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Normally Ethan enjoyed a stakeout- especially one where he was with his father. But all he wanted to do right now was go home and see his wife and daughters. He was hoping their suspect would hurry and come to the bank they were waiting by so they could bring him in.
Their suspect had been setting up Muggle investors over the past year. He had stolen millions of pounds from the investors and had set up thousands of accounts in Wizarding banks all over the world.
Harry looked at his watch. "His appointment here is half past five," he said. "So he should be by anytime now."
Ethan nodded. He scanned the adjacent buildings and caught sight of a posh restaurant. Maybe when they were through here, he'd stop in and grab something to bring home.
Harry followed his son's glance. "I'm hungry too," he said.
"Why didn't we think to bring something to eat?" Ethan asked.
"I guess it would seem a bit too out of place," Harry said. "With all these pubs around, who would sit out here and eat something?"
"True," Ethan said. Ethan reached into his pocket. "I was going to show you this earlier. It's a photo we took yesterday of Kiera and Gwyn with Maddie..."
Harry grinned as the photographic Kiera waved to him.
"I know I'm biased," Ethan said proudly. "But, they're gorgeous, aren't they?"
"They sure are," Harry agreed.
"Blue would have been in the picture, but he was sleeping," Ethan said with a grin. "Kiera told him he had to kip."
Harry laughed. "She's turning into Maddie, isn't she?"
"Absolutely," Ethan grinned. "Maddie wanted me to give that photo to you and Mum."
"Your mother will love it," Harry said.
"How is Mum?" Ethan asked. "I haven't seen her in awhile? She okay with the empty nest?"
"She's dealing with it," Harry replied.
Ethan nudged his father. "How about you? You miss the brat and her little dog, too?"
"Not the dog so much," Harry replied.
Ethan laughed. "But your baby girl...."
"Of course I miss Saffy," Harry said. "But now she's got her own to take care of."
"She's a mum," Ethan said shaking his head. "I can't believe it."
"I can't either," Harry admitted.
"She's still ickle Saffy to me," Ethan said.
"She's always be my baby girl," Harry said.
"Just like those two will always be mine," Ethan said motioning to the photograph in Harry's hands.
Harry was about to say something else when he stood up straighter.
"What?" Ethan asked. "Do you see him?"
Harry squinted. "That's... Hermione."
Ethan followed his father's gaze. "That can't be Mum..."
The woman in question was coming towards them on the other side of the pavement. She wore a long beige coat and a knitted hat on her head.
Harry knew his wife and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that this woman was Hermione.
"But..." Ethan was confused. "What's she doing out here?"
Harry did not know the answer to that one. The last he'd heard, his wife was working late at the Ministry.
"Dad," Ethan nudged him as another figure came up behind his mother. They began to talk and Hermione started laughing.
Harry was speechless as he saw that the other person was a man. A man who seemed to know his wife quite well.
They talked for a few minutes before Hermione followed the man into the restaurant that was there.
Ethan turned to look at his father. "Dad, come on. I'm sure it's nothing. Maybe he's a colleague..."
"I know everyone that works up at the level she's at," Harry replied tightly. "I don't know that person."
Ethan laughed.
"Dad, Mum would never, ever see another man. You know that."
"Yes but--" Harry began.
Harry saw through the glass window where his wife and the man were seated at a table.
"Dad maybe it's a wizard from another country and they wanted to have a meeting in a place where they wouldn't be bothered," Ethan pointed out.
Inside the restaurant, Hermione was looking at her menu. The cooking class she'd taken these last few months had been such a great release for her. Here, she could be herself and not worry about messing up or making a fool out of herself. And she was becoming a better cook. She couldn't wait to impress Harry with her new talent.
Tonight, their teacher had decided to take them for an elegant meal at a restaurant owned by one of her friends. After the meal, they were going to tour the kitchen.
"I think I'm going to splurge a bit," Hermione said. "Everything here looks good."
Her dinner companion nodded. "I have to agree. In fact, I think I'll take Stacey here some night."
Hermione smiled. "Your fiancée is going to love this place, Joe. And she'll love that you took this class."
"I hope so," Joe replied. "I've really learned a lot."
