"Hermione, Hermione, where fore art thou Hermione?"

"Harry, you do know that was Juliet's line in the original?"

"So?"

"Juliet's a girl."

"Oh thanks for clarifying that for me. I had no idea…"

Hermione grinned and reached out to hug the man standing in the doorway. "I've missed you all day! How long does it take to mail a few letters?"

Harry squeezed her middle affectionately and answered, "Well, it would usually take a millisecond, but seeing as how Hedwig is being used by the ministry at the moment, I had to go all the way to the post office!" Harry finished dramatically.

Hermione leaned back in his arms, looking up at Harry smirking. "You're kidding me right?"

"About what?"

"It does not take three hours to go the post office."

"Yes, well it does if you make a stop at the book store and the grocery, andtheQuidditchstore…. oh and of course the…"

"HARRY. You went to the QUIDDITCH store?"

Harry stared off into space as if contemplating the answer, "Well…yes I actually think I did…I can't really remember…"

"What did you buy?"

"Huh? Nothing! I promise…"

"Because we've been through this. One more broomstick and the front closet will be full. I have to have at least a square foot of space for my shoes remember?"

"Ah yes. The shoes."

Hermione giggled and punched Harry lightly on the shoulder. "Well come on Harry…who really needs ten different broomsticks? I mean honestly…"

"I need ten broomsticks, that's who!"

"You don't even use them!"

Harry smirked.

Hermione narrowed her eyes. "ANYWAY what did you buy?"

Harry shifted his weight between his two feet, letting go of Hermione and pacing across the kitchen. "Hermioneee…"

The only response he got was the tapping of her foot.

He took a deep breath and then answered quickly, "I needed to buy it because it was so beautiful and new and shiny and I couldn't stop looking at it and I really needed it you have no idea Hermione please don't make me take it back!"

Hermione's eyes widened. "Run that by me again?"

Harry sighed loudly, "IT'S AN AMAZING BROOMSTICK."

Hermione smirked. "Right. Ok. Let me see it."

Harry grinned and ran like a little boy out to the sitting room to bring back his purchases. As he returned, he pushed a few bags into Hermione's arms. "Oh, here's the ice cream…I forgot I bought something frozen…probably not very frozen now…oh and here's that book you wanted…OH and I forgot I got you flowers…"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Why did you get me flowers?"

"Because I knew you would like them…" Harry answered roguishly.

Hermione blushed and turned to put away the melted ice cream. "Let me see this broomstick now…"

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Ron whistled as he opened the front door to the flat. He had had a quite enjoyable day and much to his surprise, he wasn't even dreading going home and facing the cozy twosome he used to call his best friends.

Now though they were more like ghosts that floated around the house by themselves, and when they were together, they acted more like Peeves, and only caused Ron headaches.

But he wasn't going to think about that now. He had to go get ready for his date with Luna…

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Harry slowly opened the box and pulled back the tissue paper revealing the sacred broom.

Hermione gasped as she saw what it looked like. The broom itself looked like pure gold, and the handle sparkled at every angle. Scarlet and gold stripes stretched up and down the handle and glittered as Harry turned it towards the lamp.

"Gryffindor colors…" Hermione whispered as she reached out to touch it softly.

Harry beamed. "Do you see why I had to buy it?"

Hermione grinned. "You didn't HAVE to buy it Harry."

Harry only looked at her innocently, "Well then…look at the back of the handle…"

Hermione stared at him questioningly before turning over the broomstick in her hands and peering at the scripted words on the back. As they glinted in the light, Hermione sucked in her breath suddenly.

Written in tiny letters, were the words, "The Potter Jr."

"You have a broom named after you?" she asked in awe.

"Yep. And you know what's even better?"

"What?"

Harry lifted her chin with his finger and tilted her head toward his. "My son can someday ride this broom. Potter Jr."

Hermione's eyes filled with tears and her hand flew up to cover her mouth. She didn't know why. She couldn't stop the lump that was growing in her throat. Why was she about to let out a sob? She had absolutely no idea. The only thing she did know was that she had felt something tug at her heart when she had heard Harry say the words "my son." Hearing Harry think about the future, for once in his life, made it all the more special when he said it to her.

Harry leaned his face closer to hers, staring intensely into her eyes. "Hermione…"

Hermione dropped her hand from her mouth, wiping away the tears from the corner of her eyes, trying to stop the intense gaze radiating from Harry's eyes, but as he applied pressure to her chin, pushing her eyes up to meet his, she couldn't look away anymore.

