September 2nd, 2025
Potter Manor
Harry slowly opens his eyes, taking a deep breath. As often when someone wakes from a deep and restorative sleep, he takes a moment to understand where he is, what day it is, why exactly he's waking up and such.
However, those questions are secondary. The only thing - someone - that matters is sleeping soundly by his side.
Hermione.
With her back to him, lying on her side.
His arm is numb under the crook of her neck and she's gripping tightly to it as if holding a pillow while she breathes evenly.
A smile comes to his face. Throughout the years he lost count on how many times they've already woken up like this. It never ceases to spark joy in his heart.
He rubs a hand on his face, waking up. His eyes briefly stop at the wedding band on his finger.
And not resisting anymore, he moves to bring her body closer to his, his hips meeting hers. Hermione is sleeping naked. He also is. She read somewhere that it brings numerous benefits to health and Harry wouldn't oppose to this idea, of course not, not in a million years.
She sighs heavily, nestling herself against him, then gently kissing his arm. He kisses her neck, one of his legs already over hers, trapping her. His left hand goes to her belly and he squeezes her flesh, feeling his cock getting harder and harder.
He takes his time. They both agree morning sex is the best.
He pinches her nipple hard and she moans with her mouth closed, her eyes shutting even more. He keeps kissing her neck while squeezing her breast, feeling her nipples hardening in his hand, feeling her arousal all over her skin while it sends goosebumps down her spine.
Harry moves his hips into her rear, slowly.
"Oh, fuck." She lets out.
After years of marriage she made it pretty clear that she hates how much time he invests in teasing her. But she never begged. Not even once. And he won't stop teasing her until she does. It's a life mission.
His hand slides down to her cunt and he bites on her neck, his fingers finding her folds. She's pretty wet. He smiles.
"Morning." He says, playing with her.
Hermione doesn't answer, but her left hand goes behind her back, finding his cock and pumping slowly. He's just as crazy about her touch as he's always been.
In a never ending moment, they keep caressing each other, stimulating to a point of madness. It's amazing that they don't need to get up early, which is perfect in his opinion.
Hermione jerks, opening her mouth and pressing her legs together, trapping his hand between them. They're breathing hard, he knows she's closer than he is. So, his fingers stop.
"Is it today the day you're going to beg?" He asks in her ear.
She chuckles, finally opening her eyes and turning her head to look at him.
"You wish." She whispers.
Their lips find each other's, their tongues meeting.
"Hm, Mrs Potter you're such a good kisser." He states.
She smiles. "I've had a lot of practice, Mr Potter."
He bites on her lower lip, and she caresses the tip of his cock, making him jerk and moan. And he moves his hips frenetically into her hand, blind to the pleasure-
Hermione retreats her hand and he groans, his forehead resting on her shoulder. She devilish chuckles.
"Maybe you should beg, Harry."
"I beg all the time."
"Exactly."
He squeezes her thigh and moving to position himself, both on their sides, he finds her entrance with his fingers, guiding his cock. Hermione lifts her leg a bit, giving him access and both moan deeply when he's inside her to the hilt. His right hand comes to her neck, squeezing gently, his left hand on her clit, his cock moving in and out.
She digs her nails on his forearm, biting on her lower lip and closing her walls around him. After years of sex they've found the perfect rhythm, the perfect combination of movements and stimulations that drive both to the edge fast or slow. It's their choice.
Harry pounds into her, groaning and moaning at the feeling. She takes him with eagerness, her breasts moving up and down following the harshness of-
Hermione says his name in a plea, reaching her orgasm. He increases the pressure on her clit, wrecking her completely while she trembles in his arms.
"My God!" She moans loudly, sweating coating her skin.
He keeps thrusting, slower now, kissing her.
"A ten?" He asks, his tone carrying the hint of a joke.
She snorts, a bit numb in his arms. "When is it not?"
He groans, speeding up his thrusts and reaching his orgasm fast.
Harry collapses on his back, his chest moving up and down heavily, a smile on his face and an intense satisfaction taking over his body.
He faintly hears Hermione murmuring a spell to clean both and on the next second she's already kissing his chest, her mouth soon finding his.
Holding her tightly, he wonders how he got so lucky. She's perfect, and she's all his.
"Do you hear it?" She asks and they share a look. He frowns.
"Hear what?"
"The silence."
He raises his eyebrows and they laugh.
"I miss them, but come on, it's bliss." Hermione mumbles, nuzzling him.
"Indeed."
