Harry woke up very early. Well, early for him, but it was also before Hermione got up, which was a feat in and of itself. The sun was being blocked by the maroon curtains that were hanging in Percy's old room. Harry pulled his arm out from around Hermione and attempted to untangle himself from Hermione to get out of bed, all whilst not waking her.

After releasing himself from her grasp, Harry put on some pajama pants and a grey t-shirt. He reminded himself to shower once he got back to his flat. Harry tiptoed to the door, grabbing his wand from the dresser and sticking it in his back pocket. He opened the door slightly, stopping just before he left, he turned around and looked at Hermione sleeping peacefully. Whenever he had found Hermione asleep, he thought she couldn't get any more beautiful, yet she proved him wrong, every damn day.

Harry exited the room, slowly closing the door behind him. He made his way down to the kitchen to make his breakfast. He knew the Weasley's were not early risers so he had to be extra quiet while making his breakfast.

Harry got the food and pans out. Harry lit the burner with a quick Incendio. He cracked the first egg on the side of the pan, dumping the contents into the pan. He followed suite with the next two eggs. He grabbed the bacon and placed 3 strips next to the eggs. Using his wand, he levitated two pieces of bread over to the toaster. He set the toaster so his bread would come out a nice golden brown. Once the eggs and bacon were perfect (to Harry's standards), he levitated them onto a plate before walking over to butter his toast.

Harry decided he would sit at a table by the window. The sun was still low in the horizon, so the sky at The Burrow ranged from dark on one side to an orange-blue on the other. Harry was nibbling at his toast while writing something down in a red leather-back journal. Ginny had gotten him the journal a few months after the war, while they were still together. He didn't write much in it at first, but over time he wrote things down that were happening in his life. It wasn't a day-to-day journal, but more for his thoughts and anything that happened in his life he wanted to write down.

Harry had heard footsteps coming from the stairwell, he scrambled and hid the journal by putting it in his back pocket. He realized it was Ron after he heard the footsteps and get louder and clunkier after each step. "Morning Ron" Harry said, before taking a bite of his bacon.

"Huh, whozere? Oh morning Harry, I didn't expect you to be up this early, you never are." Ron was right, in Hogwarts, Harry always woke up after most people, sometimes even Ron. In his later years Ron started to wake up a little earlier than usual and Harry slept later.

"You're right. I didn't expect to wake up this early after last night. Believe or not, I have been waking up earlier than I used to." Harry replied.

"Oh so that's who I heard last night, was it?" Ron winked at Harry before turning to butter his toast.

"Wha-what? We weren't that loud... were we?" Harry stuttered, he didn't think that they made much noise. Whenever Hermione stayed at Harry's place, they didn't need to worry about making too much noise as he had no neighbors.

"I thought you were a wizard? Have you forgotten how to put up a silencing spell?" Ron smiled when Harry lowered his head and muttered something about being pre-occupied to worry about that. "Don't worry about it, We had drunkards all over the Burrow, you two weren't the only ones who forgot to put up silencing charms." Ron sat down across from Harry.

"I noticed you and Lavender were getting pretty close last night. How are things now." Harry finished his breakfast and set his utensils on his plate. Ron had a large grin on his face, he was trying to hide the grin, but was failing miserably.

"We're together. I think. I'll need to make sure with her. She's so amazing. She didn't expect anything from me last night, she said if I wanted to take it slow, we could." When Lavender got into a relationship, things usually moved really fast. She's never been able to hold a relationship longer than a few months. She finally figured out that she should have been going slow with them, instead of jumping into bed the first chance she gets. "I said, I'd like that, going slow is my kind of relationship. But there was so much tension in the room last night. We couldn't help it." Ron grinned.

Harry rolled his eyes, but still smiled.

"How's life with Hermione?" Ron asked.

"It's amazing. It doesn't feel like much of a difference to before where we were still best friends, but at the same time, it feels entirely different. Before, there was the aspect of love, but only as friends, and now, it's more than just friends. It's as potential partners, lovers, friends. She's so... so, I can't think of a word to describe her. Perfect just feels so, inadequate. She's so caring, supportive, kind, adventurous, no not in that way Ron. She's dedicated and ambitious in her career, but she sets a reasonable goal. She knows her limits, though there are times where I would need to ask her to stop working. She's so clever, but you knew that already. There are so many words I could use to describe her and it would take me forever to describe what life is like with her." Harry didn't realize he had been rambling on.

Once Harry had stopped talking, all Ron could say, was "Wow."

