A/N: Welcome back! I was surprised by how many wished for more of this AU. I really thought that this niche idea of a Formula 1 HP story would interest only a few, yet the number of people who read it far exceeded my expectations.

So, I decided to expend the story a little bit! Chapter 1 to 3 remain the original story, everything else should be considered bonus content. The chapters won't necessarily be in chronological order, though I will try to make it so. Not only that, but chapters might be separated by years, for instance one chapter taking place in 2001, and the next in like 2005. The length of these chapters might also be varied. Some might be as short as 1k and a half, while another could be longer than any of the three original chapters. It will depend on the topic of the chapter, really.

So, on that, enjoy this first bonus chapter. :D It's a short one, unfortunately. :P

Hermione still couldn't believe how well the weekend at Silverstone turned out to be. When she left home with her father yesterday morning, she believed she would find the weekend enjoyable, but also boring. She never knew that a faulty spark plug in her father's car would lead to something magical: Hermione meeting Harry Potter.

Hermione felt giddy thinking about Harry. She knew deep down the speed her relationship with Harry developed was very strange. She had no idea who Harry Potter was Saturday morning. By the start of the afternoon, she had a crush on him. By the evening, the two were close friends, who connected with each other in a way neither of them knew was possible. By the next afternoon, her crush had become love, and the friends had become a couple.

But were they dating? When Hermione thought back about it, she only remembered Harry asking her out on a date. They shared a few kiss, but nothing more than that. She didn't like to think that Harry might decide they be best off as friends at the end of their date.

And, speaking of their date, Hermione was only now putting on the final touches on her appearance. She decided to forgo makeup (she didn't like putting it on and Harry already saw and liked her without it) but did give her hair a good combing. Next, she put on her clothes. Black denim jeans, a white tank top and a blue hoodie. It was a casual outfit, for she had a feeling Harry would dress the same.

Just as she combed her hair for a final time, there was a knock on her bedroom door.

"Enter!" Hermione said.

The door opened, and her mother slipped in the bedroom.

"Hey, Mum. What's up?" she asked her.

Emma smiled. "Your father told me you had a date tonight." she said, walking toward her. "So, who is he?"

Hermione blushed a bit. "His name is Harry. He's... someone I met at the Grand Prix." she said. She decided not to tell her Mum who exactly Harry was yet, knowing she did not have enough time before his arrival to recount the events of the weekend.

"How did you meet him?" Emma asked, silently taking beginning to comb her daughter's hair.

"Well, before I say that, did Dad tell you what happened to the car?"

"He told me there was a problem and that the car needed to be brought to the garage, yes. It was fixed, right?"

"Yes, the problem is fixed. I'm asking because I met Harry when the car broke down. We were stopped on the side of the road and Harry was driving by. He saw us, pulled over, and offered to bring us to the track."

"That was kind of him." Emma hummed. "Was he also going there?"

"Yes. He is a fan of Formula One like Dad." Hermione said, stifling a laugh. She found it was rather funny to repeat the same understatement Harry told her to her mother.

"Another one? Great?" Emma said, rolling her eyes in fondness. "How old is he?"

"A bit younger than me. He was born in the summer of 1980, so that would make him around eight to ten months younger than me."

"That's relieving." Hermione's mother said with a sigh. "For a moment I was afraid your date was thirty. Not that there is anything wrong with dating an older man, mind you – I was twenty-one and your father twenty-seven when we had you – but I like that you are dating someone you will have an easier time to relate to."

"I don't think it's a problem for us, Mum. Harry and I, we just... clicked. I don't know what's about us, but it felt like we knew each other for years. Talking to him felt as natural as feeling the warmth of the sun on a lovely summer day."

Emma smirked. "Remind me of a story I read as a little girl. Of two soulmates meeting each other for the first time." she said. Hermione blushed.

"I think I'm ready, Mum." Hermione said, looking at herself in the mirror.

Emma also looked at the reflection with a strange look on her face. "I don't know..." she said. "Your blue hoodie doesn't really work with your dark pants. Do you have another one?"

