You're Still the One by husker_fan_2006

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 03/08/2008
Last Updated: 03/08/2008
Status: Completed

Fifteen years following Harry and Hermione's wedding, time has found their marriage at a
point where the spark they once had has begun to get very dull. But it takes a celebration of their
anniversary and a dance that makes them remember how much they love each other. Anyone remember the
oneshot 'I Wish'? Well, here's its sequel!




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**You're Still The One****** *
Summary: Fifteen years following Harry and Hermione's wedding, their friends decide to throw
them a party for their anniversary. Memories come to mind in both people, and they reflect back on
the last* *fifteen years**. The summary sucks I know, but hopefully you'll like the
story/songfic. It's a sequel to I Wish. To the song, `You're Still the One' by Shania
Twain.*

A/n: I was looking through some old files, and stumbled across this one, and thought, when I
posted `I Wish' I promised a sequel and never followed through, so I found this, edited it a
little, and here you go! It's pre-DH, so pretty much pre-OBHWF or at least to where it started
to get really bad. It's also un-betaed, so there's bound to be mistakes. Hope you enjoy,
you'll probably need to read `I Wish' first though!

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**When I first saw you, I saw love. And the first time you touched me, I felt love. And after
all this tim****e, you're still the one I love.**

“You have to wear nice clothes tonight.” Ginny Malfoy told her friends; the old married couple
for fifteen years, Harry and Hermione.

“What's going on?” Hermione asked skeptically. “You said we're just going out for
dinner, why do we need to dress up?”

Ginny shrugged. “We *are* going out for dinner.”

“And why do we have to dress up?” Harry asked.

“Cuz' it's fun to dress up, Harry,” Ginny said brightly.

“Something's up, I can feel it,” Hermione said to her husband who nodded in
agreement.

“I know, they're all lousy at being sneaky,” he replied. Ginny got a sudden idea and her
face lit up as she grinned.

“Hermione, you should wear that green dress.”

“What green dress?”

“The one you haven't worn in fifteen years.”

“What dress are you talking about?”

“That green one; that you wore when Harry was going to get married to what's-her-face.
Remember?”

“Ginny, I don't even think I fit into that anymore.”

“Why not?”

“You try having two kids and then fit into a dress that you wore fifteen years ago.” Ginny
looked at her friend in disbelief.

“Are you a witch or are you not, Mrs. Potter? Did you or did you not graduate at the top of your
class?” Hermione sighed and gave in.

“Fine. But I still don't understand why I have to dress up so much for a simple dinner,”
Hermione was muttering under her breath as she went searching in her closet for the dress. Ginny
turned to the raven-haired man sitting on his bed.

“Alright, Harry, do you have like a muggle suit or anything?”

“Where are we going that we need to wear suits and fancy dresses and stuff?”

“Just don't worry about it. Curiosity killed the cat. You'll find out soon.” Harry gave
her an annoyed look.

“Yes, I have a suit, and it's black. Anything else?” Ginny shook her head and grinned
again.

“Will you *lighten up*? It's your anniversary today, be happy! Go get dressed.” Harry
opened his mouth to say something, but Ginny stopped him by putting a finger over his lips. “Stop
worrying, you're in good hands.” Harry rolled his eyes and reached in the closet and grabbed
his suit and tie and went to go change. Hermione walked out of the closet the dress in hand. She
flicked her wand and the dress was on her body, the clothes she was wearing before folded neatly on
the bed. Ginny smiled.

“It looks like you didn't need to alter it much, Hermione.”

“A little. It's a little snug around the middle.” Ginny helped Hermione do her hair, putting
it in curls and combs. After finishing with her make up, Ginny smiled and looked at Hermione's
reflection in the mirror.

“You look fifteen years younger, Hermione.” Hermione smiled.

“Now if only I knew what I was looking fifteen years younger for…”

“Sorry, can't tell you that, it's a surprise. C'mon, let's go show you off to
your husband. He'll be speechless.” Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Yeah right. Harry has seen me every day for fifteen years, Ginny. I think after so long you
stop being able to render your husband speechless.”

“Yeah, but this dress works wonders, remember? You never know. What, are you saying your
marriage has lost its spark? Are you two unhappy?”

“No. The spark is still there, it's just…dull. Very, very dull.”