"Me too," Hermione agreed.
"And except for a few times in class, I've done really well," Joe said. "Stace will be so surprised."
Hermione reached across the table and gave his arm a reassuring squeeze.
"What the hell," Harry said, unable to stop watching his wife through the window.
"Dad---" Ethan grabbed his arm. "Come on---"
"Ethan I want to know what is going on," Harry said.
"But look," Ethan hissed. Their suspect was just making his way to the bank.
"Damn it!" Harry grumbled.
"Come on," Ethan said, leaning back.
"Fine," Harry replied tersely. He and Ethan got out of the car and headed into the bank.
"Dad," Ethan said once they were inside. "Keep your mind on this. You're getting jealous over nothing."
Harry wondered if he was. His wife was hiding something from him. Every Monday evening, she arrived late and she had a flush to her cheeks. He had thought it was harmless, but now given what he'd just seen, he wasn't so sure.
"Dad," Ethan poked him hard. "It's time."
Harry nodded. "Right."
His mind was not at all on the arrest they made- even though it pleased Remus Lupin to no end they'd finally brought this case to an end.
"Good work," Lupin said clapping Harry and Ethan on the back. "Father and son--you always have made a great team."
"Yeah," Harry muttered. "Just great."
"Dad's just a little distracted," Ethan told Lupin.
"Is everything okay?" Lupin asked Harry.
"Dad thinks Mum's on a date," Ethan said.
"That's ridiculous," Lupin told Harry.
"That's what I tried to tell him," Ethan said.
"You didn't see what I saw," Harry told Lupin.
"No," Lupin said thoughtfully. "But, I do know your wife."
"She's MY wife," Harry said, growing angry.
"And you think she's seeing someone else based on spotting her at a restaurant?" Lupin asked. "Harry, she's the Minister. She meets with people everyday."
"Dad I was there too," Ethan pointed out. "And I'm sure it was nothing."
"I'm going home," Harry announced.
"Where I'm sure you'll find out everything's fine," Lupin told him. "Regardless... good job today. I'll see you in the morning."
"Good night," Harry said distractedly.
Ethan shook his head. He bade his supervisor and father goodbye and hurriedly headed home to see his family.
"Daddy!" Kiera squealed toddling into the room and holding her hands out.
"Hey you!" Ethan scooped her up. "How's Daddy's girl?"
"Buh singed for me," Kiera told him.
Ethan smiled. "Blue sang for you?"
Kiera nodded. "And ba-by."
"Have you been helping Mummy with Gwyn?" Ethan asked.
"Come see," Kiera said.
"You know, you're turning into quite the chatterbox," Ethan told his daughter.
Kiera giggled as Ethan carried her into the nursery. Maddie was leaning over the crib while Blue flew over humming a song.
Maddie grinned. "Come and see the look on her face, Ethan. She loves it."
Ethan joined his wife and smiled when he saw the newborn gazing up at them.
"Go, Buh!" Kiera clapped her hands together.
Blue flipped around in the air happily.
Maddie grinned. "She cried when he stopped."
"Looks like the little guy has yet another fan," Ethan replied.
Maddie nodded and kissed him on the cheek. "How was your day? You're home early so the stakeout must have gone well?"
"Yeah we nabbed our guy," Ethan nodded.
Maddie smiled. "That's great. We had a good day, too. I took the girls over to see Saffy and Ellie."
"Oh yeah?" Ethan asked interestedly.
Maddie nodded. "Gwyn and Ellie hit it off immediately."
"I'm sure they have a lot in common," Ethan joked.
"They do," Maddie said laughing. "Dirty nappies at the top of the list, of course."
"Always a great conversation starter," Ethan said. "Dad and I saw something... interesting... when we were on the stakeout." he told her about seeing Hermione at the restaurant.
"I'm sure it's harmless," Maddie said.
"That's what I tried to tell him," Ethan said.
"He didn't want to believe you?" Maddie asked.
"I'm not sure," Ethan looked at her. "I mean... why would my mother even think of cheating on my dad? I think it's pretty ridiculous."
"I do too," Maddie said. "Your parents have one of the most solid marriages in the world. There's no way either of them would ever do that to each other."