His mind is taken by their children.
Their firstborn, James, is a seventeen-years-old boy who wants nothing else than play Quidditch for the rest of his life, which is something Hermione often encourages just to mumble to Harry later that she has no idea how she's going to survive watching their son diving to death to catch a damn stupid little ball. Harry can't help laughing every time. He knows she loves Quidditch deep down. It's her secret pleasure. In fact, he's sure she doesn't let others discover how much she enjoys it so they won't make fun of all the years she vehemently professed otherwise.
Their second child, the feisty Lily wants to be as far away from Quidditch as much as she possibly can. She rolls her eyes each time someone approaches her to talk about her parents. As a fifteen-years-old girl, Harry knows that this temporary hate for her parents will go away eventually - James is getting better at it. But in a way he doesn't take away her reasons. It must be a pain in the ass to have him and Hermione as parents. He was the boy-who-lived and Hermione the brightest witch of her age… not to mention his endless achievements as a professional Seeker and the way Hermione transformed The Clever Owl in a magazine that became almost a religion to wizards and witches - her opinion more important than the Minister's. So, in a way, they don't mind the eye rolls and the ugly faces Lily makes when they're with other people. She's very loving when they're alone and this facade she tries to show her friends is something that Hermione can 'deal with' as she says to Harry each time she has a fight with Lily.
His main issue with Lily is… the fact that she's already dating boys.
Hermione one day said to him that it was no coincidence that Harry James Potter, the man who fucked almost the entire female population of London - he remembers making a face at the statement and finding extremely cute how insanely jealous she was - had four daughters. Hermione said it was karma kicking him in the ass.
He laughed at her statement, but since he discovered that Lily indeed kisses boys, he's been restless and incredibly nervous about it. He hates each boy who comes even remotely close to her and Harry thanks the heavens that his other three girls still haven't started dating.
He considers Mia, who is thirteen, way too young for that. But one night Hermione said that he was delusional. Because at thirteen he was already imagining how it would feel like to kiss beautiful Cho Chang - she again demonstrated all her jealousy and he kissed it away. But the thought stuck with him. Could it be that Mia is already infatuated with some stinky teenager? He desperately hopes not.
But it eases his mind that their youngsters are still twelve and eleven. Daisy and Joanna. After Daisy was born, Hermione said to Harry that she was fine with four children - he joked that they could have ten, mocking stupid Viktor Krum and what he said on that Christmas. Hermione said that if the children were to come out of his dick, then it was fine by her, but she wasn't that eager to have ten popping out of her vagina. Harry laughed so hard that he recalls every little detail of this conversation and he agreed with her. But they didn't take any kind of precaution about it… at the same time that it was, it wasn't a surprise when Hermione, with little Daisy in her arms, told him that she was pregnant again. It was an immense joy, but Harry doesn't miss those crazy days. Their ages are too close and some days it felt like they were going to faint from sheer exhaustion.
And yesterday was the first time Joanna boarded the Hogwarts' Express.
He cried. Hermione did too.
But then they came back home and drank two bottles of wine. Then they had amazing sex without having to worry if any of their children were going to interrupt them or kill the mood with some irrelevant problem that means the world to them.
"But it's… odd, isn't it?" He asks her, his hand caressing her hair.
"It is." She says, her voice faltering. He moves his head to look at her.
"Are you crying?"
She chuckles. "I am. It's just… our babies are growing up so fast." She gently brushes one tear away.
He smiles. "Still no sign of Joanna's letter."
"She was so nervous about the sorting."
"What do you think? Slytherin?"
Hermione makes a face. "We do know how bossy she is. Also how she uses her inherent charm to manipulate us…"
"Yeah, Slytherin for sure."
They chuckle.
"Do you think she's ashamed? That's why she hasn't written yet?" Hermione asks, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest.
"Maybe. I mean, I know we never picked a favorite house and such, but we were both Gryffindors and James and Lily are, so… I don't know."
"Mia was proud when she was sorted into Ravenclaw. The same thing with Daisy and Hufflepuff."
"But Slytherin is different. Jo is smart. She knows History and she knows about Voldemort, Malfoy and so on…"
"Are we raising the next Dark Lady?"
They laugh out loud. Harry squeezes her even more against his body. Happy. Content.
"I love you." He says when their laughter dies down.
Hermione looks at him, her hand cupping his cheek.
"I know." She gives him a peck and he pinches her ass. She shrieks. "Okay, okay, fine, I love you too."
