A/N: I would like to thank for all the amazing support on the story. You guys are amazing, seriously!

Also, fluff alert xD


Chapter 20: Home

23rd of May, 1998

Harry woke up with a wide grin, again. He's found himself to wake up this way for a while now, and Hermione was behind it. The main reason for his smile was usually the dreams. He desperately tried to forget about them when in her presence. But another part of his smile was the way in which he woke up. She was right there, clinging on to him.

Her breathing was soft and peaceful, it made him wonder whether she dreamed of him too. Wouldn't that be amazing?

Harry had his day planned out from the moment his eyes opened. Today he will visit the Potter Manor. He was still hesitant about the idea of going there, but he had to see the place; it's what his parents would want. But there was a condition; Hermione had to go with him.

Her hair was stroking his right cheek and her face was dug in the crook of his neck. He could feel her warm breath on his skin and it made him smile even more. Her arms were tightly wrapped around him and their legs were tangled together.

More and more of her body became present in his mind as minutes passed. This, of course, came with a consequence as wild thoughts started to roam around his head. Eventually, the inevitable happened and Harry's own body started to react to Hermione's.

It wasn't exactly new to him; it's something he's been experiencing for a very long time now. But he would never get used to it with Hermione in the room. Never.

Of course, this was Harry's lucky and dreamy life so it was only a matter of time before Hermione decided to stir awake right in the middle of Harry's morning issue.

"Good morning" she croaked, rubbing her eyes.

"Hey." Harry breathed, turning himself slightly to the side, away from her gaze.

Suddenly, an unexpected realisation pierced him like a spear; He was with Hermione, in her parent's house, in bed… with her.

He quickly sat up, turning to her, "Hermione, your parents… if they see us like this—"

"They're gone to town. They always leave early to do some Saturday shopping. I woke up earlier and saw them leave. I was still quite tired so I came back to sleep with you." She gave him a reassuring smile, "Besides, what if they did see us… I'm going to be nineteen soon."

The news sent a wave of relief over Harry. He smiled at her, "Somehow, I don't think that would be a valid factor for your dad."

Hermione chuckled before sitting up and kissing him on the cheek, "I'm gonna go have a shower."

Harry had trouble throwing her words out of his mind. For a second, he imagined a naked Hermione, hot water flowing down her back, caressing across her smooth creamy skin. He shook his head in denial, trying to think of anything but her.

"I'll see you downstairs." She added, closing his bedroom door.

Harry threw himself back down on the bed, allowing his sigh to finally escape. What in Merlin's name was this girl doing to him? It took mere words to trigger his imagination in the worst of ways… she was literally torturing him, and she didn't even know it.

Harry wondered for a while at his crazy thoughts. Could they be because he's never been so intimate with a girl before? There was, of course, Ginny. But he never slept with her… he never woke up with her at his side. Would it be the lack of intimacy with girls that got him to this state of insanity? He would never know… but he still kind of liked it. In some crazy masochistic way.


Hermione was taking a long shower; It gave her time to think. She couldn't take her thoughts off Harry. No matter what she was doing or what she was thinking about, eventually, her mind always turned to Harry Potter. It was driving her insane. Her eyes kept seeing his endless pits of emerald green, her hands were still pulsating with the presence of his arms and chest. She was hoping their morning would start with a snogging session, but Harry seemed rather uncomfortable in her presence, and she knew exactly what it was. She couldn't help but shiver at the thought of his reaction to her.

Don't be ridiculous! Her mind screamed.

She tried to focus on her shower and calm down. He was just Harry… her best friend, and boyfriend, whom she loved since her first teenage years… no biggie.

She dressed and made her way downstairs, hair still wet from the water. Hermione preferred to let her hair dry rather than use drying spells or a hair drier as it made her hair twice as bushy.

She arrived downstairs with a welcoming smell piercing her nostrils… bacon? When she stepped into the kitchen, she couldn't believe her eyes.

Harry was flicking the bacon on a pan while swinging back and forth to a song on the radio. The boy was in his element.

His eyes drifted to where she stood, and his face flushed a deep shade of red, "Hermione!" he called, dropping his pose and smiling up at her, "I'm making us some breakfast." He announced.

Hermione rolled her eyes, but couldn't keep her wide grin away, "Harry… you know what mum said about you being a guest."

"I know… but It really isn't a big deal. You already know that I love cooking, so I figured I could make us something."

She approached him and placed her arms around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder, "You know… this place can be your home, too."

Harry froze at her words, "What?"

Hermione raised her head to look him in the eyes, "I love you, Harry… and I want you to consider my home as yours."

Harry was clearly in shock at her words, "Hermione…"

She stepped back and started pulling at her sleeves, "I'm sorry… it was a bit too much, wasn't it?"