"Exactly," Ethan replied, shifting Kiera to his other hip.
Maddie smiled. "I made some soup for dinner."
"I was going to stop and pick something up," Ethan said. "But then we nabbed the guy, so..."
"No worries," Maddie said. "Come on, we'll go and have dinner. Right, Kiera?"
"Eat," Kiera nodded.
"That's my girl," Maddie said happily.
At the Minister's mansion, Harry was waiting for his wife's return. He'd seen her over three hours ago at the restaurant and she still wasn't home.
He paced back and forth across the sitting room. He wanted to talk to her as soon as she came through the fireplace.
It was just gone ten when his wife appeared. She was wearing the coat and hat he'd seen her in earlier.
"Harry, you startled me!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Sorry," Harry said, his tone edged.
"It's okay," Hermione said, taking off her coat. She moved to kiss him hello.
"Why are you wearing that stuff?" Harry asked, turning away.
"What stuff?" Hermione asked setting her coat and bag down.
"That hat," Harry replied. "And the coat?"
"I had a meeting," Hermione lied.
"What kind of meeting?" Harry asked.
Hermione took off her hat. "Just a meeting and I'm knackered."
"Who was it with?" Harry pressed.
"Mary Middleton with the Muggle Ministry," Hermione replied.
"I see," Harry replied evenly. "Where did you have this meeting?"
Hermione wondered why he had so many questions. "In her office, why?"
Harry just stared at her for a few long moments.
"How about you?" Hermione asked. "How was the stakeout?"
"We got our guy," Harry crossed his arms. "Did you get yours?"
"I beg your pardon?" Hermione asked.
"I asked if you got your guy," Harry said. "You know, the one you looked so cosy with in the restaurant?"
"Harry---" Hermione started to say.
"I was right across the street with Ethan," Harry said. "Watching you."
"You were spying on me?" Hermione asked, folding her arms.
"I was on a stakeout and Ethan and I saw you with that bloke," Harry said sharply.
"You have it all wrong," Hermione told him.
"Then explain it to me," Harry demanded.
Hermione sighed. "I didn't want you to find out like this."
Harry's jaw dropped.
"You see, for quite some time, I've felt like I needed something," Hermione explained. "That I was missing something."
"That's really great, Hermione," Harry said sarcastically.
"Hang on---you---you think I've been seeing someone behind your back?" Hermione asked him. "You have got to be kidding me!"
"Well you've been gone every Monday night since August--" Harry began.
"And automatically you assume I'm having an affair?" Hermione asked.
"I saw you meeting a bloke outside a diner- with you wearing Muggle clothing like a disguise. What was I supposed to think?" Harry asked.
"Well, obviously not to assume the worst about me!" Hermione retorted. "I'm your wife and I think after all these years, you'd trust me!"
"I do," Harry snapped. "That's why I haven't asked what you've been up to until today!"
Hermione put her head in her hands. "As I was saying, I didn't want you to find out like this. For the past few months, I have been keeping something from you."
"What?" he asked.
"I've been taking a cooking class at the recreational centre in Surrey," Hermione told him. "I haven't had so much fun in ages, Harry. They don't know who I am there---they think I'm just Hermione Potter, a regular woman. I'm just---me."
Harry stared at her. "You're taking a cooking class?"
Hermione walked over to her bag and pulled out the textbook for her course. She handed it to him.
"You're taking a cooking class?" he asked again.
Hermione nodded. "Since August. The biscuits I've brought home...the chicken parmesan I brought home last week that you loved so much? It wasn't from a restaurant. I made it. Well, Priscilla, Joe and I made it together. They're in the class, too."
"You MADE that?" Harry asked in disbelief.
Hermione nodded. "Yes."
"Why didn't you just tell me?" Harry asked.
"Because I wanted to surprise you!" Hermione replied in exasperation.
Harry looked properly shamed. "Oh..."
"The class is over in two weeks," Hermione said. "We were all going to surprise our family and friends with a dinner that we'd all prepared."
"I'm sorry," Harry apologised. "Hermione... I'm an ass."
