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Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic

"The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity. The fears are paper tigers. You can do anything you decide to do. You can act to change and control your life; and the procedure, the process is its own reward."

Amelia Earhart

Twenty days had passed since Hermione's birthday, and since then, her relationship with Harry hadn't changed drastically. They still used to see each other as often as possible, but Hermione had insisted to spend more time with James instead of seeing Harry alone.

"Why?," the green-eyed wizard has asked, visibly confused.

"I want him to know me better," she had explained. "I know that we are not going to move in together anytime soon, but it would be better if..."

"You're right," Harry had interrupted her, relieved to know that it was for this reason. "You're definitely right, you have to spend more time with James. Moreover, I've got the feeling that my little boy is quite fond of you."

"And what about his father? Is he fond of me too?"

"He's quite fond of you too, yes."

They had kissed, and during the next days, Hermione had spent more time with James. Sometimes, she was just looking after him when she had a day off, giving Harry some time to do the grocery shopping or to go to the Ministry in order to see if everything was alright during his absence. At one and a half years old, James was one of the easier babies that Hermione had ever seen – not that she had had the opportunity to look after a lot of them to be honest, but her cousins' children weren't as easy as James.

And to top it all, Harry had been alright: James was fond of her. He was always eager to be in her arms, and was doing his best to pronounce her name. But while "dad" was easy to say, "Hermione" was a real challenge for him. "Mini" was the closest thing to her name that he could say, and it was enough for Hermione. Of course, Harry was making fun of her new nickname, but it didn't bother her: to know that she was a part of James' life was already more than she had dreamed of.

Harry was currently searching into his jacket's pocket to see if he had any change left to go and buy a few things for James.

"Do you need some help?," Hermione asked, James wrapping up in a towel into her arms, his body still humid after his bath.

"Got it," Harry answered with a smile before bending over to kiss her on the cheek and doing the same with James. When James was here, Harry always kissed her on the cheek, and always avoided her lips. It was for the best, since none of them wanted to disturb Harry's son further; his mother's absence was still a vivid memory, and they didn't want to add further fuel to the fire.

"See you later then," Hermione said before taking James' little hand into her own to wave at Harry. "Say goodbye, Jamie."

"Babababa," Jamie said, visibly amused by his father's departure.

"You can definitely do better than that," Hermione chuckled while looking at Harry disappeared through the entrance door.

She then took advantage of this moment alone with James to dress him, and to keep him busy until Harry's return. It was already early in the evening, and she hoped that there was something in the fridge for tonight. Otherwise, she would have to order Chinese food or pizzas, something that she wasn't really fond of.

When the doorbell rang, Hermione frowned, while James stopped playing with his bunch of toys. He raised his arms, not wanting to be left alone in his room, and Hermione sighed before taking him into her arms.

"I thought that you could walk, buddy," she joked and kissed his forehead. "Let's see who wants to talk to your father at this time of the day."

When she opened the door, she wasn't sure who was the more surprised between her and the woman at the doorstep. When she had seen her red hair, she had thought that Ginny was back, but it wasn't her; it was Molly Weasley.

"Hermione?," the Weasley matriarch said, visibly surprised to see her here.

Hermione held James closer, and tried to smile.

"Molly... I didn't expect to see you here. I guess that you want to talk to Harry..."

"Yes," she simply said, her eyes focused on James. "I want to talk to Harry, and of course, I want to spend some time with my grandson."

"Harry isn't here at the moment," Hermione explained before taking a step back when she realised that Molly wanted to enter. "But I suppose that you can stay until he comes back."

"It was my main idea, thank you," Molly retorted with a fake smile, and stretched out her arms to urge Hermione to give her James. "Come on, I missed him so much."

Hermione carefully closed the door and hesitated a second or two before handing James to Molly. Without another word for Hermione, Molly headed to the living room, and the young woman hoped that she wouldn't see too many things belonging to her in the room; during the last days, she had bought a few things to Harry's house, sometimes without even thinking about it, just wanting to have the necessary things to get ready in the morning if she spent the night here. Fortunately, her possessions were mostly in the bathroom and Harry's bedroom.

"What are you doing here by the way?," Molly asked, and Hermione could almost here the glimpse of suspicion in her voice.

"Harry asked me to... to look after James this afternoon. He had a few things to do."

"He could have asked me to do it. I'm sure that you are a busy woman who doesn't have a lot of time for yourself."

Molly Weasley wasn't Hermione's biggest fan since her break-up with Ron. Truth to be told, she had said a thousand time that, after all, Hermione wasn't made for her son, and even that she wasn't good enough for him. Until now, the young woman had tried to stay away from her, knowing that she wasn't welcome at her house any longer, despite the fact that Ron and her were in – almost – good terms at the moment, even if they didn't see each other often. Molly had been quite surprised to know that Hermione had been invited at Harry and Ginny's house for a dinner around Christmas last year, but she had done her best not to show it in front of her own children.

"Actually, it's my day off," Hermione explained. "Do you want something to drink?"

"No, thank you. I'm just going to spend a few moments with my grandson, if you don't mind."

At her tone, Hermione understood that she wasn't supposed to be here. James seemed to be calm on Molly's lap, and she decided to give them some intimacy."

"Alright. I'm just going to clean James' room a bit, he made quite a mess this afternoon."

Molly nodded, not even looking at her, and Hermione left the living room with a sigh.

The Weasleys' matriarch was – with Ginny – the last person that she had expected to see today. Almost a month had passed since Ginny's second departure, and Harry hadn't told her anything about Molly's reaction. Of course, she was aware of her daughter's marital problems since Ginny had spent three nights at the Burrow. But her opinion about it was unknown – at least until today.

