A/N: Alright, this is it guys. The ending. Thanks for the response I got to this story. And I'm thinking of making it longer if I need a break from the Footsteps world I created. Again, thanks for the reviews. Roman.
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FOUR: THOUSANDS OF THANKYOUS
Harry quickly rubbed away the tears that blossomed in his eyes. 'I certainly am a lucky man, I just hope I
haven't pissed it all away.'
Looking up he was startled by the large green eyes staring back at him. Dobby was standing directly in front of him, tears in his elf eyes. He reached out and put his little hand over the one Harry had resting on his knee.
"Harry Potter, sir, you is scaring Dobby." The little house-elf told him quietly.
Harry sighed and leaned back in his chair, "I'm sorry Dobby, I didn't mean to scare you, I'm just upset."
"It is not Dobby that Harry Potter should say sorry to. Dobby didn't mean to listen in, but you and Mistress was yelling rather loudly."
"That's alright, Dobby."
"Dobby will get you some tea, Harry Potter sir. Miss Hermione would be very upset that you is drinking."
Dobby tottered away towards the kitchen, leaving Harry alone again. Closing his eyes, a thousand memories flashed across his closed eyelids.
Looking up at Hermione from his vantage point on one knee at her feet, his mothers engagement ring in his hand, his whole life hanging on whether the tear running down her face was a good sign or a bad one.
The first fight of their married life, yelling at eachother so hard that magic was crackling in the air around them. Him cutting off her angry retort by crushing his lips to hers, her instant response, wrapping her arms around his neck. Taking her right there on the living room floor.
Feeling her warm hands snake around his waist as he stared out at the night sky thanking his lucky stars. Her whispering in his ear that she had something to tell him. And those magic words that made his heart come alive with more joy than he thought was possible, "I'm pregnant."
Walking into the nursery so early one morning it was still dark and leaning against the doorframe to revel in the starlight washing over her as she sat in the rocking chair, humming softly, James in her arms.
The feel of her skin pressed up against his as he held her off the ground in the shower, the hot water running down her neck, her cries and the mix of pain and pleasure as she left scratches down his back.
Not even having to hear the words as she pressed his hands over her stomach and smiled at him, he instantly understanding the wordless gesture.
Spending an entire night by Hermiones bed in St. Mungos, his son asleep next to his mother, he holding his newborn daughter, his tears spilling on her tiny face. Looking over at his sleeping wife and thanking anyone that would listen for the gift of this beautiful woman in his life and the wonders that she's given to him.
Running his hand under a silk bathrobe as they both looked out over early morning Paris, taking in her sweet scent and preparing himself to leave the beautiful city they'd spent a magnificent week, barely leaving the hotel room.
Watching her follow James into the room, Katie in her arms, after his return from one of his long trips playing quidditch. The taste of her kiss that he'd missed so much.
Gently running his hand over her bare back, thinking she's asleep then smiling softly when she turns her head to him and looks straight through his eyes and deep into his soul. Then hearing her whisper, "I think I'm pregnant again."
Silently laughing at her attempt to separate four year old twins tearing into each other. Barely containing his amusement as she grabs one in each arm, them still trying to get at eachother.
The tears running down her face as they stand waving off their babies at Platform nine and three quarters. Holding her closely after he finds her in the twins' room crying.
The pride in her eyes when James holds up his Head Boy badge, the pride in his when he informs them he was made quidditch captain.
Thousands of little moments; the blush on her cheeks while he's trying to teach her to drive and she reverses into the carport, the two of them laughing together after getting caught in the rain, seeing her walk down the steps in a tight black dress, the kiss she gave him in congratulations when England won the world cup, the look in her eyes everytime they made love.
Harry snapped his head up so fast he got dizzy for a moment. He quickly stood and pushed past Dobby who'd barely managed to keep hold of the tray of tea he was carrying. He ran to the fireplace and yelled, "The Burrow!"
In a quick swirl he found himself stumbling out of the fireplace at the Weasleys. Mrs Weasley looked up from where she'd been magically scrubbing the nights dinner plates.
"Harry, dear, I was wondering when you'd arrive." She said quietly as she moved and embraced him.
"Where's Hermione?" He asked in a rush.
"On the couch, sleeping. Take her home, Harry, apologize in the morning."
They quietly moved into the small living room of the Burrow and Harrys heart skipped another beat as he spotted Hermione laying there asleep, her hair sprawled around her face.
"She told you what happened then."
"Not exactly, I couldn't get much out of her she was so upset, but I took a guess that it wasn't good and that you were to blame. You two are the only two that can bring out such strong emotions in each other."
Harry knelt down beside her, gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face. Her eyes fluttered open and sleepily focused on him.
"Harry." She whispered.
"Shhh, Love. Go back to sleep. I'm going to take you home."
He put an arm under her back and the other under her legs and she groggily wrapped hers around his neck. Gently he lifted her, kissed Molly on the cheek and walked outside, apparating away.
He appeared in their living room and Dobby smiled in relief when he saw the two of them then quietly slipped away. Harry carried her up to their bedroom and lay her down on the massive bed they shared.
Very gently he removed her shoes and her jewelery. He unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it off her shoulders.
She spoke softly, her eyes still closed, as he took off the rest of her clothes, "You really can be a right bastard sometimes Harry."
Pausing in his motions for a moment he said, "I know. I'm sorry, Love. I was stupid, I was wrong and I really am sorry."
"Good. I'm not having an affair, Harry. Why would I need another man?"
Removing his own clothes he thought on that for a moment. "Because I'm not good enough for you."
Her eyes opened suddenly and she watched his back as he undid his trousers, "Who told you that?"
"I don't need anyone to tell me, I know it." His voice was heavy with emotion.
When he sat down on the bed she moved up close behind him, "Well, you're wrong again. Harry, you are my world and I don't need anyone else. You don't think you're good enough for me, well, I do and I'm the judge here."
"I know, I really am sorry, Love." He turned with tears in his eyes. "I was so scared, I thought you'd walked out forever."
"Never." She whispered, laying him down, making him rest his head on her breast. "I would never leave you, Harry. I want you, I need you, and I love you."
"I love you too."
He moved his body over hers and kissed her softly. Her hands trailed down his back, then up again to his hair.
"We don't need to have a huge fight to do this, Harry." She whispered in his ear, causing a shiver to run down his spine.
"No, we don't need to, but there's always something about make-up sex." He grinned cheekily.
Shaking her head at the smugness in his smile, she wrapped her legs tightly around him, then flipped him over, much to his surprise.
"Let's not fight again."
He sat up and kissed her neck, "I'm all for that." He looked her directly in the eye. "I love you more than anything and in case I've never said it before, thankyou. Thankyou for making me the happiest and luckiest man alive. You're my world, Hermione. I realized tonight that everything I've ever done has been because of you, everything that's ever brought a smile to face or lit up my heart involved you. Every memory I have, you're in it. You're my heart, my soul, my everything and I can't thank you enough for the joy you've brought me."
She kissed him soundly then moved back and he kissed away the tears on her face. They spent the rest of the night making more memories and as the sun rose again the next morning and he collapsed next to her, he once more thanked any god or deity that was listening.
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A/N: I know, I know. The end was too quick. But this wasn't meant to be much. Once more, thankyou. I was just thinking, if I ever do expand, it'll be a whole new story, but I'm not making any promises, sorry.