The Aftermath by gluglug

Rating: PG13
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 7
Published: 12/12/2009
Last Updated: 31/01/2010
Status: In Progress

Post DH, it assumes the epilogue was a dream. Harry and Hermione go to Australia to find her
parents. How will their relationship change during this time?




1. The Aftermath
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This takes place right at the end of DH, it assumes the epilogue was a dream of Harry's.
Here's my take on a Harry and Hermione go to Australia story. Hope you enjoy and leave a review
if you feel like it!

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Chapter 1 - The Aftermath

Harry Potter lay in his four poster bed, having just woken up from a dream. He was trying to
remember the details. Something about being at King's Cross station sending two of his three
kids off to school and Ginny was his wife.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. “Harry, are you awake?” a familiar female
voice called.

“Come in Hermione,” Harry replied, sitting up against the pillows, even though part of him
wanted to be alone.

His best friend of the past seven years cautiously entered the room. She was dressed in jeans
and a fair isle sweater, with her dark bushy hair pulled back in a ponytail. Harry noticed how thin
she looked and her eyes still bore dark circles under them, vestiges of spending months wandering
around the country with Harry in an effort to save both him and the Wizarding World.

It had been about twenty-four hours since the final battle and Harry was still exhausted. He
wondered if he would ever feel refreshed.

Hermione approached his bed and sat gingerly on the edge opposite him. “How are you feeling?”
she asked.

Harry shook his head. “I'm not sure, kind of numb, actually. And I just had the strangest
dream.”

“What kind of dream?”

“I dreamt that I was married to Ginny and we had three kids. You and Ron were married and had a
son and a daughter. We were at King's Cross and sending the oldest kids off to school.”

“Ron and I were married?” Hermione smirked, “That's strange.”

Harry raised his eyebrows. “Why is that strange? You kissed him right in the middle of
battle!”

Hermione blushed. “Yeah, I suppose I did, didn't I? I think I must've been suffering
from temporary insanity.”

“What do you mean? You didn't like kissing Ron? From where I stood, you seemed to be
enjoying yourself.”

Hermione shook her head. “It just wasn't what I thought it would be. I kept on kissing him
because I wanted to feel something but we haven't kissed since and I don't think I want to
do it again.”

“Are you going to tell him that?” Harry asked.

“I don't know. I feel awful about it, Harry. Poor Ron and the whole family are grieving over
Fred. I can't just tell him that I don't want to be his girlfriend.”

“Well, you're going to have to tell him eventually. Ron might get suspicious that you
don't want to kiss him.”

“Yes, I suppose I have to do that eventually,” Hermione sighed. “So, this dream you had - you
said it was strange.”

“Yeah, it just felt weird. I named my youngest son Albus Severus.”

Hermione wrinkled her nose. “After Dumbledore and Snape?”

“Yeah, poor kid,” Harry agreed. “I don't know why I dreamed that I named him that.”

“Well, maybe in your subconscious mind, you felt that you wanted to honor them somehow.”

“Maybe. But I suppose the weirdest thing was me being married to Ginny.”

“Why is that weird? Don't you love her, Harry? I know you spent a lot of time staring at the
Marauder's Map, looking for her while we were on the hunt.”

“How did you know that?” Harry asked.

Hermione blushed. “Some nights when I got out of bed to use the loo, I saw you sitting up in
your bunk with the map and your wand lit. I figured that you were missing Ginny and looking for
her.”

“Yeah, I suppose I did miss her,” Harry sighed at the memory. “But now that we're back and
I've seen her again, I'm not sure about getting back with her. She was really possessive
when Cho offered to take me to the Ravenclaw common room, so she asked Luna instead. Apparently
Ginny thought I was going to go off and snog Cho in the middle of battle.”

“Really? That's a bit petty of her,” Hermione said.

“Exactly, and I'm not technically her boyfriend at the moment.”

“You know, she really wants to see you,” Hermione said. “That's one of the reasons I came up
here, to see if you wanted visitors.”

“One of the reasons?” Harry asked.

“Well, I wanted to check up on you, and I also suppose I wanted to get away from Ron. I told him
he should be with his family, I also suggested that to Ginny but she just wants to be with
you.”

“Can't you tell her that I want to be alone?” Harry asked. “I don't really know what to
say to her right now. And I imagine she wants to be comforted over losing Fred. You know I'm
not good like that.”

“Of course I can tell her that. But you know how Ginny is - she's persistent and stubborn,
she'll find a way to see you.”

“Funny, she wasn't that persistent or stubborn when I broke up with her last year. She
didn't fight me on it at all, unlike you and Ron.”

“Well the situation was a bit different, right? She was your girlfriend and Ron and I are your
best friends. We had been through everything together and we chose to stick with you.”

“No, you stuck with me, Hermione,” Harry corrected. “Ron deserted us for weeks, remember?”

“But he came back and you forgave him,” Hermione reminded him. “We forgave him.”

“Yes, we did. But when I look back on the past seven years, I think you were the only one who
consistently stood by me and believed in me.”

Harry reached over and took Hermione's hand in his. “Thank you.”

Hermione looked down at their joined hands and then into Harry's green gaze. He wasn't
wearing his glasses, and she noticed how big his eyes were. She smiled at him and squeezed his
hand.

“You're welcome.”

There was a moment of easy silence and then there was a loud rapping at the door.

“Harry, it's me Ginny! Please open the door.”

Harry sighed and pulled his hand from Hermione's grasp. “Shit.”

“Do you want me to tell her that you're still sleeping?”

“Could you, please?”

Hermione nodded. “Just to be safe, you should lie down and close your eyes and pretend.”

Harry followed her suggestion as Hermione went to answer the door.

“Hermione, what are you still doing here?” Ginny asked in surprise. “I asked you over an hour
ago to come up here to check on Harry.”

Ginny pushed her way past Hermione into the room but stopped short when she saw Harry,
apparently asleep in his bed.

“Oh, he's sleeping.” She whispered. “Damn, I was hoping he'd be awake.”

Hermione put her arm around Ginny and led her to the door. “Ginny, let's leave Harry alone
in peace.”

The two girls left Harry's room and Hermione closed the door.

“So Harry's still sleeping? I thought he'd be awake by now,” Ginny said. “I really want
to talk to him.”

“Well, he's been though a lot, so he needs his rest,” Hermione replied.

“I know.” Ginny paused. “Hermione, were you in Harry's room all this time?”

“Yes, I was.”

“Did he wake up at all? Did he mention me?”

“He was only awake for a minute after I arrived,” Hermione lied. “He said I could stay, so I sat
by his desk and read a book.”

“It's not fair,” Ginny said. “Why do you get to stay with him, while I'm trying to
console Mum and the rest of the family?”

“Ginny, your family needs you. You've suffered a great loss and you should all be there for
one another.”

“But what about what I need? I've spent months waiting to be with Harry again, worrying
about him, wondering how he was, if he was thinking of me. Now that he's okay and back, I
can't even see him? After the battle was over, he didn't even come over to hug or kiss me,
he just ran off with you and Ron! I'm his girlfriend, dammit!”

Hermione didn't think it would be wise for her to remind Ginny that technically she
wasn't.

“Ginny, Harry will see you soon. Just give him some time to recover, okay?”

“It's not fair,” Ginny repeated. “Why do you get to see him and I don't?”

“Well, I'm his best friend,” Hermione said.

“I wish I was his best friend,” Ginny said. “Then he would talk to me, or perhaps he
would've taken me on his big adventure.”

“Ginny, the big adventure you talk about was no picnic. We were hungry, tired and cold most of
the time. We were under a lot of stress, in constant danger and sometimes had no idea what to do
next. It was probably the hardest time of my life.”

“Yeah, but at least you went through it with him. You were there by his side. That's
something I'll never have.”

Hermione realized that Ginny was right. She would never share these things with Harry. She might
have kissed Harry or made him laugh, but she would never know the things they discovered about
Dumbledore, or about the horcruxes or the Deathly Hallows, or know what it was like to see Harry
see his parents' graves for the first time. To hold his hand and watch him cry, or offer up a
wreath of roses for the graves at the exact moment she sensed Harry's regret for not bringing
anything. There were so many things that only she knew or understood about Harry. How could another
witch ever understand him the way she did?

“Hermione?” Ginny's voice brought Hermione out of her reverie.

“Sorry, what?” she said.

“I'm going to go back downstairs to my family. Hopefully, Harry will wake up soon and see
me,” Ginny said. “Are you coming?”

“I'll be down in a little while, I think I'm going to my dorm to take a nap, I think I
need it.”

She watched Ginny head for the stairs to the common room, but instead of going to the girls'
dorms she turned around and went back into Harry's room.

“The coast is clear,” she announced but Harry did not move. She moved closer to the bed and
realized that he was really asleep this time. She watched his chest rise and fall as he slept on
his back. Hermione yawned, feeling sleepy herself. She grabbed a Gryffindor blanket off one of the
other beds and wrapped it around her shoulders before gingerly laying down beside Harry. Soon she
was fast asleep.

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The morning light streamed through the window, waking Harry from a deep sleep. He had been
dreaming, but he couldn't remember the details. He rolled over, stretching his right arm out.
But instead of hitting the blanket, he felt his hand land on top of something that felt like a
sweater.

Harry opened his eyes and saw a blurry figure asleep beside him. He could tell by the coloring
that it had to be Hermione but he squinted just to confirm. Yes, she was dressed in the same outfit
as yesterday and her hair was still in the ponytail, albeit some curly strands had come loose while
she slept.

He really wasn't that surprised to see her lying next to him but wondered why she had fallen
asleep here. The last time he saw her, she was ushering Ginny out of his room.

Harry smirked at her sleeping form, grateful for her help in keeping his ex-girlfriend at bay
for the time being. He still wasn't 100% sure why he was avoiding Ginny, but deep down he
started to realize that perhaps it was truly over between them and he didn't want upset her any
further. She had just lost one of her brothers and the timing would be bad, to say the least.

At that moment, Hermione stirred and opened her eyes, immediately realizing where she was and
who was lying beside her, with his arm draped across her waist.

“Harry!” she exclaimed, feeling a bit exposed, even though she was fully dressed and had the
Gryffindor blanket covering her legs.

“Morning, sunshine.” Harry said lazily.

“I'm so sorry!” she said as she sat up, while Harry removed his arm. “I was feeling tired
after Ginny left and I just meant to take a little nap. I didn't mean to spend the night!”

“It's okay, Hermione. Really. No harm done.”

“Are you sure, Harry? You're acting as if finding me asleep in your bedroom is a normal
occurrence!”