"Yeah. I love her. I really do." Harry had now gotten up to put his dishes away. Someone else had now woken up as there were footsteps coming down the stairs. Harry had set his dishes in the sink and charmed them to be clean. Harry turned around and was met with, what he thought was a very attractive, yawning Hermione. She had put on some plaid pajama shorts and a red silk t-shirt. "Morning Mione". Harry smiled as she walked over to where Harry was leaning against the counter.

"Mmm, Morning Harry." She mumbled into his shirt as she was now embracing him tightly. She still felt tired from the night before.

"Would you like some breakfast? Maybe some coffee?" Harry asked, cupping her face ever so gently as if she was a tea cup made of china, he held her head back slightly, so he could look into her big brown eyes.

Hermione looked up at him, "I'd like that. Thank you Harry." She went on her tiptoes to be able to kiss Harry. After the kiss, she stood normally, and placed her head in the crook of his neck, giving him light kisses along the jaw and neck.

A whistle came from across the room. Hermione was startled and almost jumped into Harry's arms. "Sorry Hermione, I've never seen that side of you." Ron said laughing, putting his hands up in defense.

Harry had chuckled, "Didn't you two date? Or did I imagine the entire thing?"

"Fair, but we never really went that far." Ron blushed and rubbed his neck.

Harry rubbed Hermione's back, "How would you like your eggs today?"

"Mmm, Sunnyside up today please and thank you, also can you make the bacon really crispy for me?" Hermione asked politely.

A few minutes had passed and Harry had finished making Hermione's breakfast. While Hermione was eating her food, the trio, consisting of Harry, Ron and Hermione, had caught each other up in their lives, more so Ron caught up with Harry and Hermione and vice-versa. Harry and Hermione had stayed until Molly and Arthur had woken up to thank them for their hospitality. After both receiving a big hug from Mrs. Weasley, Harry and Hermione had walked with Ron down to the end of the Burrow's lane.

Hermione had hugged Ron, while Harry shook his hand and said that they should go to a Quidditch match soon. After saying their good-byes, Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and apparated to Harry's flat. They set their bags on the floor beside the couch in the living room, then, they themselves had dropped onto the couch.

"That was a fun night. We should go out more." Hermione said, resting her head on Harry's shoulder.

"Yes we should. Speaking of which, don't make plans for Tuesday night."

"Why? What for?" Hermione asked, raking her fingers through Harry's hair.

"You'll have to wait and find out."

"Harry James Potter, tell me what it is." Hermione had now sat up straight.

"I can't darling. It will ruin the surprise." Harry shrugged his shoulders, placing his hand on her side.

"Alright fine." Hermione huffed. She picked up her wand, cast a few spells to light some candles, turn the lights off, and play some music. She then sat on Harry's lap, placing her wand down on the coffee table, linking her arms around his neck. "I guess..." She placed a kiss on his cheek, "I will...", placing another closer to his lips, "wait and see what it is.", lastly kissing him on the lips, but not just a normal kiss, but a hot, heavy, head-spinning, lustful kiss. She pulled back, reaching back, Hermione had let her curly hair fall down, half covering her face. She smiled at him.

"Wow.", was all Harry could manage.

"In the meantime, you'll have to wait and see what happens next, on Tuesday night." Hermione slowly stood up.

"Wait- but you-" Harry started.

"Nope," She placed a finger to his mouth, quieting him, "no buts. It's only fair play." She turned around and bent over to pick up her wand. Looking back at Harry, she saw him look not at her ass, but into her eyes. Why can't he be normal and just stare at my ass. "Whatcha looking at?" She was now standing normally, facing Harry.

"You."

"Why?"

"Because I love you. And you're so out of this world gorgeous." Harry smiled, getting up.

Hermione blushed, and made a sound she hoped that was close to 'aww', "Still not getting any tonight. Sorry Potter." Hermione winked and walked to the door, with Harry following behind her.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" Harry asked, grabbing Hermione's waist and pulling her close.

"Absolutely." She kissed him. Harry backed away from Hermione so she could apparate safely. "Love you."

"Love you too."

xXx

Tuesday, August 24th 1999

Unknown Location

Harry looked down at his watch, 3:47 p.m., only 1 more hour of paperwork until he could go home. He so desperately wanted to go out on the date he had planned for Hermione and himself.

St. Mungos Hospital

Hermione rubbed her temples while resting on her desk. She was dealing with some paperwork that dealt with finishing her student training a year early. People thought that she would love paperwork, since she was a bookworm in her younger years, but as she got older she began to dislike writing as much as she had to do in the past year.

