A/N: Written in a ramen-and-caffeine induced half hour of hilarious insanity at 1:50 in the morning. Enjoy.

"Harry?"

"Hm?"

"I don't mean to be a bother…"

"Mhm."

"But you do realize that you have thirteen wizengamot seats that are vacant, right?"

"I let Neville take care of it. He's actually pretty good at this stuff."

"But isn't it your job to rise up and overthrow Dumbledore's evil machinations?"

This statement made Harry look up. "Look, 'Mione. Whatever Dumbledore's machinations were, they got worked out. Voldemort's gone-" He paused. "Come to think of it, it's funny how they immediately agreed when I offered them their own country. Maybe they didn't realize there's no one to rule over except themselves there? Anyway, with Voldemort gone, what does Dumbledore have to scheme about?"

"Taking your fortune!"

"He's welcome to whatever he can take, honestly. He's clearly a genius, so he can probably use it for a lot of great things."

"Speaking of great things, where's your second wand?"

"Second wand?"

"The second one that's so much better than your first and reflects your greater powers!"

"Hermione, first off, I'm pretty good at some stuff and bad at others — like literally everyone else in the world. Secondly, I have a wand with one of only two feathers of a PHOENIX. That's pretty dang cool, if you ask me."

Hermione looked like she was about to have a fit. "Well, why aren't you in your mansion right now!? Why are you in the common room!? You're sixteen, Harry, you should be able to move away with your harem!"

"Hermione, real estate prices are at an all-time low right now. I have time to pick, you know."

"But the hare-"

"-Hermione, what harem? I went on ONE date with Daphne Greengrass, and ONE with the Patil twins. Which, by the way, was very uncomfortable. Don't know what I was thinking."

"But you're-"

"-Dating Tracey now. Yeah. Maybe because she's fun, sweet, and doesn't ask difficult questions."

Hermione flushed bright red and sat down. "Still doesn't change the fact you should buy your own house and move there."

"And do what? I'd miss my friends. Plus, the cooking here is great, and I'm attending on scholarship! Sending the Dark Lord and his minions away definitely counts big-time when being considered for those, let me tell ya."

"You need to shape up! You're Hadrian-"

"Harry."

"Harrison-"

"Harry."

Herman-"

"Harry."

"Hashem-"

"Harry."

"Hridhaan-"

"Hermione, you changing my name to make it cooler by your standards is almost an attempt to ruin my appreciation for my own perfectly fine name."

"But names have power, Harry, and-"

"-And Harry is perfectly fine. You don't see history calling the legendary Harry Hothead 'Hadrian' now do you? Harry means to pursue and relentlessly. Isn't that pretty awesome?"

Hermione was almost speechless. "I- I- Are you happy, Harry? Are you really happy, not living your life and spending all that money you have and being super powerful? Are you really happy with not using all the elemental powers from Merlin and all the founders and everything? Are you happy with just being okay and not being great?"

Harry took a moment to pause and consider. He then sat back, took a sip of the hot cocoa on the side of his chair, and smiled softly. "You know," he said quietly, "I really am."