“Hermione, we slept in the same tent for weeks. It's no big deal.”

“Do you know what time it is?”

Harry reached for his glasses so he could read his bedside clock. “It's 7AM.”

“I should go and get changed and then get some breakfast, although I imagine the Great Hall
isn't ready to serve us.”

“So, why don't you go check out the kitchens and see if you can bring us back some
breakfast?”

“Harry, are you ever going to leave this room?”

“I like this room. Sure beats a tent that fits in your handbag.”

“Ha, ha.” Hermione said sarcastically. “You're going to have to leave it sometime.”

“I will, when I'm good and ready.”

“I can't keep making excuses for you, you know.”

“Yeah, but you're really good at covering for me, you know that?”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Potter.”

Hermione looked in the mirror to fix her ponytail before heading for the door. “I'll be back
in a little while.”

She walked out of the boys dorm, down the stairs to the common room and then up the stairs to
the girls' side. The place seemed to be deserted as she went to the girls' lavatory to
relieve herself and wash up.

She was just about to leave the lavatory and head back to her room to change her clothing when
she nearly bumped right into Ginny, who was dressed in her bathrobe.

“Hermione!” Ginny exclaimed. “There you are, we've been wondering where you disappeared
to!”

Hermione inwardly groaned - the last thing she needed was Ginny asking her all sorts of
questions about her whereabouts.

“Disappeared?” she asked innocently. “I told you yesterday that I was going to my room to take a
nap. My nap lasted longer than I intended and I slept through the night.”

“Did you? Why are you still dressed in yesterday's clothing?” Ginny asked, looking
suspicious.

“I didn't change my clothes because I was too tired.” Hermione explained.

“You know, I knocked on your door, but you didn't answer.”

“Well, I was asleep, Ginny.”

“Where are you heading now?” Ginny asked.

“To my room to change clothes and down to the kitchens for some breakfast, I haven't eaten
since yesterday and I'm starving,” she replied. “Ginny, where is the rest of the family this
morning?”

“They headed back to the Burrow last night, Ron included.” Ginny sighed and looked down.
“We're making plans for Fred's funeral.”

“I'm sorry again about Fred,” Hermione said, placing a hand on Ginny's shoulder. “But
why did you stay behind?”

“Well, I was hoping Harry might want to see me today, so I convinced Mum to let me stay an extra
day. It took me a while to convince her, but she wants Harry as a son-in-law someday, so she
agreed.”

“I see,” Hermione said, wondering how Harry would react to that little tidbit.

“Hermione, are you going to come to the Burrow soon? Maybe you and I can extract Harry from his
bed and we can all go together! Ron must be missing you and I imagine you must be missing him.”

“Ron told you about us?” Hermione asked.

“Yeah, he told me about your big kiss and how you're finally his girlfriend. He seemed
really happy about it, in spite of what has happened to us. He's really lucky to have you.”

“Yeah, lucky,” Hermione repeated, feeling guilty. “Ginny, why don't you take your shower and
I'll go get something to eat. I'll catch up with you later.”

“Well, right after I shower and eat, I'm going straight to Harry's room and I'm not
leaving until he sees me!”

With a resigned sigh, Hermione went to her room to change into fresh clothing and then rushed
down to the kitchens where a few house elves were preparing breakfast for the people who had stayed
behind after the war ended.

She approached Winky, who was preparing some scrambled eggs and bacon.

“Hi Winky.”

Winky curtsied when she saw Hermione approach. “Miss Mione, how may I serve you?”

“Please arrange for two trays to be brought up to Harry Potter's room in Gryffindor
tower.”

“Mr. Harry Potter's room?” Winky replied excitedly. “Oh, I'd be honored to serve such a
hero who defeated the Dark Lord so bravely. What shall I prepare?”

“Scrambled eggs, bacon and toast with some Earl Grey tea, please.”

“You said two trays, Miss Mione?”

“Yes, make it a double order, please Winky.”

“Thank you, Miss Mione. Your food will be ready very soon and I shall bring it personally to Mr.
Potter's room.”

Hermione thanked Winky, left the kitchens and hurried back to Harry's room.

“Where's the food?” Harry asked, still sitting up in bed. “I'm starving.”

“Winky's bringing it up for us soon. She seemed awfully excited to prepare a meal for
you.”

“Why?”

“Because you're a great hero now, Harry.”

Harry snorted. “Some hero. I just got lucky that Voldemort's curse rebounded on him.”

“Well even if you did “get lucky” as you say, you're still a hero to a great many
people.”

“Hermione, do you think I'm a hero?”

“I think you were very brave, so yes, I do. I also know the person behind the hero and I know
there's more to you than that. But I also think you're going to have to get used to people
calling you a hero from now on.”

“All the more reason for me to stay in here as long as possible,” Harry said as he leaned back
against the pillows.

“Well, you might want to rethink that because I saw Ginny again this morning in the girls'
lavatory and she seems hell bent on seeing you today. The rest of the family went back to the
Burrow to plan Fred's funeral but she stayed behind to see you.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Just great.”

Just then there was a knock on the door. “Mr. Potter, Miss Mione, it's Winky with your
breakfast.”

Harry signed in relief as Hermione went to answer the door.

Winky entered with too small trays in her hands and placed them on the bed, restoring them to
normal size. She then approached Harry and did a little curtsy before him.

“Mr. Potter, I want to say it is an honor to serve you breakfast and I want to thank you, on
behalf of the rest of the kitchen elves, for making our world a safer, better place.”

“Thanks, Winky.” Harry said sheepishly.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” Winky asked.

“No, thanks,” Harry said as the little house elf excused herself and left the room.

Harry and Hermione tucked into their breakfasts while sitting on the four poster bed.

“I'm famished.” Harry said as he put a fork in his eggs and took a bite. “Mmmm. This is so
good. Merlin, I miss real food. No offense to you and your mushroom soup.”

“None taken,” Hermione agreed between mouthfuls of eggs and toast.

Once they cleared their plates, they sipped their tea in silence. Finally, Hermione spoke.

“So, are you going to see Ginny today?”

“I suppose I'll have to,” Harry said.

“Why don't you want to see her Harry? I mean I know you said yesterday that you're not
sure if you want to get back with her, but don't you want to know for sure?”

“I guess,” he shrugged.

“Harry, you can't leave things in limbo with her. You owe it to her to let her know where
you stand.”

“Hmm, and I could say the same for you and Ron,” Harry countered.

“Harry, it's complicated.”

“Listen, don't you think you and I are going to look like heartless gits if we tell Ron and
Ginny that we don't want to be with them, especially with the timing?”

“So what do you think we should do? Pretend to be their boyfriend and girlfriend for the time
being?” Hermione asked.

“I suppose that's what we'll have to do,” Harry sighed.

Later that morning, Harry heard a knock on his door. Hermione had left him alone in anticipation
of Ginny's visit. He even took a shower and put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

“Harry, it's me Ginny. Can I please come in?”

“Come in.” Harry said, steeling himself for her visit.

She opened the door to find him sitting in a corner chair reading Hogwarts, a History.

“Harry, it's so good to see you!” Ginny said as rushed towards him and put her arms around
him.

He had to admit that she looked and smelled good as he put aside the book and returned the
embrace. She always used a strawberry scented shampoo that he found irresistible. But at the same
time, he wasn't filled with the joy he used to when he held her, instead he felt empty.

Ginny pulled back to look at him. “You look rested.”

“Well, I've been getting lots of sleep.” Harry said with a shrug.

“I know, I came to see you yesterday but Hermione told me you were sleeping. I've really
missed you, Harry.”

“I've missed you too.” Harry replied. “Um, I'm sorry about Fred.”

“Thanks, Harry,” Ginny said sadly. “I keep telling myself that he died bravely and was a hero.
It's been really hard on the family, but it's been hardest on George. Fred was like his
other half.”

Harry sighed guiltily. “I kind of feel responsible, Ginny. Not just for Fred, but for everyone
who died in this war. I can't believe how many friends we've lost.”

“Harry, you are not responsible,” Ginny replied fiercely. “You are a hero and I don't think
anyone blames you for a second.”

“But I'm not a hero, Ginny.” Harry said as he got up from his chair and paced his room.
“Don't you get that? I just got lucky again.”

“But you are a hero, Harry! And you should get used to that. There are going to be celebrations
and balls held in your honor. And I am going to be so proud to be standing beside you!” Ginny said,
her face shining.

Harry shook his head in frustration. She would never understand him. She would never get it. She
wasn't the one who lived through the horcrux hunt with him, or learned about Dumbledore's
past, or the Deathly Hallows, or saw his parents' graves. No, that was someone else. Harry
thought of Hermione and how she had been through everything with him. Yes, he had thanked her, but
was that enough?

“Harry?”

“Sorry, Gin, just thinking.”

“So, tell me, when do you think you'll be ready to leave here and come home to the Burrow
with me? I'm sure the whole family wants to see you.”

All through the hunt, Harry had longed for the warmth and safety of the Burrow and the adopted
family that had welcomed him with open arms. But now, with the war over and what he had been
through, it did not have the same appeal. Perhaps because there would always be one less Weasley in
the house, a constant reminder of what he had lost, what they had lost.

“Um, I'm not sure, I think I need some time away.” Harry said, thinking aloud.

“What do mean, away?” Ginny asked.

“Ginny, I've been through a lot the last few months, and I'm thinking of taking a trip
somewhere to clear my head. Maybe to America or Australia, where nobody knows who I am.”

“Do you want me to come with you - it might be good for us to have some time, just the two of
us?”

Harry turned around to face her. “No, I think you should stay here, Ginny. Your family needs
you.”

“So you'll be going alone then?” she asked in a small voice. “For how long?”

“I don't know yet, maybe a month or two. I mean I'll be here for the funerals but then
I'll be going.”

Ginny stepped towards him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I'll miss you, Harry. It
always seems like you're leaving me.”

Harry closed his eyes and held her, still feeling empty. “Well, I won't be gone
forever.”

Ginny looked up at him, “Good, because when you return, I think we should start talking about
our future.”

“Our future?” Harry repeated.

“Yes, you know, marriage, family.”

Harry let go of her and ran his hand through his unruly hair. “Marriage? Ginny, I'm not even
eighteen yet!”

“So? My parents married right after they graduated Hogwarts and didn't yours do the
same?”

“Yeah, they did marry young, but I don't know if I'm ready for all of this yet!”

“Well, why don't you think about it during your long holiday?”

Well at least she wasn't insisting that he propose here on the spot. “Okay, I'll think
about it.”

