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Hermione woke up early on Monday morning. She knew that Harry had been dreaming, on more than one occasion, he had kicked her. She didn't mind, though, at least he was sleeping. "Morning." She croaked.

"Morning," Harry replied, they lay there for a few moments, both thinking about what would happen with Teddy.

"Are you nervous about today?" She finally asked.

"A bit," He confirmed.

Hermione didn't know what to say, she didn't want to presume everything would be okay. She didn't know what looking after an 8-month-old baby would be like. She knew it was important that Harry did help with his upbringing, Andromeda couldn't do it all on her own, she was in mourning like everyone else. Hermione looked at her watch, it was 10 o'clock, "we're normally eating by now, I wonder what's wrong."

"Maybe they're all hungover. How about we make breakfast for them? Mr and Mrs Weasley are always looking after us, we should look after them." Harry suggested.

"That would be a nice thing to do." Hermione smiled, "you're going to have to get up to do that." She joked before pulling the duvet off of both of them.

"Oi. It's freezing." Harry moaned.

"Get up, get dressed, get in the kitchen," Hermione ordered. She took the lead and got out of bed and found something to wear (a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and one of Harry's zip up hoodies). "Harry. Get up." Harry did what he was told, he pulled on some jeans and picked up a t-shirt. He started putting it on as he walked to the kitchen, "when did you start working out?" Hermione asked, blushing slightly.

"I have to keep up with my gorgeous girlfriend." Harry joked. Hermione giggled whilst looking for a pan to fry some eggs, sausage and bacon, they were rarely like this; they didn't like flaunting their relationship in front of other people so she always loved it when Harry called her gorgeous or beautiful. "Where do you want me, chef?"

"I think I can trust you with toast," Hermione said as she stood over the fire.

Harry looked around the room and couldn't see anything that resembled a toaster, "when we have our own house, I want a Muggle kitchen, their appliances are simpler." Harry laughed, coming to a red, metallic piece of machine. He decided that this was the toasting device, and if it wasn't, he would make it one.

"Our own house?" Hermione repeated.

"Yeah, after Hogwarts," He replied distantly. Hermione smiled to herself, she always wondered what would happen once school had finished. She had a fear that they would be staying in between her parent's and the Weasley's house for years. "I'll cook you breakfast every Sunday," Harry promised.

"Don't promise something you cannot keep." She laughed, "how's the toast?"

Harry stared at his bread, it wasn't toasting, it was boiling in water, "umm, yeah, good." He mumbled.

She rolled her eyes and placed some fresh bread in the toaster which was to the right of Harry, "maybe you should lay the table." She suggested, flipping the bacon and turning the sausages.

"I'll boil some eggs, I seem to be good at boiling things." He joked as he dropped a dozen eggs into the machine he had put the bread in.

Hermione looked in some cupboards for anything else they could have for breakfast and saw tins of baked beans, she smiled as she remembered having beans on toast with her father every morning before school when she was young. She opened the tin with her wand and poured the contents into a pot and placed it on the heat. "Everything is coming on nicely." She sang, at the same time as the toaster popped its first batch of toast. As Harry buttered them and put them in the toast rack, Hermione put four more pieces of bread in.

Twenty minutes later the kitchen smelt like it normally did. Hermione walked to the well of the stairs and, just like Mrs Weasley, called everyone down to breakfast. Ginny was the first one to show her face, she clambered down the stairs and was more than a little shocked to see only Harry and Hermione sitting at the table. "Did you two make this?" She asked curiously, "where's mum?"

"Your mum, dad, Ron, Aoife and George went to the pub last night," Harry informed, "we thought we'd do something nice and make breakfast for everyone."

Ginny smiled as she sat in her chair and placed a fried egg, a piece of toast and bacon on her plate. "My parents went to the pub? I'm glad I wasn't there to see them." She said, her face turning slightly green then red, "it would have been mortifying."

Aoife and Ron trudged down the stairs next, they were still in their pyjamas and looked rough, "morning!" Ginny cheered.

Neither of them said anything, their heads pounding from the previous night. They sat down slowly and piled their plates with food. Harry and Hermione looked at each other and laughed, "good night?" He asked them.