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Harry was sitting in the living room staring off into space, thinking of his anniversary and the
fifteen years he spent with his wife. He remembered vividly that night of his first wedding where
he singlehandedly broke his ex-fiancé's heart, and how afterwards he had asked Hermione to
marry him. He laughed to himself at the memory of how impulsive he used to be, and how impulsive
Hermione was too, for she had said yes right away. Things had moved fast for them, they were
married six months later, and about seven months later their family had grown from two to four,
when Hermione gave birth to twins, Aurora and Christian. After a few years, the novelty of a new
marriage and new children had worn off, and the real world started to settle in, and the two began
to drift apart. He still loved his wife, and wouldn't considering leaving for a second if he
had a chance, but things had gotten dull. Life together had lost its spontaneity, and practicality
and sensibleness had settled in.

Harry was brought out of his reverie when he heard someone come down the stairs. He looked up
and saw his son brushing off something from his shoulder while he was walking down the stairs.
Christian was dressed in a black suit, a lot like the one his dad was wearing. His messy hair that
he inherited from his father, stuck up in all directions, and his bright green eyes surveyed his
suit for any other particle that needed to be brushed off. Harry couldn't believe sometimes
that his kids were fourteen already. In three years they both would be out of Hogwarts and off on
their own. It was one thing no one ever told Harry about having kids; you'll never believe how
fast they grow. Christian looked up at his dad and smiled.

“You ready to go?”

“Yep.”

“Ok, that makes two of us. Mum and Ginny are still fixing Mum's hair and stuff, and
Aurora's taking forever as usual.”

“Shut up, Christian, I'm ready,” Aurora said from the top of the stairs. Harry smiled as his
daughter came down the stairs, glaring at her brother. She was dressed in a dark red dress that had
off the shoulder sleeves, and was form fitting to the waist before it flared out, making a little
bell shape. She, like her brother, had inherited her father's hair, but it wasn't messy and
uncontrollable like Harry's and Christian's was. Aurora's hair was half held back by
little fancy combs, all in curls, the rest of her mid-back length hair fell in curls down her back
and around her shoulders. Aurora looked so much like her mother, and her personality was a lot like
Hermione's too. She loved to read, was the top of the class, but, along with Christian, took
after their grandpa Potter and his three best friends when they were in school. Hermione often
commented that their house was a second home for the school owls because they were there so often
carrying letters telling of the latest crimes the twins had committed. Aurora stopped on the step
above where her brother was standing and still glared at him. She said, “And I do *not* take
forever getting ready.”

“Yes you do.”

“No, I do not.”

“Yes you do.” Aurora opened her mouth to reply, but stopped herself and closed it. Christian
smirked.

“See, I win.”

“You did not *win* because you're that good, Christian James Potter, you *won*
because I was the bigger person and *let* you win. I don't want to argue with you
tonight.” Christian gave his sister a cheeky grin.

“Either way, I still won.”

Aurora rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Dad, why couldn't I have been an only child?”
she asked her father.

Harry laughed. “That's just the way it worked out I guess.” Aurora looked at her brother who
grinned and shrugged, and she rolled her eyes again.

“You clean up pretty well Dad, you look nice.”

“Well thank you. You two both look nice too. Do you know anything about this thing going on
tonight? Like where we're going?” Harry questioned his daughter. Aurora shrugged and smiled
mischievously .

“Not a thing.” Harry turned to his son.

“How about you?”

“Nope,” Christian said, with the same look on his face as his sister. Harry knew he was being
lied to, but decided to give it a rest. He'd find out sooner or later.

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Hermione refused to give up. She was still asking questions of Ginny, trying to get some answers
out of her, but to no avail. Ginny refused to give anything up.

“Hermione, why don't you just drop it, and trust us? We're taking you and Harry
somewhere nice for your fifteenth wedding anniversary. That's all I'm going to let you
know, so stop pestering me about it. Alright; there, you're all pretty for the night. Ready?”
Hermione nodded and stood. Ginny held the door open and followed Hermione out of the room. Hermione
stood at the top of the stairs, and looked down and smiled when she saw Aurora and Christian all
dressed up. She started down the stairs and Aurora and Christian's faces lit up with their
smiles. Harry turned to see what they were looking at, and his jaw dropped slightly. He stared at
her as she slowly made her way down the stairs. He hadn't seen her wear that dress in over
fifteen years, and he thought she looked just as beautiful as the day she last wore it. Aurora and
Christian grinned as they noticed the look on their dad's face as their mother walked down the
stairs. Aurora nodded to Christian and they exited the room quietly as Hermione reached the bottom
of the stairs. Hermione held her arms out and smiled.