“Good,” Ginny said. “So you know, I've been here all of fifteen minutes and you haven't
even tried to kiss me.”

“Well, I thought we should talk first.” Harry said. “We've barely talked to each other since
my birthday last year.”

“Ah, yes, your birthday.” Ginny repeated with a gleam in her eye. “Do you remember what we were
doing last year on your birthday before Ron interrupted us?”

Harry remembered fondly what they were doing, but it seemed like another lifetime. Before he
knew it, Ginny's lips were pressed to his and she was pushing him towards the bed.

Harry did not resist her actions. It had been almost a year since he had snogged anyone and his
hormones took over. They continued on for a few minutes while Ginny's hands became quite
adventurous and began to roam below his waist and reached for the fly on his jeans. In their brief
time together before Harry left, she hadn't done that. As much as he was enjoying the
sensations, he felt that he was leading her on, so he took her hand and moved it to a less
erogenous zone.

“What's wrong, Harry?”

“Gin, I just don't think we're ready for this, that you're ready for this.”

“Harry, I spent many nights thinking about just this, while you were away. You can't tell me
that you haven't thought about it, too.”

“Sure I have, but I think we should wait.” Harry said, not looking at her.

“Don't you want me, Harry?” Ginny asked.

There was the question. Did he want her? He certainly didn't mind snogging her, but to move
their relationship to the next level involved more than just his hormones. It involved his heart,
and Harry had to admit that his heart wasn't in this. But what to tell Ginny?

“Gin, of course I want you. But not like this. I think we should wait until marriage.”

Ginny's eyebrows rose. “Oh, Harry, so you are thinking about marriage!”

“No! What I mean is I want to wait until marriage. I would've thought it was the same for
you.”

“Sure, you want us to be virgins on our wedding night. I understand.”

Ginny still didn't quite get what he was saying, but it would have to do for now. She
started to kiss him again, but the mood was gone.

“Are you okay, Harry? You seem distracted.”

“I'm fine, Ginny. I just think I'm feeling tired again.”

“So why don't we take a little nap, I'm tired too.”

Harry knew he wasn't going to get rid of her so easily so he agreed. Ginny snuggled against
him and soon she was asleep, snoring lightly against him. Harry stared at the ceiling and thought
wryly that this was the second witch who had fallen asleep in his bed in the past twenty four
hours.

Having Hermione asleep next to him didn't faze him at all - her presence didn't bother
him, in fact it comforted him. But with Ginny he felt claustrophobic; there was no way he could
spend the rest of his life sleeping next to her.

He thought about his trip. The idea came to him in almost a revelation - that was the answer to
his problem. Sure he was avoiding responsibility (and the Weasleys) but he had spent the past seven
years with the weight of Voldemort on his shoulders and the unwanted job of eradicating him and his
followers. A little time away was certainly a reasonable course of action.

He thought again of Hermione. He hadn't had a chance to ask her about her parents yet, and
what she had planned to do with them. He assumed at some point she would go to Australia, restore
their memories and somehow repair her relationship with them. He envied her in a way - at least she
still had parents to reunite with. He made a mental note to ask her about her plans, and maybe
somehow he could help her out. After all, she had done so much for him and he felt like he owed
her. Feeling satisfied, Harry let himself drift off.

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A/N: Thanks for the reviews. Here's the second chapter. I don't think I put a disclaimer
in Chapter 1 - so here it goes. “Harry Potter” is owned by JK Rowling - I'm just borrowing her
characters and doing what I thought she should've done with them.

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Chapter 2

Harry woke up alone in his bed a few hours later. Ginny was nowhere to be found but Hermione was
curled up asleep in the corner easy chair, with *Hogwarts a History* on her lap.

He wondered where Ginny had gone and was surprised that she left without waking him. Harry put
on his glasses and went over to wake Hermione, gently shaking her by the shoulder.

“Harry,” she said sleepily as she opened her eyes.

“This seems to be a common occurrence, you waking up in my room,” Harry said wryly.

“Sorry,” she muttered.

“It's no problem. It's just that when I fell asleep, there was a different witch
here.”

“Oh, Ginny, she left.” Hermione said, stating the obvious.

“Well, I figured that out,” Harry said, sitting back on the bed. “Do you know where she
went?”

“To the Burrow. Molly sent an owl demanding that Ginny come home as soon as possible. She
doesn't think it's safe for her to be away too long.”

“Safe?” Harry snorted. “Voldemort is dead and Hogwarts is safer than it's been since he was
a student here.”

“I don't think she meant her personal safety,” Hermione said, blushing slightly. “I found
the two of you looking pretty cozy in your bed.”

“Nothing happened, Hermione,” Harry said, somewhat defensively. “Although if Ginny had her way,
you probably would've found us naked.”

“She wanted to have sex with you?” Hermione asked in surprise, trying to erase that image from
her mind's eye.

“Yeah, but I stopped her.”

“How?”

“I told her that I wanted to wait until marriage and that she should, too. But she
misinterpreted it and assumed that I wanted to save myself for our wedding night.”

“Oh, Harry…”

“I know - Ginny has it in her head that we're going to get married and have kids someday,
like in my dream. But I don't know how to tell her that it's not what I'm
thinking.”

“So, it seems that you're back at square one with her.”

“Yeah, but I have an idea how to get around it for the time being.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I'm going on a long holiday.”

“You are?” Hermione asked in surprise. “Where are you going?”

“I'm not sure yet, I was thinking America or Australia,” Harry continued. “Some place where
they speak English and I can live as a muggle. I told Ginny that I just need the time alone away
from here. I need to clear my head and figure out what my next move is. All I've been planning
to do for the past year is just to survive and I haven't really thought beyond that. I
wasn't even sure I would have a future, now I do and I'm not sure what I want to do.”

Hermione nodded. “I understand how you feel. All I wanted for the past year was to make it
through alive and to help you make it through. I also wanted my parents to be safe.”

Funny she should mention them, Harry thought. “Hermione, what are you planning to do regarding
them?”

“Well, first I need to go find them in Australia and restore their memories. I also hope to
repair my relationship with them. We weren't that close in the past two years and I hope they
will forgive me for what I did.”

“Why wouldn't they forgive you? You altered their memories so they would be safe, they
should understand that.”

“But what if they don't, Harry?” Hermione asked anxiously. “What if they never forgive
me?”

“They will, they're still your parents, don't worry.”

Hermione sighed, still looking anxious. Harry got off the bed and approached her.

“Hermione…what do you think of my coming along with you to Australia?”

She gazed at him with surprise mixed with tenderness. “You want to come with me?” she asked
softly.

“Yeah, I've been thinking about it and I think it makes sense. First of all, I need to get
away, and Australia is one of the places I've wanted to visit. Second, this trip might be
stressful for you, so maybe you'll need a friend for company.”

Hermione looked as though she was deep in thought for a moment and suddenly sprung out of her
chair and into Harry's arms.

“Oh, Harry, thank you!” she cried. “That would be wonderful. I've been kind of dreading
going because it will be hard to do this all on my own. But if I have you there with me….”

Harry pulled back to look at her and smiled at her reaction. He had thought it might take a
little coaxing, but she surprised him with the ease in which she accepted his offer.

“So, it's decided then.” Harry said. “We're going to Australia.”

“Yes, we're going, we'll leave right after all of the funerals.”

“The funerals.” Harry repeated as the smile left his face and he sat back on the bed. “It's
going to be a rough couple of weeks to see our friends buried. Fred, Remus, Tonks…. sometimes I
wonder how we survived and they didn't, it isn't fair.”

Hermione nodded, “I know, I can't believe they're gone. But I suppose they would all
want us to live our lives and honor their memory.”

They were both lost in thought for a moment until Hermione broke the silence.

“Harry, what are we going to tell Ron and Ginny?”

“About our trip?”

“Yes, don't you think that Ginny will not be happy that you're coming with me to
Australia? Didn't you say to her that you were going alone?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah, I did. But Ginny doesn't have to know that we're going
together.”

“So you want to lie to her?”

“What choice do I have?”

“You can choose to tell her the truth.”

“And what are you going to tell Ron?” Harry countered. “It might bring up, you know…”

“What, what will it bring up?” Hermione asked.

Harry shifted uncomfortably on the bed. They never really spoke about Ron's accusation of
Hermione choosing Harry upon his departure months ago. Hermione also didn't know what occurred
before Ron destroyed the locket. But he really didn't want to open that can of worms right
now.

“You know, Ron…he's sometimes insecure about being left out.”

“So, you think I should invite him to come with us?”

“Do you want him to come along?”

Hermione shook her head. “I don't think so, Harry. Even if I was serious about him being my
boyfriend, I don't think I would invite him to go away with me this early in our
relationship.”

“So what will you tell him?”

“Well I would assume he knows that I have to go to my parents, so that part isn't hard. But
I don't want to lie about your coming with me, either. Things are good between the three of us
again, so I suppose I can just say that you offered to come with me and then you'd be going off
on your own.”

“I suppose that will work.” Harry said, even if it wasn't completely the truth. “I'll
tell Ginny that, too. She'll buy that, right?”

“I hope so, Harry.”

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The next couple of weeks were hard for Harry. He had to watch many of his loved ones buried and
console those left behind. The hardest funeral for Harry was watching Lupin and Tonks being laid to
rest while his godson, Teddy, cried in his grandmother's arms.

Fred Weasley's funeral was also painful as Molly wailed about her son, while George looked
like an empty shell without his twin beside him. Harry half-expected Molly to jump on the casket,
had Arthur not clung on tightly to his wife.

Harry attended the funerals with Ginny, Ron and Hermione. They sat in that order, holding each
others hands. He and Hermione were doing a pretty good job of pretending to be with their redheaded
significant others. They didn't have much alone time, either and if Ginny wanted to snog, Harry
told her he was too depressed.

In her downtime, Hermione made all of their travel arrangements, using the Internet at a library
near hear old home. She and Harry decided to travel as Muggles and she made a reservation to fly
from London to Sydney on British Airways. The entire trip would take almost 24 hours with a
connecting flight in Singapore.

Her parents were located near Bondi Beach, a suburb of Sydney, so she decided to rent an
apartment near the beach for a month, with the option of staying longer. Even if Harry decided not
to stay the entire time, Hermione decided to stay to spend as much time with her parents.

Neither she nor Harry wanted to mention their plans to Ron and Ginny until everything was
finalized. They were due to leave on May 22nd, a week after the last funeral. During that two week
period, Harry and Hermione were invited to stay at the Burrow, with Harry sharing Ron's room
and Hermione sharing Ginny's.