"No. Mum and dad were...hideous," Ron said clutching his head.

"What did they do?" Ginny asked, slightly afraid of the answer.

"They kept rubbing Aoife's stomach, singing that it would one day house a new Weasley."

"Well...at least they like her." Hermione pointed out.

"That wasn't the worst thing," Ron said, "let's just say, they are very physical when drunk." Ginny put her face in her hands and shook her head.

The rest of the table stayed silent, they didn't want to carry on this subject of conversation. "Hi, everyone!" George cheered as he entered the kitchen, "that's the last time we take mum and dad to the pub." He said. "At least I'm my own boss, can't be late for work." He smiled as he put some food on his plate.

"You must be really busy this time of year," Hermione said, "how do you cope now you've got a shop at Hogsmeade?"

"Second busiest time of the year after April Fools," George confirmed he stabbed a sausage with a folk, "I've hired a manager for the Hogsmeade site and I have a couple of employees in each shop. Ron, Aoife, do you want to help me today?" He asked.

"I'd love to." Aoife smiled, "Aengus loves you shop, he'll be so jealous."

"Do I have to?" Ron moaned, "my head is pounding from last night."

"Take a pill," Aoife said, "I have some in my trunk, your headache will be gone in seconds."

So Ron, George and Aoife all ate as much as they could and then went back upstairs to get changed for their day of work. "George, do you happen to know where Andromeda Tonks lives?" Hermione asked when he returned in his uniform.

"Yeah, we go there frequently to see Teddy," George replied.

"Could you take us there? Only, Mrs Weasley said she would take us there for 11, but we don't want to bother her."

"Course." He smiled.


They all walked outside and, with Hermione and Harry holding onto George's arms, they were taken to Andromeda's house. It was a lovely cottage in the middle of a forest. "We had to move here, what with Nymphadora marrying Remus, we felt it would be safer out here for him," She informed Harry and Hermione when they walked through the front door, "I just can't seem to bring myself to move out now. This is Teddy's home." She smiled, but her eyes lacked a twinkle Hermione was sure used to exist. "I'm so glad you decided to come, Harry. It's important Teddy has strong connections with his parents. Would you mind if I left you two alone with him? Only I could really do with going to the shops and grabbing a few bits and bobs. He's having a nap right now, he's just gone down. Give him at least 20 minutes."

"Of course not, Mrs Tonks. Don't rush back, we'd be happy to look after Teddy." Harry smiled, looking around at all the photographs in her living room. His heart dropped slightly when he noticed a picture of Andromeda with her cousin: Sirius. They looked so happy, it was an old picture, but they were laughing and smiling together. A lead pipe seemed to have fallen into the pit of his stomach and he wished he could be far away from here.

"Please, call me Andromeda. After all, we are family." She smiled, "I'll be back later in the evening then, thank you so much." She put on her coat, grabbed her handbag and left the house.

"Please tell me you have some knowledge of how to look after an 8-month-old?" Harry asked Hermione.

"I've never thought to read a book on it," Hermione said, "it'll be fine. He's asleep now, I say we wake him up in a bit and give him some food." She suggested. So they sat down on the sofa for a bit, watching the clock which was on the opposite wall, it was ten to 12 when Hermione finally said something, "this is a nice house, isn't it?" Harry nodded his head in agreement, staring at the photo of Sirius. He missed him, missed him more than he cared to admit. Some days he was fine, some days when he didn't think about him, he was fine. But others, Sirius was all that was on his mind. "It's okay to feel sad, Harry. It's not a sin." Hermione whispered, "but he is always with you. Like Lupin, like your parents." She squeezed his arm and stood up. "Do you want to get him or make his lunch?"

"I'll make his lunch. Andromeda told me she had bought some formula which he loves." Harry smiled, finally taking his eyes off the picture. "I'll see if there's anything else we can give him and for us, too. I'm getting slightly hungry." He added.

