Thanks again to Pamela RR!

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Hermione couldn't help but stretch her arms behind her back as the June breeze swept through the Burrow's garden. The warm sunshine making her feel happy and alive. She wondered if orgasms always made you feel this good. She'll have to do further research on that.

"That was a horrible cover up, love, " said Harry as he walked past her lightly swatting her bum.

"Quiet you," she laughed while playfully hitting his arm. They both walked over to the small shed that held the extra brooms. Hermione watched Harry as he looked at the two shabby brooms against the wall.

"I need to buy a new broom," said Harry as he held each broom in his hands. "This should do, here." Hermione looked at him and rolled her eyes.

"Absolutely not!"

"Come on Hermione. Don't you want to be adventurous?" he said with an innocent tone to his voice.

"I prefer to keep my adventures out of the air," she said as she turned to walk away. Before she left the shed she turned back around to face him. "And in my bed," she smiled as she watched Harry's cheeks turn red. "Have fun Harry!" she shouted after she placed a kiss on side of his head.

Hermione walked towards Mr. Weasley to sit down on the empty chair next to him. She didn't mind watching the others play, but she made sure to have a book ready when needed. She knew she had a very limited attention span when it came to Quidditch. As she sat down leaning back in her chair, she thought about what happened just minutes ago. She loved how Harry was able to blush at her words after what he did to her. "Where did he learn how to do that? Has he done it to anyone else?" Hermione couldn't help but look towards the direction of the youngest Weasley flying around Harry. "No. Absolutely not! Could he have?" she thought to herself. A sudden twinge of jealousy ached in her chest. "Don't Hermione," she whispered.

"Everything okay, dear?" asked Mr. Weasley with a concerned look on his face.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you Mr. Weasley."

"Arthur."

Hermione nodded. "Yes, Arthur." Hermione and Mr. Weasley watched as Harry and the Weasley children played a simplified version of the game. The breeze continuing to comfort her as she relaxed in the surprisingly comfortable chair.

"I hope you know that if you need anything or would like to talk; Molly and I are here for you Hermione," said Mr. Weasley turning to look at her.

Hermione also turned to look at the leader of the Weasley clan. Looking at his thinning red hair and the lines that the surrounded his eyes, Hermione couldn't reset the genuine smile that stretched across her face. "Thanks Mr...Arthur," Hermione corrected herself when she saw Mr. Weasley playfully raise a finger at her. "You and Molly have been so supportive. I don't think I can ever repay you for your kindness."

"There's no need. I know it must be difficult dear. You and the boys have endured so much for this world of ours. Perhaps it is us who should be thanking you?" replied Mr. Weasley.

"I don't think that is necessary sir. It's you and your family who have suffered a great loss."

Mr. Weasley nodded "Everyone has lost someone dear to them. We are not an exception." Hermione's eyes softened as she looked at Mr. Weasley. "I miss Fred terribly, but it's my duty to keep this family strong." Hermione reached over to place her hand on Arthur's.

"I am so sorry for your loss Arthur," said Hermione as tears formed in her eyes.

"Me too dear, me too. I was told by Kingsley about your parents. I'm sorry to hear that you felt that was your only option." Hermione lowered her head not wanting Arthur to see the tears spill from her eyes. What right did she have to cry when he lost his child. A child that will never come back.

"Hermione?" Arthur put a finger under Hermione's chin raising her head so her eyes can meet his blue. "I'm a parent. I can tell when something is wrong; what is it child?" he asked as he removed his hand to grab a handkerchief from his pocket. She accepted it and spoke as she wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"I'm going to leave the continent; to search for my parents in Australia." Arthur's eyes widened and a smile formed on his face making the lines around his eyes more pronounced.

"Why that's fantastic news Hermione!"

"I have a feeling not everyone is going to be as happy for me. I leave within the fortnight."

"I don't understand. Everyone should be happy that you're going to be able to search for your parents. Being able to leave right now is a big deal. As I'm sure you know many people have been denied Portkeys until the Ministry lifts more of the restrictions that were created when Voldemort took over."

"I know sir and thank you."