"Harry…"

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BANG!

Ron slammed the front door with a slam, looking up quickly as he realized he wasn't alone. He just barely caught Harry and Hermione jump back from each other hastily averting their gazes.

"Er..hello."

Harry nodded briefly before grabbing the box in front of him and turning around to walk up the stairs. Hermione followed a few seconds after, gazing around the room in a dazed sort of way, waving to Ron quickly and then scrambling up the stairs.

Ron stood in the doorway scratching the back of his neck and trying to understand what had just happened.

If he wasn't mistaken, he had just interrupted a "moment."

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Harry slammed the door to his room closed, and leaned with his back against it. What the hell was he trying to do? Get himself hexed into oblivion?

He had been THIS close to kissing Hermione.

And what had he been thinking bringing up kids? He had never once thought about having a bloody SON…but when he saw Hermione's eyes light up when she saw the Gryffindor broom, it had been the first thing to pop into his head.

And it was the truth. Although it had been a random thought, the more he processed the idea of having a son, the more he liked it.

A son, which would have his hair, Hermione's brown eyes, and…WAIT WHAT?

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Hermione walked up the stairs hesitantly. She stood facing Harry's' closed door.

What the hell had just happened?

She touched her lips slowly. He had been THIS close to kissing her. And she had been THIS close to forgetting her own name and being swept off her feet into dreamland…

Ron and his bloody timing…

She gasped as she realized that she wanted to be kissed by Harry. No, she needed to be kissed by him. How else was she going to settle these thoughts she kept having about them in the future? And especially now that he had brought it up…a son…she could see their son now…WAIT…THEIR son?!

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Ron shook his head and walked to the kitchen. He picked up a handful of Floo Powder and threw it into the fireplace, then stuck his head into the flames and navigated his way to Luna's flat.

"Hello? Loony?"
"Hello Ronald." Luna replied as she dreamily walked into the sitting room. "What's wrong dear?"

"I think I may have ruined our entire future."

"What, did all of your money get stolen by a Niffler?"

Ron smiled briefly at his girlfriend's strangeness, but then answered, "No darling. I interrupted Harry and Hermione having a 'moment'."

"How is that going to ruin our entire future?"

"Because now they might NEVER get together!"

Luna smirked. "I thought you wanted them to say 'just friends'."

Ron blushed. "I did…but well…it's so miserable with them dancing around the subject all the time…"

Luna smiled knowingly. "Yes."

Ron pouted. "And now I've gone and ruined that!"

Luna smiled. "If I know Harry and Hermione, they'll have another moment very soon. Maybe even at this very moment…"

Ron stared at her for a moment, but then turned around abruptly, looking at something in the kitchen. "Listen, love, I have to go. I think Ginny has stopped by for some reason…I'll see you at 8."

"Goodbye Ronald."

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Hermione reached up and knocked on Harry's door lightly.

This was it. Now or never.

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Harry jumped as he heard a knock right by his head. He forgot he had been standing right by the door…

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Harry opened the door slowly, and raised his eyes to meet Hermione's. "Hello."

She smiled softly. "Hi Harry."

"Listen…"
"We need to…"

They both started talking at the same time, and both stopped abruptly looking at each other shyly.

Finally, Harry took the bold first step toward her, cupping her face with his two palms. "Hermione…I need to say something…"

Hermione met his gaze and this time she didn't' look away. She wasn't going to look away for a very long time…

…

At least until Ginny Weasley came bursting into the hallway, ranting about some new restaurant that had just opened.

Really the Weasley's bloody timing was impeccable…

Both and Harry and Hermione took a step away from each other, both glaring at the fiery redhead standing before them.

"You guys we have to try this restaurant! I heard it's absolutely brilliant! I was doing this research the other day at the library…can you believe there is such a thing as the Internet? Bloody useful…anyway…whoa…am I interrupting something?" the fiery redhead rambled before she realized the two adults standing in front of her.

Harry gritted his teeth and glowered at her. "No, not at all."

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HEHEHEHE I'm evil…

I say…two more chapters for this story. CAN YOU HANDLE THE SUSPENSE?

I suppose you can…seeing as how it's not that suspenseful. But yes…review, as you like.

(And I started a new story…Breakfast at Tiffany's: Old 'Magic' Revisited. You should read that one too…cough cough HINT cough cough)