"Okay, I'll go and find his room then." Hermione smiled. She exited the room and walked up to the second floor. One of the doors up there was ajar slightly with a quiet lullaby playing within. She crept over to the door and peered in. A candle was dimly lit on a shelf just above the cot. She walked over to it and saw the blondest boy she had ever seen fast asleep. She looked at him for a few minutes, smiling, before waking him up. "Rise and shine, Teddy. Time for lunch." She whispered, not wanting to startle him. His eyes started to flutter and Hermione was sure he started to grin slightly. "We've got you a yummy meal ready." She hoped Harry was finding something nice for him to eat. His eyes opened to reveal the deepest brown eyes and he started to babble. Hermione started to laugh, "hello. Are you hungry?" She asked, knowing full well he wouldn't answer. He rolled over onto his stomach and pulled himself up using the top of the cot. He looked at Hermione and gave her the biggest of grins showing her a couple of white teeth. Hermione bent down and lifted him out of his bed. He was wearing a pale green baby grow, but Hermione noticed a blue and white stripy shirt and a pair of denim dungarees which she decided to dress him in. She held him on her hip, supporting him underneath with her arm. "Let's go and find Harry," she smiled. As he chewed her hair, his own changed to a light brown. Hermione smiled as she thought of Tonks.


Harry walked into the kitchen as Hermione went to fetch Teddy. It was a small but functional kitchen. The walls were lemon yellow and the wood floorboards from the living room carried on through. He found some fruit and yoghurt in the fridge and a beaker on top of a tub of formula. He liked Andromeda's house, you wouldn't be able to tell she was a witch as it had very Muggle furniture. He picked up the tub and read the instructions on the side about 10 times, he didn't want to get this wrong. He put the required amount of water in the kettle and waited for it to boil. Once the kettle had clicked off, he poured the right amount into the beaker, his hand shaking slightly, he would be seeing his godson for the first time any time now. As he waited for the water to cool down before he put the powder in, he mashed up a banana and an avocado into a bowl. "Here he is." Hermione cheered when they found Harry and the food.

"Hello, little man." Harry smiled, he took Teddy off of Hermione and started to bounce him up and down. Hermione looked at him and smiled to herself, he was going to be a wonderful father. "Let's get you some food." Teddy started laughing away at Harry, his brown hair had changed to copy Harry's. He now had jet black hair and vivid green eyes.

"He's perfect," Hermione smiled. Harry placed him in his highchair and, after making sure it had cooled down enough, gave him his beaker of formula. He drank it all in a matter of minutes and as he did, his hair went through the all the colours of the rainbow, from red to purple. Once all the liquid in the beaker had gone, he chucked it at Harry and giggled.

"Still hungry?" Harry said, laughing and rubbing his arm where he was hit. He put the bowl of mashed banana and avocado and a spoon in front of Teddy and he chuckled at it. He picked up the spoon limply before throwing it and eating it with his fingers. "Messy pup." Harry laughed. Teddy giggled at him as he tucked into his banana and avocado. Harry walked over to Hermione and pulled her into a hug, his hands underneath her zip up hoodie. She stood on his toes as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "You will never know how much in love with you I am," Harry whispered.

She leaned back to look at him, "what's all this about?" He responded with a gentle kiss.


After lunch, Harry and Hermione had decided to take Teddy on a walk in the forest that surrounded them. Harry had started off holding him, but he had struggled so they found a nice soft mossy part of the forest to let him explore on his hands and knees. He rolled around, laughing whilst Harry and Hermione found a tree stump to sit on. "You're a natural with him." Hermione smiled as she watched Teddy crawled after a butterfly.

"So are you." They sat there in silence, both thinking about any future children they might go on to have.

Teddy crawled over to Hermione and reached his hands out to her, Hermione smiled and held out the bottle of water she had brought with her. He giggled as he took it from her and as he carefully drank from it, his hair turned to an aqua colour. "He's so intelligent." Hermione admired as he handed the bottle back to her.

"He's parents would be so proud." Harry smiled sadly.

"They are proud." Hermione corrected.


After a further three hours of chatting and playing with Teddy, Harry decided it was probably time to go back to the house and give Teddy his dinner. Hermione carefully cooked some pasta, making sure it was soft enough and mashed up some potato, "I know it doesn't really go together, but I'm not sure what else to give him."

