Harry and Hermione Potter stood outside of their new cottage in the rolling Midlands. It was a magical house so had all of the basic necessities such as being on the Floo network, magical mirrors, high end tactical wardstones with combat grade protective charms and trellises of English Ivy mixed with Devil's Snare.
They had chosen to build a new house away from the city, away from the heart of the magical world to have a nice, normal, peaceful life. Maybe being a gentleman farmer would be a good retirement at the ripe age of 21 Harry thought.
Entering the house Hermione looked around, and smiled. She hugged Her husband of six months and said, "I like it. Although I still want to see my room."
Harry had kept a single room out of her sight during the planning and construction phases of the house. he told her he wanted it to be a surprise gift for all she had done over the years to help him.
Taking her hand he led her to the south facing side of the cottage. Double stained glass door parted with a wave of his hand revealing a two story room that ran the length of the structure. Large magically tinted windows ran from floor to ceiling allowing ample light while a fireplace at one end with large comfortable chairs on either side that had green glass shaded lamps standing sentinel promised long fall reading sessions. More comfortable looking leather furniture along with two writing desks rounded the room out.
What caused Hermione to have an expression of wonder and awe was the books. Small ones, large ones, old ones, new ones, thick and thin all sat on the shelves calling to her. Welcoming her.
Spinning she threw her arms around Harry kissing him deeply in appreciation and thanks.