"You are a big ass," Hermione said. "And for your information, the man you saw me sitting with is Joe. He's engaged to a woman that he too was going to surprise with his new culinary skills."
Harry sat down on the sofa and ran his hands though his messy hair.
"From the moment I met you, I knew there was never going to be anyone else for me," Hermione said sitting down beside him. "I thought you knew that, Harry."
"I do," Harry said. "I just didn't know what else to think..."
Hermione put her hand on his knee. "I love you and only you, you big goof."
Harry smiled crookedly at her. "Forgive this big stupid prat?"
Hermione hugged him. "If you act surprised at the dinner in two weeks."
"I can do that," Harry held her tightly.
Hermione smiled. "You really liked the chicken parmesan, didn't you?"
"It was fantastic," Harry replied.
"I'm still learning," Hermione said. "But, it's been so much fun to tackle something new."
Harry smiled at her. "You always did love to learn."
"It's not just that," Hermione said. "It's the anonymity of it, too."
"Sometimes it's nice not to be recognised," Harry agreed.
"We know that more than most, don't we?" Hermione asked, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Yes we do," Harry kissed the top of her head. "But I love you no matter what."
"I love you too," Hermione said. "Are you hungry? I could actually make you something now."
"Like what?" he asked.
"Well, the instructor says I made the best lemon chicken," Hermione replied.
Harry was surprised. "You cooked something the best out of everyone?"
Hermione swatted at him. "Yes, I did and before you ask, I didn't cast any spells to make them think that, either!"
"I didn't say that," Harry held up his hands. "Okay. If you're up for it, I'd love some lemon chicken."
Hermione grinned. "You know I'm always ready to show off."
Harry stood and helped her to her feet.
"You can keep me company while I cook," Hermione said grinning at him.
"I'd be happy to," Harry replied. "I'll keep my mouth shut too."
"No, you can talk," Hermione said leading the way into the kitchen.
"No I mean I won't give you any coaching," Harry said. "I'll just let you work your magic."
Hermione busied herself with the preparation while Harry watched. She told him about the restaurant they'd visited. "It was amazing, Harry."
"Tell me more about it," he said.
"It's a French restaurant," Hermione said. "We had the best dinner and then we toured the kitchen and even watched the chef in action."
"That's great," Harry replied, pouring them both a glass of wine.
"We should go back there some time," Hermione said looking at him.
"Okay," Harry agreed.
Harry watched in awe as his wife prepared the chicken.
"I've really learned a lot with this course," Hermione told him. "The professor is really great. She's patient and takes her time showing us things."
"I can see that," Harry said smiling at her.
"I'm just proud of myself too," Hermione said. "Cooking is something I was never able to get the hang of."
"Until now," Harry said.
Hermione turned and beamed at him.
"I could never understand why you weren't any good at it actually," Harry said. "You're great at everything else, you know."
Hermione smiled as she slid the dish into the oven. "Yes... I know."
Harry reached into his pocket. "Ethan wanted me to give you this photo. It's a new one of the girls."
"Oh let me see!" Hermione exclaimed.
Harry chuckled and handed her the photo.
Hermione gushed over it. "Those two are just beautiful little girls!"
"They are, aren't they?" Harry asked. "Ethan says Kiera's becoming quite the little talker, too."
Hermione smiled. "Once I'm done with this class, I want to have everyone over and I'm going to make dinner."
"You'll blow them all away," Harry said.
"But let's keep that a secret for now," Hermione told him. "I want to surprise everyone."
"My lips are sealed," Harry promised.
Hermione sat on his lap. "I never did get my kiss hello."
"Let's see what we can do about that," Harry said before giving her a kiss.
Hermione purred deep in her throat as Harry put his arms around her waist.
"I really am sorry," Harry said resting his forehead on hers.
"I know," she said softly.
"There's no one else for me either, you know that, right?" Harry asked.
Hermione smiled at him. "You better believe I know that."
Harry gave her another kiss. "I know it, too. I just got a little carried away. It took all I had not to go into that restaurant and casting a curse at that bloke."
"I'm glad you held it together," Hermione said wryly. "He's not exactly my type, you know. I like them with dark hair, green eyes... and very pigheaded."