A few days before their scheduled departure, Hermione decided to break the news to Ron about her
plans. She knocked on his open bedroom door to get his attention.

“Ron? I need to talk to you about something.”

“What is it?” Ron replied, sitting on his bed and looked up from his Quidditch magazine.

“Please put down the magazine for a moment.”

Ron looked up at her with a sigh as she sat on the edge of his bed.

“Ron, I'm leaving in a few days to go to Australia. I need to find my parents and restore
their memories.”

“Oh, how long will you be gone for?”

“I'll be gone for a month, at least.”

“A whole month?” Ron asked in surprise. “It can't take you that long to restore their
memories, can it?”

Hermione shook her head. “Of course not, what I mean is I'm going to spend some time with
them. I need that time with them to get to know them again.”

“Oh, I get it,” Ron sighed again. “I wish I could come with you.”

“I wish you could too, but I think you're needed here. Didn't you say you wanted to help
George with the shop?”

“Yeah, I did but don't you want some company?” Ron asked, reaching for his girlfriend's
hand.

Hermione took a deep breath and exhaled sharply; this was it. “Well, I'm not exactly going
by myself. Harry's coming with me for a bit.”

Ron's countenance changed. “Harry's coming with you?”

“Yes, for a little while. You see, he needs some time away after everything that's happened
and when he found out I was going to see my parents he offered to come with me. Australia was one
of the places he wants to visit, so…”

“He so generously offered to come with you, huh?”

“What's the problem, Ron?” Hermione asked. “Harry is my best friend.”

“And what am I?” Ron asked angrily.

“You're my boyfriend,” Hermione said in a small voice.

“Which means that I'm supposed to me more important to you than Harry! I would've
thought that you'd want me to come with you.”

“Ron, please, it's not a big deal.”

“You know what? Go along with Harry on your little trip. Just don't expect me to be waiting
for you when you get back.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that I'm not sure if we should be together, Hermione. I thought when you kissed me
a few weeks ago that you were mine, finally. But ever since then, you've barely touched me and
the fact that you accepted Harry's offer speaks volumes about your feelings. Things haven't
changed, you still choose him!”

Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but then changed her mind. Ron was giving her an out,
isn't that what she wanted? But was she choosing Harry again?

“I'm sorry, Ron. This is the way it is.”

“I'm sorry, too, Hermione. Maybe on your trip you can finally figure out what you want. But
until then, consider yourself single.”

Ron picked up his magazine and walked out of the bedroom, leaving Hermione alone with her
thoughts.

==============

Meanwhile, Harry and Ginny were taking a walk together around the back garden of the Burrow,
looking at all of the flowers that were in bloom.

Ginny was prattling along about the flowers, but Harry was half-listening to her, knowing that
he had to break the news to her about his trip. During a pause in the conversation, he took a deep
breath and dove right in.

“Ginny, do you remember when I told you that I was planning a holiday?”

Ginny nodded. “Yes, I do.”

“Well, I've made my plans. I'm leaving in a few days, to go to Australia.”

“Australia? Isn't that where Hermione's folks are?”

“Yeah. In fact, we're going to travel together to Sydney.”

“How are you getting there?”

“We're taking an airplane, you know like Muggles.”

“And then she's going to her parents and you're going to take off on your own?”

It would be so easy to lie to Ginny at this moment, but Harry felt bold and told her the
truth.

“Um, not exactly. I'm planning to go with Hermione when she visits her parents.”

Ginny's eyes narrowed. “I see. And how long to plan to stay with her?”

“Well, Hermione's rented a two bedroom apartment near her parents for a month or so, so I
might stay the whole time, but I'm not sure.”

“Did she ask you to come with her?” Ginny asked, her voice becoming a higher pitch.

“No, I offered.”

Ginny stopped walking and became visibly agitated. “I don't believe this, Harry. I remember
I asked you if you wanted some company and you said that you wanted to be alone on this trip to
think. But then you go and offer to go with Hermione to see her parents?”

“Well, Gin, I wasn't lying when I said that. But then I found out that Hermione was going to
Australia and I thought it might be nice if we went together. It can't be easy for her to do
this by herself.”

“Oh, please. Hermione is a big girl, if she altered their memories on her own she can certainly
restore them on her own, too.” Ginny fumed. “Harry, why don't you admit to yourself that
you'd rather be with Hermione then spend time with me, planning our future?”

“Ginny, this has nothing to do with you. Hermione is my best friend, she's been there for me
for seven years and I feel like all I've done is take from her. I want to be there for her for
a change.”

“And what about me, Harry? Don't you want to be there for me? I just lost one of my
brothers, for Merlin's sake, or does that not matter to you?”

Harry sighed. “Of course it matters, Ginny. But you're not alone in this - you have the rest
of your family to help you through. Right now, Hermione has nobody. She's an only child and I
am her best friend.”

“Best friends, yeah right.” Ginny said disdainfully. “Harry, why don't you be honest with
yourself? It's obvious that you'd rather be with Hermione than me - maybe you should figure
out why that is.”

“Ginny, come on…”

“No, you come on. You know, maybe it's good you're going on this trip, so you can figure
out who you want to be with. Have a great time.”

Ginny turned on her heel and went back towards the house, leaving Harry alone with his
thoughts.

======================

The next few days at the Burrow before the departure for Australia were a bit uncomfortable for
everyone. Ron and Ginny informed Harry and Hermione that they had decided not to tell their parents
that they had split from their significant others. They did not want to further upset Molly since
she had taken Fred's death pretty hard.

Molly was also upset when she learned that Harry and Hermione were leaving the nest for a while,
but understood why Hermione needed to see her parents. She was less than understanding when Harry
explained that he needed some time away, but he was no longer a boy and could make his own
decisions.

The night before they left, Molly approached Hermione for a little witch to witch chat.

“Hermione, dear?”

“Yes, Mrs. Weasley?” Hermione asked, looking up from her packing.

“I'd like to speak with you about something.”

From the expression on her face, it looked serious. “Yes, what is it?”

“It's about your trip with Harry,” Molly said, taking a deep breath. “I want to wish you a
safe journey and hope that everything goes well with your parents.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Weasley, that means a lot to me,” Hermione replied with a smile.

“Call me Molly, dear,” the older witch admonished. “You're almost a grown woman now.”

“Okay, Molly,” Hermione said uncomfortably as she could tell that she was far from finished.

“I understand that the two of you will be staying in Australia together?”

“Yes, I am renting a cottage near Bondi Beach and Harry will be staying with me for a
while.”

“Well I might as well cut to the chase as I am concerned that something improper might happen
while you are cohabitating.”

Hermione raised her eyebrows. “Mrs. um, Molly, I can assure you that nothing is going to happen.
The cottage has two bedrooms and I saw a floor plan and pictures of it on the Internet and they are
on opposite sides of the house. Besides, Harry and I were *cohabitating* as you say for
several months recently and nothing happened.”

“Yes, but Ron was with you.”

“Not the entire time, I think you are aware that he was at Shell Cottage for several weeks,
while Harry and I were left alone?”

“Yes, I do know that and I know you wouldn't cheat on my son. However, it's Harry
I'm concerned with.”

“What do you mean?”

“I think things are a little strained between Ginny and him. I've just noticed that he
doesn't look at her the same adoring way he used to. But I have noticed the way he looks at
you.”

“I don't understand, Molly,” Hermione said, a blush creeping into her face.

“Harry has a lot of affection for you and I'm just asking you to be careful. You see,
it's always been my dream to have him as a son-in-law and I would be absolutely shattered if
that didn't happen. I've already had my heart broken when we lost dear Fred and don't
want to see anymore major disappointments in my life.”

Hermione sighed, Molly wasn't even her mother, and she was giving her a proactive guilt
trip.

“So you are asking me to make sure that I don't do anything to encourage him?”

“Exactly! You always seem to be so close - always holding his hand or hugging him. Perhaps you
should be aware that Harry might misconstrue these signs of affection for something else.”

“But I have never intended those to be anything other than to show my friendship, Molly!”
Hermione protested, feeling embarrassed.

“Of course you did, dear,” Molly replied soothingly. “But I have raised six sons and have been
married for years to my Arthur, so I know the male of the species, and especially how they are at
the age of eighteen. Just be careful.”

Molly put her arm around Hermione. “Are we understood?”

“Understood.” Hermione repeated.

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The following day, Harry and Hermione woke up very early to get to Heathrow airport for their
10AM flight. They apparated (with their miniaturized luggage) to the lobby of the Ritz Hotel in
London. Hermione chose this location as the lobby was always busy with guests and conference
patrons so nobody would notice them. Also, taxis always lined up outside the hotel to take its well
heeled guests to London's shops, restaurants and of course, the airport.

Hermione took her and Harry's luggage into the ladies room and restored it to full size in
her large private stall. Once outside the hotel, the doorman hailed them a cab and thanked them for
staying at the Ritz.

They got into the cab for the one hour drive to the airport. Harry groused that they
could've gotten an hour more of sleep and just apparated straight to the airport, but Hermione
argued that security measures were extremely strict and she didn't want to draw any undue
attention their way.

Harry leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. “I can't believe we're finally on our
way to the airport and to Australia. The last few days have been pretty brutal.”

“I have to agree with that. But I'm glad that we were able to tell Ron and Ginny the truth.
It's too bad that Mrs. Weasley still thinks that I'm with Ron….”

“And me with Ginny.” Harry finished.

“Well not exactly,” Hermione muttered.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Last night, while I was packing, Mrs. Weasley and I had a little chat.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “What did she say?”

“She asked me to call her Molly, which was weird. But the main thing was she sensed that there
might be trouble in paradise with you and Ginny and warned me not to use my feminine wiles on you
while we are away.”

Harry snorted, “You're kidding.”

“I wish I were,” Hermione said soberly. “She is hell bent on you marrying into the family and
doesn't want anything standing in her way. Of course she did it in a very manipulative,
non-threatening, and guilt inducing way.”

“I don't know who is worse, her or Ginny. Both of them seem to have it stuck in their heads
that I'm destined to be a Weasley.”

“Well, at least Ginny doesn't anymore, right?”

“I suppose so, we really didn't say much to each other the past couple of days. She's
still angry with me that I'm going with you to your parents.”

“So was Ron. He's mad that he's being left out.”

“I know - he was kind of cold to me the last couple of days. When I asked him about it, he said
he didn't want to talk about it and if I really wanted to know, I should talk to you.”

“It was nothing, Harry, just Ron's insecurities getting the best of him, as usual,” Hermione
shrugged.

