Another morning in the Potter household.
Fluffy little piece in which Hermione swears off love and Harry takes issue.
He is twenty-six today.
It’s all terribly grown up.
Harry and Hermione get some groceries, get dressed up and get it on. Yes, they do. Though that's only implied. V. fluffy. Post-Hogwarts.
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. But then again these things never are.
She owns too many black dresses.