"It's perfect," Harry smiled from behind her. Teddy tucked into it with his fingers and giggled at every opportunity. By the time Andromeda returned home, Harry and Hermione had bathed, sang and read to Teddy until he was fast asleep.

"You two are a natural." Andromeda cheered as she came back downstairs from checking on him. "Thank you for looking after him, I didn't mean to throw you in at the deep end."

"It was our pleasure," Hermione smiled, "he's so well behaved."

Andromeda beamed at her, taking it how Hermione wanted her to, a complement. "When do you want to come and see him again?"

"Whenever is best for you, I want to have a big part of his upbringing, but being at Hogwarts makes that a bit harder."

"I'm sure we can come up with a solution to that. Pop by whenever you like."

"Thanks, Andromeda." They both said.

*

"You should have seen Harry with Teddy, it made my heart melt," Hermione told Aoife that evening. They were sitting on the sofa in Harry and Hermione's room.

"Ohh is someone getting broody?" Aoife laughed.

"No," Hermione blushed.

"Is there going to be a Potter baby coming soon?" Aoife joked. She couldn't stop laughing, even when Harry came in.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, she's just being silly," Hermione gave her a quick look.

"Right, well, Ron and I are going down to the pub and we wondered whether you two wanted to come too? We can get something to eat down there."

"Sounds great," Aoife exclaimed, "Hermione?"

"Yeah, I'll come too." She smiled, wanted nothing more than sleep.


They arrived at the quaint pub, it was quite a small room with one lit fire that warmed the entire building. It wasn't too empty or too busy - it was perfect. The five of them, Ginny decided she wanted to come too, found a table in the corner near the fireplace. "This is lovely." Hermione smiled as she looked around.

"I'm just glad mum and dad didn't come this time," Ron said, "you're so lucky you weren't here," he said staring at his sister, "you would have wanted to poke your eyes out and cut your ears off."

"Don't. I could do without imagining them again." Ginny scoffed.

"They weren't that bad, Ron. Anyway, forget about them now." Aoife ordered.

Ron's cheek went slightly red, "sorry. Who wants a drink?" He asked. Everyone around him nodded so Harry offered to help him with them all.

"You two are so lucky," Ginny whined aloud.

"We are?" Hermione asked as she looked at Aoife bemused.

"Yeah, you have someone who would do anything and everything for you." She put her chin in are hand and looked longingly at Harry.

Hermione, who noticed this felt a twang of guilt in the pit of her stomach. "You'll find him one day, Ginny. I promise you." She tried to smile, an empty smile. "Anyway, it's not the most important thing in the world, you don't need a man to make you complete."

"Too true. Ginny, you shouldn't worry. I'm sure Aengus will see sense soon." She teased.

"With all due respect, Fe, you were pining over Hermione and Harry for months."

All Hermione could do was nod and laugh at this, "do you want to know a secret?" Aoife whispered.

"What?" The other two replied, leaning closer to her in the process.

"The reason I wanted a relationship like you two," she whispered looking at Hermione, "is because I used to have a massive crush on Harry."

Simultaneously, Hermione and Ginny gasped, Hermione turned pink whilst Ginny started laughing, "who hasn't had a crush on him?" She said in between giggles.

"It wasn't when I knew him, it was before. When we were in Ireland. It was just the stories I heard of him from dad, he was a hero. I don't now." She added, wanted to make perfectly sure to Hermione that she wasn't out to get him.

"And now you're with his best friend." Ginny laughed even louder, "and you're friends with his girlfriend. Bet you never thought that would happen."

"Never in a million years," Aoife confirmed, looking nervously at Hermione.

"Don't look so nervous, why would I be angry?" Hermione smiled.

"Yeah, she shouldn't be angry - she has the hero of our generation."

"Who has the hero of our generation?" Ron asked, carrying a tray of drinks for them all.

"Hermione," Ginny said, taking one of the drinks from the tray.

"Don't let him hear you calling him a hero." Ron joked, walking back over to help Harry with the food. "We ordered burgers for everyone," He told them when we walked back with two plates.

"Delicious." Aoife beamed at him, taking one of the plates off him.