Harry chuckled. "Pigheaded?"
"Just a little," she teased, running her fingers through his hair.
"I'm not that bad, am I?" Harry asked grinning at her.
"You married me," Hermione pointed out. "I was pretty stubborn you know.... had to get you to notice me somehow."
"Stubborn as a mule," Harry said poking her side.
"Surely there's a better way to phrase that," Hermione poked him back.
"You're the one who is so great at phrasing things," Harry laughed.
"That's true," Hermione said. "So you could say I'm wonderfully stubborn."
"You are," Harry said. "Especially when you agree with me. When we're on different sides of the fence..."
Hermione laughed.
Harry smiled at her. "That chicken smells delicious."
Hermione went to go check on it. "It really is amazing... cooking is pretty simple. I'm not sure why I never got the hang of it."
"Me either," Harry said. "You're great at everything else."
Hermione closed the oven door and looked back at him. "I've had years of practise with... everything else."
"Oh yes," Harry grinned. "Everything else..."
Hermione settled back on his lap, her arms winding around his neck.
"I taught you a few things," Harry said.
"You taught me many, many things," Hermione said, resting her forehead on his.
"You were a quick learner," Harry said running his hand up her arm.
She grinned at him. "I am a quick learner. And I always like to practise."
"After dinner?" Harry asked.
"You better believe it," Hermione touched the side of his face.
A few minutes later, Hermione set a plate of lemon chicken and fresh vegetables before her husband. She sat down across from him. "Give me your honest response," Hermione said. "If you hate it, you can tell me."
Harry cut into the piece and tasted it. "Wow..."
"Good wow?" Hermione asked. "Or Eww, gross, wow?"
"This tastes amazing," Harry told her. "Really, Hermione. This is excellent."
"You're not just saying that?" Hermione asked.
"I promise," Harry said. "I'm really proud of you, Hermione."
Hermione beamed at him. "It is good, isn't it?"
He grinned at her. "I can't wait to see everyone's face when they taste your meal."
"They'll be eating their words," Hermione said. "I've been listening to them give me hell for it for years."
"Eating their words and licking their plates," Harry joked.
"Especially Ronald Weasley," Hermione said. "He's always making snide comments about it."
"This probably means he'll be coming over more often now," Harry groaned.
Hermione laughed. "He is your best mate, Harry."
"Yeah," Harry replied. "I've kept him well fed for years."
"Hermione!"
Harry groaned. "And there's our second favourite stray."
Hermione swatted at him. "Be nice. Lav, we're in the kitchen!"
"What smells so delicious?" Lavender asked as she breezed in.
"Me," Harry said dryly.
"Ugh," Lavender waved him away.
Hermione gave her cousin a hug. "What brings you by so late?"
"Is it late?" Lavender asked. "Oh- I'm sorry. I forget about the time difference sometimes."
"You say that every time," Harry pointed out.
Lavender gave him a dirty look. "I don't recall asking your opinion."
"What brings you by?" Hermione asked before her husband could make another comment.
"I had some new sketches for the Saffron line, inspired of course, by Baby Ellie. I wanted to show you the designs," Lavender said handing Hermione her book.
"Oh how lovely," Hermione said. "Harry, go get that picture of Maddie and the girls, would you?"
"Sure," Harry replied pushing back from his chair.
"These are fantastic," Hermione smiled at the sketches of baby clothing.
"They are fabulous aren't they?" Lavender asked.
"Quite so," Hermione agreed. "You have such an eye for these things."
"Seamus is filming so I didn't have anyone else to show them to," Lavender said.
"How are Gabriel and Alexa doing over there?" Hermione asked. "We do miss her here."
"They're both busy," Lavender said. "And Gabe---"
Lavender's voice trailed off. "That chicken looks really good.."
"Would you like some?" Hermione asked.
"Do you have enough?" Lavender asked.
"Of course," Hermione said.
Lavender grinned when Harry came back into the room and handed her the photograph of Gwyn, Maddie and Kiera. "Oh!" Lavender squealed.
Hermione smiled proudly at her grandchildren as she brought Lavender a plate.
"Did you make this?" Lavender asked Harry.
