some things to clarify.... :
1. jonathon died.
2. everyone was affected badly by it because when they attended the funeral, which hermione set up to be in the cemetery of all those they lost during the war, they were all confronted with grief of those they had lost before then.
3. ginny's family would in my opinion have been angry at her for a long time, but they would have supported her and tried to understand her reasons for doing the things she did. also i doubt mrs. weasley would have allowed her grandson to grow up without her....
if there is anything else you wish me to clarify please ask nicely in a review
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It still occasionally seemed odd, even after all that had happened in her life, that she was here today, her left hand resting comfortably on his bare chest, his mothers ring twinkling in the early morning light that crept through their closed shutters.
She raised her head slightly and smiled when she saw his sleeping face, his hair, as per usual was sticking out at odd angles, probably due to the fact she had grasped it last night in a moment of passionate stupor. Hermione's cheeks burned scarlet at the memory and she sat up slowly, making sure not to disturb him, yet, she thought a small smile on her face.
She began to trail gentle butterfly kisses up his abdomen, to his neck and then to his lips. The moment they came in contact his body sprung to life, immediately pinning her to the bed, her legs wrapped around his waist
He continued to breathe deeply, as if in a deep sleep and Hermione smiled smally, remembering fondly another time they had been in a similar position.
"Harry… Harry?" she asked her voice rising in pitch with each syllable that left her mouth. He made a noise and buried his face in the valley of her breasts, his breathing still heavy his body limp against her. She ran her fingers through his hair which had flecks of gray through it, in an attempt to rouse him from his slumber, but to no avail, he merely moved his face slightly, his nose grazing the side of her breast causing a sharp intake of breath on her part. "Harry? Sweetheart we have to get up…Harry!" she exclaimed in shock when his mouth latched onto one of her breasts, gently bringing its centre to a hardened peak. "Harry…" her back arched into his mouth and he opened his eyes a smirk on his face.
"Good morning." He said bemused and Hermione growled. He kissed her gently on the lips to calm her. She placed a gentle hand to his face and he smiled, kissing the inside of her wrist. He took her left hand and slowly removed his mothers ring, now hers, from Hermione's hand.
He twirled the ring in his fingers the emeralds and diamond sparkled up at him in the gentle rays of sunlight. True love, forever and always. L&J. H&H. He smiled and met her loving gaze. He kissed each of her fingertips before gently sliding the ring back on her finger, and with a sigh of contentment he rested his head on her stomach and feigned sleeping once more.
"Harry James Potter, get off of me this instant!" Hermione said in mock anger, a smile tugging on her lips.
"But I don't want to." Harry whined and resumed his feigned sleep.
"Stop acting like a toddler Harry, you're thirty nine years old!" she exclaimed and let out a squeal when he kissed the inside of her thigh.
"I know… I am the young one in this marriage Mrs. Potter." Hermione growled, he always teased her about the year difference between them; it was his form of a joke.
She rolled her eyes and smirked down at him. "I know and I have been offering my wisdom in all aspects of our relationship." She whispered, her eyes hooded and he narrowed his eyes at her. She began to laugh; a sweet musical laugh and Harry couldn't help but smile and capture her lips in a smouldering kiss.
"Oh Harry, you know I love you but… morning breath!" she exclaimed and he smirked.
"You don't see me complaining about yours." He teased and she gasped and hit him playfully on the shoulder. "What was that for?" he faked discomfort and she shrugged her shoulders innocently.
He stood and walked casually toward the bath room door, the water started and Hermione leant back, pulling the covers up to her chin. She smiled when she thought of the past three decades of her life; she smiled because those three decades had involved Harry.
Her wedding was on the anniversary of James and Lily's, it was, thankfully a small, yet beautiful ceremony, few had attended, a guest list of about thirty. It was the way they wanted it. Harry of course stated I really just want to settle down, have a quiet life… I know that seems impossible… but I really want to try. Hermione smiled at the memory, their daughter had been the flower girl, she had turned five by then and was beginning to pick up every book in sight and read it, even if they turned out to be much too mature for her innocent eyes.
Hermione discovered about a month after their wedding that she was, once again pregnant. Harry of course was overjoyed, he completely devoted himself to everything, making sure Hermione didn't lift a finger, Hermione, although seeing the good things about his adoration, was often bored and often when her mood was undesirable she would take it out on him.
But he took it in his stride, and why wouldn't he, the twins were born and Jonathon looked exactly like Harry, right down to the messy black hair and bright green eyes. Elena however, was a spitting image of herself; her youngest daughter looked a lot like her eldest, the only difference, the colour of their eyes and hair.
Emerald had grown and Harry often commented that she looked a lot like Hermione did at school, nose always buried deep in a book or much to Hermione's chagrin, up in the air on a broomstick.
It was both Harry's pride and disappointment that Emerald had been sorted into Ravenclaw, instead of the house both her parents had been in. Hermione remembered telling him that she herself could have been placed in Ravenclaw, however it was her fate to be a Gryffindor, or she probably never would have known Harry. Therefore it was meant to be that their eldest would be a member of that house, no other reason.
It had been the year before Emerald entered Hogwarts that Hermione had replaced Poppy Pomfrey as the school nurse. Hermione yearned to be close to her children as they grew up and knew that she wouldn't be able to survive the long school year sitting at home, whilst Harry was at Hogwarts teaching.