“You know what?” Harry said. “Let's make a pact. For the next month, let's not talk
about Ron or Ginny. We're going to be away from them for a while, so why should we waste time
talking about them?”

“Harry, that's a bit cruel, isn't it? Ron is your best mate.”

“I know, but I'm sick of him and his issues always getting in the way of our friendship,”
Harry explained. “It's such a drain and I want to focus my energy on getting you and your
parents together again, so let's not mention any redheads, okay?”

Harry held out his pinky finger, inviting Hermione to do the same. She did so and said, “Okay, I
promise not to mention our former redheaded paramours.”

They made their pact, but Hermione secretly wondered what else they were going to talk about
with that subject verboten.

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3. Chapter 3
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A/N: Thanks for the reviews - keep `em coming. Harry and Hermione are finally in Australia, and
far away from the redheads!

The Aftermath - Chapter 3

The flight to Kingsford Smith International Airport was Harry's first time traveling by
airplane. His excitement died soon after when he realized that he would be stuck inside a large
tube with wings for 13 hours, then a two hour layover in Singapore, plus another eight hours until
their final destination.

Hermione had become used to traveling by airplane with her parents, so she knew how to prepare.
She brought a shawl, travel slippers, saline spray to keep her sinuses moist in the dry cabin air,
bottled water, and extra snacks in case she or Harry got hungry in between meal times.

Being Hermione, she also brought plenty of reading material including a tourism guide to Sydney
and Bondi Beach, a book on memory charms and some magazines from the airport newsstand. Because of
their long flights, they were able to book reclining seats so they could sleep. Harry joked that
Mrs. Weasley wouldn't like the fact that they were sleeping together, which earned him a sharp
elbow in the ribs from his traveling companion.

After their plane landed and they retrieved their luggage (Hermione also placed a magical
tracking charm inside in case they got lost), they caught a taxi cab that would take them to their
rented cottage near Bondi Beach. They arrived to their new home around 7PM Australian time.

They were renting from an old Jewish couple named Carl and Irene Leibowitz, who lived next door.
Mrs. Leibowitz gave Harry and Hermione two sets of keys and gave them a tour of the house, which
was tastefully decorated and clean. It appeared to be very close to the photos that Hermione had
seen online but she did notice one notable difference.

“I thought the bedrooms would be on opposite sides of the house?”

“Oh, yes, technically the place has three bedrooms - the last people who stayed here wanted to
turn the other bedroom into a home office,” Irene explained. “It also works better because there is
only one bathroom and these bedrooms are across the hall from the bathroom. I hope it's not a
problem, dear?”

“Oh, no, it's no problem,” Hermione said not wanting to make a fuss.

“Well, I hope you two enjoy your stay here in Bondi Beach. Please feel free to give me or Carl a
ring if you need anything. There is a bus stop down the street that should take you to the beach or
into town. It runs about every half hour until midnight.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Leibowitz.”

“You can call me Irene, dear. We'll be neighbors after all.”

“Mrs., I mean Irene, I wanted to ask you a question. Do you know a Monica and Wendell
Wilkins?”

“Why, yes I do, they are dentists. Carl had a dental emergency a couple of months ago, one of
his crowns broke and a friend recommended he see Dr. Wilkins. When I went to pick him up, I met
Mrs. Wilkins who was covering the reception desk. She seems like a nice lady.”

Irene paused. “Are they relatives of yours, if I may ask? Mrs. Wilkins has similar hair to
yours.”

“Oh, they're friends of my parents,” Hermione said briskly, shaking her head. “We are hoping
to pay them a visit while we are here.”

“Let me run into the house, I think I still have an appointment card with their address and
phone,” Irene said as she went out through the kitchen door.

Hermione's heart sped up in anticipation.

“That was a stroke of luck, that Mrs. Leibowitz knows your parents, Hermione,” Harry said
excitedly.

“Yes, isn't it?” she agreed. “I'm glad I picked this place - I just had a feeling about
it when I saw it online. It's really nice, isn't it?”

“Yeah but why did you ask about the bedroom placement?” Harry asked teasingly. “Does it bother
you that I'll be sleeping right next door to you? Won't be able to keep your hands off
me?”

Hermione turned around, with he arms crossed and a stern look on her face. “Harry, will you stop
that?”

“Stop what?”

“Making these jokes about our sleeping arrangements!”

“Well, I thought it was funny, given what Mrs. Weasley said,” Harry shrugged.

“Harry, the joke is just getting old, okay? And I thought we weren't going to mention the
Weasleys!”

“Sorry, I thought we were still allowed to talk about their mum,” Harry apologized. “I
didn't mean to offend you, Hermione.”

“I know, I'm sorry, I think I'm just jetlagged and hungry. Once Mrs. Leibowitz gets
back, let's take a bus into town for dinner and some grocery shopping.”

Soon enough, Irene returned with an old appointment card from the office of Wendell and Monica
Wilkins DDS. The card had their address and phone number, with office hours.

“Here you go, dear. Is there anything else I can get you?'

“Can you recommend any good restaurants in town? Harry and I are pretty hungry.”

“Carl and I don't go out to eat that much but we like Café Bondi on O'Brien Street,
it's very casual and they have a large menu with generous portions. It gets pretty crowded but
since you'll be going later, you shouldn't have a problem.”

“Thanks, sounds good.”

They took a bus into town and went to Café Bondi. Irene was correct, they had a large menu and
the portions were big. Harry ordered the fish and chips and Hermione ordered a chicken salad. After
filling their bellies, they went to a nearby supermarket to fill up on basics for their
refrigerator.

On the bus back to their cottage, Hermione looked out the window and thought about the days
ahead. She was filled with a mixture of excitement and dread in seeing her parents again.

“You're awfully quiet,” Harry commented.

“Just tired,” she replied.

“So what are the plans for tomorrow?”

“I'm thinking about making an appointment to get my teeth cleaned.”

“And?”

“Well, I'm not just going to sit in the dentist chair and wave my wand around and say “Poof,
I've restored your memories, here I am!” Hermione whispered, making sure that other passengers
didn't hear her.

“Of course not,” Harry agreed. “I think it's a good idea for you to see them again, test the
waters. Are you going to use an alias?”

“No, I'm using my real name. They wouldn't recognize it anyway.”

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“Oh, you don't have to Harry. You should go to the beach and relax while you are here. I
know you came to help me out, but you should also spend some time thinking about your future.”

“I appreciate that, Hermione. But just say the word and I'll come with you if you need.”

Hermione smiled at Harry, grateful for his company. “Thanks for coming with me, Harry.”

He returned her smile. “You're welcome.”

The next day, Hermione called her parents' office to make an appointment. She spoke with a
receptionist who told her that they were booked up today but would be available tomorrow. So she
made an appointment for a cleaning the following day and requested for either Dr. Wilkins to do the
cleaning, rather than a hygienist. She knew that her parents were usually hands on with their
patients, but just wanted to be sure that she would meet them.

She and Harry had the rest of the day to themselves, so they decided to visit the beach. It
wasn't quite warm enough for bathing suits, so they decided just to take a walk and take in the
views.

As they were leaving their cottage, Hermione noticed a young woman getting into a red
convertible in front of the Leibowitz home. She waved them over, so they approached her.

“Hey there,” she said cheerily. “I'm Lucy. My grandparents mentioned that they had some new
tenants around my age so I wanted to say hello. I'm visiting them for a few weeks.”

Hermione held out her hand. “Hi, I'm Hermione and this is Harry.”

Lucy shook their hands while Harry noticed how pretty she was. She was tall and slender, with
tanned skin and sleek blond hair that fell midway down her back. She was dressed in a snug t-shirt,
jeans and flip-flops.

“Where are you off to today?” Lucy asked.

“Down to the beach and maybe go to Tamarama,” Hermione replied.

“I was planning to meet some friends at the beach as well. Do you want me to give you a
lift?”

Hermione was about to decline, but Harry jumped in and said, “That would be great, thanks.”

Harry got in the front seat next to Lucy while Hermione, feeling a bit peeved, sat in the
back.

“So, what brings you to Bondi?” Lucy asked, as she started the car and headed onto the road.

“Um, a little holiday,” Hermione said briskly. “We had a very stressful year so we decided to
come down here and relax.”

“I know what you mean, I just finished my first year at the University of Melbourne, I'm
pre-med. Do you two go to uni?”

“No,” Harry said, not knowing what “pre-med” was but started thinking that university might be
in his future. “We haven't graduated yet from school.”

“Are you from England? I love your accent.” Lucy asked.

“Thanks, I'm from Surrey and Hermione is from Oxford. Your accent is great, too.”

“How long have you two been together?”

“You mean, Hermione and me?” Harry asked with a chuckle. “We're not together, we're just
friends.”

Upon hearing that, Hermione felt the pit of her stomach tense up. “Yeah, Harry and I have known
each other for seven years - we're best friends.”

“My boyfriend and I met each other on the first day of class and we were friends for six months
before he asked me out.”

Hermione cheered up a bit when she heard that Lucy had a boyfriend. “Oh, tell me about your guy,
what is he like?”

“Ben's great - very smart, hard working and cute. I think he works a little too hard, but
he's very ambitious. He wants to be a research scientist and find a cure for cancer. He lost
his mum to breast cancer a few years ago. But he's also a musician, he plays guitar in a bar
band with some of his mates.”

“Is he here with you?”

“Not yet, he's coming next week for a visit. I can't wait to see him.”

Hermione was staring at the back of Harry's head, the wind messing up his unruly hair even
more. She would bet several galleons that he was frowning.

Lucy turned into a parking lot near Campbell Parade, which was the promenade at Bondi Beach.

“Well, here we are. Do you want to come with me and meet my friends?”

“Well, I'd love to meet some of your friends…are they girls?” Harry asked sheepishly.

“Well, unfortunately they're mostly guys.” Lucy laughed. “I come here to watch them surf. I
used to surf, but I injured my hip a few months ago, so I'm sitting this season out.”

“You know, maybe another time.” Hermione said. “Thanks for the ride, Lucy.”

“Well, if you'd like a ride back, I plan to leave around 3 today.”

“That would be nice of you, thanks. But if we're not here at 3 - don't wait for us, we
can take the bus back.”

“All right, see you later, or not. Have fun!” Lucy said, as she went off towards the sandy beach
to find her friends.

Harry watched her go with regret while Hermione looked amused. “Disappointed, Harry?”

Harry sighed. “She's a pretty girl and I've had a rough year. Can't you give me a
break?”

“Well, as you heard, she has a boyfriend and hangs around with surfer guys, so I think your
search for a distraction to take your mind off things will have to wait.”

