1. Rain on Me

A/N: This is a one shot, H/Hr fic. Just a scene that's been running through my head for a long time now and I've decided to squash it and write it. Its Post Hogwarts and, even though there's no h/hr-ish stuff in there, they ARE together!

She watched as the rain fell, cutting through the brisk November air. It was coming down hard and fast, so bad that there were no cars on the street due to visibility issues. It'd been raining like this for the whole day, keeping her inside by the happily cracking fire. Not that that was a bad thing, any excuse to snuggle up to the fire with a good book was welcome.

Ever since she was a little girl, Hermione loved the rain. She would often sneak outside and play in it, ruining her dress and getting her in trouble…but she would always sit on her bed, fulfilled and thinking about happily splashing in the rain. She often longed for those days when life was simpler…she didn't have anything to worry about except for what was for dinner and if her mother would be mad if she ruined another pair of shoes.

Hermione walked to her voluminous collection of books that sat on bookshelves that lined two walls of her large apartment. She was in the mood for a mystery, rainy days were best for those, so she hurriedly scanned the shelves. Settling on an old, rust colored book with gold writing on the cover, she sat down on her couch, fully intending to go at her book with a vengeance. She was settled with a cup of cocoa steaming next to her, Crookshanks curled around her head and a blanket covering her bare legs.

The clock on the mantle above the roaring fire tricked, creating a soothing rhythm with the crackling of the flame. Hermione was so absorbed in her book that she didn't hear the phone ring until her answering machine beeped and a voice penetrated her homey quiet.

“ Hello, my name is Natalie Holmes, a nurse from Community General Hospital. I'm calling for a Miss Hermione Jane Granger…” the motherly tone said, “ I was told to contact you, regarding your parents. There was a crash earlier this evening, at 5: 35 p.m. Mr. Robert Granger and his wife, Lacey, are here at Community General. They are in critical condition and it is vital that we receive contact from their daughter immediately. If you can come to the hospital as soon as possible, it'd be greatly appreciated.”

There was another beep, longer than the first, signaling the end of the message. Hermione sat on the couch, frozen. Her book slipped from her fingers as if it was butter, and the warmth of the fire seemed to have left her body. Your parents…accident…critical condition…crash…chilling thoughts rang through her head as she imagined the worst. The sight of her parents mangled bodies, lying in hard hospital beds, hooked up to tubes and wires made her want to gag. She felt light headed and needed air. Hurrying out the door without bothering to put a jacket or shoes on, she hurdled into the street.

The rain came down like ice, each stinging her skin as it hit. She had no destination in mind, just knew she had to leave…she had to run away. It was easier to push the problem aside than actually face it. Half of her was telling her she was being stupid and should contact the hospital like Natalie asked…the other half, the stronger half, was urging her on to the unknown point where she would eventually stop.

How could her parents be hurt? In all her 21 years of existence she had never seen them lift their voices in anger, shun someone because of discrimination or rumors, deny help to anything, despite their background. They were good, honorable people who worked hard as simple dentists to make ends meet…They were the only thing she'd ever known…No matter how many times they moved, they were still the place she called home. If they were gone, who would take care of her? The rational side of Hermione told her that she had friends, and an amazing boyfriend, Harry Potter, who would never let her be alone, but it wasn't the same.

Her tears mingled with the falling rain as she splashed through icy puddles, her bare feet cut from sharp rocks and her legs muddied from the wet dirt. Her normally curly hair hung limp and tangled around her dirty face. She wore nothing but a pair of Harry's old boxers and a tee shirt she stole from Ron their last year of Hogwarts. She hadn't even bothered to bring an umbrella. She knew she must look a sight to the passerby, make up running down her face, red nose, puffy bloodshot eyes, her hair resembling a messy rat nest.

The sound of a blaring horn snapped Hermoine back to reality and she stepped back to dodge the car. Somehow she had wandered into the street and she hurried back to the deserted sidewalk. Blinking in the street light, she shook her head to clear her head. Her head stopped in mid-shake. She knew that bright red colored building…it was right next to Harry's flat.

Dashing across the street, she hurried to the threshold of Harry's house.

“ Harry!” she yelled, throwing herself on the door. She banged it until her knuckles bled and her throat was hoarse. Realizing that he would have opened the door on her first knock, she sank down head in her hands. She wept bitter tears as waves of hopelessness washed over her. Her ribs hurt and her throat stung.

It felt like hours as she sat on that step, when in reality it was a few minutes according to the clock in the square. She watched blurry-eyed as an elderly couple strolled down the street, the man in a long tan trench coat and the woman in an old knit purple poncho. The tears that had been few and far between a second ago came anew and she wept again. She mentally kicked herself for being the weepy little girl, crying at the drop of a hat.

Her whole body ached, her eyes stung as if acid was dropped in them and her breathing was labored. She was quite dizzy and she didn't trust her own legs to stand up. She thought she was hearing things when she heard her name distantly through the thunderous downfall of rain.

“Hermoine?”

Hermione looked around for the source of the noise and her eyes settled on a dark figure on the walkway. Messy black hair dripping with water, long black trench coat hanging to his ankles, the man was unmistakably Harry.

“Harry?” she whispered weakly as her vision started to blur and blackness enveloped her.

“Hermione…don't-“ and that was the last she knew.

Hermione woke up on an unfamiliar couch, body sore as if she had just run a marathon, eyes felt as if they were super-glued together. She breathed in deeply and recognized the deep, masculine scent that was individually Harry.

“ Your awake…I made tea. Hermione..” Harry's voice cut through her thoughts and she rubbed sleep from her eyes.

“ Harry...what happened?” Hermione asked, stetting up on the couch while accepting her tea..

“ That's what'd I like to know. I come home and find you frozen half to death in hardly substantial clothes for this weather, crying yourself to death and then passing out…”

Harry's words seemed to hit home and all the events of the past ten hours rushed back to her and hit her full force. Her body sagged as if a great weight was pushed on her and she put her hand in her free hand. Thankfully, it seemed as if she had cried all her tears and she sighed, her stomach nauseated. Harry put a hand on her shoulder gently, sensing her distress.

“What happened, Mione?” he asked quietly, resting his forehead against hers. She took a deep breath and grabbed his hand shakily.

“ My parents….Natalie called from the hospital…they were in a crash, Harry.” She said, looking into his emerald eyes. There was a deafening silence.

“ Hermione…are they alright?”

“ No…their in critical condition. I should be there...I have to go.” She said, suddenly panicked. She stood up, spilling the tea. “Oh, god I'm sorry Harry…I have to go.”

“ Hermione, calm down. You cant go any where dressed like that. Go take a shower, I got Ginny to bring you some warm clothes. Go take a hot shower, change and then I'll drive you to the hospital.”

“ Harry, you don't have to do that - “

“ Hermione,” he interrupted, looking at her, “ I'm not letting you go there alone. You don't have to be alone in this.”

They stared at each other for a moment, each silently battling with their wills. Harry must have won because Hermione walked slowly to the bathroom and shut the door. A minute later he heard the water turn on and the click of the shower door shutting.

Twenty minutes later Hermione sat in the passenger seat of Harry's car, freshly showered and in a new pair of clothes. Her old clothes sat in the trash bin back at Harry's flat, she sat in a pair of jeans and a white turtleneck with a pair of simple trainers. She was to nervous to trust her own voice, so she let the soft music from the radio fill the silence. Harry didn't try to make her speak, he knew she didn't want to be disturbed and that she needed to sort things out for herself.

Ten minutes too soon for Hermione, they found themselves walking into the large hospital via the sliding glass doors. Instinctively Hermione reached for Harry's hand and he pulled her close, kissing her temple as a silent reassurance.

“ Miss,” Harry said, approaching the desk with a large nurse perched on a seat behind it, “ we need to know the room number the Grangers are being held in.”

“ Relatives only.” She said simply, flipping through a clip board.

“ I-I'm their daughter. This is my cousin, Harry.” Hermione spoke up, her voice timid and afraid. Harry hadn't heard her like that since the day he fought Voldemort and she thought he had died.

The nurse gave them an appraising look before turning to shuffle through a stack of clip boards.

“ Room 413, third floor. ICU.”

“ Thanks.” Harry said, dragging Hermione away.

The walk up three flights of stairs seemed to last an eternity. Hermione was aware of every squeak her sneakers made as she walked up the stairs, every swish of her jeans when her legs brushed together.

The final hallway stood before Hermione and her heart sped up so did her pace. Harry struggled to keep up with her as she ran towards room 413, dodging orderly, nurses and doctors who were all scurrying around. He was taken aback when she stopped suddenly in front of a door way. Her eyes were glued to the plastic blue plate next to the door that read 413.

“ Ready?” he asked, holding her hand. She started, as if just realizing he was there.

“ Not really…” she managed a wan smile, “ but I have too.”

They both placed their hands on the door, as Harry smiled at her comforting her, and the door swung open. Hermione took one look at him before entering the dim room, not ready to face what lay ahead but knowing that someone was there to keep her head up when she was going down.

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3. Lean on Me

Just call on me brother,

When you need a friend

We all need somebody to lean on

You might have a problem that I'll understand

We all need somebody to lean on.

Lean on me when your not strong

Ill be your friend

Ill help you carry on, cause

It wont be long till I'll need a friend,

Till I'll need somebody to lean on.

- Lean on me, Marvin Gay.

A/N: This chapter took a bit longer in coming than I had hoped. I was toying with a few ideas, then the book came out and I was unsure if I should continue but I figured that it would be okay since this is a Post Hogwarts fic and there was enough room for a H/Hr pairing to come about. So read and enjoy! Reviews OPENLY welcome. :-D.

*Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters, merely this plot. Please do not sue!

Hermione sat down hard on a chair in the waiting room, hands shaking. The visit with her parents, however brief, had unsettled her. When she was back at her apartment, imagining the worst, she wasn't too far off from what had happened.

Doctors told her that her parents were both critical but if they survived the night and the next day, they'd be out of the woods. Her father had come out of it worse than her mother. He had a fractured bone in his skull, right above his left eye, a fractured ankle and wrist, a major concussion, several deep cuts on his body and some burns on his hands.

Her mother, Lacey, had a broken leg, burns on her arms, deep cuts on her face and upper body, one of her lungs had to be re-inflated, and the skin on her left fore-arm had been peeled off. For some reason she had been fairing worse than her husband and her condition was hardly stable.

Her father needed surgery for his broken skull bone, and her mother needed several minor surgeries to fix her arms and a major one to re-inflate her lung.

Harry sat down next to Hermione, handing her a cup of coffee. They sat in silence for a minute or two, sipping the steaming liquid.

“ How bad?” Harry asked. He had been getting them coffee and calling some friends while the doctor told her of her parents injuries.

“ Bad.” She went on to repeat what the doctor said, struggling to keep the crackers (that she got from the vending machine) down.

“ I'm so sorry… I don't know what to say. I want to say it'll be okay, but-“

“ It might not be.” She finished, wiping the tears that were forming. Harry put his arm around her and hugged her to him, kissing her forehead.

“ Ron and Luna are coming, Ginny said she'd come over as soon as she could. Lavender said Parvati was out of the country, but that she'd stop by with something too eat.”

“ Thank you, Harry. I couldn't have done this alone…You can go home, your probably really tired after work.” Hermione insisted, wincing at the gritty coffee. Harry shook his head furiously.

“ Nothing doing, Mione. I told you'd I'd be here for you. If I get tired, I'll ask for a cot to catch some sleep on. Your not going to be alone.”