She checked her watch, 4:45 p.m., 'I'll finish this next week, they don't seem to care if things are late.' Hermione put the small stack of papers into a folder and levitated the folder onto a shelf in her office. She organized her desk, grabbed her purse and coat, and left her office. She got to the apparation point in her building, bid the security guard goodnight, and apparated home.

Outside Hermione's Parent's house

Harry appeared outside Hermione's house with an umbrella resting on his wrist, it looked like it was going to rain before their date would be over. He decided the date would be purely Muggle, aside from apparating, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get where they needed to be in time. He approached the door, and knocked three times. He knew he didn't have to worry about Hermione's parents answering the door as they were away at a dentistry conference.

"Just a minute!" He heard from inside the flat. Harry adjusted the black suit he was wearing. Harry looked up as he heard the door open.

As the door opened, he couldn't believe his eyes, Hermione was wearing a black lace cocktail dress that showed off her body very well, according to Harry. Harry considered, after seeing her, for just a single second, to not go out tonight. He then remember the trouble he went through to get everything ready. She was putting her small diamond earrings in as Harry entered. She only knew to dress up since Harry told her that they would need to be dressed up for part of the date.

"Wow. You're absolutely stunning. I'm at a loss for words." Harry commented, his jaw opening and closing repeatedly, not knowing what else to say. Hermione blushed at his comment, although he was not able to see as she was turned away from him to grab her coat and purse.

Hermione turned around, "And you look really, and I mean, really, sexy. You practically have me swooning." She pulled Harry closer to her and kissed him passionately. He returned the kiss, picking her up and spinning her around once. After they broke the embrace, Hermione was ready to go, "Ready?" She asked Harry.

"Absolutely."

"Where to first?" Hermione was eager to find out.

"Close your eyes."

"Okay."

Harry took ahold of her hand, and all of a sudden she felt a hook behind her navel.

Harry and Hermione reappeared outside of a large building. Hermione did not know where they had apparated to, but she could tell it was more southern than where she lived. "Where are we?"

"France." Harry smiled as he grabbed a hold of Hermione's hand, pulling her in front of the large building, which Hermione recognized as one of the great magical theatres designed by Leonardo Da Vinci, built by the wizarding architect, Uailean DeManne, in 1021 A.D. Hermione was speechless. It was just as she had seen in books and pictures.

"Oh Harry! I can't believe it!" Hermione had wanted to visit this place when she was still in Hogwarts, but of course with muggle parents, she was not able to visit the theatre.

"You better believe, because we have tickets to tonight's show. Tonight consists of, The Maid of Orleans and Das Rheingold." Harry pulled two tickets out of the inside pocket of his suit.

Hermione gasped, "Harry, you shouldn't have!"

"Just wait, the night's not over yet." Harry smirked and draped his arm around Hermione's shoulders, bringing her into the theatre.

xxx

Harry pushed the door open with his foot. Hermione had her legs wrapped around Harry's torso, arms linked around his neck. Harry was struggling to maneuver around his apartment whilst in a passionate embrace with Hermione. He managed to pull his wand out of his pocket to close the door, put up some silencing and privacy charms, all while carrying Hermione and kissing her. He set her down and began to take off her coat, Hermione following suit.

Within minutes, the two were nude, locked in a heated embrace with Hermione pushed up against one of the walls in his apartment, Harry took it slow at first, he didn't want to break the wall, or more importantly, hurt Hermione. Moans of pleasure, grunts and giggles came from the apartment, if anybody was able to hear the two, they would wish to be in either Harry or Hermione's position. Harry pulled out, and turned Hermione around, cupping one hand on her cheek, kissing her. He then abruptly pulled her against him and stood up with her in his arms, supporting her weight with his hands under her hips. She wrapped her legs around his waist, still feeling euphoric from the entire night.

He put her down on the bed and fell on top of her, re-positioning himself, he entered Hermione, and began to move his hips in a rhythmic motion. "Yes Harry, keep going!" Hermione begged, matching her hips to the rhythm. Harry began to move faster, Hermione screamed as she reached her climax, Harry finishing just after her, grunting. Harry moved off of Hermione and laid next to her.

"I love you." They said in unison. Hermione draped a leg and an arm across Harry, snuggling up close to him.

A/N: Sorry for the very slow updates, I've been really busy the past few months. For those of you who have read The Re-sorting, I'm sorry but I'm not continuing the story, I went in a direction I never meant to and I'm unhappy with the story. I will be continuing this story, I do have around 3 or 4 chapters laid out.