“I suppose so,” Harry agreed.

Harry and Hermione headed towards the hiking path that ran alongside the shore. They walked
along together, talking and occasionally laughing. Hermione noticed couples walking past them
holding hands. Although she had held Harry's hand many times, in this context and given the
conversation they had with Lucy about their status, she felt it might make things awkward. So she
ignored the occasional urge she had to grab his hand.

“So, what do you plan to do after we leave Australia?” Harry asked.

“We just got here!” Hermione exclaimed. “I need to focus on my parents first.”

“I know, makes sense, I'm just wondering if you're planning to return to the wizarding
world or live like a Muggle, and you know, go to university, like Lucy.”

“Well, seeing as I don't even have a diploma from Hogwarts, university seems to be out of
the question at the moment. Of course I would love to continue my education, but I'm not sure
which world I want to live in. Both have their good points and bad. I guess I would like to be able
to choose to live in both.”

“Me, too.” Harry agreed. “I used to hate living in the Muggle world, but that's because I
was living with my aunt and uncle. But so far I am enjoying this. I don't mind riding the bus
or sitting in car, even though I know I could travel much faster on my broom or by apparating. I
also prefer muggle attire, especially on the opposite sex. Lucy was wearing the tightest t-shirt
I've ever seen!”

“Yeah, it was pretty tight, but I think she enjoyed the way you looked at her, boyfriend or
not.”

“You think so?”

Hermione nodded. “You're a good looking bloke, Harry. Any girl would be flattered.”

Harry laughed. “I don't think I've ever heard you refer to me as a bloke, Hermione. But
I do remember when you told me I was more fanciable than ever.”

“When did I say that?”

“You don't remember? It was at the beginning of 6th year when everyone was trying out for
Quidditch and I didn't get why the team was so popular.”

“Oh, I did say that, didn't I? But I turned out to be right - all those silly girls started
following you around.”

“Ah, yes, those were the days.” Harry joked. “Where are those girls now?”

“Far away from here.” Hermione said, staring at the ocean.

“You hungry?” Harry asked. “I think we've reached that food kiosk that you read about.”

Sure enough, the Tamarama café was just up ahead. Harry and Hermione ordered some focaccia and
tea and sat at a small table overlooking the beach. There was a photo session going on below with a
couple of models wearing bikinis.

“I like the view.” Harry said. “And the beach is nice, too.”

Hermione laughed in spite of herself. Part of her was enjoying this lighter side of Harry. She
always knew he had a good sense of humor, but it was often obscured by the darkness of his
situation.

“Why do they bother with clothing at all, they should just be naked!” Hermione exclaimed when
she saw how small their bathing suits were.

“I won't argue with you there.” Harry chuckled. “Hey, would you ever wear anything that
small, Hermione?”

Hermione shook her head. “I've worn a two piece when I summered with my parents in the South
of France. But I looked like a nun compared to the women there - most of them go topless.”

Harry nearly spit out his tea. “Are you serious? It's legal for them to walk around like
that?”

“Of course, the French are much more relaxed about that kind of thing.”

“Too bad you didn't send your folks to the South of France.”

“Very funny, Harry.” Hermione rolled her eyes. “I swear, I've never seen so much of this
randy side to your personality.”

“Well, I suppose it's because I had a psychopath chasing me for seven years. I didn't
have much time to make sex jokes.”

“No, that was Ron's job.” Hermione said dryly.

“Hey, you mentioned Ron! You're breaking our pact!” Harry exclaimed. “You know, we should
come up with some kind of punishment when one of us does that.”

Hermione raised her eyebrow. “What kind of punishment?”

“I don't know. Maybe we owe each other money or something?”

“How about whoever mentions those who shall not be named has to pay for dinner?” Hermione
suggested. “Since I was the offender, I will get the check our next meal.”

“Sounds good to me,” Harry agreed.

Hermione looked at her watch, it was almost three o'clock. “Well, it looks like we missed
our ride back to the cottage.”

“Wow, time flies, huh? I guess we were having fun.”

“And we'll have more fun taking the bus. You know, I'm thinking it might be a good idea
to rent a car.”

“You drive, Hermione?”

“Yes, I got my license two years ago, although I haven't had much practice since. Maybe I
should take a lesson or two while I'm here to brush up.”

“Maybe I should take driving lessons, too. It looks like fun.”

“Harry, driving isn't fun,” Hermione admonished. “It's a responsibility to be taken
seriously. It's not like a broom where you can go zipping off at whatever speed you want.”

“Yes, Professor McGonagall!” Harry said. “I know it's a serious thing. What I meant about
being fun is being able to come and go places without depending on the bus. Also, I don't think
a Muggle girl would be impressed if I came to pick her up for a date and we took the bus.”

“Unless she was an environmentalist, probably not,” Hermione said, as she sipped the last of her
tea. “Why don't we head back soon?”

“On foot or take the bus?”

“Why don't we just take the bus all the way back?”

They left the café and headed to their bus stop for a five minute wait. Once seated, Hermione
looked out the window at the well appointed beach houses that lined the streets.

Harry yawned.

“Tired?”

“Yeah, I guess it's the sea air. But it's a good kind of tired.”

“When we get back, why don't you take a nap and then we'll go to dinner?”

“Okay, but remember I get to pick and you're paying.”

The next morning, Hermione woke up early for her appointment. She showered, dressed and ate
breakfast before checking on Harry who was fast asleep in his room. She decided not to wake him and
instead left a note that she was going to her dental appointment. Hermione insisted that she go
alone to see her parents the first time, so Harry agreed.

The previous evening, they went back to Café Bondi for dinner and of course, Hermione paid.
Harry offered to start cooking dinner for them, so they would save some money as Hermione planned
to spend some money on brush up driving lessons and rent a car for their remaining time in
Australia.

Hermione took the bus to her parents' office. It was about a mile from their cottage and was
attached to large, modern looking house. As she approached their house, she felt very anxious. She
had planned not to let on who she was this first time, but just to get a sense of who the Wilkins
had become in the past year since she had last seen them.

She entered the office and a receptionist, a young woman with short, dark hair who looked to be
in her mid twenties, greeted her warmly.

“Hi, I'm Cathy. Are you Hermione?”

Hermione nodded. “Yes, I'm Hermione Granger, I have a 9AM appointment for a cleaning.”

“You are a new patient, so I will need you to fill out some paperwork, please.”

Hermione sat down on one of the chairs in the waiting area and filled out the sheets. Once she
was done she handed back the clipboard.

Cathy smiled at her. “Dr. Wilkins will be ready to see you shortly.”

Hermione asked “Do you know which dentist I will be seeing?”

“You will be seeing Dr. Monica,” Cathy replied. “You know, it's funny, you resemble her a
bit. Is she a relative?”

Hermione shook her head, her heart beating fast in anticipation of seeing her mother. “Um, no,
she isn't.”

Hermione took her seat again, and picked up a gossip magazine and idly flipped through the
pages.

A few minutes later, Cathy broke the silence. “Hermione, you can go in now.”

Hermione stood up and took a deep breath and followed Cathy into one of the examination rooms.
She got into the chair and Cathy placed a paper bib around her neck.

“Dr Wilkins will be right in,” Cathy said as she left the room and went back to her post.

Hermione looked around the room, it looked almost identical to the exam rooms her parents had at
their practice back home in England. The same posters were on the walls, and she also noticed a
vase of lilies in the corner. Her mother always liked to have flowers around her at work.

A moment later, a slim woman in her late 40's came into the room. Her bushy brown hair (with
some gray streaks) was up in a twist with a few tendrils loose around her face. She had an open,
friendly face and greeted Hermione warmly.

“Hello, I'm Dr. Monica Wilkins,” she said, holding out her hand.

“Hermione Granger,” she managed to choke out, shaking her mother's hand.

“So I see you are here for a cleaning.”

“Yes, it's been over a year since I had my teeth cleaned.”

“You should really have a cleaning every six months, you know.”

Hermione nodded. “I know, I've always had that done. My parents are dentists, too. It's
just that I was so busy last year, I didn't make the time. However, I always brush twice a day
and floss regularly.”

“I see from your information that you are 18 - you must've just finished school?”

“Well, yes,” Hermione lied.

“Are you off to university this fall?”

Hermione shook her head. “I'm not sure what I'm doing yet.”

“I see, so you're taking some time off to travel? How are you liking Australia so far?”

“Well, I've only been here a few days, but it's beautiful.”

“Yes, it is - my husband and I moved here from England a few years ago but we've had this
practice for almost a year. We love it here, the weather is so much nicer.”

“So you don't think you'd ever want to move back?”

“I doubt it,” Monica said. “So why don't we get started with the cleaning? Let me know if
the pressure is too much by raising your left hand.”

Hermione opened her mouth to let her mother start cleaning her teeth. This was something she was
used to as her parents used to take turns cleaning her teeth when she was younger. Her father would
do it in January before she returned to school and her mother would do it in June, when she
returned. So she was right on schedule.

The cleaning took about twenty minutes and after Hermione took her final rinse, her mother
handed her a mirror.

“Well, your teeth are now clean, Hermione. You have very healthy teeth and gums. I always tell
my patients at your age that it's imperative to keep up with your dental hygiene, especially
when you are off a university or not around your parents who can remind you to brush and
floss.”

Hermione nodded. “I know. You don't have to worry, Dr. Wilkins.”

“That's right, you did say your parents were dentists, didn't you? Where did they go to
school?”

“Kings College.”

“That's where Wendell, my husband and I met. What were your parents' names?”

“John and Elizabeth Granger.”

“Hmmm, the names sound familiar but I can't seem to place them.”

Hermione wondered if her memory charm was starting to wear off. Her mother was looking at her
quizzically, as if she had a flash of recognition.

“You do look a little familiar to me, Hermione.”

“I get that all the time,” Hermione lied. “People say I remind them of their cousin or
something.”

“I get that, too,” Monica agreed. “Well, in any case, it was nice to meet you and if you have
any further dental needs while you're here in Bondi, please give us a call.”

“Yes, I certainly will.”

Hermione watched as her mother left the room with mixed emotions. On the one hand, she was
relieved but on the other she was worried. She had no idea how or when it would be a good time to
restore her parents' memories. Her mother seemed to be blissfully unaware that she was once
Elizabeth Granger and had a daughter named Hermione.

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4. Chapter 4
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Chapter 4 - The Aftermath

Hermione returned to the cottage after her appointment. Instead of taking the bus, she decided
to walk home since it was a beautiful day and she needed to clear her head.

