"Hogwarts? Really?" Hermione nearly caused some of the water to slosh out of the tub with how fast she approached Harry. It wasn't an especially large tub, but the water warmed up very quickly and reached a temperature they both liked. "I wasn't sure if you would want to finish your final year in Hogwarts. Ron certainly didn't seem like he wanted to."

"Well, it's an option, I'm not saying it's the option I'm going with. There is the very large downfall of it being wholly useless when all is said and done." Harry said and Hermione, of course, had a broad range of emotions as he said it. It was such a cold, calculating thing to say, yet she knew it to be the truth.

"If I wanted to, I could go up to the minister right now and ask to be an Auror. He would probably supply me with an extra wand and a pay raise, if I'm being absolutely full of myself. You, you could walk up to the minister of magic and ask for his job."

Hermione nearly spat her butterbeer before she narrowly caught herself and held up a hand to catch anything that may have dripped down her chin. Harry had a very hearty laugh at this and she joined him once she securely placed her mug on the table near their tub.

"But no, if they didn't choose you, they would be passing up the greatest minister of magic there ever was." Harry said, finally deciding to use the strange liquid soap that they had lined up along the edge of the large bowl. One of them had a heart shape and was labeled "The Honeymoon Soap". This made Harry blink and then glance over at her with a somewhat cheeky smile. He uncorked it and poured a generous portion in his left palm.

"You are being rather generous, aren't you?" Her cheeks had grown quite rosy from all of the unexpected compliments she'd been receiving ever since she joined Harry in his little fantasy world inside a room he barred off from the rest of reality. Whether he would even consider inviting Ron was questionable.

"Oh, come off it. One of us is being modest and I can guarantee you, it's not me." As he lathered up with the strange bluish bubble soap all over himself, he noticed it fit over him like something of a bubble based suit. Even the bubbles under the water stayed on his skin and that was a little strange, but he did enjoy the sensation it gave. It felt a little like being warmed up with an oven full of sugar cookies. As the bottle instructed, he made a heart symbol over the left side of his chest.

Hermione gave him a very puzzled look with a furrowed brow at the gesture. She smiled, but the smile also seemed to ask him what he was doing. That was when all of the bubbles on his body moved up over his chest and covered it in a thick, soapy heart that read "Just Married". This drew mortified looks from both of them as their jaws dropped and they suddenly looked at one another as if several fire spells had been cast over their house while they were inside. Harry suddenly began to splash water over his chest and he started washing off the soap heart and turned around as if he were dancing a little bit and washing himself away from her.

"No! Harry! Stop!" She covered her mouth and muffled a large barrage of guffaws.

The two of them laid on the edge of the tub. Hermione was cuddled up against Harry's chest while the two of them became deep in thought. It was all laid out before them, now they simply needed to choose something. The single solid vow to not leave one another's side could be felt between them, not needing to be spoken. Their hair was wet after washing, and yet with all of the mixtures of soap and shampoo in the water, it was still crystal clear.

"Alright, enough of that." He said as his arms wrapped around her tighter and pulled her closer to him. Her back was to his chest and she sat with the knowledge that his phallus was pressing against her lower back. He was hard, but he seemed content where he was, much like she was.

"Of what?" Hermione asked and he chuckled some.

"All the serious talk. We've had years of that bollox and we're not kids anymore." Harry pressed his cheek against the side of her head and they stayed like that as Hermione closed her eyes.

"We do need to address it at some point, but I agree. This is our time away from all of that. So, I think I may have a better idea." She said softly to him and she suddenly felt his member begin to press tighter against her back. Her eyes widened and gave him a puzzled look before continuing. "How about we make it official?"

"We really need to stop saying these sorts of things out of context." Harry muttered as Hermione whispered for him to be quiet with a tiny pat on his cheek.

"How about you meet my parents? You know, like a real dating couple." Hermione said with an overly sweet, exaggeratedly cute voice that made Harry snort against her shoulder, causing her to retract her neck a little from the strange sensation.

"That idea sounds absolutely brilliant." Harry said as he hugged her even tighter. This felt like something of a symbolic gesture as he saw it.

"I can also meet the Dursleys!" Hermione said and the tone in the tub suddenly got dense.

"That idea sounds like absolute wank." Harry looked up and turned to her from her shoulder. The sudden flood of images that came with that statement was catastrophic. Of all his endeavors and hardships he faced along the way, one annoying boil in a collection of wounds was the family that raised him. Thanks to a protection charm that Dumbledore cultivated to shield him from Voldemort's sight, Harry was forced to stay with his only known relatives that still lived. His Aunt Petunia and her family were, by far, some of the worst muggles in existence.