“Well,” She spun around, the skirt fluttering out a little, “what do you think?”

“You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” Hermione's cheeks went a little
pink.

“Ok, you don't have to lie to me, Harry.”

“I'm not. You're beautiful, and I'm the luckiest man in the world because I'm
married to you. And I know I don't say it enough.”

“It's alright. I know that you love me. And you know that I love you, even if we don't
say it very much anymore.” Harry smiled and leaned in and gave his wife a kiss.

“Happy anniversary, love.”

“Happy anniversary.” They kissed again.

“Well, should we go and see what Ginny has planned for us tonight?”

“Yep. Let's go.” Harry offered his wife his arm, and she linked hers with it. They walked
arm in arm to the door, where Aurora and Christian were holding black material in their hands.

“Ginny left already, and we're supposed to put these blindfolds on you,” Aurora said,
holding up the material.

“Why?”

“This way, you don't know where we're going.” Hermione sighed as her daughter tied the
blindfold over her eyes and tugged it into place, making sure it wasn't possible for her to
see.

“Come on, you two, it's bad enough that we don't know where we're going, and now
you're going to blindfold us too?”

“Yep. It'd give it away when we got there.” Aurora then took her mother's hand and led
her over to the door, and Christian did the same to his blindfolded father.

“Ok, Mum, Dad, take hold of this portkey,” Aurora said, and grabbed her mother's hand and
placed it on the portkey. Harry and Hermione heard Christian counting down on his watch,

“Five…four…three…two…one…” They all felt a jerk behind their navels and were transported across
the countryside to where they were headed. Once they got there, Aurora and Christian removed the
blindfolds and both their jaws dropped. The room was filled with people, who all yelled
`Surprise!' when the gift of sight was given back to the married couple. The members of their
wedding party were in the same clothes they were in at their wedding. Husband and wife were told to
sit down at the table at the front of the room. Ginny stood in front of them, with the attention of
the entire room. She smiled.

“Mr. and Mrs. Harry Potter, welcome to the recreation of your wedding reception for the purpose
of your fifteenth wedding anniversary, thanks to the brilliant minds of your fourteen year old son
and daughter. Almost every single witch, wizard, muggle, etc. who was at your wedding fifteen years
ago is here tonight. There are more though, as most of us have had children, including yourselves.
As you can see, your wedding party is here, in the same clothes that we wore for your wedding.
Amazingly, they still fit without a lot of altering. So, if memory serves me right, I believe you
two started your wedding reception with the first dance. Hence, it seems fitting that you do so
tonight.” A song that fit perfectly for an anniversary, `You're Still the One' started up,
and Harry stood up, took his wife's hand and led her out to the dance floor. They danced, and
while they danced, memories of the past fifteen years went through their minds.


**Looks like we made it
Look how far we've come my baby
We mighta took the long way
We knew we'd get there someday**

*“I'm* not *getting up.”*

*“Yes you are.”*

*“Leave me alone, I want to sit here and feel depressed because I'm fat.” Harry rolled his
eyes and gave an exasperated sigh.* *I really tended to frustrate him* *during the time I
was carrying his son and daughter.*

*“For the last time, Hermione, you're not fat. You're pregnant.”*

*“And it's all your fault.”* *Harry laughed shortly, like he was saying, `I'm not
falling for that one.' That was always a weak point to argue with him.*

*“It's* not *all my fault, Hermione, you were there too.* *And I don't
remember you protesting too much at the time.**” I gave up on that argument and returned to
being stubborn.*

*“I'm not getting up from this chair.* *I'm not going, I don't want
to.**”*

*“Yes, you are.* *Ginny and Draco invited us, you told Ginny we'd be there last week.
You can't back out now.**”* *Ginny had invited us to dinner, ever since she herself
had become pregnant, she had been wanting to cook all the time, and was always wanting to have
people come visit and try her new concoctions. A pregnant Ginny was not fun to be around,
especially when you're pregnant too.* *It wasn't all about refusing to go to Ginny and
Draco's, it was partly about just creating an argument with Harry. Because when you're
still newlyweds, you pick a fight just so you can make up later.*