She still felt strange after leaving her parents' office. She wondered if she would ever get
back the feeling of safety and comfort of being with her parents, secure in the knowledge that they
loved her unconditionally and that she loved them back.

When she reached her street, she saw that Lucy was in the driveway washing her car.

Lucy looked up and waved to Hermione, so she approached her.

“Hermione, nice to see you again.”

“Hi Lucy, washing your car?”

“Yeah, I like to keep it shiny. My boyfriend is due here this weekend, so I like to have it look
nice for him.”

“It's a nice car. I'm thinking of taking driving lessons while I'm here and renting
one myself. I have a license but I haven't driven in a year or so.”

“I could recommend a driving school around here - there's one in Bondi Junction, on Spring
Street. I took some lessons there - they're pretty reasonable.”

“Thanks for the tip, I'll check them out,” Hermione replied.

“So where's Harry?” Lucy asked.

“I think he's still sleeping. I had an errand to run and I left him this morning.”

“He seems like a nice guy…and not bad looking either,” Lucy said, raising her eyebrows.

Hermione shrugged. “I suppose so.”

“Hermione, I know I don't know you very well, and I hope you don't mind me asking, but
what is the deal with you two? When I first met you the other day, I thought you guys were a
couple.”

“You're not the first to assume that, Lucy,” Hermione replied. “People at our school often
thought we were together. But we're not like that…Harry's like a brother to me.”

Hermione winced inwardly as she realized she wasn't sounding very convincing.

“I bet you think that Harry would never fall for you - that's why you say that. I was like
that with Ben when we first became friends. He had this girlfriend from home who was gorgeous and
brilliant and I felt like a mouse next to her. But then she dumped him and then we started going
out a couple of months later. “

Hermione's jaw dropped. “But you're a beautiful girl, Lucy. I don't know how you
could ever think of yourself as a mouse. Harry couldn't stop staring at you.”

Lucy blushed. “Thanks, Hermione. I bet you wished Harry would stare at you like that.”

Hermione sighed. It was true - she did sometimes wish that Harry would look longingly at her
like he did with Cho, Ginny and now Lucy.

“You know, you and I should go shopping together. I bet we could pick out some outfits that
would make Harry's eyes pop out of his head!”

Hermione shook her head. “Oh, no Lucy, I don't want to wear anything that will make me feel
uncomfortable. I've never liked short skirts or low cut tops. And at our school, we wore robes,
so I'm used to being covered up.”

“Hermione, you don't have to dress like that to get Harry's attention. We can just pick
up a few outfits that will show off your figure. And maybe a bikini for the beach.”

“Well, I don't know, I need to be frugal with money.”

“No problem, I know a great little boutique in Bondi Junction and a girlfriend of mine works
there. She would be happy to let us use her discount.”

Hermione relented - she did after all need some new clothes. “Okay.”

“Great - why don't we go tomorrow? Let me just call my friend to make sure she's working
tomorrow. I'll give you a ring later to confirm.”

“Sounds great, thanks.”

Hermione continued on into the cottage. She dropped her bag on the couch and went to check up on
Harry. She knocked on his bedroom door but heard no answer. She opened the door and saw that he was
still asleep. She then looked at her watch, it was almost 11AM.

She decided to let him sleep some more, since technically he was on holiday and was about to
close the door when she heard his groggy voice call her name.

“Hermione?”

“Yeah, it's me.”

“Did you just get back?”

“Yes.”

Harry reached for his glasses and turned on the light and motioned for her to sit. He was
wearing a loose fitting t-shirt and boxer shorts.

Since there was nowhere else to sit but on the bed, Hermione sat down on the edge.

“So did you see your folks?”

“I saw my mum, she cleaned my teeth,” Hermione said dryly.

“And that's all?”

“Pretty much,” Hermione sighed. “She seems to have no idea that she is really Elizabeth Granger
and that I'm her daughter. Although she did say I looked a little familiar. The story I put in
their minds remains the same - they she and her husband Wendell are transplanted Brits in
Australia.”

Harry leaned over and squeezed Hermione's shoulder. “Well, look on the bright side, at least
your memory charm has been working for a year now. Your magic is still strong.”

Hermione chuckled and looked at Harry, with his trademarked crooked grin and unruly hair even
wilder from bed head. He looked unbelievably sexy. She tried to shake that notion from her
brain.

“I guess it worked a bit too well. I almost wish I had put a time limit on it, so it would
eventually wear off.” She sighed again. “Honestly, Harry, I have no idea when I can reverse the
charm.”

“Well, no time will be a good time. But I think the longer you wait, the worse it will be.”

“I know. But I really want to see my dad, too. I wish I could make another appointment but
I've already had my teeth cleaned.”

“But I haven't,” Harry suggested. “Why don't I make an appointment with your dad and you
can come with me?”

“Harry, have you ever been to a Muggle dentist?”

“Yeah, the Dursleys used to take me. I think they took pleasure in it. Although, I never had a
cavity or anything like that, unlike Dudley whose teeth were rotting from sweets. I think magic
made my teeth strong.”

“So you know what to expect. Going to the dentist isn't a pleasurable experience for most
people.”

“I know, but you want to see your dad, and I'm not really doing anything else here, so why
not?”

“Okay,” Hermione agreed. “Thanks for doing this.”

“I'll call them and see if I can make an appointment for tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? I can't go tomorrow.”

Harry raised his eyebrows. “Why, have you made plans?”

“Yeah, I ran into Lucy, and she invited me to go shopping with her. She wants to buy a new dress
for when her boyfriend visits, so she asked me for help.”

“So you're spending girl time together,” Harry said, a bit disdainfully.

“What's wrong with that?” Hermione asked.

“Nothing, you just never struck me as the girly type who likes to go shopping and gossip with
her girlfriends.”

“I am not girly or gossipy, Harry!” Hermione replied indignantly. “She just wanted some company,
that's all. And you're just jealous that she asked me and not you.”

“Believe me I would love to spend some time with Lucy, but not on a shopping trip, that would be
a little weird.”

“Yeah, it would,” Hermione changed the subject. “So why don't you call and make an
appointment with my dad for next Monday. Tomorrow is Friday and they're closed on the
weekends.”

“Okay, I'll make the call this afternoon,” Harry paused. “So what are we doing for the rest
of the day?”

“I think I'm going to sign up for a driving lesson. Lucy recommended a driving school in
Bondi Junction.”

“Sounds good, I think I'll go with you. I want to sign up too, for my learners' permit.
Might as well learn something while I'm here.”

Hermione sighed again, thinking about her parents. She was certainly going to learn a lot in the
coming weeks. Harry noticed that she looked a bit melancholy, so he moved closer and put his arm
around her, giving her a gentle squeeze.

“It'll be okay, Hermione.”

Hermione felt a shiver go up her spine. She was not used to Harry initiating affection - that
was usually her job. But she knew that his intentions were only brotherly, at least for now.

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The following day, Hermione and Lucy went shopping at the Funky Femme, a boutique in Bondi
Junction. Lucy introduced Hermione to her childhood friend Sarah, who worked there during the
summer months, and offered to ring up any purchases with her employee discount.

Hermione felt ill at ease as she perused the brightly lit shop filled with trendy fashions. She
was dressed in a loose fitting t-shirt, walking shorts and sneakers.

Lucy and Sarah led Hermione around the shop, all the while thinking that she thought that she
would never be caught dead or alive wearing some of the clothing she saw. There were lots of tube
tops, skimpy camisoles and miniskirts.

“What do you think of this, Hermione?” Lucy asked, as she held up a sundress printed with tiny
cherries all over it. “I bet Harry would like this on you.”

Hermione shook her head. “Oh, I don't know, Lucy.”

“Just try it on, it might look great on you,” Sarah urged. “If you don't like it, you
don't have to buy it.”

“Yeah, if you don't like it, I might buy it,” Lucy said. “I do need a dress for my date with
Ben tomorrow night.”

“Where is he taking you?” Sarah asked.

“He said it was a surprise, but that he's taking me somewhere nice.”

“So you try it on first,” Hermione said. “You need it more than I do.”

“No, you try it first, Hermione.”

Sarah took the dress into a fitting room and then returned to where the girls were looking at
some jeans.

“Oh, these jeans would look great on you,” Lucy said, pointing at a pair of designer jeans in
dark denim.

She continued on, playing personal shopper to Hermione and ignoring her protests. A few minutes
later, the dressing room was full of outfit options to try on.

Hermione entered the dressing room with trepidation. She would've never picked out these
clothes on her own. She felt silly thinking that Harry would need to see her in these trendy
outfits to see her in a different way.

Hermione closed her eyes and thought about the Yule Ball, which was more than four years ago.
She remembered the pleasant rush of feeling when Viktor Krum looked at her appreciatively that
night in her periwinkle blue dress robes. She also remembered that Harry seemed to be watching her
quite a bit that night. At the time, she thought nothing of it, perhaps brotherly concern, but
maybe he was watching her because this was a new side of her hadn't seen before. Hermione
wanted to feel that way again.

She tried on the cherry print dress, which actually fit her very nicely. It clung to all the
right places without looking too revealing. When she exited the fitting room to show Lucy and
Sarah, they both smiled approvingly.

“See, I could tell you had a nice figure, Hermione,” Lucy exclaimed. “It's been hidden under
these shapeless t-shirts!”

“That dress looks great on you!” Sarah agreed. “And I'm not just saying that so you will buy
it.”

“But I have no place to wear it,” Hermione protested, half-heartedly.

“Sure you do,” Lucy said. “I'm going to have a party next weekend - you and Harry are
invited.”

Hermione tried to visualize wearing the dress to Lucy's party and having Harry look at her
appreciatively.

“Okay, I'll take it,” she said.

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Later that afternoon, Lucy took Hermione to a local diner to grab a bite to eat and review their
purchases.

“I can't believe I spent all that money,” Hermione groaned, looking at her receipt from the
Funky Femme. Even with Sarah's discount, she had spent quite a bit, more than she had ever
spent on clothes before.

“But, it's worth it. You're worth it, Hermione,” Lucy reminded her. “That dress was made
for you and that other outfit you bought - the jeans and the lacy camisole with that jacket are
adorable. And don't forget the bikini and those cute sandals.”

“Do you really think Harry will like them?”

“Of course. But the important thing is that you look great in those outfits and will bring you
more confidence. Harry will definitely respond to that.” Lucy said. “When I buy myself a new outfit
- I tell people I'm buying it for my boyfriend, but I'm really doing it for myself. I just
like the way I feel when I look good, and Ben definitely appreciates that.”