He smiled at her before wrapping her in a tight embrace, "I love you too."

She smiled into his chest, before pulling back, "You're about to burn the bacon."

Harry jumped up and turned back to the pan, "Well, I can't help it when you're here… distracting me with your gorgeous self."

She was thankful he didn't notice her blush as she paced down the kitchen and opened the fridge, "Want some juice?"


A couple hours after breakfast, Hermione was sitting with Harry on the couch in the living room. The television was on but it was only used as background noise. Harry paced kisses across Hermione's cheeks as she tried hard to focus on her book but it was practically impossible. If he didn't stop soon, she would throw herself at him.

Suddenly, one of Harry's kisses went a lot lower than the other ones as she felt his kiss trail down to the crook of her neck. She whimpered in excitement and he instantly pulled away.

"You okay?" he asked, worried.

Hermione couldn't find words for a while, as she clutched to the spot which Harry kissed, "I'm fine… what was that?" she asked.

Harry smiled mischievously, "Did you like that?"

Do it again! "It was nice." She smiled.

Harry trailed his hand across her leg, before pulling her towards him. She collapsed back on the couch, the book she was reading, now lay forgotten on the floor as Harry's mouth journeyed up to her lips.

"You drive me insane, Granger." He whispered in between kisses.

She tried to answer, but all she could do was moan into his mouth, as the kiss deepened. Her whole body shivered as Harry's hand ran up her back.

Her hands seemed to be working by themselves as she started to reach under his shirt, running her fingers over his bare chest.

Their kiss changed as Harry felt her tongue push in between his teeth… Harry heard about this before… the French kiss. He was starting to panic and eventually pulled away.

Hermione was trying to catch her breath, her hands still buried under his shirt, "What's wrong, Harry?" she was urging him to lean down again, she needed him… right now!

"Hermione… I've… I haven't kissed like that before… I don't know how—"

"It's okay… I haven't either. It's fine Harry, we can learn together" she gave him a quick smile before forcing him back to her lips.

Harry pecked her mouth a couple of times, before engaging in yet another deep kiss. This time, he was ready as her tongue entered his mouth.

It was the craziest sensation he ever felt, the way in which their tounges battled against each other was out of this world. He felt like a lost boy in the pits of wonder and passion.

Her taste was intoxicating. Her lips felt so good against his. He couldn't decide whether it was sweet, but it was definitely something. He would probably be able to decipher her taste, but his brain was nothing but jelly right now.

Desire took the better of her, as she pulled his back downwards, making him press against her. His body was grinding across her chest, as she breathed in excitement. Nothing existed in that moment other than him and his lovely mouth. His hands were trailing over her sweater which was being tugged.

She released him from her grip, only to help him take her top layer off. He chuckled in amusement as she swarmed his mouth again with her lips. How dare he laugh? Does he not understand her desire?

She ran her fingers through his jet black hair, making it even messier. She smiled at the sight of him. He was so damn handsome… and he was hers… and hers only.

Harry pressed his mouth back to her neck, allowing for her swollen lips to rest. She squealed again, as Harry's lips pressed against the crook of her neck.

"Harry…" she breathed, "Stop… you're going to… drive me crazy."

"I'm about to..." He smiled devilishly as his hands swept under her own shirt, massaging her sides.

She moaned in pleasure, as his hands wandered across her body, making her entire form react to his touch.

Hermione was about to remove his shirt completely when they heard the front door open.

Harry literally threw himself off the couch and landed with a loud thud on the floor. He swore quietly, rubbing his shoulder, as Hermione rushed towards the front door, trying her best not to burst out laughing at his failed stunt.

"Mum… dad… you're back quite early." Hermione called.

Emma and Daniel emerged inside the living room, carrying several shopping bags. "Hey, Harry. Did you sleep okay?" Emma asked, smiling at him.

Harry managed to return the smile, despite his incredibly red face, "Hey, Mrs— Emma…" he smiled awkwardly, "I slept well, thank you."

Emma shook her head in amusement as she turned her gaze to Hermione who was equally as red, "Did we interrupt something?" she asked.

Hermione's eyes widened in panic, "No… we were just… watching TV." She quickly lied.

Emma knew that wasn't true, but she wasn't about to press her daughter into anything. She was a big girl after all. And below all that blushing, Emma could see the evident happiness.

Daniel placed the shopping bags on the floor and sat down in his chair, "So many people shopping today… unbelievable." He panted, grabbing the remote controller, "Harry, are you a fan of football by any chance?" Dan asked.

Harry shook his dead, "I'm afraid not. I never really got into it as a kid, and then I got introduced to Quidditch." He smiled.

