returned to his own time. I just checked it...I don't know what made me do it. But I saw his name...Max Pucey. And, when he first got to the library, he called me mum, remember?" she explained, stilted. This was not at all the elegant explanation she'd envisioned. "I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to feel trapped by the idea of some future that might never come to pass. I always thought that you might grow bored with me and I didn't want the idea of Max to hold you in something that you didn't really want."

"Oh, you stupid, stupid witch," Adrian said with a laugh. "How could I ever get bored of you?"

"Well, I know that now, of course," Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "But when we'd just graduated? Things were so new then, and we were entering the real world."

"I can't believe that your son used a time turner and accidentally ended up in our time!" Adrian said with a laugh. "Oh, Salazar he is going to be in so much trouble...and he isn't even born yet!"

"My son?" Hermione asked haughtily. "If you ask me, only a Slytherin could be such a troublemaker. It's clear that he got that trait from you."

"Who would be brave enough to go over two decades through time except a Gryffindor?" he asked.

"Ah, ah, ah Pucey," Hermione countered. "If you recall correctly, Max wore a Slytherin uniform and spent his time with the Slytherins. I think we can put that argument to rest."

Adrian knew that she had him there. Even if Max had some Gryffindor tendencies, he was still a Slytherin in actuality. "We will have to start looking for signs that he's made the jump when we get to seventh year," he said. "Because he is going to have a lot of explaining to do."

"At least we know he is still smart enough to figure out forward time travel," she said, a little bit proud of her future son's talents. "He did most of the work on his own without even looking at my notes."

"I don't mean that!" Adrian said. "I mean, why did he think getting Draco Malfoy to kiss you would make me jealous?"

"Well, Adrian you have to admit, it did work," she said. "And, really, I'm glad for it."

With the difficult conversation out of their way, the two excited parents were able to spend their evening talking about their past encounters with Max, trying to remember if they could suss any additional details about their lives out. Eventually, it switched to excitement about the arrival of their little mischievous son, who would definitely be named Max.