"You better, Mrs Potter." He bites on her lip and they share a few kisses with total abandon. "So," He sighs, "What do you wanna do today?"
"Well, I should go to work."
"Don't go." He kisses her. "Stay with me." He keeps kissing her face, softly.
"Hm, Potter, that's an offer I usually don't refuse." She kisses him back, "But Luke needs me, we're going through another transition and you know how things get insane real fast. And you do have to train, don't you?"
He groans, kissing her neck and ignoring the question. "Luke knows what he's doing."
She sighs, and then she moves away from his arms. Harry pouts, crossing his arms. She chuckles.
"Time will go by real fast, I promise."
Harry makes a face.
"Fine." He mumbles, feeling like a child. "I'll just go out for a run and then I'll head to the training quarters."
She winks at him and enters their bathroom. Still with a smile on his face, Harry starts to get ready for his day.
National Team's Training Quarters
The rest of the team is already training when Harry enters. He knows he's a bit late but as Seeker his preparation is different from the others.
The Coach approaches him with a smile. Harry likes Coach Robert. The man is like a father and since he took over the National Team, United Kingdom keeps winning.
But this year is different. It's Harry's last World Cup. He won three with the National Team but this is the one that matters the most… because he likes it or not, his reflexes aren't the same anymore. He knew it would come a time that he wouldn't be able to play like he used to.
It's a sad realization and he hasn't told anyone yet. Not even Hermione.
But, yeah, he plans to retire when the World Cup ends.
He's sure these will be shocking news and he plans to give a long, long interview about this to The Clever Owl. Hermione never imagined her magazine would be the best in Sports in the whole Wizarding World. She's been receiving an important award for four years now and he couldn't be prouder. And whenever she takes work home, he has a lot of fun helping her when editing articles and such, he loves that he understands everything on this subject.
"Harry, how are you?" Robert asks him, shaking his hand. "Ready for the drills?"
"More than ready."
Robert nods and goes with him to the simulation. The Coach is not an idiot, he knows that Harry is not the same as he was when he was only thirty-two and won his first World Cup. Now with forty-five he moves slower, but his experience masks this fact brilliantly.
And the drills go smoothly. He doesn't falter. Catching the Snitch is like an instinct. A second nature to him.
"So, our first match is against France." Robert says.
Harry is obviously the Captain and he's used to talks about tactics. Sometimes he feels like he knows better than the Coach, after all, he's the one up there in the sky dodging Bludgers and flying in a speed that could kill him in a blink.
And how dangerous Quidditch can truly be only hit him in the head when he first held James in his arms. That little chubby baby, crying his lungs out, depended on Harry. His son. And an idiotic ball could ruin everything. He could die in a minute and never see his son growing up. He talked about this with Hermione. She was very emotional on this particular conversation and it was the first and last time they discussed this. With love she told him that if it were her choice, Harry would never have a career that could put his life at risk, but it was not her choice. It was his. And if he loved Quidditch as much as she knew he did, he should keep doing it.
He remembers making love to her all night. James was around four months and he slept most of the night on the crib by their bed. Harry felt complete with his wife and son and a career that he was sure about.
But retiring inevitably crossed his mind each time one of their children was born. All that took for him to dismiss the idea were a look, a kiss and a hug from Hermione. Because like always she was able to read exactly what he was thinking.
He takes a deep breath.
"Yeah, we're gonna crush them." And he proceeds to talk about their Seeker. Like him, France's Seeker is a veteran. So, it's not difficult to know where his rival might lack. Fast turns. Dives. Dodging.
The game is in a week. He can't wait. He's gonna enjoy this as much as he can.
September 21st, 2025
Hogwarts
She moans when he squeezes her breast. Hermione vehemently said they shouldn't do this. Said that someone was going to catch them and such. But since she always says that, Harry ignored her words and on the first opportunity, dragged her to an empty corner inside the library.
After he realized how much he loved her and for how long he'd been in love with her, he began to fantasize about their years in Hogwarts. He kept thinking about how things might have been if he had not been so blind. What if they had started to date when they were fifteen? Sixteen? The thought consumed him and he couldn't stop imagining them fucking in each and every corner of Hogwarts.
So, now, that they frequently come to watch James' Quidditch matches and talk with their children, Harry is living his fantasies. They always arrive earlier than expected and, under the Invisibility Cloak, they search an empty place to fuck.
It's very, insanely, arousing.
