Hermione Granger was annoyed with her boyfriend. Of all the stupid, insane things he could do, he had to go and tickle her.

Normally she wouldn't have minded, but she was in the middle of the most recent edition of her favourite book.

The 1999 Edition of Hogwarts: A History.

The edition that had been edited by someone she had known for nearly 9 years. And she knew the author personally, as he was her boyfriend.

Of course he used a pseudonym, a nom de plume.

And the magical public lapped it up.

People who read about history were not going to be fooled by an obviously made up name, an anagram. There wasn't even a picture of him on the inside cover. He'd never put his face into print.

But there was more than just his name. The whole thing had been written so that he would come across as a respected Professor, but there was a lot of little things too, the way he spoke, the words he chose – they were very carefully chosen and cleverly done. It was obvious when you looked at it, which was why Hermione knew that it was obvious who the author really was.

Her boyfriend.

Harry Potter.

And she held the first ever copy to come off the press.

She smiled happily as she turned the pages. In this edition of the book, Harry had actually included some actual stories about what had happened in Hogwarts over the years. The troll, the third floor corridor.

Even the Chamber of Secrets.

And then there was the sections on the Hogwarts House Elves and the Battle of Hogwarts.

He hadn't included many pictures though; there weren't any of the battle itself, or of the Elves. But he had described the battle in great detail, making it look from an outsiders view instead of from his own view.

It was all so good. So authentic.

Hermione's heart skipped a beat as she reached a particularly interesting part of the book.

Then she remembered that she was supposed to be angry with him.

All because he was tickling her.

"Let me go!" she shrieked. "I'm trying to read here."

She slapped at his arm, trying to get him to let go.

But he just kept laughing. She couldn't blame him though, the tickling was hilarious.

"Stop tickling me," she said sternly, although her voice still cracked a bit.

Harry released his grip and put his hand back behind his head, grinning foolishly at her.

"You know I can't resist you," he teased.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "That's not an excuse, Harry. You should know that when I'm reading my favourite book, I give it the utmost concentration!"

"But its our last night in here, our last night as Head Students."

"Yes, and you want to spend it tickling each other? What kind of Head Boy are you?"

"One that is totally besotted with his beautiful Head Girl girlfriend?" Harry said, with a lopsided grin.

Hermione laughed and threw herself onto him, dropping the book on the floor.

She nuzzled against his neck, kissing him softly while her hands roamed restlessly over his body.

"Come on, Hermione, let's go to bed." Harry said, smiling, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Oh no you don't," Hermione whispered, grabbing his arms and pinning them down above his head.

"What?" he replied, confused.

She pressed her lips against his again.

"Don't you dare," Hermione said, as she kissed him harder, biting his lip lightly when he tried to say something.

"Hermione..." he groaned.

"Not until I've finished my book," she said.

"But your favourite author is right here!" Harry pointed out.

"Well, Professor Torry, you can recite the TriWizard Tournament chapter for me, if you like," she said, pushing him away slightly.

Harry burst out laughing and sat back on the bed, shaking his head.

"Alright, alright, I'll wait," he said, waving his hand playfully.

"Thanks, Harry."