"I know your time with them wasn't pleasant, but things have changed now. You no longer live with your muggle relatives, and you have me. I think it only right that I meet the people who were a part of your life." Hermione explained, and the look of horror on Harry's face was akin to seeing a very serious car accident or a dueling session gone terribly wrong with the accidental use of Avada Kedavra. "Not to mention, you can legally use magic. So, if your uncle attacks you, just hit him with a tiny jinx." There was a small part of her that seemed to crave such a scenario.

"The sentiment is there, Hermione, and I do so ever appreciate it, but we can't seri–what–what are you–" He stammered all of the sudden as her hand clutched very tightly around his submerged erection. Hermione gently stroked him, but began to gain up speed. Harry tried to talk but she was doing such a good job, he hated the idea of trying to get her to stop.

"I don't remember giving you a choice in the matter, Mr. Potter." Hermione suddenly stopped and gripped him by the shaft. He stared at her with his lips in a very thin line under his nose.

To say he was torn on the matter was a laughable understatement. This beautiful woman demanded his obedience in full and he had to have a fight between his hatred for the muggles that tortured him into his Hogwarts existence and his love for the muggle-born, brilliant, beautiful and most angelic witch he had ever known in his life. Such a clash of powers in the real world would most assuredly cause the devastation of any planet, including nearby moons.

"Alright," he finally relented, "alright, you'll meet the Dursleys. We can sacrifice an evening." Harry nearly croaked at saying the words, wishing beyond anything that she'd reconsider, but knowing Hermione, the only thing that would change her mind is either an exam or the rise of another, more evil dark lord. Barring those improbabilities, it looked like he was sunk.

"Aw, Harry, don't sound so defeated. I'm a benevolent witch." Hermione began to massage him under the water once again and he had no issues regaining his dense, heavy erection that still floored Hermione with its proportions. "There's a good reason I decided this, as mad as that sounds."

"No, not at all. This sounds like a stable, foolproof plan with no flaws." Harry's words dripped with sarcasm and he got a good hard squeeze for his efforts, making him wince. "Only joking, darling."

As angry as she tried to act, she couldn't hide a little grin as the two of them kissed. Her hand slid easily up and down his flesh rod. She even lifted him above the water and leaned down to kiss the very tip of his cock.

"Oh, my." Harry looked down at her, seeing her lips flatten against his mushroom head. Her lips and her tongue caused a sensation that sent a chill up his spine.

"What, did you like that?" Hermione asked with a little laugh and Harry covered his mouth as he laughed.

"You took me by surprise. I don't know, try it again." He said as she bent down into the tub as he stood. To his surprise, she began kissing his cock, from his head down the side of his length.

"Oh, that feeling." She breathed as she pressed his sturdy cock against the side of her cheek. Her face was red and his subtle scent was causing her breathing to grow a bit more difficult.

Then, only to push the boundaries harder, his hard penis slid into her mouth. She got over halfway comfortably and began to suck. She seemed like her experience with sex was slim at best, but Harry had no reservations with any aspect of her skill level. He suddenly started to see why a few 7th year students he knew grew to love them more in tandem with an obsession. He doubted he would ever go that far, but becoming addicted to Hermione was growing into far more of a likely happening.

The very visage of this witch doing her best to get him as deep as possible was something that he could probably remember on especially lonely nights. She truly was a sexual creature. Apparently, she simply needed a slight shove in the proper direction and she took off. Hermione only needed an excuse, it seemed.

As his balls began to strain and his cock began to flare, he tried to say something but all she heard was, "Am! Waim, I'm gonna oohhh!"

"What?" As soon as she pulled him from her mouth, he shot completely across her face from chin to forehead.

Hermione flinched with a startled squeak but Harry was determined to keep going for several reasons. He jerked his cock in front of her face and she nearly asked what was happening before she realized this was what a male orgasm looked like.

Her face felt like it was splattered with warm drops of thin mud. She opened her eyes to gaze up at Harry and he had trouble placing it. She looked annoyed but amused, angry but humorous, disappointed but pleased.

"Did you really just spurt semen all over my face?" Hermione smelled that strange odor again, this time it was as if it were packaged before but now was fully open.

"I tried to…" Harry could no longer hold in a hard crack of a laugh as the back of his hand went to his mouth. "I tried to tell you, but at least I didn't release in your mouth. Does it feel horrible?"

There was a very long pause as she stared at him with that strange expression. She glanced off to the side as a small rope of sperm dripped into the hot tub. Hermione sighed and shook her head.

"It's not horrible." She admitted, but then she went down and began to rinse off.

"It certainly looks nice." Harry admitted, making Hermione shoot him a glare as the white protein based fluid only had traces left, which were soon washed off with a cloth.

"Well, I'm glad that you're pleased with yourself. Now, when do we go to Privet Drive?" She said as he blasted a sudden, very audible groan.