Hermione fixed him with a pleading gaze.

“ Harry,” she started.

“ No, don't Harry me. You were there for me all the time I needed you…Its time for me to start returning the favor.” His tone was so final, she dared not argue.

“ Okay…”

“ Harry! Hermione!” came a voice from down the hall. They looked and saw their red headed friend, racing towards them. He was dressed in a pair of jeans (that looked suspiciously like Harry's missing pair) and a plain white tee shirt. Obviously Luna had helped him get dressed.

Hermione stood up and Ron immediately tackled her in a hug, rocking her from side to side. Luna came walking down the hall, struggling with a bag. Harry rushed to help her and nearly fell sideways with the weight.

“ Luna, what's in here?” he asked, lifting it over his shoulder.

“ Just some odds and ends. “ she answered dreamily before going over to hug Hermione.

“ Thank you guys so much for coming…it...it means a lot.” Hermione said, rubbing her eyes.

“ We wouldn't not come,” Ron said, “ you're my best friend Herm.”

“ I think this is the most I have ever cried.” She said, wiping her eyes again.

“ You have the right to. I would have been in a worse state than you if the same thing happened to my dad.” Luna said, all dreamy-ness gone from her tone.

“ Well, you should have seen me a couple of hours ago. I was in a right state.”

“ I found her passed out on my door step, nearly frozen to death.” Harry said pointedly and Hermione blushed. Ron hugged Hermione tighter and Luna fumbled through her bag.

“ I brought some tea, I figured the muggle hospitals wouldn't have very nice tasting food.”

“ Thanks Luna, this coffee tastes like dirt.” Harry said, gazing into the paper cup reproachfully. Harry and Hermione accepted the tea gratefully and silence fell upon the small group. Finally Ron broke the silence.

“ So-er-uh, what happened?”

“ I don't know…the police said that another driver swerved into their lane and hit them. They were pinned to a light pole.”

“ Was the other driver, you know, pissed?” Ron asked.

“ Well, they said it was a new driver…I think only 17 or so. They didn't find any alcohol or drugs in the car or on her… She didn't make it…Police said that the girls brakes probably got wet or something and the visibility was really bad...she probably swerved accidentally and hit my parents…the poor girl. Imagine…just getting your license and then getting in a crash and dying. Its awful.”

“ Dreadful…” Luna sympathized, sitting next to Hermione and rubbing her hand.

Just then the doctor came out and asked for Hermione Granger. He was a tall, strapping man with pepper grey hair and a square jaw. His eyes were dark brown and had the unmistakable stern look about him. Harry could tell that this was a no nonsense man.

“ Hermione Granger, please?” he asked. Hermione looked at Harry and stood up, her hand still firmly clasped in Harry's.

“ Yes, I'm Hermione.”

“ Your mother is awake. She's asking for you.”

“ Can I see her?”

“ Yes, but not for long… she needs to rest.”

“ What about-“ Hermione started, gesturing to her friends.

“ Just you.” Was the answer before the doctor turned and left.

“ Its okay, Harry, I'll be fine.” She told Harry as he stood up, both to reassure him and herself.

“ If your sure…”

“ I am.” And with that she walked quickly to the room and entered.

The room was very dim and the only noise was the steady breathing coming from her parents and the quiet beeping from the machine they were hooked up too. Hermione crossed the room to her mothers bed quickly, fighting back tears. She had to be strong for her mother.

“ Mom…?” she whispered, taking a seat and grabbing her mothers hand. Lacey's face had never looked so worn and defeated, she looked older than she had ever appeared to her daughter.

“ Hermione?” came the breathy reply, so soft that Hermione thought she had imagined it.

“ I'm here, I'm here, Mum. “ Hermione said, grasping her hand a little tighter.

“ Oh, I'm so glad…I'm really cold…”

“ Want a blanket?”

“ No, no…I'll be alright in a little bit. It comes and it goes.”

“ Mom…what happened?”

“ What did the police tell you?”

“ That a girl swerved and hit you guys…that you were pinned to a pole-“

“ -Tree”

“ …Pinned to a tree and that…”

“ Did she make it?”

Hermione hesitated. She knew her mom would be upset if she found out the girl hadn't survived the crash. She didn't want to upset her mother any more, she didn't know if Lacey could handle it.

“ I don't know.” She lied.

“ I hope she's okay.” Her mother whispered. Hermoines heart gave a painful tug and tears resurfaced. Hermione took a moment to compose herself.

“ Are you okay?” Hermione asked and as soon as the words left her mouth she wanted to hit herself. Her mother managed a dry, hacking laugh.

“ As well as to be expected. I just wanted to see you. I dreamt of you, you know, and Harry.”

“ Really?”

“ Mhm…you were getting married, in July I think. It was hot and sunny. You looked beautiful, “ Her mothers eyes opened for the first time since she entered the room, and she turned her head slowly to look at Hermione “ Your hair was down and looked beautiful, you looked so alive…so happy. Harry looked very handsome, too.”

“ Mom-“

“ Ron was the best man, I think” Mrs. Granger continued as if Hermione never spoke. Hermoine looked up at the gentle brown eyes, gazing at her with all the love and admiration in the world. Hermione's heart swelled with pride, she was proud to have parents such as hers. “ Yes, he was. His sister was your Maid of Honor. She looked stunning too…Your father was walking you down the isle. You weren't getting married in a church. you were outside in a field…overlooking the ocean I think. That lovely man… Remus Lupin I think, was the Justice of the Peace. Yes, he looked charming. Our relatives, Aunt Rose and Uncle Hector sat in the front row, next to your daddy…”

“ Mom,” Hermione tried again, tears falling down her cheeks.

“ Oh, I wish I could be there…”

“ What are you talking about, Mom? Your going to be there, your going to look beautiful sitting next to daddy and-“

“ No,” Lacey interrupted with a firmness that startled Hermione. The elderly woman clutched her daughters hand firmly.” No, Hermione…I'm very hurt. I know I'm dying, no medicine can help me…I'm not afraid of dying, I know I'll get to see my parents again. I don't want you to cry for me, I love you too much to let you worry about me. Hermione, ever since you were little I watched you carefully and I knew you were different…I'm not talking about being a witch. You were the most kind hearted person I've ever met and you were as stubborn as your father. You reminded me of my mother so, so much. I've had many wonderful years guiding you and helping you along, but you've always been very independent. Now, its my time for you to help me…I want you to let me go. I wont rest peacefully if I know you are upset…Don't cry because you'll miss me, Bean. You'll always have me, we have so many wonderful memories…”

“ Don't give up mom! I can get the doctor-“ yet she was interrupted again.

“Do you remember when I used to tuck you in at night and tell you a story?”

“ Yes,” Hermione barely managed to whisper. She was crying so forcefully now, that her whole body shook. Hearing her mother tell her that she was about to die hit her like a ton of bricks and the water works started.

“ Can you remember your favorite one, about the princess?”

“ The Princess and the goat?” Hermione asked, wiping her face with her sleeve.

“ Yes, that one…can you tell it to me?”

“ Of course mom…” Hermoine agreed, and shifted in her chair. “Ill try to remember it…its been so long.. Once there was a beautiful princess. She lived in a big castle with…her family,” Hermione spoke, remembering the words her mother told her a long, long time ago. “ and pets. One day she was walking to the market and found a old goat tied to a tree. She walked over to it and started petting it. It tried to bite her so she kept walking. On her way back to her castle, the goat was still there. The princess went over and untied it, even as it tried to bite her, and brought it home. Her parents didn't want her to keep it but she was determined to help it. She fed the goat, despite its bitterness. One month after she found the goat, she walked into the barn to feed it and instead she found an old man. The man said “ I am the goat you saved a month ago. I'm a wizard and I'll grant you three wishes because you helped me so much, even though I was mean too you. I have not come across a person as nice as you in many years.” So, the girl was given three wishes. On her first wish, she wished that there was no poor, starving people in the world. On her second wish she wished that everyone was happier and there was no crime. On her third wish- Oh dear, I've forgotten what happened.” Hermione finished. She knew her re-telling of the story was not nearly as good as her mothers version, but it was the best she could do. During her telling of the story, her mother had closed her eyes again.

“ The girl wished the wizard happier.”

“ Mom…”

“ Yes dear?”

“ Who was the Princess?” Hermione asked, looking up at her mothers face, feeling for all the world like a four year old yet again.. Her mom looked at her and smiled.

“ I think you know the answer to that…the princess was you, Hermione.” There was silence after that and her mother shut her eyes, smile upon her face. Hermione knew, even before the steady beeping turned to a loud, continuous wail, that her mother had died. Hermione sat, holding the lifeless hand, in silence. Tears would not come still when she stood up and walked from the room as the nurse's and doctors came in to take over.

A/N: Okay, so the story Hermione told her mother wasn't that great but it was the best I could do. This chapter took longer to write, even though its short, because I wasn't sure if I wanted to keep her mother alive or dead. I decided to go this way because I wanted to incorporate the dream her mother had into the story… a bit of `foreshadowing' I guess you could call it. It gets happier from here on, this isnt an angsty fic. Folks, please review!! Remember, a review a day keeps the doctor away!

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4. I will remember you

A/N: In this chapter I'm going to try something new. I hope you don't get confused!! It should be relatively easy to follow. Sorry it took so long in the update, and that its so short, I haven't had much time to write and I ended it where I thought it appropriate. R&R! A Review a day keeps the doctor away! I've had 1742 hits and 20 reviews total! Please, for the other 1722 of you who didn't review…please do! Enjoy!

I will remember you

Will you remember me?

Don't let your life pass you by

Weep not for the memories

I'm so tired but I can't sleep

Standin' on the edge of something much too deep

It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word

We are screaming inside, but we can't be heard

- “I will remember you”, Sarah McLaughlin

On the ride back to Harry's flat, the car was silent. Hermione hadn't cried since the visit with her now deceased mother, but she hadn't spoken much either. Harry, as soon as he saw her, knew that something had happened.

Harry looked up as soon as he heard the door handle move, Hermione appearing through the doorway. A nurse nearly shoved her out of the way. To Harry, Hermione looked as if she had just walked out of a nightmare. She looked lost…something was wrong. Instinctively Harry rose and hurried over to her, pulling her into a big bear hug. He didn't ask, he knew she would tell him when the time came. Ron and Luna sat near Ginny and Lavender who had arrived while Hermione was in visiting her mother. They sat watching the scene unfold, none knowing quite what to do.

Harry pulled back and looked at Hermione. He noticed how she shied away from his stare.

“ Hermione?” He asked quietly. She looked at him, tearing her gaze from the ugly moose picture hanging on the wall.

“ She left me, Harry.” Hermione said, answering the unspoken question. Harry knew what she meant, she didn't have to say anything else.

“ Come on, lets get you home.”

“ My dad…”

“ The doctors said he wont wake up tonight, they gave him some heavy sedatives. You need rest.” Harry insisted gently, helping her down the hall. Ron followed, and soon after so did the three other women. He caught up with Harry as he was helping Hermione into his car.

“ Harry mate, what should we do?” he asked, nodding towards Lavender, Ginny and Luna, all who stood near a column, talking quietly.

“ Be there for her, Ron, that's all. Her mom died, in case you haven't guessed, and something went on in that room that really upset her. If you could, could you get Ginny to come by soon with some clothes for her and Crookshanks or something? I don't want to leave her alone right now. I have to work tomorrow, but if you could drop by on your lunch hour or have Ginny and Luna bring her to lunch or tea or something, anything really, I'd be really happy.” Harry asked, leaning against the car. Ron nodded.

