A/N: I know fics along these lines have been written before, but I just couldn't get this idea out of my head. There'll be a couple of chapters after this. Hope you like it.
Hermione Granger sat on the floor of her and Harry's new home. They had been living on opposite sides of London since they had left Hogwarts, and decided two months ago (after four months of dating, and one month of engagement) that they should share a flat.
Today was 'Moving In Day', and the couple had spent the last few hours attempting to sort through the surprisingly large amount of boxes. She was temporarily distracted, however, by a crash and loud cursing from the kitchen.
"Don't tell me you broke something already," Hermione called out in Harry's general direction.
"No," he called back, "I just stubbed my toe on a box!"
"And. . ."
"Well, I accidentally backed into stack of pans. . ."
Hermione sighed with an amused smile on her face, and turned back to her work.
Blankets, Books, Utensils, Books, Quidditch pads, Books. . .hold on, what's this?
"Harry?"
Instead of replying this time, her fiancé came out to the living room, a dish towel draped over his shoulder, and walked over to where she held a small green box in her hands.
"What's in this one?" she said, nodding down at the box, "I don't remember packing it."
He smiled and flopped down to sit next to her.
"They're my pictures," he said, taking the box out of her hands. He opened it on his lap, and Hermione leaned over to look as he flipped through the photos.
The first one showed both of them dancing at Charlie Weasley's wedding last year. . .
"Why did you drag me out here, Hermione?" Harry whinged as they spun around the dance floor, past hordes of celebrating Weasleys, "You know I can't dance!"
"Oh, you'll be fine," Hermione assured him, before he stepped on his own foot. "Well," she said, barely holding back laughter, "All you need is practice." She gave up the battle then, and started laughing out loud, pressing her face into his shoulder to muffle the sound. She looked up after she quieted to find her best friend staring at her, an odd look on his face.
"What?" she asked, a smile still on her face. Harry just looked down at her for a moment.
"It's just. . .you look nice tonight Hermione. I mean. . .well better than nice really, I just - " He was interrupted when Hermione pressed her lips to his cheek.
"You're adorable, Harry."
"And I still can't dance," Harry said as he moved that picture aside. Hermione's only response was to rest her head on his shoulder. They both laughed when they looked at the next picture.
"Come on Crookshanks, come on. . ." Hermione cooed to her pet cat, who was currently lying on a branch of a tree, quite happy with himself.
"Hermione, why don't you just use Wingardium Leviosa on the thing," drawled Ron, who was sitting under the shade of said tree with Harry. It was one week before they left Hogwarts for good, and the trio was taking advantage of the spectacular June weather.
"I told you already Ron, he's part magical, the spell won't work on him!" She looked down at the two boys.
"Why don't you two lift me up there?" she asked. Ron looked at her incredulously.
"Are you kidding?" he said, "I don't want a burnia!"
"It's a hernia, Ron," said Harry as he rolled his eyes and pushed himself to his feet, "And I doubt Hermione weighs that much." Ron sighed and got to his feet too.
"Stupid bloody cat," he muttered as both he and Harry interlocked their hands so Hermione could stand on them. She placed her left foot in Ron's hands, and her right in Harry's. They lifted her easily, and she reached her hands out for her pet.
"Come on Crookshanks, come over here. . ." But that cat didn't move, instead choosing to blink it's eyes lazily at the interruption.
"Can you hurry up a bit Hermione?" she heard Harry ask, sounding slightly strained. Ron snickered.
"Belt up, both of you," she snapped, "I've almost got him - "
"Hey, Hermione," came Ron's voice, "You know those platters at breakfast. . .everybody's supposed to have some of those." She kneed him in the head then, causing Harry to snicker. Just as she was contemplating getting down, Crookshanks stood up and started to walk slowly to her.
"That's it," she said cajolingly as she reached forward.
"Not too far Hermione!" Ron shouted, before she started swaying back and forth. A moment later she fell backwards, her fall broken by both of her best friends. Above them, Crookshanks jumped from the branch, landing safely on the ground and slinking away.
"Well that was bloody marvellous," muttered Harry. Hermione ignored him and turned over, pushing up from the ground.
FLASH!
"Wow, Hermione, I didn't know you were into this kind of thing," came an amused voice, "And with your two best friends, no less!"
Ginny Weasley stood a few yards away from them, holding a very familiar camera.
"Colin left his camera in the common room, thought I'd go give it to him," she said, a grin on her face. "Imagine the reaction he'll have when he sees what he missed!"
"Gin. . ." Ron said, a warning in his voice, as both he and Harry stood. Ginny just winked at him and took off, her brother in hot pursuit.
"Thank Merlin Ron got that camera back," said Hermione with a grin. "Who knows what kind of damage she could have done with that picture."
"Too true," Harry said as he went to the next picture. It was Hermione by herself, sitting cross-legged on a bench in Hogsmeade. Bags of shopping surrounded her as she looked at her watch and huffed impatiently.
"Where'd you get this from?" she asked, even though she already knew the answer.
Harry and Ron hurried down Hogsmeade's main street, their pockets full of sweets.
"So how long do you think Hermione's been waiting?" Ron asked, wincing, "20 minutes?"
"At least," Harry said as he finally saw her waiting on a bench for them. Across the street he also saw Colin Creevey, looking as usual, as if a camera had been surgically attached to his face. He was snapping pictures of everyone who walked down the street, and Harry saw as he paused and took a picture of Hermione, before moving onto his next victim.
"So, you borrowed that picture, hmm?" asked Hermione. Harry just nodded and blushed as he moved on.
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