"Let the feast begin!" Harry called out when he put all the food on the table. "Tuck in," he smiled.


Once the conversation had seemed to dry up, some time later, everyone wondered what they could do to pass the time, "I know what we can play, never have I ever." Aoife suggested.

"What's that?" Ron asked, asking the question everyone else wanted to.

"You've never played it?" She gasped, staring at everyone in amazement. "We always used to play it with our cousins at Christmas. We each have three lives, and one by one we say something we've never done; for example, never have I ever ridden a camel, and if you have, you lose a life. So you aim to say something you've never done that you know someone has. Does that make sense?"

"Sounds easy." Ginny smiled.

"Let's play then," Ron said, "Ginny, you start."

Ginny thought for a while of something, "never have I ever punched Malfoy." She said with a small smirk on her face looking at Hermione.

"I don't even care, he deserved it." She laughed.

"Okay, so Hermione loses a life and now it's her turn," Aoife informed.

"Never have I ever played in a Quidditch match."

Ron, Harry and Ginny all groaned, "that's not fair." Ron whined.

"Nice one," Aoife smiled, "Harry, you turn."

"Never have I ever kissed Lavender Brown," Harry said, staring directly at Ron.

"You want to play it like that?" Ron smirked, "never have I ever kissed Cho Chang."

Aoife started to laugh, "so, both Ron and Harry have one life left and it's my turn."

"Come on Aoife, make sure I win." Ron smiled at her.

Aoife nodded, "sorry, Harry. Never have I ever kissed Hermione." Aoife looked around smugly whilst Ron and Hermione flashed a look at one another. "What was that?" She said sternly, glaring at Ron and Hermione in turn.

"Nothing," Hermione whispered, taking her gaze off of Ron and onto her half eaten burger.

"No, it was something," Aoife said, "Ron, have you lost a life or not?"

"I think we should stop this game now. Maybe we should think about heading home?" Ginny suggested. "You won, Aoife. You still have all three lives." She smiled, trying to get the tension to lift.

"Shut up, Ginny." Aoife spat, "Ron, have you lost a life?"

Ron looked carefully at Hermione who shook her head subtly, "does it matter?" Ron asked.

"Yes," Harry mumbled, "yes, it does matter," He said, his face pale.

"Yes, he has lost a life," Hermione whispered, "but Harry, it was ages ago. I promise." She added.

He looked as though he was about to say something, argue, but he decided against it. He decided to leave the pub and walked into the night.

"Harry! Let me explain!" Hermione called out as she ran out after him.

"What is there to explain? You've kissed Ron, my best friend." Harry called back as he marched up the path.

"Yes, before," Hermione said, "please, it was before us."

"How long before?" Harry said, turning around to face her.

"Harry-" she began to say quietly.

"How long before, Hermione? When did you kiss?"

"After we destroyed the Horcrux," She whispered, walked towards him.

"The Horcrux in the Chamber of Secrets?!" He shouted back at her. "When was that? A couple of hours before?"

"Harry, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was going to happen. It was unexpected and spontaneous."

"Like our kiss?"

"No, Harry, our kiss meant so much more to me." Her eyes were beginning to cloud over. The wind was blowing softly, ruffling their hair.

"You promised it was ages ago," Harry stuttered, "what if we hadn't kissed, would you be with him now?"

"There's no point asking that because we did and we're together."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Harry asked, "when it happened. Why didn't you tell me, Hermione?"

"I don't know." She hung her head, "because you were ill after because I knew it meant nothing and I didn't want to upset you."

"That worked brilliantly, didn't it?" He spat, "can I ask you one more thing? Why were you so upset when Ron left?"

"What? Why do you think? Because he's my friend and I missed him."

"Were you relieved or confused when I kissed you? Or was it the kisses which lead you to decide? Did you chose me because I'm better at it than Ron?"

"Don't say things like that, Harry!" Hermione cried, "I've done nothing wrong."

"Done nothing wrong? You hid something from me! You continued to look me in the eye. He's my best friend, Hermione."

"I know that, but there's nothing to worry about. Ron and I are just friends. It meant nothing to me." Hermione pleaded.