“ I'll do my best mate. Gets some rest, you look awful.”

“ Thanks Ron.” Harry replied with a small, sarcastic smile and slid into his car.

Harry was content to sit in silence, satisfied that Hermione would tell him what was bothering her so much ( her mothers death aside) when she felt it right. What made him jump out of his skin was the sudden explosion from the woman sitting next to him.

“ She KNEW she was going to die!”

Harry nearly swerved off the road because of Hermione's sudden outburst.

“ What?” he asked, slightly bewildered.

“ She knew she was going to die. She told me…” Hermione said a lot quieter than before. “ She told me she had a dream….Remus looked charming…we were getting married…Dad walked me down the isle…Ginny was my bridesmaid…”

“ What? Your mom had a dream we were getting married?” asked a slightly shocked Harry. Hermoine nodded feebly.

“ Yeah, then she said, ` Oh, I wish I could be there..'. Then she told me she was dying…HOW COULD SHE JUST GIVE UP?” Hermione yelled angrily, pounding the seat.

“ I don't think she gave up-“

“ She DID, Harry… she didn't try to fight it. She wanted to go, she said she wasn't afraid…But what about me? Dad? She just left us here.” Hermione said, angry tears spilling down her nose and cheeks.

“ She didn't leave you, 'Mione, and you know it. Dumbledore once said, ` Death is but another adventure to the organized mind' or something of the sort. Your mother was an amazing woman, and I only knew her for a year or so. She loved you and your father more than anything in the world, she would never leave you, love. “

There was complete silence once again that lasted the rest of the drive. Hermione got out of Harry's car as if in a trance, allowing Harry to shuttle her onto the couch. He cooked up some hot chicken soup and poured two bowls, bringing them in on a tray to the living room.

“ Here,” he said, handing her a bowl, “ eat this. It'll warm you up.”

There were moments where the only sound was the spoons hitting the glass bowls and some quiet slurping of broth.

“ I miss her so much.” Hermione said on her second bowl. Harry paused mid-sip.

“ She's your mom, of course you're going to miss her.” Harry replied cautiously, setting the empty bowl on the coffee table.

“She's only been…dead,” Hermione nearly choked on the last word, "for a couple of hours. I mean…I cant believe it but in some weird way I know its true. It hasn't hit me yet.”

“I know how you feel, to some extent. You feel like their going to walk through the door any moment and yell `Surprise!' and have a good laugh.”

“ Right.” Hermione said simply. There was silence. “Is it wrong to not cry?”

Harry looked at her for a second before responding.

“ No, its not wrong. I think, knowing your mom, she would rather you not cry and instead just remember what you shared with her- all your memories and such.”

Ginny stopped by later that day with some clothes for Hermoine and some butterbeer for Harry. Hermoine was napping when she stopped by so she stayed for a little while to chat with her friend.

“How's she doing?” she said quietly, looking at Hermoine's slumbering figure on the couch. Harry sighed and rubbed his face.

“As well as can be expected…you know our Hermoine. She puts up these walls, pretends everything's okay….She's going to make herself sick. I already owled her boss and asked for a few days off. Thankfully, she understood and agreed to let Hermoine have a week off to sort out her parents affair and arrange for her mothers funeral.”

“She wont be too happy about that.” Ginny replied, taking a mug of coffee offered by Harry. “We know Hermoine, she'll fight her way to the office.”

“I know, that's why I called in re-enforcements. Gregory, my boss ya' know, is being a pain in my ass and wont let me take a few days off…needs me to do all his dirty work for him. Ron said he'd stop by when he doesn't have practice and Lavender agreed to keep an eye on her and maybe take her shopping or something.” Harry sighed, sitting himself at the table.

“I'll take her to lunch or something, my treat.” Ginny offered.

“That'd be great, thanks Gin.” There was a comfortable silence in the kitchen, the sound of the fire warming the room.

“I wish she'd talk to me about it though….” Harry burst out, frustrated, after a moment of silence. Ginny looked up from the coffee mug.

“If she'd talk to anyone, it'd be you Harry.” She gave him a small smile before draining the liquid and saying goodbye.

Harry sat in an armchair next to the sofa where Hermoine napped, staring into the flames. He reflected on the many times Hermoine had been his support system during school, trying to remember what she told him when someone he loved died. He remembered her being their for him and being able to predict his every thought. He knew he couldn't even try to imagine what Hermoine thought about, he'd drive himself insane or into a coma, but he knew what he had to do. He'd offer small signs of comfort and just…be there for her. He wasn't going to leave her….she wouldn't be alone. He knew the feeling and he'd rather die than let Hermoine feel that loneliness that he felt.

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5. Angel

A/N: okay, this chapter is going to have a memory of Hermoine's written in `I' “me” format. Its in italics. I hope its not too confusing. This is the chapter…the funeral. I'm not writing a wake, I don't have the will to write that. Funeral. That's it. R&R

Disclaimer: These characters are strictly JKR's. The plot is mine and is not intended to be remade by other authors.

In the arms of an Angel, fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

“In the Arms of an Angel”, Sarah McLaughlin

For the first time in years, Hermoine slept in. Harry could understand, she'd been to hell and back the past few days. Her mothers death really hit her hard, harder than she would let on. If Harry hadn't known her as well as he had he would have never picked up on it. But he did. When she shuffled into the kitchen at 10:30 a.m, he had a pot of her favorite coffee made and a mug set out just for her. Her breakfast was already made and kept warm by a heating charm. She didn't say much, Harry didn't expect her too. There was silence until the clinking of the fork on the glass stopped and he heard a sniffing.

“What about dad?” she said quietly, head hung and hair draping her face so Harry couldn't see her eyes. “He's still unconscious. What are we going to tell him?” Harry was at a loss for words but that didn't matter as Hermoine kept speaking. “I cant very well march up there and tell him his wife died. I don't think his heart could take it…He's going to find out sooner or later.” She said with a dry smile.

“Hermoine…” Harry whispered, grabbing a hold of her hand. She squeezed it back, letting him know she was alright…well, as `alright' as could be expected.

“Harry, your late for work.” She said, going back to her breakfast. She didn't release his hand though

“No,” he shook his head,” I owled my boss. He gave me until Wednesday. That gives me four or five days. I'm gonna be here for you Herms.” Hermoine looked at him, a battle of her two sides going on behind her brown eyes. Harry knew she didn't want him to miss work for her, but he knew she also didn't want to be alone. The latter seemed to be stronger and she reluctantly nodded.

“I have to owl—“ she began, taking another bite of her eggs.

“Already done. I also got Ginny to bring some stuff over so you didn't have to go back to your flat if you didn't want too. Ron said he'd stop by later for lunch…naturally I had to go to the grocery store to stock up.”

“Thanks Harry,” Hermoine began, holding his gaze,” you've really put up with me. It's-its going to be really hard,” her voice was cracking and she was struggling to regain her composure,” to see her laying there. There's so much I have to do…plan a funeral and have the reading of the will…”

“All in due time Hermoine. First, you need to finish breakfast.” She settled for his reply and went back to her meal. Then her head snapped up and she looked at Harry in alarm.

“What? What's wrong?” he asked, instantly on alert.

“Dad…what if he's not better in time for—“ she began, terrified.

“He will be. The doctors said he should be waking up soon.” Harry reassured her, squeezing her hand. She seemed to be soothes slightly and went back to breakfast.

The couple days went by all to fast for Hermoine. Her parents lawyer had gotten a hold of her and told her the reading of the will would be conducted Saturday, the day before the funeral. Hermoine also went and visited her dad later that day when he woke up, sheer force of will holding her head high. She refused Harry's insistence that he accompany her, telling him it was something she needed to do alone. He reluctantly agreed but told her he was only a second away if needed.

(memory)

I walked into my fathers room, a private room I had reserved for him, at the hospital. I tried to hold my head high and fought back the tears that rushed forward at the sight of dad beaming happily at me.. I had told the doctors not to inform him of mom's death, insisting that I would do it herself.

“Baby girl.” Daddy said, opening his good arm for a hug. I hugged him gently, afraid to hurt him.

“Daddy-o.” Smiled, calling him my childhood pet name for him.

“When can I get out? I've been so cooped up in here.” He said, shaking the sheets with his hand as if to demonstrate his lack of freedom.

“Soon. Doctors want to keep you for a little longer…just to make sure.”

“That's good. They wont let me see Lacey though. Do you know why that is, darling?” Dad asked me as I sat.

“Daddy…” I began, getting choked up already. He knew something was wrong, the last time he saw me cry was when I was four and I had ripped my favorite book accidentally.

“Baby?” he whispered, holding my hand. I looked at it, the I.V sticking into the back of it.

“Mommy…mommy didn't do so well.” I said. I guess if I don't actually come out and say `She's dead!' then it may not be true…I wish.

“Is she alright?” He asked, now looking alarmed. I shook my head.

“No, she's not Daddy. Mom…mom died two days ago.” I said, tears welling up. He looked at me, shocked beyond belief.

“What?” he whispered, his voice hoarse and his eyes glassy with tears.

“Her heart gave out, at least that's what the doctors said. I was right there with her…holding her hand.” And that was it. I couldn't help it. I started crying, so hard my whole body hurt and throat nearly bled.

“Mommy's gone, Daddy, she's never coming back!” I cried, burying my face in his hand. He stroked my hair gently, tears falling from his own hazel eyes. He didn't make a noise, I suppose I was making enough for the both of us. We just sat there, my in hysterics and dad crying silently, as he always had, for a long time.

“You-you know what she said to me, right before?” I said, as my eyes slowly dried even though the burning was still there. He looked at me, the question in his eyes.

“She told me she had a dream…Harry and I were getting married and you were giving me away. She said…she said she wished she could be there.” I told him, the last few tears running down my nose. “Dad, it sounded like…she just gave up! Like she didn't want to be here any more.” I hiccupped. Dad looked at me, concern etched in every wrinkle in his forehead.

“Honey, she would never give up. Your mother was a fighter and a lover, she loved you more than anything in the world. You have to remember, she wasn't afraid of anything. She once told me that she wasn't afraid of death…It was just like taking a trip to America or something.” He chuckled but there was no warmth in his laughter. There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. “When is it?” he asked. I knew what he meant.

“In two days, the reading of the will is tomorrow.” I told him. He shook his head.

“Your mom wants to be buried on a cliff overlooking the sea. She told me the exact spot, its in the will. She wanted to be able to watch time go by but see the one thing that wont change.” He supplied.

We talked for a little longer, talking softly of memories we had with mom and sharing a few laughs. When I walked out of the hospital and apparated back to Harry's flat, I felt lighter than I had. I was still upset over mom's death and I wasn't sure I could get through the will reading tomorrow, but I knew at least mom was happy wherever she was.”

Harry paced in front of the fire place, dressed in his finest black shirt and black pants. Today was the day, the funeral. Hermoine's family had sorted the majority of the paperwork out so all Hermoine had to do was show up. Harry, Ron, Ginny and the rest of the Weasly's (except for Bill and Charlie, who couldn't get off from work) were going to meet them at the funeral home.

Hermoine told Harry that her mother's will insisted on a semi-formal wedding, no suits required. So, Harry and the majority of the gentlemen would be showing up in near identical outfits. Hermoine, on the other hand, spent much more time picking out a black dress she could wear. Harry had to admit, when she descended the stairs, he forgot they were heading to a funeral.

