Always Something There To Remind Me by Sarah

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 12/08/2005
Last Updated: 12/08/2005
Status: In Progress

The war is over, and Harry has dissapeared without a word. Hermione and Ron, left devistated,
turn to eachother for support. But there's always something there to remind Hermione of
Harry...




1. Four A.M.
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**Always Something There To Remind Me** **by Sarah**

**Chapter 1****: Four A****.****M.**

*April, 1997. Seventh Year.*

Hermione sighed contently. For the first time in her life, she was happy. Turning on her side,
she snuggled further into his arms and smiled as she kissed his hand gently. The soft touch of her
lips roused the boy - no, man, causing him to stir and murmur.

“Jussanotheminit…” he mumbled into the base of her neck, before stiffening in a huge body
stretch and yawning. “Mmm… `Mione…?” Hermione rolled over to face him, smiling, and replied to the
murmur with a gentle kiss.

“Good morning, sleepy,” She whispered with a gentle smile. As he tiredly opened his eyes,
Hermione could make out the deep green that sent her to heaven and back each time she saw it. “Or
should I say good afternoon?” He chuckled slightly before engulfing Hermione in a good-morning
hug.

“Now, to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you this fine morning - err, afternoon?” He said,
grinning at her widely.

“Harry, are you telling me you don't remember what we did last night…?” she retorted as her
face fell.

“Of course I do,” He said with a satisfied grin: A very satisfied one. “But if you don't,
I'd be more than happy to refresh your memory.” Hermione's face quickly lit up as if her
Christmases had all come at once, and stifled a giggle.

“Mr. Potter, I do believe that your newly lost virginity has caused you to become a smug,
arrogant little sod.” Hermione was having trouble keeping her hands off him. The previous night,
he, Harry Potter, boy-who-lived, had completed her ever wish and desire. Hermione, for the first
time felt needed. She felt wanted. Most of all, and most importantly, she felt loved. Needless to
say, the feeling was mutual.

“`Little?!'” Harry exclaimed, pouting slightly, causing Hermione to issue a lot of self
control to refrain from snogging him senseless there and then. “I thought I was a bit better
endowed than `little!'” Harry ducked as best he could to avoid Hermione's playful swat.

“How about I make my decision about what's little and what's not after you do that…
*Thing* again…” She pressed her body against his, feeling the not-so-little piece of equipment
struggling to escape his pants.

“What, you mean *this*?” Harry flipped the two of them over, and pinned Hermione down.
Hermione giggled slightly, grinning like nothing before, and nodded. “Well, I suppose that can be
arranged.”

“But first…”

“First, *what?*”

“First tell me you love me.” Hermione stared up into his eyes that had filled her dreams for the
past few years. She longed to hear those words from him again.

“I love you.”

“Promise..?”

“I promise.” Hermione believed him with every inch of her heart, body and soul. She reached up
to stroke his face gently. “Do you love me?” he added quickly.

“More than you know.” He leaned forwards and kissed her emotionally. The kiss spoke louder than
words, telling Hermione everything that she'd always wanted to hear. After what seemed hours,
the couple broke apart, smiling at each other softly.

“Never leave me, Harry.”

“I won't. I promise you.” With that, he kissed her again, passionately and lovingly, never
wanting to let go.

***

*February,* *1999**.*

Hermione sighed as she awoke for what seemed to be the ten-thousandth time that night. Turning
on her side, she attempted to fall back asleep. At her side lay her husband, snoring loudly, his
arms and legs sprawled over the majority of the king-sized bed. She closed her eyes, attempting to
fall asleep again, but the sounds of her husband's snores were far from comforting. Sighing
once more, she turned on her other side, catching a glimpse of the clock glowing gently on the
wall.

“Four A.M.,” she thought to herself. “Lovely.” She closed her eyes once more, trying to ease
herself back into a sleep. Just as Hermione began to drift off, a loud, almost ear splitting wail
came from the bedroom across the hall. Hermione sat bolt-upright bit her lip, as she felt her
husband move roughly in the bed next to her. “Shh,” she silently prayed to the infant across the
hall. “You'll wake him…” She slipped out of bed quietly; however, it was no use. He was already
awake.

“I thought I told you to keep her *silent*.” Her husband muttered angrily through clenched
teeth. “You know how much I need my sleep.” Hermione winced. Wonderful! Husband *and* daughter
awake. She turned to face her husband as she pulled on a robe to keep off the cold chill.

“She's just a child. Children do cry on occasion.” She knew that her husband had had a tough
week - no, month at the office and was in some desperate need of some zees. As a result, his temper
and mood was quickly jumping its threshold. She desperately hoped he wouldn't do anything
rash.

“Yes, *dear,* but surely isn't impossible to keep her quiet through the night? I've
heard that spell-o-tape works wonders.” Hermione glared at him menacingly. She knew that Ronald
wasn't particularly fond of the child, but threatening her life..? Hermione knew Ron better
than that: Or at least she hoped she did.

“You wouldn't dare.” She spat the words at him, full of loathing.

“I won't if you keep her quiet until a less un-godly hour. Put up a silencing charm or
something,” He rolled over with a groan, causing the bedsprings to squeak noisily. “Oh, and
Hermione, do me a favour and sleep in the guest room tonight? I need my space.” Before his head
could hit the pillow, Ron's loud, obnoxious snores had filled the room once more. Hermione
threw her hands up and hurried towards the now-screaming child's room.

The child quietened and ceased rattling the bars of her crib upon seeing her mother. She raised
her arms to the air, grinning widely, signalling that she wanted to be picked up. Hermione smiled
lovingly and pulled the infant into her arms, cuddling the little girl tightly to her. She slowly
moved towards the rocking chair and sat down, placing the now gurgling child in her lap. She pulled
her wand out of her robe and muttered a quick *Finite-Incantem*, before throwing silencing
charms at the walls.

“You've got beautiful green eyes…” Hermione smiled sadly at the infant, who now showed
almost no signs of being a Weasley. As she glanced down at the child's sparkling eyes that were
gazing up at her mothers, Hermione sighed. “Just like your father…”

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