"And here I thought I was going to be hungry at some point. You keep bringing that up and I am switching from virgin to abstinence within a twenty four hour period. Do you want that on your conscience?" Harry pointed a finger at her and her widened her eyes as she bit her lip. After a moment, she began to sink into the tub up to her chin.

"No." She said in a very tiny voice, barely audible.

"Alright then, how about dinner tonight?" Harry asked, dipping his head down where his chin met his chest.

"That sounds good." Hermione nearly whispered in the same voice.

"It sounds bloody brilliant." There was a very tense silence between them after that. He took a deep breath to still the very real dread pulsing in his chest. Perhaps if he put some sort of altering mind charm on himself. Harry tried hard to think of a potion. There was also the memory charm from that simpleton, Lockhart. He could manage something like that on himself. That may have been impossible to reverse, but nothing was truly impossible. Harry's mind went blank after a very long, quiet moment between them where he was looking at the water. Hermione was still sunk down to chin level. Her eyes were wide as she was starting to think that, perhaps, this may have been a bit of a bad idea.

"Can we try the imperius curse?" Harry asked a very shocked Hermione.

"What did you just say?"

"Do you want to know what I think?" Harry asked as the two of them sat in the train cart together. He'd been in a bit of a grumpy mood ever since they left The Three Broomsticks, despite having had a quick butterbeer for the road. It was so delicious, he never wanted it to end.

Hermione was reading a book on ghosts and spells that work in warding them away. She looked at him, perked up quite a bit with excitement that he was finally talking. "What do you think?" She asked in a bemused wonderment. Her perky attitude came with a gorgeous smile so Harry didn't complain.

"I think you should go back to Hogwarts," Harry said, causing Hermione to drop her jaw. She looked as if Harry had asked her to marry him. "As a professor."

"Harry!" She cawed in a hilarious cry of shock. "What?"

Harry was nodding the entire time, looking her over as if measuring her up. The idea of her dressing up in a dressy professor's blouse and skirt suited his mind just fine. "Yes," he continued to nod, "you should go to Professor Mcgonagall and accept her invitation to become a professor. Preferably, becoming the professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts."

Silence then. Hermione gazed into his eyes and it seemed her cheeks were flushed beyond even when he commented that her body was as angelic as a silver harp. He wasn't sure if his poetry was really up to par, but it certainly did the trick.

"Harry, that's…" with every part of her, she tried to speak out against the idea or consider it ludacris, but every argument she thought of was already being filtered.

"If you go back to Hogwarts as a professor, I'll go back as a student." As soon as he said this, there came gales of laughter as Hermione snorted. She cupped two hands over her beet red face and the two of them shared a wonderful moment where they were reduced to happy tears.

Soon, though, it evolved into snogging. Harry kissed Hermione on the lips and put his hand over the back of her neck. The two of them were positively raising the humidity within the cart. After a while, their idle conversation was down to worrying about Ron and hoping to hear from him soon and whether they wanted to go back to Grimmauld after they were done with their room at The Three Broomsticks. It was past midday, but only just.

Harry had sent an owl to the Dursleys, not knowing any other way of reaching them from where he was. He could have tried the postal service, but same day post simply did not exist. Owls were far more efficient. However, purchasing a new owl was an experience that Harry found both mortifying and liberating. It had been a year since he'd lost his dear Hedwig, and finding another one was akin to replacing a dear family member lost before their time. Harry's emotions swirled within him.

"I am serious about you and Hogwarts, though. Whatever your decision, I'll be right behind you. Just so long as you don't notice that I'm even more clueless as to what I want to do." Harry confessed, making Hermione wonder for a moment.

"I thought you wanted to be an Auror." She tilted her head a little as he looked off to the side.

"That all depends on who they appoint as minister for magic. If it's another tightwad politician who can't see the grass grow on his lawn, then I'll have no part of it." Harry reasoned, then he looked over at her. She obviously understood what he meant. Cornelius Fudge had the brain of a knarl and the spine of a worm and Rufus Scrimgeour, may he rest, was too stubborn to see reason before it was too late. "Perhaps, if Madam Hooch decides to retire, you could teach flying and get me in to watch Quidditch games."

"Broomsticks were always your forte." Hermione said as the two of them sat for the train's arrival at King's Cross Station after a long journey. Sadly, the thought that they could wait in their hotel room was very false.

Desaperating was more dangerous than public appearance at that time because all of the magic channels had been buzzing since the news of Voldemort's death. Floo Powder and Portkeys were sparking off far more than ever. The freedom people felt without that shadow looming over them was astounding.