"I was alright with Aengus, I understood. But this is different, this is Ron."

"What are you saying? You can't break up with me over this. It meant nothing." Tears rolling down her face.

"You didn't tell me and you wanted to hide it from me tonight, I saw you trying to get Ron to make something up. Today was amazing, looking after Teddy with you made me think about our future. But the Hermione in that future hadn't kissed Ron hours before we got together."

"Before," Hermione repeated, unable to say anything else.

"I thought those months in the tent we spent alone made you feel like I did. But it couldn't have done if you kissed him."

"It was the heat of the moment, we didn't know if we were going to survive."

"And the one thing you needed to do before you died was kiss him? You couldn't die knowing that that was something you hadn't done?"

"You're blowing this out of proportion. That's not what I meant, I can't explain it. It just happened."

"Maybe I am, but I need to be alone," He said before turning around and marching up the hill.

Hermione watched as he walked away from her, watched him leave her alone. She quickly turned on the spot and disappeared from sight.

*

Why did he care this much? Why did this piece of pointless information affect him this much? He picked up a stone and chucked it at a tree. He had no idea where he was going, it was dark and he didn't know the village very well. He walked higher and higher up until was at the top of the hill. He sat down on the damp grass and looked down at the valley below.

He started aimlessly picking at the grass as the day's events ran through his mind. The image of the future he had which formed as a result of Hermione and Teddy had seemed to shatter. He kept thinking of Ron and Hermione together, laughing at him for being so blind.

Ron had always been a source of jealousy for Harry. Ron had the things he wanted; parents, siblings and a childhood and now Hermione too. He never thought he would have to compete with Ron over her. "Mind if I sit next to you?"

"Go ahead," He replied, not looking up.

"Are you really going to throw this all away, Hermione away, over one stupid kiss?"

"You don't understand, Ginny." He said looking at her chocolate brown eyes, "it's what it represents."

"What it represents?" Ginny asked quietly.

"I thought we felt the same about each other."

"She loves you," She confirmed.

"She told me it was because they didn't know if they were going to live. Sounds to me as though she's been wanting to do it for ages and that was the right moment." Harry said, pulling up a vast amount of grass away from its home.

"Sounds to me that she was desperate to have something, someone in her death. She didn't want to die alone." Ginny croaked as she looked up at the sky. "You need to take a step back and think about it. They've moved on, maybe you have to too. Think about what you would be losing. Hermione Granger, the girl you've loved since you were eleven. No one can even come close to her in your eyes, she's the very best there is, Harry, don't chuck this away over one stupid thing." She said before standing up and walking back home.

*

Hermione walked through the door and to her relief, was greeted by the person she was looking for. "Curly? What are you doing here? I thought you were staying with Ron." Aengus was sat on the sofa with his brother and sister.

"I needed to talk to you." She gasped, trying to catch her breath from the run.

"Come on, Aisling. I think it's time for bed." Ardal said as he took his sister's hand. "See you tomorrow," He said before leaving the Common Room.

"What's wrong?" Aengus asked when they were alone.

"Everything's gone wrong." Hermione cried, tears pouring out of her eyes.

"What do you mean? Come here." He said, signalling her to sit next to him.

"Harry found out about Ron and me. It's not like anything really happened, but he hates me."

"Slow down, Curly. Start from the beginning, what about Ron and you?"

"We kissed, at the battle. Just before it ended. It was in the heat of the moment, it meant nothing to either of us, but he can't seem to see that."

"Was this before you and Harry got together?" Aengus asked.

"Yes, but not long before. But-"

"It didn't mean anything," Aengus said, "it must just have taken him by surprise and he hasn't handled it very well. He'll get over it. You just need to speak to him." He smiled, his Irish charm pouring out of him.

"That's the thing, Aengus. I came here to talk to you instead of going off to find him. What does that tell you?"

"It tells me that you're confused and needed someone to talk to. Go and talk to him, sort it out." He whispered.

"I needed to talk to you, it could have been Ginny, but it was you." She cried, tears rolling down her cheeks as she suddenly realised.

"Talk to Harry, Curly. This will all blow over..."

"I want to talk to you."

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