Ten minutes after Molly's arrival, Hermione heard the entrance door opened, and Harry's voice echoed into the corridor.

"Damn, I should have taken an umbrella with me," he said aloud. "Unexpected rain is the worst..."

From where she was, Hermione heard his voice died out, and the reason of this sudden silence was clear: he was in front of Molly Weasley.

XxX

"Molly... To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Harry headed to the kitchen bar, and put James' food on it. Where was Hermione? And why Molly was here? When he turned around to look at this unexpected guest, he could see that Ginny's mother was smiling, James' on her lap.

"I came to see you, of course. And to see James too. It's been a while."

"Where is Hermione?"

"She's in James' room," Molly answered, her lips pursed as if she didn't want to talk about it. "Why is she here anyway? I mean, I'm James' grandmother, I'm the one who should look after him when you're not here."

Harry almost let out a laugh. It wasn't a funny situation, but Molly's voice was laughable; she seemed to be truly offended by Hermione's presence at his house, along with not being the one to look after James.

"Look, it wasn't prepared, and I didn't think that you would be available," the green-eyed wizard explained, doing his best to keep calm.

"I'm always available for James. Moreover, Ginny asked me to look after him, so I don't think that she would be pleased to know that you ask other women to do it at her house when she's not present."

"What am I supposed to understand here? Is it a threat or something?" Harry asked, frowning. If Molly was here to talk to him about her daughter's feelings, he wouldn't do her the honour to hear her rants.

"It's not a threat," Molly shook her head. "I'm just giving you my opinion about this situation. You are married, Harry, and it's not a good idea to be seen with women like... with other women," she swiftly corrected.

"Hermione is my friend since I'm eleven," Harry retorted. "And as far as I'm concerned, this is a problem between Ginny and I. I don't know what she told you about our marriage, but you obviously don't know everything about it, Molly. So please, let me life my life as I intend to."

Molly got up from the couch, James still in her arms, and she proudly lifted her chin to meet Harry's intense gaze.

"I know a lot about your marriage, Harry. And I also know that my daughter will do everything in her power to show you how devoted to your relationship, to your family she is. I just want to tell you not to give up. I know how much you want a family, and I agree that the situation isn't optimal at the moment but... Ginny is so scared to lose you, I can read it in her letters. She is afraid to realise that you moved on with another woman, and that's the reason why I want to warn you, even if I'm sure that you're not like that... Don't give her the occasion to doubt about your fidelity toward her because it will ruin any effort that she is ready to make to win your heart back."

Harry didn't say a word, and he simply walked toward Molly to take James from her arms. Slightly confused by his reaction, Molly didn't prevent him from doing so, and looked straight at him, as if she was waiting for a nod, for anything that could calm her down.

"I don't have the intention to let her win my heart back or something close to it," Harry calmly said. "I'm sorry to say it so abruptly, Molly, but Ginny and I... we are over. Definitely over. It's not even about her departure, even if I have to admit that it has a lot to do with my decision. It's just that I realised that we aren't made for each other, despite what you seem to think. Ginny didn't want to have a family with me. She wanted to have a family with Harry Potter. I'm just sorry to not have seen it earlier."

"You can't say such things...," Molly whispered, shaking her head at a slow pace, visibly not realising what Harry was saying to her. "She told her Quidditch team that she didn't want to sign for a three-years contract for you!"

"And I'm sure that they would hire her back if she says that she wants to accept their offer. Ginny is a clever woman, I have no doubt about her capacity to get round them. But please, Molly, don't interfere anymore in my life."

The Weasleys' matriarch blushed crimson, and for the first time, Harry realised that he dared to stand up to Molly Weasley. For the first time, he was acting like he should have acted years ago.

"I'll drop James off at the Burrow for a few hours next week if you want to spend some time with your grandson," he went on, clearly urging Molly to leave his house if she had nothing more to say.

She eventually moved toward the entrance door, and one or two minutes after her departure without another word, Harry put James into his playpen and started to look for Hermione. Had she left?

"Hermione?"

"I'm here," a shy voice came from James' room, and he almost sighed in relief: if she had been in James' room during all this time, she couldn't have heard any of his discussion with Molly since the room was charmed.

But when he saw her expression, he wasn't so sure of himself.

"Did you...?" he began, not daring to finish his question.

"I heard," Hermione nodded.

"But the room is charmed, James is not supposed to hear anything... I just made it sure that Ginny and I could hear everything."

"You should have worked harder at school," Hermione chuckled. "This kind of spell just works on children. You didn't have to make an exception for you and Ginny since you would have been able to hear everything outside this room anyway."

Harry raised a surprised eyebrow.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive, Mr Potter," Hermione let out in a breath.

"I didn't want you to hear this discussion," Harry said, his hand buried into his untamed hair. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Hermione said before looking at her feet, uncomfortable. "It's not your fault after all."

Molly's words about an other woman echoed into Harry's head, and he took a step toward Hermione, cupping her face into his hands.

"I don't want you to overthink what Molly said," he urged her, his lips against her forehead. "She knows nothing."

"She's not totally wrong," Hermione softly interjected.

"She knows nothing," Harry repeated. "I'm going to see a lawyer tomorrow," he said out of nowhere, taking her by surprise.

"Excuse me?"

Hermione tried to get free from his embrace, but Harry put his hands on her waist.

"I'm going to see a lawyer," he said again. "I need to know what I have to do in order to divorce from Ginny. This situation is hard to live for everyone."

Her face against his chest, Hermione almost stopped breathing. Was it real? Have Harry really said this?

"Are you sure?" she whispered, slightly moving to look up at him.

Harry raised her chin with his right hand and put a soft kiss on her lips.

"Positive, Miss Granger."

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