This simply meant that they had to leave immediately for Hogsmeade station. Harry made sure the two of them took routes that were light on patronage and both of them made sure to keep an eye out for anyone they knew. Thankfully, many of the inhabitants of Hogwarts were out for an extended vacation until lessons began anew in September. Hogsmeade was down to residents, a vast number of tourists celebrating the newly defeated dark lord, and vacationers getting away from the stress the war brought about. If anyone did recognize him or Hermione, they left them unmolested.

However, now that the first class train ride was finished, Harry's nervous system had gone numb. If Hermione noticed this, she didn't give any indication. She pulled her bag from her shoulder and from it, she produced Harry's Firebolt.

The last time Harry had seen his firebolt, he was escaping death eaters with Hagrid and his broom dropped a great distance. Everything was so chaotic and dismal, he'd forgotten all about it. Next thing he knows, it was among the many gifts he'd received after the battle for Hogwarts ended. He figured he wouldn't need a single box of Every Flavored Beans for the rest of his life.

"Are you sure you don't want to steer?" Harry said and Hermione pointedly ignored the comment as the two of them mounted the broom, Harry sitting in front.

With one more look to make sure there were no muggles that could see them, the two of them took off into the dusky sky. Hermione immediately seized onto his midsection as she tried to balance against the broom's amazing forward momentum. Harry could even hear her whimper in the back of her throat. His mind wandered, imagining her adorable, majestic face as she closed her eyes tight and bit her bottom lip as she held onto him.

They passed over houses, busy streets, skyscrapers and pedestrians as they continued their upward climb into higher altitudes. With a reflection charm, there would only be very subtle distortions in the sky. You would need to look closely to see the reflective bubble traveling at over a hundred miles an hour in order to even start seeing a difference.

For a wonderful moment, Harry was having the time of his life. He forgot their destination, forgot what awaited him there and simply imagined that he was on an evening broom ride with his best girl, killing time until they went back to their fantastic cottage in the woods. The beauty, the lights and the moon that resembled a wide smiling mouth, all of it sang of tranquility.

Then, as if the record for the soundtrack had scratched, came the sign on the street corner that read "Privet Drive".

Hermione let out a surprised yelp as he landed, letting him know her eyes were closed. This seemed confirmed as she let out a relieved sigh and got off the floating broom.

"Oh come on, that wasn't so bad." Harry said as he handed her the Firebolt and she slipped it in her bag. She only sighed and eyed him coldly before turning and starting to walk down the street.

"It's four, right?" She asked and he walked beside her.

"We should try five first. We may have a better time there." Harry could already see the house front. Same dismal, faded paint, same porchlight uselessly left on all night.

They approached the front door where he was left as a baby seventeen years prior, and Hermione knocked before he could hesitate to do so.

To both of their surprise, the door immediately opened and there was Vernon. He had a mean look on his beet red face and his fists were up, balled tight. Hermione compared him to an overly large, anthropomorphic pig playing a villain in some fable where a fairy stole his entire neck.

All the sudden, Vernon's face went slack and his eyes nearly popped out of his head as he laid eyes on Harry. "Potter! What are you doing here?" His face took on a suspicious squint. "You need some money or something? I can tell you, you will not get a single quid."

"No, no, Uncle Vernon, didn't you get my–"

"Great Scott!" Vernon shouted as he looked up behind both of them and they turned just in time to see a collection of white feathers pass in between them. Mr. Dursley ducked just in time for the owl to hit the wall with a thunk behind him and slide down.

All three of them looked at the snowy owl that Harry had purchased a few days before in a crumpled pile, Harry's letter still tied to its leg.

"So," Vernon huffed, "that's what's been banging on the door all day!" Then he turned sharply on Harry and brought his squinted eyes back in a glare. "What do you want, boy? Why did you come with your…" His eyes suddenly bulged as he laid eyes on Hermione, who offered him a nervous smile. "...friend."

"This is Hermione Granger. She said she wanted to meet you, so I sent an…" Harry tried to explain until he was interrupted by a big, dumb voice from behind Vernon.

"Hey, Dad, is this someone's owl?" Dudley asked as he gazed upon the white owl with faded black spots all over its body. The snowy owl stood up on his scaly talons and remained there, looking around at all of the obstacles in his way from taking off.

To Harry's astonishment, he took the letter from the owl and looked at it.

"Hey, it's for you, dad." Dudley said as he slowly walked over to Vernon, who was looking at his son indignantly. That's when he looked up onto the doorstep. "Hey, what's Harry doing here?" His eyes turned toward his companion and the shock that came over his face reminded Hermione of a baby who watched someone light a match. "Oohh, she's pretty."

"Oh, go on, Dudley! You two get in!" He waved a threatening hand at his son. With a jerk, he opened the door more to invite them in as he began to trudge his way toward the living area.