He keeps thrusting into her. Hermione is sitting on a table, her legs wide open to him. They're almost fully clothed and Harry knows this won't last long, but the thrill is amazing. She bites on his neck, closing her walls around him and squeezing his ass, pushing his hips towards hers frenetically.
Hermione cums with a muffled moan and he follows, hammering himself inside her till the hilt. They don't move for a while, both breathing hard and trying to come back to reality.
"The kids would kill us if they knew about this." Hermione says in a low voice, waving her hand to clean them and fix their clothes.
There's a smile on her face though, and Harry opens a naughty one, squeezing her waist.
"They'll never know." He states and takes her hand.
"Fuck, I do hope so. I don't wanna traumatize them with this." Both chuckle.
They walk calmly to the Quidditch field. And as it always happens when they're in the same room, all eyes are on them. They're used to it, but this annoys their children a bit… the fact that their parents are practically celebrity. Because, when they confirmed that they were indeed a couple, the gossip world exploded. Harry and Hermione are often on the covers of lesser magazines that are always trying to break them up without reason. Hermione could shut down all these magazines with the sway she now has in the industry. But she does her best not to be a bitch, because as she stated she's not Jill Anderson. However, Harry saw her completely lose it on the night of their wedding. Photographers invaded the venue and tried to take forbidden pictures of the whole ceremony. It wasn't pretty. They learned their lesson, though. If they talk about them now, they keep their distance, at least.
They reach the field and spot Lily dressed with Gryffindor colors. She's talking to a boy. Harry squeezes Hermione's hand and she snorts, shaking her head.
"Karma." She whispers into his ear. He groans, annoyed.
"Who do you think-"
"Uncle Harry! Aunt Hermione!"
Nico, Ron and Luna's son approaches them with a smile on his face. He's a proud Gryffindor and his face is entirely painted with its colors. The boy is fifteen, he was born almost on the same day Lily was.
"Hey, Nico." Harry greets him, but his eyes are on Lily and the unknown boy.
Harry barely listens to what Nico and Hermione are saying. He's more interested in watching his daughter - his little girl - smile and touch the boy's arm with way too much intimacy.
"Nico." He calls the boy, a hand on his shoulder. "Who's that boy with Lily?"
"Oh," He makes a face, "That's Russell. Her boyfriend."
Harry widens his eyes. Hermione senses his distress and chuckles, dismissing Nico. Then, she squeezes his hand, making him face her.
"Don't you dare make a scene here, Harry, she's going to hate you." She whispers.
"She has a boyfriend!" He hisses in a low voice, outraged. "When this happened? She was barely five a month ago!"
Hermione shakes her head and pulls at his hand, walking to where Lily is.
"Behave." She warns him and they finally reach the young couple. "Lily." Hermione says softly. Their daughter turns to them, a side smile on her face. The boy immediately tenses and Harry puffs out his chest.
"Mum." They hug briefly. "Dad." Harry wants to hold her and keep her away from any male.
"Sweetie, how are you?" He asks, doing his best to control himself. Hermione on the other hand, seems amused.
"I'm fine, dad." She rolls her eyes a bit. "We just saw each other on mum's birthday."
"Indeed." Hermione says. "And I don't think we've met." She says to the boy, "Hermione Potter."
Clearly awestruck, the boy takes her hand and stutters, "I- Russell! Russell Malfoy."
WHAT?
Harry doesn't even has time to react, Hermione pulls his hand and says that they'll be at the stand, cheering for James.
Lily is looking down. That's why she didn't tell them about her boyfriend.
"A Malfoy!" He feels insane.
Hermione ignores him while they climb the stairs to reach the top of the stand. He keeps cursing and complaining. He won't accept this. Lily can't date a Malfoy, this can't be true.
Finally, when they reach the top, Hermione pulls him to a corner, putting a silencing bubble around them.
"Harry, calm the fuck down."
"You can't be serious! A Malfoy, Hermione! He used to call you a Mudblood!"
"Yes, Draco. Not Russell. And the ferret apologized later and all that, he paid for his mistakes-"
"Mistakes? A mistake is me forgetting to pay a bill! What Malfoy and his family did-"
"Is in the past! Harry!" She puts both hands on his arms. He notices, annoyed, that a few people are looking at them. "This may not even be serious! You can't prohibit her or anything of the sort or else she'll stay with him just to spite you!"
He makes a face, pursing his lips. She's so right. And yet, it doesn't make this easier.
"I- How could she?" He asks in a sad voice.