*“Yes, I can. I don't want to go.”*

*“Then why'd you tell her we'd come over?”*

*“You try and tell her `no' sometimes. It doesn't work, it's like the word
doesn't have any meaning to her, and she won't quit until you say yes.”*

*“Well, either way, you promised, so you're going.”*

*“No, I'm not.”*

*“You're getting up from that chair if I have to personally drag you from it myself.” I
noticed the hint of humor in his eyes, and I looked at him with mock stubbornness on my face,
grabbed the sides of the chair, my wedding ring clicking on the wood.*

*“Do your worst.” I grinned at him, taunting him, stuck my tongue out at him and said
mockingly, “And just how do you expect me to get up?”*

*“I'll tickle you.” The grin fell from my face instantly.*

*“You wouldn't.”*

*With an evil grin on his face, he said, “Oh, I would. You know I would.” Being very ticklish,
being threatened to be tickled was just about as bad as being threatened to be killed. I shot up
from the chair.*

*“Ok, I'm up.” He grinned. I love that grin, though sometimes I hate it, especially when
it surfaces at times like these.*


**They said, "I bet they'll never make it."
But just look at us holding on
We're still together still going strong.**

*“Ah, look, it's Potty and his Mudblood.” I looked over at Hermione and saw her roll her
eyes. All we wanted was a quiet time in Diagon Ally, and thanks to meeting Pansy Parkinson, that
hope was shattered.*

*“You know, we all have bets going on how long this marriage of yours is going to last. The
longest is a week.” I stopped and slowly turned to face Pansy.*

*“**Well, let them bet**.* *My money's down for eternity.**”*

*“I heard the only reason why you two got married was because the Mudblood was knocked up, is
it true?”*

*“Funny, I don't see your husband around Pansy. Oh that's right, there is no
husband.”*

*“Shut it, Potter.”*

*“Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you,” I said sarcastically. Pansy glared at
me.*

*“If I were you, I wouldn't be so sure of myself as you are. Mark my words, Potter,
you'll be a single man again soon; your marriage'll never last. And if it does, which would
be a surprise to many, you both will meet the same end as the preceding Potters.” Hermione turned
around, with such calm on her face, the kind of calm I could never achieve when people were
provoking me.*

*“What are you trying to start?”*

*“I'm not trying to start anything, Mudblood, just stating facts.”*

*“Then let me stat some facts, Pansy, you would be the one who would be so unlikely to take a
husband, because one, you're a* *terrible, mean-spirited person**, two, you're
arrogant, and three, no man in his right mind would touch you, even with a ten foot pole.” Anger
crossed Pansy's face and she pointed at Hermione.*

*“You wait, you'll be eating those words soon when you've met the same end as your
in-laws.” She turned and left. I wrapped an arm around my wife and we continued walking.*

*“Blood**y brilliant, Hermione,**”* *I said to her, planting a kiss on her
temple.* *“You're so much better at this than me.”*** **
**You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night**

*“Harry,* *please* *stop pacing, it'll be fine. She'll be fine.” I stopped
pacing and looked at Ron and snapped,*

*“How do you know? How do you know everything'll turn out all right?”*

*“Ok, I don't know for sure,* *Harry, and will you please stop biting everyone's
head off when they speak**? I know you're nervous, but that's no reason to yell at
your friends.” I sat down* *and sighed, running a hand through my hair nervously.*

*“I'm sorry.”*

*“Well, think of it this way, the birth is the easy part, you've got seventeen years of
stress coming your way. Double stress actually, since you're getting twins.”*

*“Is that your way of making him feel better, Ron? Cuz' I don't think that'll
work.” Luna said. Ron grinned at his wife.*

*“You think you can do better?”*

*“Yes, I do.”*

*“Really? What makes you think that?”*

*“Because I* *am more sensitive than you**.” Ron motioned to me for Luna to
try.*

*“Be my guest.” Luna traded seats with Ron and sat next to me. I was staring at the
fl**oor, not willing to look at her, but I listened as she said one of the most normal and
comforting things I had ever heard her say.*

*“Harry, Ron's right, it will be stressful, but in the same way, you'll love every
minute of it. For the next seventeen years you get to raise them in whatever weird way you see
fit.” I laughed, and so did she.*

*“You're about to have two people in your life that are a part of you and the woman you
love. And you get to help raise them, and watch them grow. I know you'll do a good
job.”*