"Dudley, did I hear you mention Ha…" As soon as he started to say it, her eyes locked onto the little boy who now towered over her, had traces of scruff on his chin and looked as if he could overpower her physically if he really wanted to. "Harry… you're… here." Petunia said, her voice cracking from obvious shock. She was cooking in several different pots on the stove and the house smelled of steak and kidney pie emitting from the oven.

"Hello, Aunt Petunia." Harry nodded to her and all of them stood in the living room. It was just as awkward as it sounded. "All of you, this is Hermione. This is Vernon, Petunia and Dudley."

"Pleased to meet you all." Hermione said through a smile that she had so obviously practiced. Dudley was the only one who waved and attempted a tiny smile at her.

"Is she your girlfriend?" Dudley asked in a meek tone, drawing a wrathful scowl from his father.

"So, I haven't heard anything about the Duke Valderdash for some time now." Vernon said as the living room finally began to take on some semblance of normalcy as Petunia continued to cook supper and Dudley's attention was dictated more and more by the evening news on the tele. "Don't suppose he took over the wizarding world since you've been away, has he?" The fact that he could now say the phrase "wizarding world" was something of an accomplishment all its own.

"It's Lord Voldemort, and no, I killed him before he could." Harry said in the same tone you'd tell your mum that you've finished washing the dishes.

All eyes turned to Harry in absolute petrification. Even Hermione turned to him with a look of astonishment. It looked as if they were trying to figure out whether he was serious or not. Then Hermione began to put on a surprisingly convincing laugh with a hand over her mouth.

"Oh, Harry, you're such a joker!" Her hand lightly slapped his arm. Then she faced the muggles again with a reassuring smile. "Voldemort, he's been dealt with."

Harry tried to give a chuckle as well. His eyes darted between all three of them to see if it was convincing. They did seem to lighten up a tiny bit. "Yes, yes, joker." He muttered with a plastic smile. "Joking…"

The dinner table did not help matters in the slightest. The five of them sat around a table filled with steak and kidney beans, peas, blood pudding, candied yams, leafy salad and a stew that Hermione figured was leftovers judging by its plastic resealable bowl. Any attempt to start a conversation was quickly dashed by a nod or a grunt of avoidance.

That was until Harry witnessed a spark go off inside Dudley's brain, making his head twitch as the very rotund young man got an idea.

"Harry, are you two on a date?" Dudley asked, causing all eyes going wide. Vernon's fork hit his plate as he started coughing.

"Dudykins," Petunia said in her sweetest voice as the older man cleared his throat and drank some water. "Why don't you tell them about the girl that likes you?"

Harry's eyes immediately shot toward Dudley, who suddenly flinched, gazing back at Harry with his face turning cherry red.

"The devil, you say?" Harry's wide smile was real for the first time since they landed in Little Whinging. "Dudley, you smooth criminal, who might this be?"

Vernon even seemed clueless to Harry's sarcasm as he looked over at his son, beaming with pride. "Yes, Dudders, tell them about Melissa!"

"Oh, that's a pretty name!" Hermione decided to join the conversation somehow, not having an actual opinion for the highly mundane name.

"Yes, Dudders," Harry was in full swing smug mode, "tell us about Melissa."

"I mean, uh, she's nice." Dudley stated as Petunia clapped excitedly.

"Well, that's a good start." Hermione said in a sweet voice. Harry had to stop himself from bursting into guffaws as Petunia nodded to Hermione in agreement.

"Yeah, but she keeps running away when I try to talk to her." Dudley said in the most adorably clueless manner.

"Oh, little tike, she's just playing hard to get. That's all." Vernon's smile was one of total admiration and pride.

"Yes, Duddykins, soon she'll see what a handsome, smart boy you are and she'll come right around!" Petunia assured him as she patted his hand and Vernon agreed whole-heartedly.

Hermione's eyes were as large as galleons as she gazed at the three across the table. She shot a flabbergasted look over toward Harry, who was forcing himself to drink water in order to cope with the scene, which was all too familiar.

"Yes! Well, I'm sure that will work out." Hermione said very quickly before clearing her throat. "So, what's been happening in the mu-world lately? Weather been nice?"

"Why?" Vernon asked, adopting that suspicious squint toward her. "Doesn't your school get the local channels? Do you even have a television?"

"Well," Hermione glanced at Harry, who shrugged, shaking his head. "No, but we have newspapers."

"Can you not afford a tele? What about your parents? Do they have jobs? Or are they professors at that school of yours?" Vernon asked, the word "school" more spat out than spoken.

"My parents? Yes, they have a tele, but they're muggles." She tried to catch the word "muggle", but of course, she let it slip.

"Muggles, are they?" Petunia obviously took great offense to the term, and her dreaded gaze was suddenly pointed at Harry, who was unaffected.