She wore a black dress that hung to her knees. It was snug but not too inappropriate for a funeral. It was a V neck with no sleeves. Nice and simple. Harry noticed she pinned a tiger lily to her right strap.

“You look beautiful, but the flower…?” Harry asked, helping her down the last step.

“My mothers favorite flower was a Tiger Lily. She said it represented fierceness and love at the same time, two opposites. I thought it would be fitting.” She said, fixing the flower some more.

“Perfect.” Harry said, smiling at her. He handed her coat as they headed out the door to the limo that awaited them downstairs. Hermoine would be riding in it with her aunt and father. Harry was driving his car with Ginny and Ron.

The funeral was set up on a cliff overlooking the ocean, just like Hermoine asked. Her mothers coffin faced South, where warmer weather was (Lacey preferred heat to cold any day). Hermoine had been asked to give the eulogy. Harry looked at her, so poised and composed standing at the podium. He knew she couldn't keep up the façade for very long.

“ My mother, Lacey Rose Granger, was a simple woman. She loved her family, her books, her career, her life with all she had. There was never a dull moment with her. She didn't ask for much but gave all she had. She did her best to keep me as happy as I could be.

Mom didn't have a hateful bone in her body. She loved everyone and everything equally. What happened to her was tragic, an accident that couldn't have been avoided. She was ripped from us to early for all of our liking, but I know that she's happier now.” There were sniffles coming from the audience. Hermoine's voice cracked now and again but overall she was doing marvelously in Harry's opinion.

“I was with her when he passed away. I remember what she told me, not in words but in meaning, and I want to share it with you. Everyday when I was little, my mom would tell me a bed time story. My favorite was about a princess and a goat. I'm not going to bore you all with the story, but I'll tell you the bare meaning at the end of it. Give what you can without expecting anything in return. Knowing my mom, she would be happy if we all listened to what she had to say and put it to good use at least once in our daily lives. All I ask of you is just to…remember her. Don't weep for her, celebrate her memory, as she would have wanted it. Thank you.” Hermoine said. There was a loud applause, accompanied by sniffing and some sobbing from women in the back. Hermoine took her seat next to Harry, the wind biting into her. Soon, the pastor called for the assembly to stand and lay a flower on top of the casket before it was lowered into the ground. Harry watched as the Weasly's trailed solemnly behind Hermoine's aunt and uncle. Harry walked in front of Hermoine who trailed behind with her father. He rested a single white lily on top with various colored roses and carnations. Hermoine let a tiger lily rest against his flower as Mr. Granger put three roses, a white, red and yellow one, in the middle. He rested his hand against the cool wood and bowed his head, weeping openly. Hermoine knelt next to him, her small hand on his and rested her head against his, crying with her father. Harry stood next to Ron, not quite sure knowing what to do. The weeping pair hugged each other when they seemed to have cried for the last time and stepped back. Hermoine took her place next to Harry who wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kissed her temple. Her left hand was cradled in her fathers as they lowered the casket into the ground. The group slowly dispersed, men and women walking back to their cars to head to the hotel Hermoine's family reserved for the `remembrance' party as Mr. Granger insisted on calling it. Hermoine stood there, staring motionlessly at the casket that was slowly being covered in dirt, her family on both sides of her, comforting her as she watched her mothers body disappear from her sight for the last time. She wouldn't cry, knowing that Lacey wouldn't have wanted it, but her body shook. Not from the biting wind or the stinging spray of the sea as the wave crashed angrily far below them, but from the fact that she would never have her best friend back again, and for that she truly grieved.

A/N: Well, I hope you all liked it. It was four pages of small font. From here on out its going to get happier and less gloomy than it has been, I promise. The tough part is over. Remember, at the end of this fic its going to be the happiest part. Kind of going from one extreme to the other. Any way, please review! I got only a few reviews last chapter, I want at least four before I write up the next one. Please, it really doesn't take that long. A review a day keeps the doctor away.

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6. A Voice Within

Young girl, don't cry,

I'll be right here when your world starts

To fall.

Young girl, its all right, your tears will dry

You'll soon be free to fly.

Oooh..

When your safe inside your room you tenderly dream

Of a place where nothings harder than it seems.

NO one ever wants or bothers to explain

Of the heartache life can bring and its meaning.

When there's no one else

Look inside yourself

Like your oldest friend

Just trust the voice within

Then you'll find the strength

That will guide your way

You'll learn to begin

To trust the voice within.

- The Voice Within, Christina Aguilera

Harry came home from his last Auror exam, three weeks after the funeral. Hermoine had finally returned to work, seemingly in good sprits. Her job as a Healer was very time consuming, Harry hardly saw her anymore. He had convinced her to move in with him and they had spent the majority of the weekend moving her things from one apartment to another.

“Hartford is a bitch.” Harry said, sinking into his favorite leather chair that evening with a beer. Hermoine came and sat on the arm next to him, rubbing his scalp.

“What did he do now?”

“He's just a stubborn arse. I finished the exam, passed by the way, top in the class,” he said, rubbing his forehead, “and then these guys come and tell me that Hartford said I cheated on my exam or something and made me retake it. I did just as well and they couldn't find any way that I could have possibly cheated but I could hardly walk.”

“I'm sorry, my day wasn't any better either. Being Head Healer isn't all its cracked up to be.”

There were several moments of silence as the couple stared into the fire, Hermoine tenderly stroking Harry's scalp as he took sips of beer with his eyes closed. Hermoine nearly jumped out of her skin when he spoke.

“I don't know if its worth it, Hermoine.”

“Not worth what?” she asked, her hand stopping its gentle circles in his jet black hair. He opened his eyes and sighed, swishing the beer around in the bottle.

“Training. I know I passed, I'm going to give it a try but…”

“But what, Harry?”

“All my life,” he sighed sitting up,” I've been fighting Death Eaters and Voldemort. It was expected so naturally I thought I should be an Auror. I just…I don't know if its what I want to do. I think the only reason I wanted to be an Auror was because it was what was expected of me…I want to do something for myself for once.”

“Like what?”

“I've been thinking,” Harry slid her into his lap,” about opening my own business…with a partner.” Hermoine looked at him, her curiosity aroused.

“Business? What kind?”

“A restaurant. At the Dursley's, I learned to cook. Now that I'm not forced to do it, I've actually gotten interested in it. Sometimes I'll pop into some classes and I've gotten really good. I was thinking of opening a Muggle Italian cuisine restaurant and maybe get in touch with some of Ron's Quidditch connections and try out for some teams…you know, do the things I never thought I'd do because I was an…Auror.”

“A restaurant is a huge investment Harry. You have to buy or rent the building, buy the food, staff, furniture, silverware, glassware, maintenance, insurance…who's looking to be your partner?”

“Ron, actually. You remember in Hogwarts he was the chess champion? He's good with numbers and strategy and kind of has a flare for marketing…I figured it'd be the perfect combination. You know, me doing the dirty work like cooking and stuff and him out on the front line advertising and such. What do you think?” Harry looked at her as she pondered.

“I think,” she spoke slowly,” that it's a great idea…as long as you remember what your getting into. I know your really well off Harry but its still really risky. I'll support you just…think what your going to do. It's a life altering decision.”

“I know. I've thought about it a lot. I'm going to give the Auror position a shot.”

“Ill do whatever you want Harry, I'm here for you.” Hermoine told him, catching his gaze. He looked at her for a long moment before nodding.

“I know.”

Hermoine walked into work the next day, tired from the long hours of talking she and Harry had done the night before.

“ Hi Millie,” she greeted the receptionist who returned her smile with one of her own, “any mail for me?”

“Yeah, just a few things. Slow day so far. Probably can slip out early.” She mentioned, handing Hermoine a bundle of envelopes. Hermoine laughed.

“We'll see. Thanks Millie, see you later.”

Hermoine brought her mail to her office, sitting down in her chair and rubbed her forehead. She looked fondly at the picture of her mother and father that sat on her desk near the numerous piles of various sizes of parchment.

“I miss you so much, mom.” She whispered, kissing her fingertip and pressing it to the picture. She stared at the frame for a few moments, reminiscing, before turning to the pile of parchment Millie had given her. Halfway through the pile, which mainly consisted of reports from the staff about patients and a few newsletters on new medical procedures and diseases, she found a bright red roll of parchment. Immediately, she thought it was a howler but a loud wailing voice did not erupt from it as she had expected. When she opened it, she immediately dropped the letter as if burned. A black powder had fallen from the parcel and onto her fingers where bright red welts were forming. Sharp pains shot up and down her hands into her wrists and her eyes started watering.

“Oh, ow ow ow ow…” she cried, dropping the letter and running to the sink in the adjoining exam room. She washed her hands with cold water, rinsing the remaining black specs off. The existing welts burst open and began bleeding when the water hit them. Now almost in tears, Hermoine rushed to Neville's office across the hall, kicking on the door.

“Neville! Help!” she cried and the door immediately swung open. He looked at her then noticed her bleeding hands and ushered her inside.

“What happened?” he asked as he rummaged through a cabinet next to his desk, bringing out several jars of ointment and bandages.

“I don't know, I opened a letter and all these black things fell out…they looked like Poisonous Wart caps but those are only found in Mexico…”

“Why'd you wash your hands? You know Poisonous Wart caps split when they get wet, if they were under your skin then they'd make you bleed.”

“I just wanted to get the rest off me, I wasn't thinking.” Hermoine sighed, Neville admistering the cool cream that would kill the Wart caps.

“Alright,” he said, wrapping her hand, “ that should do it. I'm going to give you this ointment to put on it for about a week.”

“I have to work though! I have so much paperwork!” Hermoine protested, sliding off the desk.

“I'll split it up and give it out to the trainees. You cant do anything without your hands. As your friend and fellow Healer, take my advice…go home. I'll call Harry to assist you.” Neville said, turning to the fireplace. Hermoine started to protest but the whoosh of green flames silenced her weak mumble.

“ Harry Potters apartment.” Neville said, sticking his head into the flames. Hermoine heard him conversing but couldn't hear what he said, his voice mumbled by the flames. A few minutes later he withdrew his head and the flames died.

“Harry will be here soon. In the meantime, show me the letter that you opened with the Wart cap's.” Neville said, helping her through the door. She showed him to her office and gestured at the red parchment.

“I didn't get to read what it said. Can you read it to me?” She asked as Neville picked it up with glove protected hands. As he read silently, his eyes widened and narrowed and he growled angrily at the end.

“I'll wait till Harry gets here and let you two read it together. It concerns you both. I think…I think someone's after you Hermoine.”

Hermoine looked at Neville, stunned, and looked back down at her bandaged hands.

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8. Back at One

A/N: Okay folks, sorry this is a long time coming, but I had…several different types of difficulties that I will spare you from having to listen to. In a nutshell, I had to retype this chapter and I'm praying ill get the other chapters back from my dead computer… So, if this isn't up to your standards, I apologize. I had to write fast to fit you guys in! So sorry, hope you enjoy though. It's going to be a fluffy chapter, with one flashback.

1 - one, you're like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, girl it's plain to see
That you're the only one for me and
Four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I'll start back at one.

Back at One, Brian McKnight

Harry strode swiftly along a cobblestone pathway leading up to a large house. Every step he took he got shakier and shakier, until his hand shook so much it was hard for him to hit the doorbell. He heard footsteps coming from the home and he broke out into a cold sweat. Sure, he had been here before, but for nothing as serious as this…Oh, if only Hermione knew. Ever since her encounter with the red parchment and the miscreant behind it, Harry knew for sure what he had to do. It took him about a week to get up the guts, but with a little help from Ron, found himself standing here, on the front porch, sweating.