"A grey one in the wash. But that's about it. Why? You think it doesn't look good?" she asked, biting her lip in concern. She wanted to look good for Harry!

"Oh, you look perfectly fine, Hermione." her mother said, giving Hermione a kiss behind the head. "I just think we can do a bit better. To truly impress that man of yours."

"We're dressing casual, Mum." Hermione warned in case her mother came up with the idea of putting her in a fancy outfit. "And it is cool outside, so I don't want to dress lightly."

"Yes, I guessed that alright." She tapped her chin with her finger in thoughts before smiling. "I have an idea. Wait here."

Hermione nervously played with her fingers as she waited for her mother. She was twenty-two-year-old grown up woman. Yet, for a moment, felt like a small child waiting for her mother to pick her from school. She chuckled at her own thoughts.

She was only going on a date with Harry! She didn't need to be nervous about her appearance! She just spent a weekend in his company without worrying about it!

Her mother returned then, with a leather jacket in hands. "This is the jacket I wore the first time I went on a date with your father." she said. "I think it will look good on you."

"Really?" she asked hopefully.

Emma nodded and handed the jacket to Hermione. "Try it on!"

Hermione removed her hoodie before slipping on the jacket. Immediately, she felt like she just received the missing piece of a puzzle. The missing piece of her ensemble. She understood now why her mother wasn't so keen on the hoodie. She did look remarkably better with the leather jacket.

"I look... great! Thank you, Mum." she said, admiring herself in the mirror.

Emma gave her a teary smile and hugged her. "You look great." she whispered.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked with concern, having noticed the tears.

Emma wiped her cheeks. "Nothing, dear. It's just bringing back fond memories, and making me realize how much you've grown." She was interrupted when they heard the sound of their doorbell ring. Emma smiled. "Go get your man, Hermione."

Hermione blushed a bit and nodded. She was walking down the stairs when she heard her father yell "Hermione! Harry's here!"

"Coming!" she returned before reaching the last steps. She turned to the entrance and found Harry standing in the entrance. His clothes matched her, with him wearing black pants and a grey hoodie. He still wore his glasses, which she found made him look better "Harry!" she exclaimed, running to him to hug him.

"Hermione!" Harry returned, hugging her back. "You look amazing and beautiful." he whispered in her ear, making her shiver. "How are you?" he asked, louder this time.

Hermione chuckled as they withdrew from the hug, finding his question amusing as they last saw each other only hours ago. "I am fine. How are you?" she asked back.

"Perfectly well." he answered with a smile.

It was Daniel's turn to speak. "You didn't have a problem coming here, did you, Harry?"

Harry shook his head. "The road was relatively calm. You?"

The older man chuckled. "No broken engine to report!" he said, making Harry chuckle.

Hermione heard footsteps walk down the stairs. She turned as her mother appeared in view. She looked at Harry and smiled. "So, you must be the man my daughter's been gushing about since she came back this afternoon." she said.

"Mum!" Hermione exclaimed with a blush.

"Huh – Harry, Ma'am. Harry Potter." he said, extending a hand. Emma shook it.

"I'm Emma, Hermione's mother." she returned. Then, with a slight narrowing of the eyes, she asked "Do we know each other? I could swear I know your name from somewhere."

Hermione noticed multiple things at once. First, she saw how her father grinned behind her mother and attempted to hide it by raising a hand. Second, she saw the look Harry sent her, silently asking her if she told him who he was. Hermione subtly shook her head.

"Well, 'Harry' and 'Potter' are relatively common names. So, who know. You might have read it in a newspaper somewhere." Harry said. This time, Daniel couldn't stop a snort from coming out, which he tried to hide by coughing. Emma gave her husband a confused look but didn't ask anything.

"That must be it." she said.

"Probably." Harry said with a small smirk before turning to Hermione fully. "So, are you ready to go?"

"Yep!" she beamed. She then waved to her parents. "See you later."

