Not Epilogue friendly. I have never been one to submit myself to journalism. I don’t do interviews. I don’t particularly read The Daily Prophet, but I do read. I blame that on my wife of 25 years. It’s also because of her that you’re reading this today. I, Harry James Potter, am writing this column myself. Forgive me if this doesn’t seem worldly enough for you, or if I don’t sound as eloquent at you expect me to be. That’s my wife’s job. Your job is to simply read.
There's always been a Mr. Right Now for Hermione Granger, but never a Mr. Forever. After a brilliant plan devised by one Draco Malfoy, Harry decides to show Hermione that her Mr. Forever has been right under her nose for all this time. The catch? He has twenty six weekends to do it.
They shouldn't love eachother. But they do. They hate hiding it from people. But they do. Only they know what it feels to love eachother and it only gets harder as the war goes on and sides are chosen.