"I-I mean, they're dentists." Hermione's face turned quite red.

"Really?" Vernon asked. Even Petunia seemed rather shocked that not only did her parents have a normal job, but careers of actual merit. "Dentists, you say?" Curiously, Harry noticed that his uncle was rubbing his chin in thought.

"Oh, yes, I knew how to floss all of my teeth by the time I was three." Hermione smiled big, having found something they could relate to with actual interest. She also showed off her pearly white, immaculately straight teeth, which had long ago been cured of the two large buck teeth she was cursed with in her youth.

"You don't say." He said and Harry was starting to wonder if this conversation was some sort of trap. "And do they use various types of drills?"

There it was, Harry thought. Since he could remember, Vernon had worked as a supervisor for a factory that made drills. It became something of an obsession of day-to-day life for him. Working it into conversations was as easy as breathing.

"Why, yes," Hermione explained. "They have many, like a high pitched whirring one that usually gets used in root canals."

"What's a root canal?" Dudley asked.

"It's an excruciating procedure where they widen a hole in your tooth, normally followed shortly by blood curdling screams."

Harry had to bite his lip to stifle a laugh at the shocked expressions across the table. He finally had had enough, though. The young wizard was forced to cough to the side to release the laughs he'd so desperately been building up.

"At any rate, we just wanted to stop by and visit for a bit. Hermione wanted to see the house I grew up in, so, I'll just give her the grand tour and we can be on our way." Harry explained in such a confident, nonchalant manner that the Dursleys couldn't help but feel unnerved.

Hermione's relief was palpable as she rose from the table with a sigh. "Oh, yes! I'd love a tour."

"Well, just make sure there's no freaky hocus pocus ruckus going on in this house. And stay out of Dudley's room! He's just cleaned it." Vernon instructed as Petunia cleared the table.

Harry nodded, knowing that Dudley's cleaning was little more than cramming the closet full to bursting while leaving the room a slightly lesser disaster. Turning 18 certainly wasn't going to change that.

Without another word, the two of them made their way toward the stairs. Harry motioned slow hands directed toward the living space and Hermione gave him a stupid, exaggerated smile with a nod of amazement. She slapped his shoulder, much to his amusement before she grabbed his arm and pulled him up the stairs.

"Sweet Merlin's ghost, Harry!" Hermione whispered in the most silently exaggerated exasperation. Harry saw this coming twenty kilometers away. "Oh my God, what is wrong with–"

"If I knew that, Hermione, I think my time here wouldn't have been so bad." Harry whispered to her before she stopped in the middle of the hallway. After a small moment, Harry motioned toward his old room. As he opened the door, he thanked the heavens above that it was much like how he had left it. It seemed that the anti-muggle charm he used to make sure no one was interested in changing his room had worked. It even seemed to keep that gluttonous cousin of his at bay from filling it with his broken electronics and childhood toys he still couldn't bear to part with. They were also very broken.

As soon as the door closed, Hermione flipped her wand out and began to wave it, whispering various charms. Harry walked over to his bed, which was little bigger than a twin-size, and sat down. She quickly pushed the wand back into her bag and then held her arms up in front of her. "They are absolutely insufferable!"

"Believe it or not, Hermione, somehow they were quite subdued." Harry proclaimed without a single hint of humor in his voice. His hands were draped lazily over his stomach as he laid on his back. "I think you spellbound the young love Dudders well enough that he behaved. I'm almost certain that was his idea of flirting, whatever that was."

"Well, since we've got the time and the charms." Hermione said before lifting her skirt straight up and exposing her gray lace knickers, which were immediately dropped to her ankles.

"Oh, hi, Hermione. It's me, Harry Potter. You remember your old mate?" Harry said with a big smile as Hermione moved her way onto the bed and sat with her shoes still on, skirt straight up and well kept quim on full display in front of him.

"The one I met on the train?" She smiled brightly.

"The very same." Harry nodded. "Did you forget him when you started to plan out the removal of your knickers?"

"No, I just never told him. But stay quiet," she shushed him "it's still a secret." Hermione had just assured Harry that she was completely out of her mind at this point. She climbed onto the bed and lifted her skirt to her midsection. His childhood friend exposed her nether regions to him as she got onto the bed with him.

"So, are you going to tell me what you're on about, or am I supposed to guess?" Harry asked as she began to undo his pants and open them up.

"You're in luck, Harry, because what I want you to do," she began to explain as her hand gripped his already very hard member. Without much effort, she extracted precum from his dripping tip, "is take out all of your frustrations you have with your muggle terrors on me."

Not sure she understood what she was saying, Harry opened his mouth in order to speak, but she very quickly kissed him with an open mouth to shut him out. Even after that, he tried to talk, so she clamped her lips down onto him again and this time began to lick his tongue as she continued to stroke his manhood.