Minerva, had decided that the Potter's were to live at Hogwarts during the school year in the enlarged quarters designated to the school nurse.
Hermione remembered vividly her first patient. It had been none other than Clara Weasley, on her first day she had gotten into a fight with another student over them calling a girl she did not know a mudblood. The insult was not commonly heard anymore, and the boy in question, a seventh year, was severely punished. Hermione smiled when she fixed the bruise on the back of her red head, from where she had fallen over.
Over the years after Jonathon's death, his heart had begun to give Clara his entire magical power, power which was beyond her years. The girl had to take extra lessons with Harry to learn how to control it, before taking up her position in the ministry of magic earlier that year alongside her best friend and cousin, Andrew. She was now, almost as powerful as Harry himself had been at that age, something Charlie was very proud of.
Clara unlike Emerald had been placed in Gryffindor and the moment Emerald entered the school their friendship had deepened. Much to Harry's displeasure, the head boy Leonardis Malfoy, the eldest of Draco's children had developed a deep love for the head girl, Emerald. Harry had always liked the eldest Malfoy, that was until he started dating his daughter. It was a rare match, due to the fact that Leo was a Slytherin and a Malfoy, two aspects that generally did not go well with a Potter.
The youngest of the Malfoy's, Annabella seemed to always be staring into space, much like her mother did as a child, as if she could see much more than everyone else around her. She had bright blue eyes and long white blonde hair which formed a halo around her head. She, like the twins had started school that year and when she was sorted into Ravenclaw, to the displeasure of Draco, she became close friends with Jonathon whom had been placed in the same house. Elena had been placed in Gryffindor and the moment she met Jacob Thomas, Ginny's youngest, they became instant friends.
Hermione sighed when she thought of Ginny; Harry still refused to be anything more than courteous, which was, to Hermione's regret, better than her own antics towards the red head. Perhaps, she thought, Jacob and Elena will bring us together once more.
It was definitely weird, not hearing the usual bustling of their children, but she waved it off and sat up slowly, just as Harry exited the bathroom, his towel hanging low on his hips. Hermione stood and walked into the shower, a small smile on her face.
The Great Hall was packed, Christmas was a mere three weeks away and the halls were covered in decorations, due to Hagrid and his assistant Denis Creevey's hard work.
Harry placed a gentle kiss to her hand before leading her to the head table, as per usual many eyes, namely first years, followed their ascent towards the teachers, Minerva McGonagall smiled smally as they approached, Harry sat to her right, taking his place as deputy headmaster.
Blaise smiled warmly from his end of the staff table, his robes long and black much like his predecessor Snape, rather than Slughorn. His only child Isla would be attending Hogwarts next year; Lizzie had opened her own practise in Hogsmeade to be closer to him and eventually her daughter once she attended the school.
Hermione looked around the entire hall and spotted her youngest daughter waving happily at her, sitting beside Jacob whom smiled smally in her direction. Hermione returned her daughters gesture and turned to the Ravenclaw table where Jonathon appeared to be having an intense one sided discussion with Annabella whom was merely staring dreamily off into space a small smile on her face.
Harry frowned when he saw the head boy stand from his own table and walk towards his daughter whom was on the other side of the room. He looked nervous, but attempted to put an indifferent expression on his face, at this Harry snorted.
Hermione smiled when the eldest Malfoy placed his hands over Emerald's eyes. Hermione turned and saw her husband's livid expression she placed a hand on his thigh and squeezed it gently. "Harry, they're teenagers… it's what they do." Hermione whispered and turned back to her daughter and saw her do the one thing a girl should not do in the presence of her father, especially when his name is Harry Potter.
"That little snake!" Harry exclaimed and Minerva and Hermione both exchanged glances, smiles on their faces. Hermione groaned when the teenagers kiss deepened and Harry turned to the headmistress. "Minnie! Do you see what he's doing to my daughter?" Harry exclaimed and Minerva turned to him her eyes twinkling.
"I have no idea what you are talking about Harry, your daughter is enjoying her breakfast."
"Yes… really enjoying it." Hermione said to tease Harry and earned a chuckle from Minerva.
Harry stood to his feet and Hermione placed a hand over her warm heart and smiled, the heat emitting from it was just above what was natural, but in a good way.
"EMERALD LILLIAN POTTER!" Hermione flashed an encouraging smile towards her eldest whom broke away from Leo and her face burned a furious red, which resembled Hermione's own blush. Leo looked as if he was about to run, but his fathers trademark smirk was on his handsome face. Run while you can Leo. Hermione thought and bit her lower lip.
"Um… hello dad!" she said with a sweet smile on her angelic face.
Yes, definitely another day in the life of Hermione Potter.
AN hey guys,
Well… it's done… apologies if it isn't long enough, I just didn't want to drag it on too much.
Well, I must say a very big thankyou to all of you who have read my story, especially those who reviewed along the way, encouraging me and giving advice when needed it was much appreciated.
I hope to hear feedback on how you ALL liked/ disliked my story and why, because then I will know how to improve and that's always a valuable thing for a writer.
I hope to post another story up in the coming days/ weeks and continue my new found addiction to this site.
Thankyou once again and goodbye for now!
Caddy.