The moment the door swung open, Harry James Potter knew there was no turning back now. The woman who greeted the door beamed brightly and gave him a hug that could have rivaled Mrs. Weasly's.

“Harry! How good to see you!” Mrs. Granger, Hermione's grandmother, said. She squeezed his arms and looked at him. “Your thin, have you been eating well?” Harry laughed and nodded.

“I've been eating fine, Grandma. Sorry it's been so long to visit, I can only stay for a bit. I need to see Mr. Granger, its rather urgent.” He said, the nervous feeling in his gut growing. Grandma gave him a sly smile and led him in the house. She showed him upstairs to a door. She paused before knocking, turning to Harry.

“My son is recovering still. The doctors are letting him work, but only at home. He's restless and not always in the best mood. I hope you catch him while he's happy. Good luck my boy,” and with a wink, the elderly woman went down the stairs. Harry breathed deeply, calming himself before knocking.

Harry sat quietly, watching the elderly man over the brim of his teacup. Ever since he had asked the life altering question, Mr. Granger had just sat there, looking at the small tray of chocolate chip cookies next to the sugar bowl. Needless to say, Harry nearly spilled the piping hot tea down his front when the man spoke.

“Why now, Harry?” he asked, still staring at the cookies as if they were the most interesting thing he had ever seen.

“I've been thinking about it a lot lately, actually. When I first realized it I was in the middle of a battlefield, watching her fall. That's when I was kind of hit with all my emotions…I think she gave me the strength that day to defeat Tom Riddle. Then there was…uh, the recent events,” Harry said, referring to the accident. Mr. Granger understood and nodded for him to continue, “And then this note we got...sir, I have to admit, I am not one to be easily scared by stupid threats fans write me…but this note scared me to death. It made me realize how much I don't want to lose her…then there's also the fact that I love her. You can read lines any where and they could be the corniest thing. Ron laughs every time we go to the market looking for a card or something…but what Ron doesn't know is that those cards aren't exactly far from the truth. They just…don't quite sum up how much I love your daughter, Mr. Granger.” Harry said. He sighed and sank back, having spoken his piece. He had a whole long speech prepared to give to Mr. Granger when he had come over here, but the sight of the six foot tall man was quit intimidating….even though he leaned his weight on crutches and walked around in old slippers.

There was a moment of silence where only the gentle crackling of the fire filled the room. Harry watched the steam rise from the cups as he nervously waited Mr. Granger's decision.

“Ever since Hermione was a little girl,” he sighed, finally meeting Harry's eyes, “I tried to protect her. My father was never good to me, and I was determined to give her everything I could. When we got that letter from Dumbledore when Hermione turned eleven…I was scared. Oh sure, I put on a smile and celebrated with everyone else…but I told my wife what I feared. We argued about it, she thought it would be good for Hermione to go and experience something new. She said it was probably safer there…I didn't want to go. I was selfish, Harry. I wanted to keep her under my roof, locked away so nothing could hurt her.

“When she came back after the first year, she was different. I could tell she looked at the world a lot differently. Before she had a child's view, that the world was a perfect, safe place that nothing could hurt her. She didn't say much, or much that her mother and I could follow, but I could tell she was happy. Oh, was she happy…she never stopped talking about her two new friends, Ron and Harry. We had read all about you.

“Then, in the second year, we were less than thrilled of having her away. When we found out what was going on at school…I was irate. I blamed everyone, Dumbledore, my wife for letting her go, myself for not making her stay…even you and Ron for not protecting her. I know you couldn't be everywhere at once, and you were so young then. When I heard how you saved her and nearly died, I was so grateful.

“At the end of your fourth and fifth years, however, I didn't want her to be near you, Harry. It seemed that where ever you went, something bad happened. This is because Hermione wouldn't, or couldn't, tell us of what was going on in her world. The worst feeling in the world is to know that your daughter has a lot going on and she can't tell you. It hurts.

“After Dumbledore died and you three made the decision not to go back to Hogwarts, I was livid. I didn't want her to see or hear from you again…I admit my actions and words were harsh and foolish. Thankfully, you and Ron found it in your hearts to forgive me. Now that you have defeated Voldemort, I have my little Hermione back. She is much more open and she seems happy…all thanks to you Harry. As much as I wanted to keep her sheltered, I'm so grateful that my wife made me let her go…because if I hadn't she would have never experienced things that are wonderful to experience, things that could make her the best woman she could be, enrich her brain with all sorts of…of wonderful things…” Mr. Granger had tears in his eyes as he grabbed Harry's hand, brown eyes meeting emerald, “but most importantly, Harry, she met you. So, my answer to your question... Yes Harry, you can marry my daughter…if she agrees. As long as you promise me, that you will cherish her and protect her in the best ways known to you. Only if you promise to support her and be there for her when I can't. You can have my daughters hand…if you promise to be true to her and love her forever.”

Harry stared at Mr. Granger and locked eyes. They sat in a moment of silence, the men shaking their hands.

“I promise.”

