Another thanks to Pamela RR and a thank you to my readers! I truly appreciate all the support.

We are almost at the end friends! One more chapter and then a short epilogue.

Hermione woke up basking in the warmth coming from the body next to her. His head was on both their pillows and if she suddenly moved she might fall off the bed. Harry tended to end up in the middle of the bed most mornings. She knew this information because they had been sharing a bed since that day in the library, (excluding last weekend's trip to the Burrow). The truth was, she didn't mind. She liked sharing a bed with him and she had grown accustomed to the scent of his eucalyptus spearmint shampoo. The smell seemed to always penetrate his bed linens and she loved breathing in the calming scent. She slowly turned to her side, moving a few strands of hair to see his face. He had truly grown into a man over the years. His jawline was masculine and his once boyish face could no longer be seen. His body was still a little too thin, but she could say the same for herself. They were still trying to gain back the weight they lost over the past year, which she was figuring out quickly wasn't taking very long thanks to the Hogwarts cuisine and Mrs. Weasley's cooking. Hermione smiled at him while lightly tracing his lighting bolt scar.

"I tried that and it still won't come off," he mumbled. Hermione giggled and kissed the scar.

"Good morning," she said as Harry pulled her closer to him.

"Morning, and do you know why it's a good morning, love?"

"Um...because you woke up next to a clever and sexy nude witch?"

"No, I was actually going to say because we don't have to work on the castle today," Hermione slapped Harry on his bum so hard the sound vibrated through the room.

"Blimey! You hit hard." Hermione laughed as Harry held her tighter and was able to position her under his body. "I can only imagine how Malfoy felt when you hit him."

"I do recall that it was his face that I hit and not his arse." The duo laughed again as Harry settled in between Hermione's legs. Her arms wrapped around him, gently rubbing his back. They stayed that way for awhile their eyes locked on each other. Harry lowered his head kissing her tenderly. Her soft hands roamed down his back and over his arse, grabbing the muscles as he started to rub against her wet core. The kiss became heated as their tongues started caressing the insides of each other's mouths. Harry's pace was a bit too slow for Hermione, so she quickly solved the issue. Harry was completely caught off guard when Hermione pushed her body up and rolled him over on his back. She immediately straddled his hips and grabbed ahold of his hardened cock. When her brown eyes caught his emerald she smirked at him while sliding his cock seductively through her slick folds. Harry moaned grasping her hips so tightly, he was sure to leave behind bruises. Hermione lifted herself higher on her knees then slowly descended allowing him to easily enter her. They both moaned at the connection, relishing in the feel of the new position. Harry glided his hands from her hips so he could caress her round breasts. She moaned louder as he reached her nipples, pinching the hardened flesh between his thumb and index finger. With her moans she could feel his hips thrust up, syncing in movement to her own. The intense friction causing her to tilt her head back and arch her back.

"You're so beautiful, Hermione," Harry said breathlessly as he continued to keep up with her movement. His flattering words bringing more of that sweet ache to her already throbbing center. She opened her eyes and looked at him. His face was handsomely flushed with a light gleam of sweat. His eyes were no longer emerald, but the color of the darkest Evergreens. Her top half of her body moved down and kissed him as her hands held on tightly to the cutouts of his wooden bed frame.

"And you ...feel absolutely amazing," she whispered between kisses. "I don't ever want to leave your bed."

"Brilliant. I don't plan on letting you leave," Harry responded before maneuvering her to her back. He lowered his head; slipping her nipple into his mouth. She moaned grabbing a hold of his already messy hair.

"Kiss me Harry...please!" she sighed. Harry moved to capture her lips. His kiss was so intense that her orgasm reached the breaking point instantly causing her entire body to convulse.

"That's right, love. Tha..Mmm, Mmm, fuck!"

Hermione held him tightly as she felt his movements become erratic. She watched as his eyes closed and his mouth opened, moaning with all the pleasure that had built up inside him. His release was always a sight to see, she thought. The satisfaction on his face would show itself with a small smile. His eyes would open to look at her, then his head would lower to place a chaste kiss on her lips. These small actions made by him always made her feel such fulfillment. She had realized not too long after their return from the Burrow how much she really loved Harry. She has loved him as a friend for years, but this was different and it was wonderful. Over the last two weeks of talking, planning, and daily shagging their relationship was helping them turn into the people they wanted to be. Hermione couldn't help, but grin at the thought.

"Thinking of all the times we shagged?" Harry asked as he looked at the curly haired witch.

"As a matter of fact, I am. You gave me a reason to love the Hogwarts library even more."

"Did you ever love the Great Hall?

"Um..no. But, I do now. I especially love the Slytherin table something terrible." Harry laughed and pulled the witch closer to him, holding her in his arms.

"Well, we had to celebrate its restoration some way." This time Hermione laughed, then turned to face him.

"Harry, I know you've already said yes, but...I still want you to know that you have a choice. You don't have to leave with me tomorrow. I don't want you leaving with me to turn into an obligation."