"Love, it's not like that, we can't choose who we fall in love with, you know that. And maybe the boy is not that bad." Her hands go up and down his arms in an attempt to calm him. It works.
He sighs. "Fine, fine. But if he screws up I'm beating the shit out of this prick!"
Hermione snorts. "There, there, okay. Is all the testosterone out of your system now?"
He rolls his eyes and notices that the stand is getting crowded. She kisses his cheek, smiling.
"Her happiness is all I care about." He mumbles.
"I know." She gives him a peck - something they avoid in public. "She'll be fine. Now, let's watch James' match, okay?"
He nods, pulling her to his arms and inhaling her scent.
"Ew." They turn their heads, Mia is right behind them. "Seriously, guys? Here?"
They chuckle and Harry hugs Mia very tightly. "You don't have a boyfriend, do you?"
She extricates herself from his arms and raises an eyebrow, her hands on her hips - just like Hermione.
"Dad, are you crazy?" She scoffs. "Boys are too immature for me to date them."
Hermione laughs, hugging Mia. "You're absolutely right."
Harry feels relieved. Maybe she still has a few years until she starts thinking about boys…
In the distance he sees Daisy and Jo coming to them. He pokes Hermione. They still don't know which house Jo was sorted into. The kids are keeping the secret. Hermione tried to discover on her birthday but Jo said that when they went to Hogwarts they would see, so…
Both hold their breaths. This game is against Slytherin-
She's indeed wearing the green and silver. Harry raises an eyebrow and chuckles, sharing a look with Hermione.
They already knew. They know their kids.
"Hey, trouble makers." Hermione greets them with hugs, and just as they agreed between themselves, they don't mention Jo's house. The girl accepts their hugs and kisses shyly.
Harry doesn't resist it, though. He takes her by the hand and crouches.
"Hey, I love you." He grabs the green/silver scarf she's wearing. "Nice colors." He winks at her and his daughter beams, happy.
"Thanks, dad."
Then, James' girlfriend comes to them. Elisa. He and Hermione absolutely love her. She's a good influence on James and such a nice girl that their son jokes that if they eventually break up, his parents are going to take her side and not his. Which Hermione secretly said to Harry that's true. They had a good laugh about it.
When the game starts, the only thing that matters to Harry is his son.
He keeps smiling.
October 1st, 2025
Potter Manor
"Are you serious? Hermione, is the fucking Final!"
"I know! And I'm so, so sorry, Harry, but-"
"You can't leave your precious magazine for three hours? Maybe four?" His voice is a tone higher. "It's the World Cup!" He's almost spitting. "The most important thing in my career and you're not going to be there-"
"I explained to you! This international deal is important and I can't miss it-"
"Who even schedules a meeting at the same time the Final of the World Cup is taking place? This is bloody ludicrous!"
She sighs, looking down, one hand on her waist, the other on her temple.
"This is not something that I chose. You know that I hate missing your games-"
"Then don't miss it!" He crosses his arms. "I mean, you said the kids won't be able to go and then you're not going as well, what's the point, then? If my family is not there, what's the fucking point?!"
She gulps, wetting her lips.
"Love, I don't want you to be angry with me-"
"Well, tough luck." He snorts, sitting down on an armchair inside their room and supporting his head with both hands.
It doesn't make sense without Hermione. The Final is in the afternoon, his last match and she won't be there.
"I have to go." She whispers, coming closer to him, her hand on his shoulder. "Harry, love, I'm sorry."
He shrugs, holding back a few tears. "Fine, okay. If it's important to you."
But Harry doesn't look at her, he's too hurt. Hermione squeezes his shoulder and leans to leave a kiss on his cheek.
"I'll make it up to you, I promise."
His petty side doesn't even want to kiss her goodbye. She'll travel to the States to close a deal with an American branch. And the game is taking place right there, in London. The UK against Spain.
But he does turn his head to hers, their lips meeting. They made a promise to each other to never part without a kiss and loving words.
"I love you." She says. "So much."
"I love you too."
"Talk to McGonagall again, maybe she changes her mind about the kids." He nods, sadly. She kisses him again. "Will you catch the Snitch for me?"
"Always."
World Cup Final
He looks at himself in the mirror. He's definitely not the young man that played his first World Cup at twenty-eight. There are a few wrinkles around his eyes and some gray hair on his beard that he hides with a spell.
And he's nervous. Which is odd.
Throughout his career he learned how to manage his nervousness, learned how to deal with big moments and it's been quite some time since he last felt like this.