Harry shook his head. "No, it's actually an up and coming chef."
"Really?" Lavender was intrigued. "Who? What restaurant?" Hermione shot her husband a warning look.
"It's top secret," Harry said. "But, we're having a dinner party in a couple of weeks and you'll get to meet the chef in person."
"Oh," Lavender said. "Well... this is fantastic."
Hermione took a sip of her wine to hide her smile.
"I have to have the flat aired out so it's all ready when we get here in a few weeks for Christmas," Lavender said.
Hermione smiled. "I can't wait."
"What a fun Christmas this will be," Lavender said. "With the new babies, and Kiera..."
"And you, of course," Harry said before draining his glass.
"You are such a--" Lavender began.
"Harry's really looking forward to having all of our family and friends here for the holiday," Hermione interjected. "Aren't you, Harry?"
"Most of them," Harry replied.
Lavender glared at him. "You are so pigheaded."
A grin spread across Harry's face. "Yes I know."
"That was an insult," Lavender reminded him.
"Not really," Harry replied.
Lavender rolled her eyes. "Whatever."
Hermione handed Lavender her sketchbook. "I can't wait to see these clothes when you finish them."
"I hope to have them finished by Christmas," Lavender said. "And I'll have outfits for Gwyn, Kiera, and Ellie."
"They'll look beautiful," Hermione said loyally.
Lavender smiled. "Well, I'll leave you and Mr. Wonderful to it."
"Finally," Harry muttered.
Hermione gave her cousin a hug. "Thanks for bringing the sketches."
"Anytime," Lavender said. "And I'll see you soon. That's a promise." she directed her last words at Harry.
With a pop, she disappeared.
Hermione shook her head. "Harry, would it kill you to be nice?"
"I was being nice," Harry said, bringing his dishes to the sink.
"Uh-huh," Hermione said.
He waved his hand, sending the rest of the dirty dishes into the sink and the rest of the chicken into the icebox.
"You know, you and Lavender do have a lot in common," Hermione said thoughtfully.
"We both love you," Harry said.
"Not just that," Hermione said. "You're both very family-oriented and loyal."
"Of course we are," Harry replied as he waved his hand again to clean the dirty dishes. They both watched as they flew into the cupboard.
"And you both like to show off," Hermione continued.
"I'm nowhere near as bad as she is," Harry protested.
"Of course not," Hermione cracked.
"I'm not," Harry replied.
"You're both terrible," Hermione said.
"She's shallow, flighty, self-absorbed," Harry said.
"Harry she's my cousin," Hermione frowned. "Come on. I thought the two of you really didn't dislike each other."
'I like Lavender," Harry reassured her.
"You never act like it," Hermione said. "You're always having a go at her."
"I'm sorry," Harry said sincerely.
"It's not me you should apologise to," Hermione said.
"She's always having a go at me too, you know," Harry pointed out.
"Only when you start it first," Hermione said. "Come on, Harry..."
"I'll apologise the next time I see her," Harry promised.
Hermione smiled at him. "Another reason why I love you," Hermione said.
Harry wrapped his arms around her.
Hermione smiled as she pressed her face into his shoulder. "I love you, Harry James."
"Chef Hermione," Harry said holding her close. "I love you, too."
Hermione grinned at him.
"You want to go upstairs?" Harry whispered in her ear.
"Do you even need to ask?" Hermione asked huskily.
Harry picked her up. "Okay then..."
"You can still take me off my feet," Hermione said dreamily.
"Poor, pigheaded me?" Harry teased.
"Amazing, generous you," Hermione corrected.
"I like that even better," Harry said carrying her upstairs.
Hermione rested her head on his shoulder.
"What have you made for dessert, Mrs. Potter?" Harry asked.
"A little of me," she said, her eyes half lidded.
Harry carried her into the bedroom and kicked the door shut. "That's not going to do."
"No?" she asked in surprise.
"A lot of you is what I had in mind," Harry said with a grin.
"Oh," Hermione laughed. "Well... I think we can make that happen."
"Hermione, Hermione, Hermione," Harry said huskily.
She laughed, letting her head fall back. "Come on then..."