AN: Thank you everybody who read the Prologue! And more thanks to everybody who reviewed (which is not really that many. Please, please review! I want to know what you guys think!) I really need to update my other stories, and I will try, really, really try to update them soon.

Luv yas! Ella

P.S. I don't remember if I put this in the Prologue so...

Disclaimer: I did not invent the characters. Just Bee. And the plot. Et cetera.

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Chapter 1

Harry sighed. Living with Ron and Luna was fine, but he was kind of getting tired of Luna's constant references to animals that don't exist, and Ron always backed her up if Harry said anything about it. Plus, Harry felt like he was intruding on the married couple's lives, but if he ever mentioned feeling guilty about it, Ron waved it away, saying that it was his own idea in the first place. Luna poked her head into the room, saying that dinner was ready, pulling Harry out of his thoughts.

When he sat down at the dining room table he looked at all the food laid out on the table.

"Wow, Luna. This looks amazing! But why the feast?" Harry asked.

"Oh, I just wanted to celebrate the last of our peace and quiet," replied Luna in her usual dreamy manner.

"What does that mean? Did you adopt a crumpledinger or something?" asked Ron, looking surprised but amused.

"No. But what's a crumpledinger? Did you discover a new species?" asked excitedly.

"No, dear. I told you I don't discover them, I only appreciate them." Ron said, somewhat moodily.

"Luna, you didn't say what your big news was," interjected Harry. They both blinked around at him like they had forgotten that he was there.

"Oh. Right. I'm pregnant." Luna said extremely casually, like this was a daily topic at the dinner table, spooning mashed potatoes onto her husband's plate.

"Oh, that's nice," said Ron, not really listening.

"Um, Ron? Did you actually hear what Luna said?" Harry said, amused.

"Sure I did."

"I don't think so."

"Well, then, what'd she say?" Ron asked, directing his question at Harry, but it was Luna who answered.

"I'm pregnant," she repeated.

"You're WHAT?!" Ron yelped, leaping out of his chair. Harry laughed. Now this was the reaction he had expected. "You're pre-pregnant? Good lord! I'm gonna be a daddy! I'm gonna be a daddy!" He leapt up and hugged his wife.

"Congratulations, guys! I, uh, I have to use the loo." Harry said, making up an excuse to leave. Ron waved him off, not really paying attention. Harry breathed a sigh of relief once he left the room. Since he had moved in he always felt like he was the third wheel, always intruding in their personal moments. He wanted to give them their space because this was such an intimate moment. After waiting a couple minutes in his room, he decided that it was safe to come out. When he reentered the room, however, they were locked in a full-on lip-lock, Luna sitting in Ron's lap. Harry quickly backed out of the room and closed his eyes momentarily. This could take some getting used to…

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Hermione Granger sighed. She briefly put her head down on her desk, resting her eyes momentarily. She was the last one remaining in her office, save for her secretary Ella, and she had also been the first one there in the morning. Ella poked her head in the doorway and saw that Hermione was still working.

"Come on, Hermione. You have to sleep sometime!" The sudden noise startled the ever-working witch.

"I know, Ella, but I'm so close to a breakthrough!"

"Just finish it in the morning, Mione. I never thought I'd see anyone who was too dedicated to their job!" she added, shaking her head and walking away from Hermione's office. "I'm leaving in ten minutes Hermione! You better be finished by then!" she called over he shoulder.

Hermione groaned and started packing up. She hauled herself out into the main corridor. "Okay, Ella. I'm ready."

"Good. Now let's go." They stepped onto the elevator, which took them to the lobby. The women walked to the disapparation stations, Ella waving over her shoulder to the security guard. They said their goodbyes and disapparated.

When Hermione's living room came into view, she gratefully sucked air into her lungs. Even after eleven years of disapparating, she still hated it. Hermione plopped down on the couch and pulled out her cell phone. She and many others in the wizarding community had recently discovered cell phones to be extremely helpful. The screen on hers flashed. Words popped up on the screen saying that she had 17 missed calls. Seventeen?! Who on earth would call me that many times? Hermione wondered. She opened up the menu and chose the option to check her recent calls. Right as the screen with the numbers of missed calls popped up, her phone vibrated and started playing the overly peppy default ringtone, making her jump and almost drop the phone. It was a private caller. She hit 'Accept'.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Ms. Hermione Granger?"

"May I ask who is calling?" The person on the other end had a cheerful American voice. Hermione couldn't help wondering why someone was calling at midnight.

"Oh, I'm sorry. This is Bee... ugle! Yes, that's it. Bugle."

"Bugle?" Hermione's eyebrows flew upwards.

"That's my… nickname! You see, I play the bugle, and… well, anyways, I'm calling on behalf of Mr. Harry Potter?" Harry? Why would Harry be contacting her? They hadn't communicated in years!

"Why would Harry want to contact me?"

"Well, he doesn't. I overheard him talking to a coworker about you."

"Me?"

"Well, I assume you are the only Hermione Granger that Harry knows?"

"I guess. I mean, I haven't really talked to Harry in a couple of years."

"Yes, well I overheard him saying that he used to have a crush on you, but now he can't stand you. He said, 'She's just so damn annoying. And ugly. She has this hideous hair. You would really laugh if you saw her. And she's never even had a boyfriend! I don't know what I ever saw in her.' Or something like that." Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes.

"And why are you telling me this?" Hermione asked, trying to keep her voice even.

"I figured you had the right to know. You know, in case you were planning on making a move. Or liked him." Bee tried to keep the excitement out of her voice, but Hermione still picked up on it.

"Do you like Harry, Bugle?" Hermione asked.

"Me? Oh, no, sweetie. Not me. When I heard what he said about you I realized he was a cow."

"Well, Bugle, you can just tell Mr. Harry stinking Potter that he's lucky he doesn't like me anymore, because if he did, he would be in trouble because now I hate him!"

"Sure thing, honey. I will. Now you take care of yourself." And the line went dead. Hermione dropped the phone onto the couch, and she herself collapsed, crying. She didn't even stop to think about why this Bugle person would call her 17 times to tell her this. That night, Hermione Granger cried herself to sleep.

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Not too far away, Bee Webster put down her phone and smiled. Her plan was finally going into action.

Bee stayed up all night after her phone conversation with Hermione. She had spent the time writing a letter. And revising. And revising. And revising. And so on. So far she had:

Dear Harry,

I know that you were interested in me, and that we have not talked in a while. I'm just writing to tell you to stop thinking about me. I have moves on, and so should you. Please do not contact me. I hate you.

Love Sincerely,

Hermione

Bee had tried to copy Hermione's handwriting and style of writing as best she could from letters that she had found on Harry's desk. It seems that for about a year after the final war with Voldemort Harry and Hermione exchanged letters, just casual letters telling the neighborhood gossip and that sort of thing. It wasn't until after that that Harry started writing the love letters.

Bee had even found out what kind of owl Hermione had. She apparated to the owlry in Diagon Alley, which had, after Voldemort was defeated, regained its old charm from before the war. Bee picked out an owl that was almost identical to Hermione's and sent the letter to Harry express owl.

Bee decided that she would stay in Diagon Alley and shop for a little while. She walked down the alley, taking in all the sights, feeling like Harry when he had first found out that he was a wizard. He had told her that story many times. Bee made her way past Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, which George had expanded into an international chain once he recovered from Fred's death, and past the store where she had bought Harry his broom only a month ago. It felt like that had been twelve years ago. She eventually reached a new jewelry shop that had just recently opened. She went inside and admired all the wedding rings. She was confident that her plan would work.