But he knows what the problem is. His family is not there and he feels like this is just stupid. They're always there on big games, but on this one he's all alone and it's the most important one… it's his last one.
Harry sits and stares at the floor. He's ready to enter the Stadium and give his best. Hermione sent him a Patronus, sending all her love and celebrating in advance, because as she stated, he's the best.
"Well, shit, let's do this, then."
It takes twenty minutes for it to happen.
Not the Snitch to appear. No.
Something else.
Something more important.
First, he doesn't understand what he's seeing. He thinks his eyes might be fooling him. So, he dives a bit lower, flying closer to the stands.
No. He's not mistaken. His eyes are not fooling him.
They're there. They're all there.
He sees Hermione first and then, the huge banner they're holding above their heads with a spell:
The best Seeker.
The best father.
The best husband.
We love you!
Harry tears up a bit. Hermione is smiling and clapping her hands, cheering. The kids are doing the same, completely euphoric.
And even if it costs him the Cup, he dives to them, going fast and stopping right in front of Hermione.
They share a look of sheer love.
And he kisses her. It's fast but the happiness inside him has no limits.
With a huge smile on his face, he high fives his children and goes way up higher again. The whole Stadium is cheering wildly. Screaming and encouraging him to catch the Snitch.
Which is exactly what he's going to do. There's no way he's losing this game now.
No fucking way.
He flies with ease, his eyes on his opponent, his mind clear now, his heart bursting with love.
He's gonna win this. For them. For his family.
His everything.
The celebration was amazing. He can't deny that he never felt so emotional about Quidditch than when he was flying around the Stadium with the World Cup in his hands. He's glad he was able to give one more title to the UK.
But now…
The Stadium is empty. The fans already gone, the lockers dark, the players celebrating somewhere else.
However, he's here.
Harry stands in the middle of the field, his shoes sinking a bit in the sand. He puts both hands inside his pockets and looks up. The night is not the darkest and some faint lights around the place are still on. He can see the hoops clearly, he can see the flags from all countries waving in the air.
There's a heaviness in his chest that insists on pushing him to tears. He knows it was the last time he played professionally. He knows it's going to be hard to deal with this decision, but even so he also knows that… everything is going to be fine-
Her hand squeezes his arm and he turns to look at her. Hermione has a bright smile on her face and she kisses him gently.
"I'm so glad you're here." He says, their mouths close.
She moves back to look at him.
"I'm sorry about even going. When the meeting started I knew I shouldn't be there. I asked them if they really wanted to buy a branch and run the magazine the same way I do. They said yes. I considered the meeting over and done." He chuckles. "I took a Portkey and went directly to Hogwarts. I had to make promises to Minerva that I'm not very proud of." He shakes his head, a tear running down his cheek and reaching the big smile on his face. "In no time we made that banner."
He cups her cheek and they share another kiss.
"It was my last game." He says in a low voice, opening up to her for the first time.
"I know, love."
Of course she does. He touches her forehead with his, inhaling deeply.
Just then their children arrive. They're chanting an old song that is about the other nations fearing the mighty team of the UK and there's something, something, Potter.
Harry laughs. That's not how the song goes at all. But they don't care. They give him a group hug and he cries while he tightly squeezes them in his arms.
"I love you. All of you." He says and they start to cheer and celebrate again.
Between laughs and songs, they repeat the words back to him. At some point Lily screams that he's the best dad in the world.
They have a little party of their own there. But the kids need to go back to Hogwarts and Hermione sighs when they start to head back to the locker room to fetch Harry's things.
He stops her when their children are steps ahead, away from hearing shot.
She tilts her head in question.
He shrugs and wipes a tear from her face.
"Here. The last Snitch." He takes it from his back pocket and Hermione scrunches her whole face, crying.
She holds it to her heart. "Love." She kisses him. "Thank you."
He winks at her and squeezes her ass, both watching their children provoking each other while they walk in front of them.
"We have a beautiful family." He says dreamily.
She sniffs. "Indeed. I think spin the bottle is the best game ever invented."
He laughs. "True."
"To imagine that it was supposed to be just a kiss, huh?" She bumps into him and he seizes her by the waist.
"I'm glad it wasn't."
"Me too, Harry. Me too."
"And you thought you would die alone in a ditch, huh?"
They laugh.
Then, they share another kiss. One more to the count of millions that already were and are still to come.
The lights from the Stadium go down. But Harry is fine.
He's holding her hand and all is fine.
.
.
The end
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