A/N: FINALLY!! I UPDATED!! Folks, I am so sorry for it taking so long and that it's so short. I had hardly any time to write this but I was determined to get it finished. Please forgive me for any mistakes I make…I hope you guys enjoyed it and a review, however short, is ALWAYS appreciated.

~~~ B.

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9. I knew I loved you

Maybe it's intuition
but some things you just don't question
Like in your eyes, I see my future in an instant
And there it goes,
I think I found my best friend
I know that it might sound
more than a little crazy
but I believe...

Savage Garden, I knew I loved you.

Hermoine sat in her office, scanning a document absently. Harry's peculiar behavior the past week had roused her curiosity…he was up to something and she wanted to know what. He had been very quiet, very secretive and often hid in his office for hours on end. He got jumpy when she mentioned the topic of dining out and he got defensive easily. She would catch him sending letters all hours of the night and not returning till early that morning.

She was so immersed in her thoughts that only the sound of an owl furiously tapping on the frosty window brought her back down to earth. Hastily she took off the green envelope from the bird and gave it some water. Ever since she got that letter from the `stalker', her mail had been stopped and searched at the Ministry. Harry had insisted on it. Though she wasn't happy at the state of her mail by the time she received it, she could tell Harry was upset about the letter and that this made him feel a little more comfortable about the fact that he couldn't watch her every moment, so she put up with it.

The owl hooted gratefully as it took off back into the blistering winds. Hermoine hardly noticed the gust of snow-laced wind that was scattering the papers across her office. She read the note quickly, it was inadequately short.

Love,

There is a surprise waiting for you at home. After work, head home and it will be ready by 4 p.m.

Dearest,

Harry.

Hermione's brow furrowed as she re-read the letter. If anything, her curiosity was roused even more.

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At 4, Hermione rushed home to her apartment. As the day had passed, she grew more and more curious to what Harry planned. During the day she had gone to lunch with Ginny, who was a wonderful listener, and returned back to her work and found a gorgeous crystal vase filled with 11 beautiful white roses without thorns. There was a no note but Hermoine knew who it was from.

Upon arriving at her apartment, Hermoine's barely contained excitement bubbled over and a high pitched squeal escaped her when she saw a box laying on her and Harry's bed. It was wrapped in delicate silver wrapping, tied with a white ribbon. On top rested the twelfth white rose and a small, light pink envelope. Hermoine beamed ear to ear as she hurried over and picked up the envelope. Nimble fingers slit the paper excitedly.

Dear Hermoine,

You've been working hard lately and I've decided to take you out for some fun. I know you've notice my peculiar behavior but I wanted it to be a surprise. First, you have to play a little `game' and follow the clues I give you. Hopefully it will be fun and make you smile.

Inside this box are your first surprises. I had a little help with them so I hope you like them. Please wear them tonight. Normally I wouldn't care what you'd wear but this is a very special occasion. We have much to celebrate, some of which you will find out later.

All my love,

Harry xoxo.

Hermoine placed this aside and carefully unwrapped the shiny parcel. Her excitement was eating away at her and her bones were tingling. The wrapping was so beautifully done that she didn't want to ruin it. Hermoine gasped; inside the box was the little black dress she had wanted for some time now. Every time she passed this little boutique on the way to lunch she would gaze at it longingly at it. She never did bother to check the price; she knew it would be too expensive even for her salary.

Hermoine gazed fondly at it as she pulled it carefully from its box; the material slid out as if she pulled water from a stream. Without hesitation she pulled her clothes off and changed her undergarments. She slid into the dress and fondly looked at herself in the mirror. It amazed her how it hugged her body carefully, showing her favorable features and covering the flaws. The low, drapey V-neck shoed just the right amount of cleavage so it was sexy, not trashy. The straps crossed in the back and left her arms bare. The dress hugged her hips and hung down to her knees. It was loose and flowy and light. The only jewelry she wore was her charm bracelet she had been putting together since she was little and a pair of diamond studs. She did her hair plainly; she left it down and curly. Next to the dress in the box was a pair of pencil thin, pointed closed-toe shoes.

Hermoine slipped on her shoe and felt a piece of paper in the toe. She pulled it out and finished putting on her shoe before reading it.

Hermoine,

By now you have finished getting dressed. At exactly 5:45 the charm I placed on the shoes will activate. They will take you on a short walk to our favorite spot. There, a familiar friend will be waiting with your next clue. Good luck! I suggest you grab a jacket, its cool outside.

Love you,

Harry.

Hermoine checked the watch on the wall. She had two minutes. She grabbed her long, white coat and pulled it on. She waited nervously by the front door when suddenly a slight tingling in her shoes alerted her to the activation of the charm. Her legs began moving of their own accord, leading Hermoine right down to the first floor, outside and up the street. The pace was light but steady. As she walked, she passed several couples strolling along enjoying the pretty snow decorated streets and shops. Little bistro's and café's were lit up with small, blinking Christmas lights and gave the street a friendly, movie-like appearance. Hermoine recognized her path; she was heading to the park around the block from her and Harry's apartment. It was confirmed when the tingling slowed to a stop as she crossed into the park. She looked around, unsure of what to do. As if on command, the wind blew slightly and two lines of small candle flames lit up, lighting a path. Hermoine smiled, knowing that it was Harry's doing. She followed the path, watching her step. The candles led her to an ancient, large weeping willow that sat on the bank next to the stream. Hermoine recognized it as the place Harry had finally asked her to be his girlfriend-officially.

Boldly she strode in and was taken aback. It was well lit; floating candles and fireflies illuminated the vast space the branches made. Her eyes were drawn to the large carving in the trunk of the tree; Harry had carved their initials in it on their 5 month anniversary. A disgruntled meow came from out of the canopy of the tree. Slowly a ginger-furred figure slunk down and landed lightly in front of Hermoine. Hermoine bent down and fondly scratched Crookshanks behind its ears.

“Crooks, what are you doing here?” she said. Her fingers hit a small bell and a ribbon. Hermoine found the ribbon tied to a small pink envelope. She untied the ribbon and opened the envelope, waiting for Harry's next instructions.

Hermoine,

So, having fun yet? I thought this place was a decent place for you to remember. It was a walk down memory lane for me. Can you believe it's almost been a year since I carved that tree? It's gone by so fast and I've been enjoying every minute of it.

Your next clue is to follow the candles. They are going to take you back to the road, near a telephone booth. I have arranged for a friend to come and pick you up to take you to your final destination. Be warned, I have instructed them to blindfold you. I don't want you to ruin your surprise. You will meet the taxi at 6:45 and arrive at 7:15. I assure you, you are in good hands.

See you soon,

Harry.

Hermoine smiled ear-to-ear as she put this note carefully inside her jacket pocket. She hurried to leave and get back to the candles. This time, they led her in a different direction. As she walked, candles lit up her path as she approached but extinguished once she had passed them. Hermoine had barely arrived at the phone booth before a sleek, black limo pulled up. A tall, grey haired man exited the car and hurried around the front to open the door for her.

“Good evening, Miss Granger. Could you turn around so I could blindfold you?” He asked, brandishing a long silver scarf. Hermoine nodded and turned around, shutting her eyes. She felt the cool silk slide over her face, covering her eyes but leaving the rest of her face open. He guided her into the car and shut the door carefully behind her. Hermoine sat and waited as he got back inside and started the car. After a moment or two he pulled away and some music filled the back seat. She recognized it as her favorite singer, Cyndi Lauper.

She let her mind wander to the surprise that was awaiting her at the end of her drive; it was amazing of what she could think of. She imagined wild clubs, romantic restaurants, and long moonlit strolls. She imagined Harry all dressed up, ready to greet her with a dozen roses and chocolate and her favorite novel.

She felt the car stopping and her stomach dropped and flopped excitedly. She couldn't wait to see where she was or more importantly, Harry. It had been nearly a day since they had sat and talked together, and almost two weeks since he hadn't been paranoid. Her car door opened and someone grabbed her elbow, gently leading her out of the limo.

“Hello, Hermoine.” A familiar voice said, the voice she knew was solely Harry's.

“Harry!! Take this blindfold off of me. I want to see you.”

“ Not yet honey, patience.” He took her hand and led her along a cemented walkway, to her final surprise.

Hermoine felt the air change from cool to warm and she could tell they walked into a building. From the echoing of her heels she could tell it was large and sparsely furnished. Harry kept leading her along through several doorways, finally pausing in a smaller, warmer room.

“This is it. Close your eyes. I'm going to take your blindfold off.” He said. She closed her eyes and felt the silk being removed from her face. She waited until he spoke again to open her eyes.

“Go ahead, open your eyes.” He said, stepping away. Hermoine obeyed, opening her eyes. The sight before her made her gasp.

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10. Everything She Does is Magic

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day
And ask her if she'll marry me in some old fashioned way
But my silent fears have gripped me
Long before I reach the phone
Long before my tongue has tripped me
Must I always be alone?

Everything She Does Is Magic, Sting and Police.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the other characters. I am just playing `House' with them, so please do not sue.

Hermoine was taken aback by the sight before her. There was a large ballroom, filled with people she knew and loved. Her father was there, leaning on a cane. The Weasly's were there, Ginny with her boyfriend RJ, Ron and a very pregnant Luna, Fred and George in stunning yellow and blue suits, Mr. and Mrs. Weasly waving happily from a round table, Bill and Fleur sat with Charlie and his new girlfriend Katie. One of her best friends, Brie, was there with her boyfriend Casey. Both were on the National Quidditch Team with Ron. Hagrid and Professor McGonagall were there too, both in Muggle attire. Hermoine was greatly relieved to see that Hagrid had ditched the hairy brown suit and found a better, normal looking suit. He resembled an overgrown travel salesman. Many of the order members, such as Moody, Lupin, and Tonks were there, standing by a table with food on it. Hermoine took in the room. It was a large room, decorated with long red curtains that hung from ceiling to floor. There was a main dancing floor in the center, a DJ table on one side. There were stairs on either side of the floor, wrapping around the dance floor to where Hermoine was standing. Off to the left and right of Hermoine there were smaller rooms where there were many tables set up. Hermoine saw colleagues, friends (both Muggle and magical), and family sitting in these tables.

And, for the first time in history, Hermoine Jane Granger was speechless. She turned to Harry who was watching her, his features emotionless, studying her. She looked at him, back to the group watching her intently, then back at him and shook her head, moth agape.

“What...what's all this?” she asked when she found her voice.

“This, my dear, is a party. And you are the guest of honor.” He said smiling. Hermoine looked at him and slowly a thousand-watt smile broke out. She gave him a big hug and a peck on the cheek.

“You did all this? How? When?” She stuttered, still slightly astonished that this had happened without her knowledge.

“I didn't do it by myself. I had help. I'll explain later, but let's go sit. Dinners about to be served, it's your favorite.” Harry said, leading her by the small of her back to a table surrounded by their friends. They had a small table, just enough room for the two of them, with two candles in the middle. Harry pulled her chair out for her and pushed it in for her as she sat. He sat down and looked at her over the candles. She was looking at him adoringly.

“I can't believe you did all this! Its amazing, Harry. Where are we?” she asked, looking around. It was surprisingly quiet, considering the amount of people who were there.

“This,” Harry gestured around, “is my new restaurant….or, part of it. This is the ballroom suite of the restaurant. It's the only part that's finished. And this,” he said, gesturing to the waiter bearing food, “is one of the specialties. I knew it was your favorite and I whipped it up earlier. My assistant chef just put the final touches on it.”

Hermoine stared at him again, looking at him then her plate then back at him. She found it hard to absorb that this was Harry's restaurant, which he had planned without her knowing, and that so many people came. She came back to earth by Harry nudging her hand.

“How do you like it?” he asked. Hermoine, who hadn't touched the lasagna, picked up her fork and took a bite. She closed her eyes and chewed slowly, savoring the flavor.

“It's…amazing Harry! I never knew you got so good at cooking!” she said enthusiastically. He beamed at her and nodded.

“I took a few classes but I didn't really like how structured they were. I like to experiment and stuff. So I started cooking with Mrs. Weasly and some of her friends in her cooking club that she joined. They helped me learn and Ron was my taste tester. I made up a lot of stuff and some was better than others. Ron seemed particularly partial to my chocolate and peanut butter mousse cake. He ate almost a whole one. The women in that club were great and so friendly. That's where I went whenever I disappeared…I asked Mrs. Weasly to keep it quiet because it was a surprise.” He said, taking a bite.

“I was wondering where you were going… I was getting nervous when you wouldn't come back for a while.” She confessed, sipping her wine.

“Well, now you know….so what do you think?” he asked. She set down her wine and took her time thinking about her words.

“Harry…I absolutely love it.” She said, beaming. He smiled back and picked up his wine glass to her. She smiled and raised her glass to his.

“Cheers.” He said, smiling at her as he took a sip. “So, how do you like your dress? Was it the right size?”

“I love it!” she gazed at it fondly, “How did you know I wanted it so bad?”

“I had help on that. Ginny told me that you would stare at it when you went out for lunch. She said that you tried it on once but you didn't buy it. She told me your size and that it looked stunning on you…she was right. You look beautiful tonight.”

Hermoine blushed and smiled. “Thanks, I really love this dress. I didn't get it because I knew it was expensive…why'd you get it?”

“I knew you liked it and it was a special occasion tonight?”

“What's the occasion? Your restaurant?”

“That too.” He said, smiling deviously. Hermoine looked at him curiously but he just smiled and winked at her.