*“How can you think that? I don't have any example to follow. I never knew my
dad.”*

*“Parenting* *is something that's already part of your personality**.* *You
already know what you need to know, and what you don't know, you'll learn from
experience.* *You're good with people, with children, so you'll be a good father.” I
finally looked at Luna and smiled.*

*“Thanks.” She smiled and nodded a `you're welcome'.*

*“And Harry, all these doubts you're having, I almost guarantee are going to go away when
you take your first look at them. These worries won't matter in a few minutes.” Ron said, and
Luna and I both looked at him, surprised that he said something helpful in a sensitive
situation.*

*“Wow, Ron, I'm impressed that you came up with that,” Luna said in awe. Ron shrugged
sheepishly and grinned.*

*“Well, I was due.” The three of us lau**ghed. I stopped laughing when* *I heard
someone call my name.*

*“Mr. Potter?”*

*I turned my head to the sound of the voice, and saw a nurse standing behind the chair I was
sitting in. Her gaze was glued to my scar, and I broke her out of her trance by saying,*
*“Yes?”*

*She took her eyes off of my scar and moved them down to my eyes.*

*“You're supposed to come with me.* *There are* *some people you* *get*
*to meet.” She smiled, as did Ron and Luna. I got up and followed her, to the room that I knew
Hermione was in. She opened the door and stood aside for me to pass her.*

*“Go ahead and go in. I'll be right back with them.” I went inside, and saw Hermione lying
in bed, eyes closed, resting. I stood next to the bed and took her hand in mine. Her eyes flew open
and she looked at me and smiled* *brightly**.*

*“Hey,” she said softly.*

*“Hey. How**'re* *you feeling?” Hermione sighed tiredly.*

*“Exhausted.” I smiled, and gave her a kiss.*

*“Harry, wait till you see them. They're beautiful.” The door opened and the nurse came
back with a bundle with a blue blanket in one arm and a bundle with a pink blanket in the other.
She handed the pink bundle to me, and the blue one to Hermione. I looked at my daughter, seeing she
looked exactly like her mother. I looked over at my son, and saw he looked exactly like his father.
Hermione slid over to make room for me to sit down. I took a seat next to my wife, and we sat there
admiring our children.*

*“Aren't they beautiful?”* *Hermione said, sounding like she might cry.*

*“They're the most beautiful things I've ever seen in all my life. Apart from you,
that is.” I said, planting a kiss on her head.* *Ron was right, w**hen I first saw my son
and daughter, all worries of being a bad father flew out of my mind, and were replaced with
thoughts of love towards them and the woman who shared them with me.*

*“I didn't know anyone could love someone so much that they just met.”*

*“I know. I guess this is where the phrase `love at first sight' came from.* *What
shall we name them?”*

*“I don't know, what would you suggest?” She looked at our* *daughter**.*

*“How about we name* *her Aurora**?”*

*“**Aurora? Where'd that name come from?**”*

*“I read it in a story a long time ago and kind of fell in love with it. Do you like it?” I
looked at the baby girl, trying the name out in my mind. Finally, I nodded.*

*“I think it fits her. She needs a middle name though.”*

*“You pick one.”*

*“Aurora…Elizabeth. That was my mother's middle name.”*

*“Aurora Elizabeth Potter. I like it. And how about this little guy over here? You get to pick
the first name this time.” I looked at our son and thought for a little bit. Suddenly, a name came
to me that like the name Aurora, it was a name also found in a book.*

*“Well, since the name Aurora came from a book, how about the same for his? You might not like
it, but it's just an idea.”*

*“What is it?”*

*“Christian.”*

*“Christian…hmm, I think I like it. Christian…James Potter.”*

*“Christian James Potter?”*

*“Mmm hmm, I think James is a good middle name.”*

*“Alright,* *Aurora* *Elizabeth* *and* *Christian* *James Potter. I
like it.”*

*“Me too.”* *Aurora* *opened her* *eyes* *and bright green eyes identical
to mine took in her surroundings.* *Christian**, like his sister, opened his eyes up too,
and looked around. When I saw his eye color, I knew my speculations on what color his eyes would be
were correct. As soon as I saw* *Aurora**'s eyes, I figured that*
*Christian**'s would be the same color as Hermione's. I was wrong. They were just as
green as his sister's. Later, Ron and Luna came in to see their godchildren. Soon, it was just
the four of us again. I looked at my wife, my children and thought; life just doesn't get any
better.*