"How about you tell me what you really want?" Harry said before she had a chance to interrupt him again. The bright brown haired girl tilted her head at him and he grinned. "I want you to tell me exactly what you want and where you want it. And I don't want you to use scientific words."

As he explained this, his hands went up under her blouse and began to rub her breasts. Hermione was fairly certain she had him cornered, but somehow he turned it back onto her. It was clear she had underestimated him.

"Harry, I–" She began to say but then he pinched her nipples hard enough for her to clench her lips into a very thin line and nearly stop herself from letting out the slightest squeak.

"Say it like you mean it." He continued to caress her very sensitive breasts from under her bra, and she trembled.

"Harry," she began again, swallowing hard. "I want you to shove your throbbing–manhood–"

"Hermione…"

"Cock! I want you to shove your throbbing cock into my cunt!" The last word nearly echoed and even brought Harry's eyebrows right up.

"Well then, shall we?" Harry asked as he pushed her downward onto his throbbing cock. With some luck and precision, he was buried deep into her and her face faltered as she bit her lower lip and it almost looked like her eyes were going to roll into the back of her skull.

"Take it out on me, Harry." She spoke softly to him as she stroked his hair from the front to the back. He almost warned her again, but then she started to thrash against him. Her voice began to falter and her breathing took sharp turns.

This felt entirely too good for Harry to handle. She somehow slapped herself against his pelvis, pulled up to the very tip, only to slap straight down again at a perfect pace. She cried out hard as she began to coat his shaft in her thin juice and he squeezed her chest hard.

"Oh, yes! Harry! Your cock is so hard! I love it! I want it! Fuck me!" She suddenly stopped bouncing on him and it was probably a good thing too. Harry was very close to bursting there, but somehow, he was simply pulsing like mad. His entire shaft was covered in what can only be scented as Hermione, a scent he was already very accustomed to in a very short amount of time.

She got on her hands and knees, lifting her skirt so that he had a perfect view of her beautifully firm ass. She was dripping and her inner thighs were covered in sweat and juices that leaked from her labors. This left her perfectly lubricated for when he approached her from behind and pumped her full once again, causing her already disheveled hair to flap up and to her upper back between her shoulders.

"Oh, Harry! You're so hard! Oh! Harry! Harry! You're fucking me! You're fucking– me–so–aahh! Aah!-so hard!" He was slapping against her seemingly at a mile a minute. When he had no one listening, he just went full speed and all the way into her as far as he could go. More than once, he reached her cervix, which produced the most rousing sounds from her mouth that radiated against the walls.

"You said you wanted me to take this out on you, didn't you? Aren't you the one who wanted to come to this place? Aren't you the one who wanted to incur my wrath?" Harry was quick to tug his shirt over his head and slap it onto the bed. Then he went on to the banging.

Hermione's cries became incoherent havering and soon her head began to grind against the sheets beneath her. His manhood fit so well within her and within no time, she had orgasmed. She splashed him and then gave a brief shriek among her already loud, open-mouthed moans of ecstasy.

Out of nowhere, he started going at her like a jackhammer. It was clear that he was beginning to flare and his time was running very short. Hermione was going ballistic! Her first orgasm opened the floodgates for more and they started hitting her with a frightening frequency. He was plowing her deep into her hole when he finally started to have one of the more intense orgasms he had ever felt. Her cries of passion reacted accordingly. She was holding herself up with trembling arms before they finally collapsed and she was forced to moan into the mattress directly. The hot milk he poured within her was graciously accepted with her gasping, unrelenting appreciation.

It seemed like a lifetime, but he finally began to slow down as sweat dripped all over her lower back and over her skirt. The two of them were heaving breaths as his cock stayed within her, still hard but not with the same energy as before.

"It's a good thing you had the quietus charm for us. That was a bit of a ruckus." Harry said as he wiped his brow. His fingertips passed over his scar.

"Quietus charm? Did I cast that one?" She mused as she stayed with her butt straight up in the air and his cock still halfway inside of her.

Harry's brow furrowed as he looked at her, his eyes widening. "You didn't cast any charms to negate the sound we just made?" Harry asked as his member finally slid out of her.

"Oh, gosh golly, what a pickle." Hermione breathed with as much enthusiasm as ordering a coffee at the shop.

"You're absolutely serious?"

Minutes later, Hermione emerged downstairs. Her hair was much more like the day he met her. It was strung out in every which way. Her face was dreamy, her humming was tranquil and it looked like she had not a single care in the world. The endorphins she felt had her flying into the stars to study them further and she found them very much to her liking.