The dinner was very pleasant and Hermoine enjoyed herself immensely. As the clock hit nine, music began to play. Hermoine saw a DJ had appeared behind the table and she felt like dancing. Harry had apparently thought the same thing because he got up and asked her to dance. Soon, there were people of all ages on the floor. The majority of the floor where the couple's friends- Brie, Casey, Ron, Luna, Seamus, Dean, Neville, Lavender, Parvati- and a lot of their colleagues. The music was loud and they were caught up in the beat of the songs as they reverberated around the room, grinding and bumping and moving to the music. The temperature of the room rose dramatically after endless songs. Finally, a slow song came on. Harry immediately turned to Hermoine. She was waiting for him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He put his hands on her waist as the slow melody caressed their ears. There were several couples dancing on the floor. Ron and Luna looked comical, Ron trying to wrap his arms around her vast stomach and her trying to get her arms around her waist. They just settled on Ron resting his hands on her sides and her leaving her hands on his shoulders. McGonagall was dancing with Hagrid and her head hardly came up to his elbow. Lupin and Tonks were dancing together, Brie and Casey were dancing as close as they could get, her head rested on his shoulder and his cheek rested against the side of her head. Brie's eyes were closed and Casey's were drooping as they rocked back and forth.

Harry was thankful that he was sweaty so Hermoine couldn't tell that he was nervous. The little box in his pant pocket felt as if it weight 100 pounds and Harry decided to do it now before he lost his nerve. In the middle of the chorus he stepped back. Hermoine looked at him, her eyes wondering why he left her embrace. He took her hand and kissed her knuckles.

“Hermoine…at dinner you asked me why I threw this party.” He said. As he spoke several of the couples had slowed dancing and looked at them. “I told you it was because of my opening this restaurant, but I actually had a bigger motivation. I asked everyone to be here tonight because I felt this should be shared with everyone we love.

“We met nearly 12 years ago. You helped me through so many problems that I know I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. I was stupid, I didn't realize what I had until it was almost gone. That's when I decided that I couldn't lose you. In the past month we've had a new threat to our lives emerge, but I'm not going to let anything happen to you. I love you Hermoine.” Harry said. Hermoine's eyes were watering and her heart was pounding a mile a minute. Her stomach was filled with butterflies and she felt distinctly light as Harry knelt down in front of her. He held her hand as he gazed up at her, his hand going to his pocket. He pulled out a small black box and opened it.

“Hermoine Jane Granger…will you marry me?” He asked, offering the ring to her. She gazed at it; it was the most breathtaking piece of jewelry she had seen. (http://www.americusdiamond.com/images/ad5777.jpg)

“Oh Harry!” she said, her hand over her heart. “I don't know what to say…” she whispered. Harry smiled weakly up at her.

“Well, yes would be appreciated.”

“Of course! Yes, yes I'll marry you!” she said ecstatically. He slipped the ring on her finger with slightly shaking fingers and she hugged him as he stood. He spun her around and placed her gently down, sharing a sweet kiss. By this time, the whole room who had been watching broke into an enthusiastic applause, mingled with some wolf cries-compliments of Fred and George. Hermoine was flocked by women who wanted to see her ring and Harry got pats on the back, firm handshakes, kissed cheeks, ruffled hair and bear hugs. Mr. Granger congratulated him on his `catch' and told him that he was glad Harry would be joining his family.

After most of the excitement died down, the music could be heard once again and more people joined in with the dancing. Hermoine kept looking at her hand and gazing at her ring, as if she stopped looking at it that it would somehow walk off her finger.

“Harry…you are amazing you know that?” she said as they danced slowly to another song the DJ dedicated to them.

“I did know that but a man likes to hear it now and again.” He said cheekily. Hermoine laughed and gave him a peck on his lips.

“You really caught me off guard…I had no idea you were going to propose. Let me say, I'm glad you did.” She smiled, “and it was perfect. This has been the best night of my life.”

“Same here.”

“I love you Harry.”

“I love you more.”

“You wish.”

As the song switched from a slow, romantic tune to a fast paced techno song, the couple still danced together closely entwined as they enjoyed their new found peace with each other. Hermoine gazed at her ring again, dwelling on how lucky she was to have a guy like Harry.

A/N: Well, there you have it =o). Harry popped the question. Sorry it was so short, but I felt that this was an appropriate place to end it. I was going to end it right after he asked, but I didn't think your nerves could stand it. This is the link to Hermoine's ring: http://www.americusdiamond.com/images/ad5777.jpg

In case you wanted to see it. Please, read and review. A review a day keeps the doctor away!

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11. Valentine

If there were no words no way to speak

I would still love you if there were no tears

No way to feel inside

Id still feel for you and

Even if the sun refused to shine

Even if romance ran out of rhyme

You would still have my heart until the end of time.

You're all I need my love my valentine.

-Valentine, Martina McBride.

A/N: So sorry it's been taking me a while to update, life continues to come at me fast and it's been hard for me to deal with a lot that's come my way. This chapter is going to be light and fluffy and hopefully fun. You'll meet some new faces and get to know them. The focus is still on Harry and Hermoine, but in order to enjoy this story you really have to meet their friends. Please, Read and Review…a review a day keeps the doctor away…flames will only be used to light a bon fire. Enjoy!

The whole night Hermione couldn't stop glancing at the gorgeous ring on her finger. She and Harry had discussed marriage, both didn't have a doubt in their mind that they wouldn't wed each other, but she had never expected him to propose to her—and certainly not in such an extravagant fashion. All her friends and family (save her mother) and those she cared for were there, smiling and dancing while enjoying each others company. Hermione watched them as she took a break from the dancing for a moment to get a cocktail. She watched her friends from her past; Ginny, Neville, the twins, Ron, Luna and Harry mingle with her friends she had made recently; Brie, Casey, Jacob, and Kelsey. They were all special to her. Each made her life rich and entertaining.

Brie was on the Quidditch Team with Ron. Hermione met Brie through Ron one day when the team threw a banquet for Ron who had been named the MVP. The girls hit it off quickly, finding many similarities about each other. Brie was one of the Chasers for the Cannons; she worked with Jacob and Kelsey seamlessly. That trio had been together since they were still in diapers. She was tall, athletic and lean. Brie was 5'9'', much taller than Hermoines humble 5'6'', and she had thick, wavy, long brown hair that, coupled with her tan complexion gave her an exotic look. Despite being well endowed and having one of the figures women all over the country the thing that seemed to leave the biggest impression was the eyes. She had `ocean eyes' as Jacob called them. They were filled with every shade of blue and green you could imagine. Hermoine loved Brie to death for several reasons, including her fierce loyalty to those she befriended, she was always happy and optimistic, and her almost obsessive single-mindedness and competitive spirit. She was outgoing and was the girl who could be found in the middle of a group of boys, cool as a cucumber. Brie was far from perfect though, she had a short, fierce temper and single-minded to a fault. She would never back down from a challenge, she was too stubborn. She also put walls around her heart, she never let anyone get to close to her…she did have the occasional fling but her last steady relationship ended on an extremely bad note—he had cheated on her with her biggest rival from the Harpies team. Brie hadn't shared much of her past with Hermione, Hermione supposed it wasn't something she liked to revisit often, but she had shared it with Jacob and Kelsey who had been with her through most of their youth. She also confided in Harry because he was a fellow spirit in that sense, they both had a dark past but you wouldn't have guessed by the person they had become today.

Casey was from Ireland. He had moved to England after he had graduated from his Wizarding School when he was 18. He had met Jacob in an alley behind a bar—they had both heard a gang of punks harassing another person. They had teamed up and scared the boys off. After that they had become close friends. Jacob introduced Casey to Brie and Kelsey. They also got him the spot of Beater on the Cannons. His slight Irish accent attracted many girls and the fame from being one of the best players on the number one team in the country only made his fan group bigger than ever. He was quite tall, about 6'2'', with short brown hair and bright blue eyes. He was lean, strong and quick. Hermione and Casey got on quite well; he was quite polite and caring. She did notice that he was quite the sweet-talker and had a way with the ladies but he was always respectful and understanding. Watching him now, she suspected that he had stolen a certain `ocean eyed' girl's heart…

Casey tended to be a bit of a partier and he had done more than any of Hermione's friends by far. He came from a rougher part of town than Hermione had grown up in and had seen a lot more. He enjoyed fighting and didn't mind starting one. His temper wasn't something to play with; she had seen what he could do to those who pushed his buttons. Casey wasn't a headstrong boy who had the idea that he was invincible; he fought in defense of those who couldn't fight back or to stick up for his friends (he had been thrown out of clubs for fighting when guys would hit on Brie, Kelsey or Hermione.) The girls loved him, the guys hated him.

Jacob was very similar to Casey that was probably why they had hit it off so well. Jacob was as tall as Casey with short brown hair, brown eyes, and quite tan from spending so much time on the Quidditch pitch. He had the best manners out of all the boys, the perfect gentleman. He was always respectful and charming. He didn't party as much as Casey or Brie, but he did go out clubbing with the team often. He was quieter than some of his fellow team-mates but he still had his fair share of fans. Jacob was probably the most artistic out of them all; he enjoyed writing (like Brie) and drawing. You wouldn't have guessed that he had such a sensitive side if you had met him—he didn't like anyone except his closest friends to know of his hobbies. He loved the air, thanks to his dad who had been a pilot before he had passed away. Jacob was in the air more than he was on the ground. He was extremely intense, however. There was no reasoning with him if he had his mind set on something there was hardly any hope of changing his mind. He tended to have the mindset of being invincible and that he was going to live forever.

Kelsey was gorgeous. She had long blonde hair and pretty green eyes. She was as tan as Brie, with straight white teeth and a lean, athletic body. She was a wonderful friend, Hermione found, to take shopping with or ask advice about on men. Kelsey was no stranger to the opposite sex, she always had a boyfriend even though the relationships hardly ever lasted (she got bored, Kelsey claimed after each). She had the reputation of a heartbreaker, something she denied but everyone knew was true. Hermione didn't really have much in common with her but the girls still got along famously—Brie, Kelsey and Hermione could be found lounging by the pool of the Cannons team house where Ron, Jacob, Casey, Brie, Kelsey and the other beater, Ryan, lived. Kelsey had plenty of good features but she tended to be a bit vain and cocky. Her friends put up with it though, they loved her too much.

Hermione mused about her life and how much it had changed since they had left school when they were sixteen. Their sixth year seemed to put things in a more realistic perspective and opened her eyes to what was really happening beyond those ancient castle walls. She had been a bookworm back then, still was, but back then she had never really realized that they were in the middle of something much bigger than she had wanted. It never really hit home that the war revolved around Harry—when she finally realize it took her a while to accept. It wasn't until they had found Slytherins locket in Grimmauld Place that she finally began to understand the amount of danger she and her best friends were in. When Harry finally faced Voldemort for the final time, she hated to admit that she was expecting the worst. She didn't want to have her hopes shot down. When the smoke had cleared and Hermione could see properly again, it's an understatement to say that she was astonished to see Harry standing over the motionless body of the evilest wizard of their time.

Now, here in this hall Hermione looked at her future. She was going to marry the man of her dreams, her job couldn't be more fulfilling, Harry was going to finally have that job he always wanted and a family they both dreamed of. They were only 23 but they still wanted to start a family. Most adults their age were still looking to have fun and party. Hermione had wanted a family since the day she fell in love with Harry—she knew it was what he desired deep down and that she wanted to be the one who gave him just that. The only thing that bothered her was the note she had received a week ago. She had read it so often that she knew it by heart.

`The-Boy-Who-Lived'

You disgust me. All you do is flash that hideous scar on your forehead and you're famous instantly. People like you smother people like me—the people who deserve to be noticed. I hate you; you don't deserve anything of what you have. What do you have that I don't?

I've been watching you. I've seen you with that pretty mudblood Granger…you two disgust me. I've seen you walking out of your apartment on Main Street, visiting that quaint café, flirting shamelessly with the waitresses there. I've seen you at that club and how close you two dance, its sickening. I know the look you give her; it was the same look I gave my wife before you murdered her in cold blood. Your in love with her…You took away everything I loved - my wife, my family, and my home—its time you get something you care about taken away from you. Watch your back, I'll be watching you.

At first Hermione thought it was a silly note, written sloppily and at first glance wasn't that threatening. Upon further thought however, it became quite scary. How would this person know where they lived? What club they went to almost every Friday? How he looked at her? What café they went for lunch for every week? The thought of someone watching her scared her, it made her feel violated. If this psycho path was watching their every move, who knows what they've seen…what they could do. It was as if Hermione was trying to fight something that wasn't their. The damage this person could do to Hermione and her friends was terrifying—pictures taken in the wrong context could be sold to magazines for quite a high price and completely trash the trio's reputation. The person, man or woman, who was stalking them, could get into their apartment…who knows what they would do. Hermione wouldn't tell Harry her fears; she knew he had thought of them already. She confided in Brie and Kelsey though, they agreed that they didn't want her home alone. Hermione was always conveniently accompanied by one of her friends when they could. She wasn't scared, no it took a lot more than a silly note with some stupid pus in it to frighten the girl who had been face-to-face with evil quite a bit but that didn't mean that she couldn't take precautions.

“Hello, anyone home?” a voice said from her right. Hermione jumped, she had forgotten where she was. Ron smiled next to her, shaking his hair out of his eyes.

“Oh Ron, I'm sorry, I was spaced out.” Hermione apologized smiling at him.