Arthur looked at her and sighed, "If my son can't be happy for you, perhaps you should look further in yourself to determine what you need in your life right now." Hermione's brow furrowed as she looked at the older wizard. "I'm assuming you're going to let the rest of the family know soon?" Hermione responded with a nod of her head.

"Swell, I'll be there with my full support if you should need it," he stood up. "Let me go check on Molly and see if she'll like some help with whatever she is doing. Hopefully I'll be able to have a quick kip before tea time." Arthur leaned over and placed a kiss on top of Hermione's head as he walked back into the house. Hermione felt a bit of relief letting someone else know she was leaving. She decided it was best not to mention Harry going with her. That would be his decision in the end; however, deep down she hoped that he would not change his mind. She truly didn't want to do this alone and having Harry with her would make the journey less lonely. She knew there was a chance she might not find her parents. She also reminded herself there was a chance that she couldn't restore their memories.

Hermione returned her gaze above and watched as Harry threw a ball (Quaffle?) to George, then watched as he threw it through the hoop as Ron barely missed stopping it. The game continued on, so she decided now was the time to finish her book. As the day grew darker, Mrs. Weasley walked out into the garden with three trays following her. She raised her wand to her throat casting a silent Sonorus. "Tea is ready!" her voice echoing throughout the garden. The trays floated down to the middle of the large picnic table Molly had earlier extended to accommodate everyone outside.

"Come Hermione, try some of these lemon tea cakes I made. It's a brand new recipe from Witch Weekly." Hermione reached for the tiny yellow cake covered with icing sugar. She placed it in her mouth. The tart of the lemon making her smile as it paired perfectly well with the breeze and sunshine. "That's absolutely delicious, Mrs. Weasley. What a perfect complement to the season." replied Hermione.

"Oh, thank you dear. I do try my best," she smiled as she started to remove the cups from the trays.

"A complement to the season?" Hermione turned around to see the pearly whites of Charlie Weasley smiling at her. "Now I definitely have to try one." He sat down next to her reaching over to the tower of cakes; picking up the bright yellow square. She watched as he placed the piece into his mouth. Her eyes stayed on him as she noticed him place the tip of his finger between his lips to suck off the left behind sugar. She swallowed, hoping it wasn't loud enough for the dragon tamer to hear. He locked eyes with her as he licked off the sugar that sprinkled his lips. "Yes, a complement to the season, indeed."

Hermione let out a giggle. She internally rolled her eyes at herself. "Giggles, really Hermione Jean?"

"I pride myself on my food critic skills," said Hermione with a shrug of her shoulders. Charlie let out a deep robust laugh making Hermione laugh with him.

"Oi! What's so funny?" asked Ron as he sat down on her opposite side loading tea cakes and sandwiches onto his plate.

"Hermione was just telling me about her side job as a food critic," replied Charlie as he gave Hermione a quick wink.

"What?" asked Ron with a confused look on his face.

"Nothing Ron, just a joke," she said as her best friend continued to eat his cucumber sandwich. "Where's Harry?" she asked. Then turned around in her seat to spot her, (hers?) black-haired wizard leaving the shed. She watched as Ginny ran after him putting her arm through his. Hermione turned back to take a sip of her tea as Harry and Ginny sat across from her.

"How do you like your tea Harry?" asked Ginny as she reached for an empty tea cup.

"Two sugars and a splash of milk," replied Hermione reaching over the table to place the cup of tea she made in front of her (might as well be a little possessive) wizard.

"Thanks lov-" he paused. "Hermione," Harry corrected, giving her a secretive smile.

"Oh," said Ginny looking at Hermione. "Looks like you beat me to it." Hermione lifted the corner of her mouth.

"How do I take my tea Hermione?" asked Ron when she sat back down. Hermione turned her head to stare at her best friend.

"Um." The wheels in her head turning. She never paid attention to how Ron preferred his tea. Hell, she wasn't even sure if Ron drank tea. "Three sugars and lots of milk?" This came out more of a question than she had planned.

"Hermione...you truly know everything!" replied Ron as he gave her quick squeeze around her shoulders.

"Lucky fucking guess," she thought as she smiled at him and quietly finished her tea.