"Mione... we are leaving tomorrow and we are going to find your parents to restore their memories. Well, the restoring part is all you. I will be there to assist with whatever you need, like...bringing you water or food when you need it." Hermione placed her lips on his once again and kissed him tenderly.

"I don't know how I could ever repay you?" Harry stroked her cheek.

"You allowing me to go with you is enough...and you shagging me is another."

"Harry James Potter!" she shouted as she slapped his arm and tried to hide the smile that was forming on her lips.

Harry placed a sandwich with a bowl of carrot soup by his bed. Hermione was still asleep curled around the bed's white sheets. After another round of shagging, she had fallen asleep and had been out for the last thirty minutes. He knew she was nervous about their journey tomorrow, so he thought the extra sleep would do her some good. He wished he could crawl into the bed next to her and sleep as well, but he had plans that needed to be carried out. As he leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead he smiled at her relaxed expression. It was truly a rare scene since Hermione's mind seemed to never stop. Harry made to leave the room, but not before he made sure to add a warming charm to her soup.

"Mr. Potter!" Harry turned around to see Professor McGonagall coming down the corridor.

"Good morning, Professor."

"I believe the correct phrase is good afternoon, Mr. Potter. It's half past noon."

"Yes, of course. Good afternoon Professor."

"I wanted to let you know that tonight's farewell party for Miss Granger is all set. The elves have prepared food and Mr. Longbottom along with the help of Miss Lovegood will have the Great Hall decorated for the occasion. May I assume you have a guest list completed? I would like to know exactly who would be entering Hogwarts tonight."

"Yes, it's a short list, I haven't heard back from a few people," replied Harry handing the list to Professor McGonagall. The new headmistress looked at the parchment, then once again focused her attention on Harry.

"I understand there was a... misunderstanding between Ms. Granger and Mr. and Ms. Weasley?"

"Yes, it's been a couple of weeks since I or Hermione have heard from Ron and Ginny. I was however, able to get the majority of Weasleys to come. Even Bill and Fleur. I just haven't heard back for Ron or Ginny. Even Mrs. Weasley told me she will make it. She told me she was tired of being angry and she couldn't imagine not saying goodbye to me or Hermione." The headmistress shook her head in agreement.

"Very good. It looks like Molly may have learned how to stay out of matters that don't concern her." Harry looked at his old professor and gave her a nod. "Might you know where I could find Miss Granger? I checked her room and she was not there." Harry's eyes grew wide as he saw a thin eyebrow raise on the witch's face.

"Oh, I-I'm." Harry's eyes quickly went to his room door, then back to McGonagall's. Did you check the library?" The witch's eyebrow fell just slightly as a the corner of her mouth raised.

"No, Mr. Potter. I have not checked the library. But...if you happen to see her before I do, please let her know I would like a moment of her time," replied the headmistress. "And another word of advice, Mr. Potter. I'm sure you're aware of this, but sometimes one needs reminding , Hogwarts is a very old; the walls have ears and eyes ." With a tilt of her head Professor Mcgonagall turned on heel, heading back down the dark corridor. "Good afternoon and I'll see you this evening," she added as she turned the corner.

Harry entered the Great Hall to see Neville magically hanging streamers from the fireplace mantle. The tables had been moved to one side, leaving only one where Luna was adding small vases filled with lavender down the middle.

"Hello Harry!" shouted Neville as he turned to Harry as he entered the room. Luna looked up and made her way towards him.

"Hi Neville; Luna."

"Hello Harry Potter. I hope your day has been pleasant," replied Luna.

"It has, thank you, Luna."

"That's nice to hear. I can see a glow around you, it's quite lovely," the blonde witch smiled and continued to place flowers along the lengthy table. Harry thought about her remark, figuring it was perhaps a good thing? He shrugged and walked over to Neville.

"How's it looking, so far?" Neville asked with a look of accomplishment on his face.

"It's brilliant Neville. I'm sure Hermione will love it." Harry smiled at his fellow Gryffindor.

"I'm glad I can help. It's nice to do something fun besides fixing stone walls all day."

"I agree. Having the Great Hall and the library fixed, really makes it seem that-"

"Everything is going to be fine," said Neville with a crooked smile on his lips.

"Yeah...everything will be fine. I'm going to check on Hermione. I want to make sure she had her lunch and make sure we have everything we need."

"Sounds good, mate. I'll see you later tonight." Harry turned to leave the Great Hall. He wanted to make sure to wake up Hermione and finally inform her that a get together was being arranged for her. He had been so happy to have his friends want to help when he mentioned a dinner for Hermione. Professor McGonagall thought it would be the perfect time to give the volunteers a rest and a chance to enjoy all their efforts. Harry made sure to invite the volunteers that have been helping with the school. Surprisingly, even a couple of Slytherins had made the list. "Oh! Harry!...hold on!" shouted Neville as he came to stop Harry. "A letter came for you. Sorry, I should have mentioned that first."

"No worries, Neville. Thanks." Harry took the parchment and opened the letter; he immediately recognized the sloppy handwriting. A grin appeared on his face that stretched from ear to ear. It truly has been a pleasant day.