**Ain't nothin' better
We beat the odds together
I'm glad we didn't listen
Look at what we would be missin'**

*“Ok, hands clean?” Three-year-old* *Aurora* *showed me her hands.*

*“Yep.”*

*“Ok, let's stick our hands in and mix up this dough.” We were making Christmas cookies,
something I loved doing with my mother as a little girl. We stuck our hands in the dough, mixing in
the chocolate chips with our hands.* *The chips could've been mixed in with a spoon, but
let's face it, sticking your hands in is so much more fun.* *Aurora**'s bright
green eyes were filled with laughter as she squeezed the dough between her fingers. The girl was
covered from head to toe in flour, something I wasn't sure of how she accomplished. After
mixing dough for a while, the door opened and the love of my life, my husband, came in the door,
with* *the number two man in my life,* *Aurora**'s twin**, Christian,*
*following close behind.*

*As soon as* *Aurora* *saw her father she yelled,* *“Daddy!” She ran to him and
he scooped her up in his arms. Harry smiled.*

*“**Mmm, y**ou smell like cookies.”* *Naturally**, Harry was wearing
dark* *clothes* *so the flour on* *Aurora* *rubbed off on him and he had flour
on the front of his robes. He looked at the state of his robes and said teasingly,*
*“You've gotten me all floury,* *Rory**.”* *Aurora* *giggled.*

*“Sorry.”* *Christian* *had taken* *Aurora**'s chair by the dough and
was going to stick his hand in the dough to taste it.* *Aurora* *screeched,* *right
in her dad's ear,* *making Harry jerk his head back away from her, surprised by the sudden
noise.*

*“**Christian**! Get your dirty hands out of the cookies!”*

*“They're not dirty.”* *Aurora* *squirmed so Harry would let her down and once
he did, she ran over and* *roughly* *jerked her brother's hands out of the
dough.*

*“You have to wash your hands!”*

*“They're not dirty!”*

*“Yes they are, you have to wash your hands before you touch food with them!”*

*“Do not!'*

*“Do too!”*

*“Don't!”*

*“Do!”*

*“Don't!”*

*“Do!”*

*“Don't!”*

*“Do!”*

*“That's enough you two,” I said, stopping the argument. Of course,*
*Christian**, always having to get the last word in…*

*“Don't.”* *Aurora* *opened her mouth to argue, but I looked at them both
sternly.*

*“Stop it.”* *Christian* *finally gave in and went to the bathroom to wash his
hands. Harry came over and stood by me. I looked at his navy blue robes speckled with flour and
laughed, brushing him off. Harry grinned.*

*“You think this is funny, me covered in flour?” He said, trying to sound defensive. I
didn't answer, just tried to keep a laugh from coming out of my mouth. He grabbed my wrist and
grabbed a handful of flour in his other hand, still grinning.*

*“You think it's funny?”*

*“You wouldn't dare.” He flung the flour at me, and I screamed. I spit flour out of my
mouth and glared at him.*

*“Oh, you* didn't*.”* *I reached for a handful to get him back with, and flung
it at him. He had started a war. We were flinging flour at each other, being watched by our
children, when* *Aurora* *innocently threw a handful of flour at her brother, who
wouldn't take that lying down and flung flour at her. After using up most of the flour, we
stopped our wars. Harry tried to brush the flour off of my face, but it was useless, as his hands
were covered with flour. He laughed and tilted my head up with his hand underneath my chin and we
kissed a very floury kiss.* *Aurora* *and* *Christian* *watched us, making
grossed out faces, and went back to mixing the dough. I looked at my children and my husband and
think how much I would've missed if Harry had married Danielle.*

**They said, "I bet they'll never make it"
But just look at us holding on
We're still together still going strong**

*“Oh my God, Harry!” I turned* *and was surprised* *to see my ex-fiancé running
towards me. Danielle reached me and engulfed me in a hug. I politely hugged her back, but not
taking my eyes off of Hermione, who was standing there with an unreadable look on her face.*

*“So, how have you been?” Danielle said**, keeping her hand on my arm**.*

*“Been fine.”*

*“That's good, so how have things been going with you, with your job, and such? I read
about you every once in a while for catching dark wizards.”*

*“Yeah, things at work are going good. Well, as good as they can for an Auror.” Danielle
nodded.*

