"You should at least get the Advance Defense Against Dark Arts book" "I don't need a book. I've got you". Stuck in the in-between time of the summer, Harry and Hermione give in to their lust while holed up in Number 12.
Hermione isn't sure how to tell Harry that she's pregnant. Fluff ensues.
"Hermione walked slowly down the long hall to the ballroom. Swish of the fabrics, nervous flicks of her hair." What happens when you accidentally kiss your best friend?