“It's alright. I tried to get you alone to congratulate you but you never seemed to leave Harry's side.”

“Thanks Ron,” Hermione smiled, “It means a lot.”

“Congratulations. You guys were made for each other.'

“I know.” Hermoine said, watching Harry spin Professor McGonagall around on the dance floor, her bun starting to lose its tight hold. “He's great.”

Ron watched her as she looked at her fiancé.

“He loves you a lot you know.”

“I know.” Hermoine said quietly turning back to her best friend. “You know, it's been too long since you and I sat and chatted. You have always been busy with Quidditch or Luna. How about you come with me to lunch tomorrow? Take an hour off from training; I'm sure Joe wouldn't mind. Just you and me, no Harry or Luna or any of the team…What do you say?” Hermione offered, sipping her martini. Ron smiled.

“I'd like that very much. How about Café Bistro, it's near the pitch and you can Apparate to the stadium and we'll walk there together? How's that sound?”

“It sounds fantastic. I'm excited already. Can you believe that this is Harry's restaurant? I didn't even know he had found a place. He told me he was going in to the Ministry but I guess he's been coming here and decorating.” Hermione stated looking around the ballroom.

“Yeah, I've been helping a bit. Brie and Ginny have been helping him pick out some of the paint and decorations—Harry's not really into that sort of stuff. There are a lot of Jacobs's paintings up on the wall, like that one over there.” Ron pointed to a large painting of a bridge over a bubbling stream in the middle of autumn. It was very well done. “He had those stored up in the attic and I guess Harry found them one day and asked if he could use them. He made us keep it a secret from you though; we knew he wanted it to be a surprise. None of us knew he was going to pop the question though…he only told me after he visited your father.”

“He went to my dad?”

“Yeah, he said he wanted to get his permission or something.” Ron told her, ordering a Bloody-Mary from the bartender behind them. Hermione beamed as she watched Harry wink at her over his new dancing partner, Professor Sprout, as they did a clumsy waltz around the floor.

“What did I do to deserve him?” she whispered to herself. She laughed as he bumped into Hagrid, nearly falling over.

Ron turned back to her after receiving his drink and smiled.

“She's something isn't she?” he asked, referring to his new wife Luna who was talking animatedly to Tonks who looked a bit green.

“That she is. You know, I would never have guessed that you two would end up together. I remember that you were intimidated by her in Hogwarts.”

“Intimidated? Me?” Ron's eyes widened as he tapped his hands on his chest. “She didn't scare me, Hermione. I was just a little unprepared for her. She was unusual.”

“She still is but I've come to enjoy it. Before we used to be at each others throats, now we enjoy each others different view on things. I think we sort of helped each other out. She made me think outside of the box a little.”

“Yeah. I know a lot of what she says is farfetched but I find it sort of cute.”

Hermione laughed. “You're so whipped Ron. It's adorable.” Ron turned red and drained the rest of his drink in one gulp. He finished with a loud smack and gave Hermione a wet kiss on her cheek before running off to get Luna for a dance. Left alone again Hermione went back to observing but only shortly. Soon her dad joined her.

“Hey there sweet heart.” He said, sliding slowly into a stool next to her.

“Hey dad. Are you enjoying yourself?” she asked turning towards him.

“I am, very much.” He nodded.” That Headmistress of yours is quite entertaining. I had a nice conversation with her during dinner. I would never know she was a witch if I had just met her.”

“Can you see why she was my favorite teacher while I was in school?”

“Yes. She's quite pleasant.” He agreed. He paused and looked at her. Hermoine saw that his eyes were glassy with tears and she immediately felt the tingling in her nose that told her tears were coming “Congratulations baby. Harry is a good man; he'll take care of you. I'm glad you found each other.”

“I love you daddy. I head Harry came to ask you permission—I'm so glad you agreed. I really love him dad.”

“I know you do, Bun.” He smiled at her, stroking her hair. “You two will be together for a long time, I can tell. You remind me so much of your mother; she always had a passion for people.”

Hermione's eyes were blurring with unshed tears now.

“Daddy, I wish she could have been here. I really miss her. It's hard when I think `Oh I have to go tell mom!' yet I can't.”

“I know it is. I miss her too. Mom wouldn't have wanted us to be miserable though. She loved you very much and don't think for one second that she would miss your wedding day. You may not be able to see her but she'll be there.”

“I know.” Hermoine said, dabbing away tears that were threatening to fall. She took in a deep breath, closing her eyes to calm herself. “Dad, I want you to pick a song to dance to with me.”

“Honey, I've had just the song in mind since you started dating.” He smiled rubbing her cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“What is it?” she asked, leaning into his warm, strong hand.

“Do you remember that song I would always listen to when you were little?”

“Vaguely.”

“It's called Butterfly Kisses.”

“But dad, that song makes you get all weepy.”

“I know, but now I understand where he's coming from. I don't think any other song would actually fit.” He said.

“Alright, Dad.”

“Would you like to dance?” he said. Hermoine nodded and finished her drink, standing up. Her dad got to his feet slowly and pulled her into a big hug. Hermoine hugged back, her eyes tearing up again. She closed her eyes again, breathing in her dads scent, calming down. When he pulled back he kissed her gently on her forehead then led her to the dance floor where their friends and family danced.

“You know, Dad that you're always going to be the number one man in my life, right?” Hermione said in the middle of their dance. Her dad looked down at her, slightly surprised. He smiled after a moment.

“I know baby. I love you.”

“I love you too, Dad.”

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12. As Long As You Love Me

Although loneliness has always been a friend of mine
I'm leaving my life in your hands
People say I'm crazy and that I am blind
Risking it all in a glance
And how you got me blind is still a mystery
I can't get you out of my head
Don't care what is written in your history
As long as you're here with me

I don't care who you are
Where you're from
What you did
As long as you love me
Who you are
Where you're from
Don't care what you did
As long as you love me

-As long as you love me, Backstreet boys

The Wizarding world was in an uproar. Women of all ages were crying, pictures of the happy, newly-engaged couple smiling up from the front page of newspapers and magazines. Gossip columnist and financial reporters alike were writing about this long-expected, extravagant engagement. Men all over the country were feeling either relieved or sharing in the women's disappointed-Harry wasn't the only beloved figure in the Wizarding community. Hermione had found her way into many of the public's hearts through her volunteer work and constant involvement in charity work.

Meanwhile, the Wizarding favorite bride-to-be wasn't enjoying her morning. She had been awakened far too early for her standards by a large barn owl that bore a Howler from a mother in Ireland, complaining of how Hermione had stolen Harry from her daughter. This was the first of many letters that found its way into the small apartment. Even after Hermione had locked the windows and doors, letters came through the oddest of openings- sink filters, down the chimney, under the doorway- and the pile got larger and larger. After a while, Hermione gave up trying to read them all and just dumped them into a large trash bag when they arrived. Thankfully Brie and Ginny stopped by to help and they managed to weed out the bad letters from the ones that actually wished the couple congratulations and the best of luck. Hermoine made a note to keep these letters so she could respond to them later, thanking them for their acceptance.

Harry had to leave early, knowing that if he took his normal route he wouldn't make it to the restaurant on time. He had a meeting with Kingsley today at noon, apparently for something of high importance, and he had a lot of work to do before then. He had got a couple of friends from various places to help him finish the restaurant; the last thing they had to do was set up the furniture and wire the cooking fixtures in the large kitchen. Hermione had insisted on a tour of the restaurant after the party the night before, when everyone had left. It was an understatement to say that she was impressed. It was the most charming, unique restaurant she had been in and it hadn't even been finished. There were several different rooms, all connected by one big room in which the majority of the patrons would dine in. Besides the ballroom which was only available by rental there were two other large rooms that were very convenient for large, private parties or dances. The ballroom was the only room that had been finished, so Harry asked Hermione to help him plan out the rest of the restaurants decorations providing that they flowed with the Ballroom. She agreed to help him in her spare time.

Ron had stopped by to pick her up for lunch. He knew that they had agreed to meet at a place near the stadium, but he said that there were women swarming around in hopes that Ron would take them to Harry or Hermione. She wasn't sure if she should laugh or be concerned at the female population's reaction to her engagement to Harry. Either way, she didn't mind much. She could handle the letters…most of them. She was a bit nervous about getting another letter from the stalker, knowing this would be a perfect opportunity to strike. Thankfully the Ministry reported that they hadn't found an incriminating letter so far but that they would continue to screen her mail.

Hermione and Ron decided to leave the magical world for their luncheon and dine at a small diner outside of her hometown. They managed to get a small booth in the front of the restaurant near the windows, the fresh noon sunlight warming the booth as they waited for their drinks.

“How is everything going, Ron?”

“It's absolutely amazing. I honestly couldn't ask for anything better in my life right now.” He replied, looking casually through the menu.

“That's wonderful to hear. Hows things with Ginny? Last time I heard you two had had row.”

“Eh, things are alright I guess. Mum made us make up, she didn't like us arguing. So the air is clear between us but I'm still not happy about her dating that git.”

“Ginny must see something in Draco that we missed. She's a smart girl Ron, she wouldn't date a loser. Give him a chance; he must not be as bad as you think.”

“I don't know. I don't want her getting mixed up in some of the riffraff I know he's done. He's no saint.”

“Nobody is perfect,” Hermione shrugged, “but you have to try to cut him slack. Your sister is stubborn; if you don't want him around she'll make sure he stays around just to spite you. She's happy Ron. You should be happy for her and suck it up.”

“Do you believe that yourself?” Ron asked

“Not really, but it sounds good doesn't it.” She smiled, laughing softly. Ron grinned back at her shaking her head.

“You're a piece of work, you know. But any way, what's going on with our new Healer over here. Finally passed that exam?” he said, twisting around to get the sun out of his eyes.

“Yes, it wasn't as hard as I expected.”

“Says the girl who studied for it for three weeks.”

“Only two!”

“Yeah, whatever you say Hermione.”

The argument was disrupted upon the arrival of drinks. The two enjoyed a relaxing lunch with each other, talking about what's been going on and catching up on good times. By the end, Ron paid and then rushed off to make it back to practice where the coach was showing them the new plays for their next match against the Harpies.

Hermione decided to stop by a local book store, now that exams were over she decided to take a day to herself to relax and unwind before she sent in applications for jobs at various places. The bookstore was in the center of town, a short walk from the diner. Hermione enjoyed the sights of her old town as she strolled along, waving to familiar faces and greeting those she didn't know.

The bookstore was very small and quaint. It was much darker than the diner had been, sunlight came in through small slits from the paper that covered the windows at the front of the shop; the owner claimed that the sun bleached out the books. Hermione greeted Mrs.Halloway, the elderly owner, on her way back to her favorite section of the store-Nonfiction. She loved reading biographies and real life tales more than fiction. While she enjoyed the imagination of fiction authors, there was something intoxicating about real life stories that kept her enchanted. Maybe it was the reality that this actually happened to someone, somewhere, once. She didn't know, but she couldn't help but find stories of hair-raising escapes and life changing experiences. She often considered writing down her life experiences and publishing them but she wasn't sure if she really wanted to let the world into her private life. Harry had been through much more of an ordeal than she had, the war was not easy on him at all and he didn't need the world to know…or maybe they should. It may help to let them know what he went through to give them an understanding of why they should leave him be. Crazed fans still sent him letters, years after his defeat of Tom Riddle, with crazy ideas and marriage proposals. Hermione smiled and glanced at her finger again, admiring her ring.

“Hermione? Hermione Granger?” a voice said from behind her. She jumped and whirled around, coming face to face with a tall man. She looked at his familiar face, trying to remember where she had met him from.

“Yes?” she said, backing up a bit.

“I'm Rick, Rick Bludaw. We went to grammar school together, till we were eleven. Do you remember me? I was the short chubby boy who ate the paste.”

“Rick! Oh I do remember you! Wow, it's been some time! You look much different than last time we met.” She said, remembering her childhood friend.

“Ha-ha, well I would hope I changed. The last time I saw you, you wore your hair in pigtails. You've changed a lot since then too.”

“Wow, this is a coincidence. How have you been doing?” she asked conversationally.

“I've been doing well, I just graduated from college with a PHD and I'm seeing this great girl, Melinda.” He said, leaning against a shelf full of Encyclopedias. “How have you been?”

“Well, I'm hanging in there. Life's been shaping up for me recently; I got engaged just last night actually.” She said, showing him her ring. His eyes widened and she thought she saw a flash of jealousy flash across his features but dismissed it for a trick of the light.

“Wow, congratulations! Who's the lucky boy?”

“Harry Potter, I've known him since I was, well, eleven.”

“Wow, that's a long time. Well, it was nice seeing you again but I really must be off. Let's keep in touch, alright? We should meet up again, catch up on old times, what do you say?”

“Sure, sounds like a plan.” Hermione agreed. He said goodbye, without leaving a method of contacting him. Hermoine just shrugged and went back to finding a book.

She stumbled into her apartment later that day, flicking on the switch to turn the lights on. She dropped the grocery bags on the island in the kitchen and went back to the hallway to hang up her jacket and take off her shoes. She turned around to head back to the kitchen when a red object caught her eye. On the table near the door there was a plain white envelope with a dead red rose lying on top. She could see a searing red on the thorns and judging by the smell that she picked up on, the thorns had been poisoned. What she was more interested in was the envelope—another letter from the stalker.

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Rain on Me

1. Rain on Me

2. A/N.

3. Lean on Me

4. I will remember you

5. Angel

6. A Voice Within

7. A/N (again)

8. Back at One

9. I knew I loved you

10. Everything She Does is Magic

11. Valentine

12. As Long As You Love Me

13. Authors Note: Important - PLEASE READ!!