"Don't come back too late, Hermione. Remember we're driving to Oxford tomorrow morning!" Emma said as Daniel waved to the young couple.

"Don't worry, we won't." Harry promised. After a few last goodbyes, Harry and Hermione left the house, leaving Daniel and Emma alone.

"So," Daniel began, moving next to his wife and slipping an arm around her waist. "The jacket?" he asked, having noticed what his daughter was wearing.

Emma smiled. "This jacket gave me so many happy memories with you. It felt at the time like it was a good luck charm."

"And you want them to have luck." She nodded. Daniel chuckled. "I doubt they need it. I swear they share the same brainwaves."

Emma chuckled. There was a moment of appreciative silence. Then...

"You know, we have the house all for ourselves." she whispered seductively.

The hidden message went completely over Daniel's head. "I know?" he said, confused. "It's been the case since Hermione went to Oxford. We have the house for ourselves every day of the week. I really don't see where you're going with this."

Emma rolled her eyes at her husband's stupidity. "Dan, just bring us to bed already."

"Oh. OH!" he exclaimed in sudden understanding, grinning, he pulled Emma off her feet and carried her to their bedroom the same way he did on their wedding night, while Emma was laughing.

Outside, Harry and Hermione were walking away from the house, the light of the setting sun warming their faces. "Where are we going?" Hermione asked.

"I thought we could go eat somewhere and then go to the cinema. Do you like it?" he asked her.

"Sounds like a good plan." she smiled. "Now, the question is: how do we get there?"

"On... this." he said as they turned on another street. Parked on the side was a certain vehicle.

"A motorcycle?" Hermione asked, surprised.

"Yes. I quite enjoy driving them. Makes for a good change of pace." Then the amusement fled his face as concern took over. "You don't mind, do you? If you want, I can call us a cab instead."

"No, no! It's fine!" Hermione quickly said. "I mean, I never rode a motorbike so I am a bit nervous, but..."

"But?" he prompted, still looking a bit concerned.

"I trust you." she said quietly, her cheeks pink. Harry smiled, also blushing a bit.

Harry climbed on the motorcycle first and Hermione followed suite, listening to Harry as he told her how to sit. She slipped her arms around his waist and held on for dear life when he started up the engine. The motorcycle's engine roared. Then, with a small jolt, it drove forward.

Hermione felt her nervousness and fear quickly melt away once they were on the road. Harry was a calming presence. She could feel his confidence, which increased hers.

As they passed over a small bridge, Hermione used the opportunity to look at the sunset. The sight of the sun warmed her, and she smiled, feeling content and happy. She laid her head on Harry's shoulder and smiled, all the while holding him by his waist.

Harry smiled.

The date went perfectly well, and both Harry and Hermione enjoyed their time together. When they returned to the Grangers at nine in the evening, the two shared their contact information to ensure they could keep contact. Then, Harry asked one important question he had on his mind.

"Hermione?" he said a bit timidly.

"Yes?"

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

Hermione beamed. She gave him a kiss. "Yes." she said. Harry grinned goofily.

A few days later, Emma Granger arrived at a local shop which sold various kinds of magazines and other papers. She came here every week to buy magazines for the Granger dentistry practice to give their patients something interesting and fresh to read while they waited for their appointment.

As she browsed the selection, her eyes stumbled upon a certain magazine, and she did a double take. More specifically, a gossip magazine. Emma wouldn't have bothered looking at it further if it wasn't for the people on the front cover, as well as the front page title. The front page picture showed Harry in racing overalls standing next to a Formula One car while being kissed on the cheek by her daughter Hermione.

HARRY POTTER OFF THE MARKET?

WHO IS THE WOMAN NEXT TO HIM?

"What in the bloody hell?!"

GryffindorTom made his own little sequel to the original story, which is now available on AO3. While it isn't canon to my story since it clashes with some of my ideas, it is still a fun quick read, so I recommend it if you want more H/Hr Muggle/F1!AU ;)