Daniel nodded, "Mmm, well… I can't promise you that football is as exciting as Quidditch, but it's definitely an experience." He informed and switched the channel to reveal a large green pitch, "My team is playing today."


She would be the death of him, Harry knew it.

Hermione was pacing around the kitchen, helping Emma prepare lunch, as Harry and Daniel played a game of chequers. Harry was perfectly aware of the rules, but he never played chequers before, and there's was a certain distraction causing him to only pay half of his attention to the game. He's managed to develop a pretty good skill in chess over the years he spent playing with Ron, but this was a very different game, even if it was played on the same board.

Daniel remained silent for a while, before grinning and swiping his hands across the board, leaving Harry with only one piece.

"Woah…" Harry breathed.

Daniel laughed and clapped Harry on the shoulder, "It's all about strategy, Harry."

Harry was sure he wouldn't lose so quickly if Hermione wasn't there to distract him every step of the way; she kept on popping inside the living room, checking the chequers board and giving Harry quick tips on how to play. He tried his absolute hardest to listen, but she was way too distracting.

His mind kept coming back to the moment they had on the couch. His hands were still pulsing with the feel of her skin. It was electric. She felt so smooth and soft… and so warm. But her smell… the smell of her hair and perfume mixing together with her scent was still driving Harry places he'd love to explore. His mind was sharp and responsive, but his sense of self-awareness was gone. All that existed was her, and he couldn't stop.

She was like a drug and he was so addicted. He knew that no amounts of time would ever make him stop. He wanted her so much, he needed to feel her presence, to feel her skin against his. Her body was more present in his eyes than ever before; every time she paced back to the kitchen, Harry stole quick glances of her just to keep himself grounded and sane.

Eventually, lunch was served and Harry could finally sit next to Hermione at the table. Her presence was enough to keep his quiet for now. But he needed more, and soon.

He couldn't help but wonder at what she felt at that moment… did she share Harry's feelings? Was that why she kept coming back to the living room? His answer was soon answered when Hermione placed her hand on his thigh under the table.

Harry's eyes instantly snapped towards her, only to see that she was smiling at him. She missed his touch just as he missed hers… that thought alone was enough to place him in the clouds. He gently placed his hand on hers and returned the smile.

Their little exchange was not missed by Emma's gaze as she gave them both a knowing smile. Daniel was too busy with the newspaper to realise, which Harry was all too grateful for.

As lunch was coming to an end, Harry decided to announce his plans for the rest of the day.

He turned to Emma and Daniel, "I was thinking of going to visit my parent's home today… I was wondering if you would allow for Hermione to tag along with me…"

Emma looked at Daniel who nodded, "Of course she can, Harry."

Harry turned to Hermione. Her answer was pretty much already known to everyone at the table, but Harry felt the need to ask anyway.

"Would you like to come, Hermione?"

She continued to beam at him, "I'd love to, Harry."

"And where is this house?" asked Daniel.

"Borders of Yorkshire." Harry informed, "I don't know where exactly, though."

"We don't have to, Harry," Hermione answered.

Harry and Daniel both turned their eyes to her, clearly confused.

"The keys which you received are portkeys. All manors have them. We just need to throw the 'portus' spell and it should activate." She explained.

"A manor?" asked Daniel, his eyes wide open.

Harry shifted uncomfortably in his chair, "It was left to me by my parents."

Emma and Dan knew that Hermione would be able to tell them more as they turned to her for answers.

"Harry and I visited Gringotts yesterday. It turns out he's a little bit more wealthy than expected. I predicted it though." She smiled at Harry.

"A little bit?" Daniel croaked, "How much are we speaking?"

"Dan!" Cried Emma, "That's none of our business!"

Harry shook his head, "I don't mind you knowing…" he shrugged, "I think I'll feel a little better if someone else knows about it, to be honest."

Hermione sighed, "Harry's current account holds just over twenty seven-million galleons."

Even Emma couldn't hide her shocked reaction to that.

"But… Hermione… you said that one Galleon is equal to five pounds, didn't you?" Dan asked.

Hermione smiled, "Four pounds, ninety-three, to be precise."

Daniel swallowed hard before turning back to Harry, "That means… you have something close to…"

"One hundred and thirty-four million pounds." Harry finished.

Even Hermione gazed at his words.

Harry simply shrugged, "I did the math yesterday."

134 million pounds. If Daniel ever had any doubts about Harry and whether he could make Hermione happy, they were gone; his daughter was dating a millionaire. Even better, this millionaire thought the world of her.

After a long silence, Harry sighed, "I just don't want you to think differently about me… all that money… it doesn't mean anything, I don't care about it. I don't need it to keep me happy. All I need is…" his voice faded as he looked down, away from their stares.

