Authors Notes: Ok- this is the last part of 'Harry's Album' however, as I mentioned somewhere, there is going to be a companion piece (I don't like 'sequels' it's an excuse for me not to write it). The companion piece is called 'Hermione's Box' and it should be up at some point over the next few days- we'll have to see what happens.
I hope you've all enjoyed reading this and will hopefully enjoy 'Hermione's Box'. A huge thank you to everyone who read and an even huger thank you to everyone who reviewed :D
Harry smiled remembering the way Hermione had thrown herself into the move- within 2 days Harry's entire flat was packed, aside from day-to-day living items. They moved in only a week after they first looked at it.
He turned the page in the album and sighed heavily. That ad was the last thing he had put into the album- and even that had been a quick thing before Hermione had packed it. And ever since that day the box had sat unopened. It had been two years since they had moved into the flat. He knew he had things to still put into it- he'd been hiding them in other boxes and couldn't wait to put them into the album.
The wall clocked chimed quietly and Harry saw the glint of the hands from the little light in the room. It was 5am. He had to be getting ready for work.
Slipping the album back into the box from where he got it, he stood up and stretched- he wasn't as young as he once was and sitting for two hours straight on their lounge was not the most advisable thing in the world- he vowed as he did every time he got up from the lounge to purchase a new one- he never got around to it.
'Before the baby,' he muttered, massaging his lower back. 'Definitely before the baby.'
'What before the baby?'
Harry jumped a mile high and with a racing heart found himself looking at Hermione, who had been seated on the stairs.
'You scared me,' he gasped, holding a hand over his heart. 'You'll give me a heart attack.'
'Sorry love.'
Harry stared at her for a moment, smiling slightly. All his reminiscing about the past had made him realise how much he was looking forward to the future. And his future was within her. Their child.
'How long were you sitting there?' He asked, climbing up the bottom two steps until he was level with her. She smiled impishly at him.
'Long enough,' she said, cupping his chin and kissing him very gently. 'Long enough to know why I love you.'
'That long, eh?' Harry joked and she lent her head on his chest.
'You know what I mean,' she said, ending the sentence with a rather large yawn. 'I'm so tired.'
'So am I,' Harry said as they made their way slowly back upstairs. 'But I've got to go to work.'
'Stay home?'
'I wish I could. I want nothing more right now than to go into that bedroom with you and spend the day lying with you in my arms.'
'Surely they won't miss you for one day,' she said, standing teasingly in the doorway. 'What sort of an employer would they be to not allow you to spend time with your poor pregnant wife who really needs you…'
'You've got me convinced,' he said as they entered their bedroom and crawled back under the covers of their bed. 'You'll have to cop Tonks' wrath, but.'
'Tonks I can handle. Harry coming home from work after next to no sleep I can't,' she joked, leaning into him and he wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
'Harry?' she whispered after a few moments silence.
'Yeah?' Harry managed to say. Nothing could put him to sleep faster than listening to Hermione's soft breathing and feeling her warm body lying up against his.
'I love you.'
'I love you too,' Harry replied, kissing the back of her head. 'And I always will.'