*“Good.” Hermione cleared her throat so I wouldn't forget her.*

*“Oh, Danielle you remember…” I had gone temporarily blank, I couldn't think of her name.
I guess it was from nervousness with my ex-fiancé meeting with my wife again. Hermione sighed and
gave me a hurt look.*

*“Hermione.” She stuck her hand out for Danielle to shake.*

*“Oh, right. I remember you. You remember me, right?”*

*“**Of course.**” Hermione said, trying to sound polite, but the coldness was
evident in her voice.*

*“So, what are you up to now, Hermione?”*

*“Nothing much, just busy with Auror business and* *Aurora* *and*
*Christian**.”*

*“**Aurora* *and* *Christian**?”*

*Deciding I should say something to show that I hadn't forgotten everything as soon as I
saw Danielle, I said,* *“Our children. They're* *going to be* *seven.”*

*“Oh! How sweet. Twins?” I nodded.*

*“Well congratulations.”*

*“Thank you.”*

*“Are you married?” Danielle said, looking from Hermione to me.*

*“Of course,” Hermione said, the coldness more evident.*

*“I'm just wondering, I didn't know.” It was an awkward silence.*

*“So, how are things with you, like marriage and stuff?” I said, trying to kill the awkward
silence.*

*“Well, I'm not married, nor have any kids, but I'm just busy with work right now so I
don't worry too much about it.” I nodded conversationally, and another awkward silence
followed. Then Danielle said something that should've put all thoughts that Hermione had that I
still had feelings for Danielle out of her head.*

*“You know, Harry, when you and I broke up, I figured that you'd probably end up with
Hermione. But, no offense, I didn't think it'd last long though. How long have you been
married?”*

*“Seven years.”*

*And if that wasn't enough, she went on, “And your kids are seven right?”*

*“Right.”*

*“Just out of curiosity, are they the reason why you're married?”*

*“Of course not. For your information, Danielle, we got engaged the day you and I broke up. I
proposed after I left you.” I enjoyed the look of shock on her face and let it sink in of how fast
I moved on from her.* *Deciding to leave the conversation, I said,* *“Well, we'd best
be going anyways, it was good to see you again, Danielle.”*

*“Yeah, goodbye, Harry. Hermione.” We left, and apparated home. That night, Hermione kept me
awake, although she didn't know it, by moving around next to me, not being able to sleep
herself. Finally, I got tired of it, after seeing her turn from her back onto her side facing the
wall.*

*“What's the matter, Hermione?”*

*“**Oh,* *I didn't know you were still awake.”*

*“**You've been keeping me awake**.”*

*“Oh, I'm sorry.”*

*“What's the matter?” She turned over to her other side so she was facing me.*

*“I was thinking.”*

*“Thinking. You've moved around so much because you were thinking?”*

*“No, more like worrying.”*

*“About what?”*

*“You.”*

*“What about me?” She sat up.*

*“Can you promise me something?” I sat up too, facing her.*

*“Anything.”*

*“Promise you'll never leave me.” I sighed and laid back down.*

*“Hermione…”*

*“I'm serious, Harry.”*

*“Whatever gave you the idea that I would leave you?”*

*“Danielle.”*

*“What makes you think that?”*

*“Today when we saw her, you were introducing me and couldn't even remember my name.
Don't think I didn't notice, because I did, and it hurt, Harry. It seemed as though when
you saw another woman you forgot that you were married and what your wife's name was.” I sighed
again, and beckoned her with my finger.*

*“Come here.” She laid back down, and I pulled her close to me, wrapping my arms around
her.*

*“You know that's not true. I would never leave you. I would rather die than cause you
that kind of pain. I couldn't live without you. I don't love Danielle or any other woman, I
love you, I always have, always will. She just…made me nervous.” Hermione still wasn't
convinced. I tried a different tactic.*

*“'Mione, you remember our wedding day, right? Seven years ago tomorrow?”*

*“Of course I do.”*

*“You remember our vows? How I promised to stay with you in sickness and health, for richer
and poorer, till* *death do us part**?” I emphasized the last four words, hoping that
would convince her. Luckily, it was enough to convince her.*

*“I took those very seriously, Hermione, I don't intend to break them.”*

*“I'm sorry* *to think* *you ever would.”*

*“I'll never leave you. You're stuck with me till the day we die.” Hermione laughed
and mock sighed.*