Hermione, Emma answered in her head as she smiled at her daughter.

Hermione didn't look back at her mother, she continued to gaze at Harry until she couldn't hold herself back and shifted to wrap her arms around his neck.

"You already know my opinion on this." She whispered to him.

Harry smiled at her, and placed his hand on her back, "I do."

Emma wiped a tear from her eye and took Harry's attention, "You know, Harry. I haven't found anything that I don't like about you yet… and it's starting to worry me."

The table laughed at her words. Soon after, Daniel stood up and placed his hand on Harry's shoulder, "you'll always be welcome here, son."

Son. Harry could barely believe he heard those words. He stirred his mind to what Daniel said before smiling back at him, "Thank you."

Emma sighed, "So, I assume that you'll both be gone for a couple days. Hermione, do you need help with packing?"

Hermione smiled at her mother, "yes, please."


Emma was folding a pair of trousers next to Hermione who was carefully placing clothes inside her handbag.

"I'm starting to become tired of all this packing and unpacking" Hermione chuckled.

Emma knew that their following conversation would create a whole new meaning to their mother and daughter relationship. She thought about this chat from the very moment she entered her house that morning.

"Hermione… I think it's time for the talk." She informed.

Hermione frowned at her mother, "…the talk?"

Emma nodded and sat down on the bed, "to be honest, I think most mothers have this conversation much earlier with their daughters… but that doesn't make it any less tough."

Hermione was puzzled, "Mum… what are you talking about?"

Emma sighed, "Remember when we spoke about periods… and mood swings… and children?"

Hermione nodded, "Yes… but that was five years ago… what does it have to do with me leaving?"

Emma smiled at her daughter. Her daughter is very bright. Maybe this conversation won't be as tough as she thought.

"Yes… this is the 'part two' of that." She explained.

Hermione sat down, clearly interested, "okay…"

"I'm sure you have started to develop certain urges and puzzled feelings towards Harry… and I'm not only talking about love here."

Before Emma could continue, Hermione smiled at her mother, "No way… are you about to talk to me about contraception?"

Okay… her daughter was too smart for her own good.

"You know about it?" Emma asked.

Hermione nodded, "They taught about it at Hogwarts."

Emma gasped in relief, "I'm actually quite thankful for that… so you know about protecting yourself and all that stuff, right?"

Hermione nodded again, "There are contraceptive spells which witches can use to not fall pregnant. There are also potions and spells which take care of sexually transmitted infections." She informed.

Emma was bewildered at the sound of hearing her daughter speak of these topics. When did she learn all this?

"I'll be fine mum, really."

Emma smiled, "should I get Dan to speak with Harry?"

Hermione shivered at the thought and shook her head, "I think we'll be fine. Harry is smart… besides, I think Harry might have already experienced his first time with Ginny."

As much as this wasn't for Emma to hope, she really did hope it wasn't true. Hermione deserved to be Harry's first love.

Emma laughed, "Okay, sweetie… just… be careful, okay?"

Hermione smiled, "I promise, mum."

Emma couldn't hold herself anymore, as she threw her arms around Hermione, "When did my daughter get so grown up?" she sighed.


Harry and Hermione appeared in front of a large stone mansion. It was almost equivalent to a small castle. There was a huge silver gate in front of them with a gold sign on top which read 'Potter Manor'.

Hermione was taking in the view when she turned to him, "It's beautiful."

It really was. Harry could make out small hills and plains all around them. Nothing but the manor was in sight. It was literally in the middle of nowhere.

Harry pushed open the gate and started pacing through the cobblestone path, clutching to Hermione's hand. There was a wonderful garden peaking on the sides. Harry knew he could easily get lost in its large space.

They approached the wooden door when Harry looked back at Hermione, "Ready?"

She nodded and squeezed his hand, "I'm right here."

Harry smiled at her before placing his silver key inside the door's lock. He twisted it and felt the lock twitch back.

He pulled on the handle and pushed the door forward, revealing an enormous, hallway. The floor was covered with dark oak wood which surprised Harry. He expected more of the stone floor which he saw at the Malfoy Manor. But this Manor was different, it was warm and pleasant. There was a nice atmosphere waving through the maroon walls of the hallway. It reminded him of the Gryffindor common room and he instantly felt like home. His parents had great taste.

"Woah…" Hermione gasped.

Before Harry could walk further into the hallway, a small elf appeared right at their feet. The elf looked very similar to Doby, but this elf was wearing small grey shorts and a tiny red shirt.

"Master Harry! Beemey was awaiting your arrival for years!" the elf cried.

Harry's world just got a whole lot bigger.