The Dursleys did every single thing they possibly could to act like they were not there. It was clear that this was probably the pose they were in at the time they heard Harry and Hermione upstairs. They were crammed onto the couch, watching late night television with three massive buckets that were once filled with popcorn, but only had the hard seeds at the bottom at this point. That didn't stop Dudley from popping one into his mouth and possibly breaking a tooth on one.

"It's been a fun visit." Harry said as he walked to the door. He had to stop himself from laughing as he saw them tense completely up and keep their eyes locked on the television set.

"Yes! It has been ever so magnificent! I can't wait to visit again in a few months! Maybe even for Christmas!" She said this and the look of panic on all three of their faces became very real as the two of them exited the house.

"Now, just wait a min–" Hermione closed the door on Vernon before he could finish that sentence and the two of them began to walk across the driveway. He could not handle how her hair was much akin to a patch of vines crawling up a wall.

"Crinus Muto." She said casually as her hair righted itself into a perfect bun before his eyes. "I already sent my parents an owl. They know we're on our way."

"Well, somehow we made it out of Privet at seven thirty. Are they alright with us being late?" Harry asked and she looked off to the side and sighed with a big smile on her face. "What?"

"Heeeeyyy!" Mrs. Granger opened the door for the two of them and Harry was a little taken aback. It looked like a home. It was tidy, but didn't look sterilized. The house also looked like it belonged to a family and not a couple of revolting zookeepers who brought home their favorite ape.

"Hey mum!" Hermione hugged her tight and went inside with Harry. They couldn't have been more opposite the Dursleys if they tried. She'd evidently told them all about him and meeting him was like meeting a celebrity ghost. One of those people someone talked about, but no one ever saw in a meaningful way. He remembered catching tiny glimpses of them his second year but little else.

They asked him all sorts of questions about himself and how he'd come to get with Hermione and of course, one subject led to another.

"Now that you're done with school, when were you getting married?" Mrs. Granger asked and both young wizards sat silently. They saw this coming ten miles away and yet with all of that preparation, they could think of nothing beyond a nervous chortle.

"We were more concerned about our next step in our careers. Finishing school has us a bit disoriented, but we're going to be making some big decisions here in a bit." Harry said, drawing a very surprised look from Hermione at how well put together the statement was.

"Yes, Harry was just telling me how well I would do as the Minister of Magic." Hermione said, drawing very shocked looks from them both.

"I stand by it. You'd make a fine minister and I'll hear nothing against it." Harry said and Mr. Granger was nodding vigorously.

"Yes, darling, if they don't let you in, you can take a smaller job and work toward it. With your determination, there'll be no stopping you." As he said this, Harry pointed at him. He looked to her as her face turned pink.

"There you have it, love. You could quiz him out of his job if you so desired." He had a good laugh with her parents as Hermione could do nothing other than take large gulps of egg nog.

The night went on much like that as the conversations got longer and more in depth with what had been happening. They skipped over the portions where her parents found themselves in Australia, having little memory of exactly why.

Soon, the two excused themselves to their room and had fallen asleep. Harry sat with a slumbering Hermione laid with her head in his food was good and the company was fine, but Harry still found himself unable to sleep at the moment. There was so much he would need to deal with soon. Meeting the Grangers was nowhere near a top priority, but at least it was something and it was like meeting his favorite celebrities in comparison to their brief excursion at Privet.

A loud clattering shook the door on its hinges, causing Harry to jump and Hermione to shriek from fright. Harry had to hold his chest, suck in some air and check on her. When Hermione nodded that she was fine, Harry went to the door. He pulled out his holly wand and pointed it toward the door. Then he looked back at Hermione to see her vine wand in her own hand. The support was much appreciated, of course. There was a long moment of silence before he finally pulled the door open, pointing his wand from side to side before finally looking down.

There, standing on the porch with an envelope attached to his talon, was Gregory, Harry's new snowy owl. For some reason, Gregory seemed to think that running into people's doors was the best way to get their attention. Either way, Harry invited him inside to a thoroughly relieved Hermione, who greeted the owl as he perched onto the coffee table and began pecking at a bowl of nuts.

"It's from Ron." Harry said, causing her to pause and give him her undivided attention. He read on, though his expression took a more curious turn, than worrying. "We should go see him at the Burrow, tomorrow."

Hermione nodded, thinking that was rather obvious. Having finally heard from him, it meant he must have been doing better than when they last met.

This was good news, indeed. However, then Harry began to think about what all was going on right then. After everything, traveling all around Europe to find Horcruxes, only to end up back at Hogwarts into the largest wizarding battle the world had seen in centuries, Ron, Hermione and Harry had stuck together through and through. The fact that Hermione waltzed into his room and drove a stake into their relationship was going to be hard to explain to say the very least.

It could wait until morning.