*“Well, I guess I'll just have to put up with you then.”*

*“Yep, sorry, you're gonna have to.” She sighed again, and we both laughed.* *And
then to seal the statement I made, I leaned in and gave her a long deep kiss.* **
** **You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night**

*“Another letter from Hogwarts.”*

*“What'd they do this time?”*

*“Hexing Slytherins again.” I could tell Harry had a hard time keeping his smile from
surfacing on his face. I knew that deep down he was proud of the way his children were such
troublemakers.*

*“I knew I'd rue the day that* *Christian* *and* *Aurora* *met Remus.
He's turning them into the next generation of Marauders.” Again, Harry was seen in battle with
the smile that tried to surface.*

*“Well, somebo**dy has to do* *it;* *he's the only* *one
left.”*

*“That's not the point, Harry.”*

*“Hermione, you can't keep them from causing trouble or breaking the rules. They're
Potters,* *it's in their blood**.”*

*“I swear our house is practically a second home for the school owls, they spend most of their
time here bringing letters from school telling us of all the mischief they cause.”*

*“**Are y**ou going to send them a howler?” I thought about it, and then reached my
decision.*

*“It won't do any good, they won't stop.”*

*“**And b**efore you say that they seem to be following in the Marauders footsteps,
or Fred and George's footsteps, you'll remember our rule breaking days.”*

*“I didn't break any rules,” I muttered, though I know I was lying. Harry laughed.*

*“Ok, Hermione,” he said sarcastically.*

*“I didn't.”*

*“Uh-huh, how about wandering around after hours to go visit Hagrid on many occasions? Or
being part of the D.A., sneaking down to the kitchens, just to name a few?”*

*“Ok, ok.”*

*“See,* *Christian* *and* *Aurora* *take after us.”*

*“**We weren't* this *bad.”*

*“I know, that would be the work of Remus and Fred and George.” Harry stood up.*

*“I'm going to bed, you coming?”*

*“I should take care of this. I have to do something about* *it;* *I can't just
let them think we accept this type of behavior.”*

*“Do it in the morning, before the post will arrive.” I got up, leaving the letter on the
table. We went upstairs, changed clothes and got into bed. Before turning off the light, Harry
leaned over and gave me a kiss and whispered,*

*“Good night.”*

** **You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night**

The song ended and more began, but Harry and Hermione went around and mingled with their
guests.

“Thank you for party,” Hermione said to Ginny. Ginny smiled and shook her head.

“It wasn't my idea. It was Aurora and Christian's.” Hermione looked over at her daughter
and motioned for her to come so she could give her a hug. She kissed her forehead.

“Thank you, Rory.”

“You're welcome.” Aurora went to go find her brother, hopefully not doing what she figured
he'd be doing, snogging his girlfriend, Julia. Thankfully, that's not where she found him.
He was talking to Remus; Remus was telling him a story about when the Marauders were in school,
Aurora and Christian's favorite topic for stories. Aurora joined in on listening to the story,
and soon Hermione was over there, a suspicious look on her face.

“What are you doing?”

The three of them, trying to look innocent, said at the same time, “Nothing.” She looked at them
all suspiciously.

“I'd better not get any letters informing me of the trouble you two have caused.”

“You won't,” Aurora said.

“Yeah, we'll just do better not to get caught this time,” Christian said. Hermione narrowed
her eyes sternly at her son, who tried to look innocent. Hermione walked away, thinking about how
Harry would handle this. He'd just let it go on. She didn't like it but hey, someone has to
break the monotony of schoolwork sometimes. She found Harry again, and they went out onto the dance
floor again. They danced and danced, happy for the fifteen years of happiness, joy, good times and
bad times, but most of all, love. At the end of the song, they smiled and kissed a long kiss like
the ones they shared when they were newlyweds. Even though they weren't newlyweds anymore, and
life had fallen into a routine, they still loved each other, and would always love each other. The
party went on long into the night, both Harry and Hermione glad to have made it this far, and ready
to last for the rest of their lives.

**I'm so glad we made it**

**Look how far we've come my baby.**

THE END

A/N: Hope you liked my sequel to I Wish. I'm sorry it took so long to post it; I honestly
had forgotten that I had mentioned a sequel. It was already written; I just needed to fix some
things before posting. I haven't forgotten At the Beginning With You! It's still in the
making! Anyways, hope you enjoyed!! Please review!!

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