“Well that dress you bought was amazing on you, Lucy.”

“Thanks. I'm looking forward to wearing it on our date tomorrow night. Of course if I'm
lucky, I won't be wearing it for very long,” Lucy said lasciviously.

Hermione blushed.

“Sorry, too much information, right?” Lucy asked, noticing Hermione's face.

Hermione shook her head. “No, it's okay.” She paused and lowered her voice. “If you
don't mind me asking, was Ben your first?”

Lucy shook her head. “Oh, no. I lost my virginity when I was 16, to my high school boyfriend. I
wish I had waited though - I wasn't really ready. Of course at the time I thought I was, but we
broke up a couple of months later and I regretted it. In fact, I wish I had waited for Ben. I'm
much more prepared now, and Ben is amazing. I really think he could be the one.”

“Really?” Hermione asked.

“Yeah, I just feel so comfortable around him. I can totally be myself and he accepts me, flaws
and all. And I accept him, too. Ben's not perfect, but he's got a great heart and he's
caring and sensitive.”

“You're really lucky,” Hermione sighed.

“I feel lucky and grateful. But so should you. Harry seems like a great guy.”

“He is,” Hermione agreed. “He's been so supportive of me lately, more than he's been in
the past. You see, for almost as long as I've known him, Harry was going through a very rough
time at school and he leaned on me through most of it. I always felt like I gave and gave to him,
but that he took me for granted most of the time. Not that I minded, because he had a lot on his
mind. But now, it's like our roles are reversed and I'm the one leaning on him.”

“That sounds like a good foundation for a long lasting relationship,” Lucy said. “The fact that
it seems that you've been there for each other through rough times means that you have a deep
bond. I'm envious of that.”

“Yeah, but when you've been friends as long as Harry and I, we tend to get stuck in our
perception of each other. I'm almost certain that Harry thinks of me as a sister and it's
very difficult for him to see me in another way. It's only recently, that I've even allowed
myself to entertain those thoughts.”

“Has he had other girlfriends?”

Hermione nodded. “Yeah, he's had two. One didn't last too long, but the other was the
sister of his best friend, who I briefly dated.”

“Wait, you dated Harry's mate's sister?”

Hermione laughed. “Oh no, Lucy! I dated Harry's best friend, Ron. He has a younger sister
named Ginny, who Harry was kind of serious with.”

“The plot thickens,” Lucy said. “You must've made an interesting foursome.”

“It's funny, Ginny had a long standing crush on Harry since she was a kid. And then two
years ago, Harry suddenly started to notice her. They were off and on for the past two years but
right now they are kind of off.”

“Well the fact that Harry is here with you in Australia speaks volumes to me. If he wanted to be
with this Ginny girl at all, would he be here?”

“I suppose not,” Hermione agreed. “I think Harry is over her - he changed a lot in the past year
and I think she's still in the same place.”

“Does Harry have a type?” Lucy asked. “You know, are there certain types of girls who he
likes?”

“Oh yeah, girls with long shiny hair who play Quid…, I mean girls who are athletic,” Hermione
said, motioning towards Lucy. “I mean, Harry was immediately drawn to you....sometimes I think if I
straightened my hair and started playing sports, Harry would notice me.”

“But that's not who you are Hermione. You shouldn't change who you are for a guy to like
you.'

Hermione snorted, “Yeah right, and didn't I just spend a couple of hundred of dollars on
clothes so a boy would like me?”

Lucy laughed. “Didn't you listen to what I said before? We're not changing who you are,
Hermione. We're just showing Harry a better version of you. And you liked yourself in those
outfits and they didn't make you uncomfortable did they?”

Hermione shook her head. “No, I suppose not. I guess I'm just clueless when it comes to
attracting the opposite sex.”

“What about Ron?” Lucy asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Ron and I were a disaster. We've been Harry's best friends
since our first year at our school. But we bickered constantly - about silly things really. Along
the way, Ron started to fancy me but never knew how to treat me nicely.”

“Ah - the typical boy likes girl but he pulls her hair instead of being nice?”

“Yeah, that was us. I suppose I gave him a shot because he did start being nice to me and I
never thought Harry would want me, so I kissed him.”

“You kissed him?” Lucy asked in surprise. “That was pretty aggressive of you.”

“Well, I suppose I was caught up in the moment, and Ron was never the forward type when it came
to girls, so…but it turned out that kissing Ron really was like kissing a brother.”

“Well at least you found out. Does he still fancy you?”

“I think he does. We kind of had a fight before I left England. Ron seemed jealous that I was
going on holiday with Harry and not him.”

“Well, like I said before, it speaks volumes about your relationship if you both left your
significant others behind to go on holiday together. Now all I have to do is help you and Harry get
together, once and for all.”

“Lucy, are you playing cupid?”

“Yes, I am. I see two great people who just need a little push in the right direction. Now you
have the dress, I'll set up the party next weekend and I hope that a little magic is going to
happen at the party with you and Harry. If only had a wand….”

Hermione nearly choked on her water when she heard that.

==============================================

The following week seemed to drag as Hermione waited in anticipation of Lucy's party. She
tried not to focus on her growing attraction to Harry and concentrate on a strategy for restoring
her parents' memories.

Harry wound up making an appointment with Hermione's father for a cleaning, which was pretty
uneventful except for the fact that Dr. Wilkins seemed very interested that Harry came from
England. He was missing his home country and wanted to move back.

When Harry shared this information with Hermione that evening over dinner at their cottage, she
was surprised.

“My mum said that she likes it here, she enjoys the weather. I wonder if she knows how my dad
feels.”

“Or maybe your dad senses that something isn't right and they really don't belong
here.”

“Well, for a second, I thought that Dr. Wilkins recognized me. He said I looked a little
familiar but couldn't place me.”

“That's what my mum said, too.”

“Hermione, do you have any idea yet, what you're going to do?”

“I`ve been thinking about it. First of all, I have to be present in order perform the spell.
I'm lucky that it's a non-verbal, but I do need to use my wand. So I can't do it in a
public place, nor do I want to do it at their office. I think I'm going to have to pay them a
visit.”

“What are you going to do - when they open the door, hit them with the spell?” Harry asked.

“No, of course not,” Hermione replied. “I think I need to talk with them first, explain who I
really am and why I'm here.”

“What if they don't believe you?”

“Well, then I'll have to do the recovery spell, and they'll have to.”

“I don't envy you, Hermione,” Harry said patting her hand lightly. “But if anyone can do
this, it's you.”

“Thanks,” Hermione said, sighing. She looked nervously at Harry. “So, I've been meaning to
tell you, Lucy invited us to a party this weekend.”

“She did? When?”

“She mentioned it a couple of days ago when we went shopping.”

“Ah yes, the mysterious shopping trip, the one where you refused to show me what you
bought.”

“I thought you weren't into girly things, Harry.”

“I'm not, it's just that you were a bit vague when I asked you how it went. So anyway,
this party - what's the occasion?”

“None really, I think she just wanted to celebrate summer with her boyfriend and her
friends.”

“Did she say if she's inviting any girls or just the blokes she surfs with?”

“Well, I know she's inviting her friend Sarah, the one from the shop we went to, but she has
a boyfriend, I think. I'm not sure who else.”

“Well, I hope she invites some single girls, because frankly, I'm getting a little
bored.”

“Are you really bored, Harry?” Hermione asked, feeling a little offended.

“To be honest, yeah. I mean, I like sleeping `til noon, cooking and helping you out, but I'd
like to have a little fun while I'm here.”

“What about those driving lessons?” Hermione reminded him. “Weren't you interested in
applying for a learner's permit?”

“Yeah, but don't I have to take an exam?”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Yes, Harry you will have to study the driving handbook and take a
test. They will not let you behind the wheel unless you pass.”

“And you'll help me study, right?”

“Of course, why should anything change?” Hermione said, a bit irritably and pushed her plate
away. “I think I'm going to take a walk.”

Harry looked a little perplexed. “Was dinner okay?”

“It was fine, I just need some air.”

“Do you want company?”

“No, that's okay, I just have a lot on my mind.”

Hermione grabbed a sweater and went to take a walk. She found herself heading towards the beach.
She took off her shoes and walked on the sand, which was cold in the night air. She felt tears of
frustration sting her eyelids. She was getting impatient that things weren't going her way yet
with Harry and her parents.

She wondered if Harry was ever going to see her as something other than his bookworm best
friend, and she also wondered if she was ever going to have a great relationship with her parents
again. She missed them terribly and wanted them back in her life.

Hermione was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she almost tripped over a pair of lovers
making out on a blanket.

“Oh, I'm sorry!” Hermione exclaimed, embarrassed. “I didn't see you.”

“Hermione?” A familiar voice said. It was Lucy and a guy Hermione presumed was her
boyfriend.

“Oh, Lucy, I'm so sorry.”

“No worries,” Lucy said, as she adjusted her top. “Hermione, this is Ben.”

“Nice to meet you,” Ben said, clearly embarrassed as he hastily stood up on the blanket.

Hermione took in his appearance in the moonlight. He was tall and lean with dark hair similarly
cut like Harry's (but less untidy). He was definitely good-looking but in an unassuming way.
She could see why Lucy would be attracted to him.

“What are you doing out here on your own tonight?” Lucy asked.

“I needed some air.” Hermione explained.

“Did you and Harry have a row?”

Hermione shook her head. “Not really, he was just getting on my nerves. Anyway, I should leave
you two alone.”

“Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?” Lucy asked.

Hermione shrugged uncomfortably. She really didn't want to talk about her boy troubles in
front of Lucy's boyfriend, but he chimed in.

“Yeah, maybe I could help. You know, give you a guy's perspective.”

Hermione sighed and sat on the blanket and Lucy and Ben followed.

“Well, it's about your party, Lucy. I don't think Harry wants to be my date. When I
mentioned your party, he started asking me if there would be any single girls there. He says
he's bored and wants to have some fun, preferably with a girl who isn't me.”

“Hermione, did you ask Harry to be your date to the party?” Ben asked.

Hermione shook her head.

“Well that's it then. If Harry doesn't know that you're interested in him, of course
he's going to be interested in other girls. You need to let him know.”

“But what if he says no? Things will be very awkward between us for the rest of our
holiday.”

“And what makes you so sure he'll say no?” Lucy asked.

“Because - he's treating me like he always does - the bookworm who will help him with his
homework. He's going for his learner's permit and wants me to help him study for his
written exam.”

“So what?” Ben asked. “Lucy and I study together all the time. And sometimes we actually open
our textbooks!”

Hermione chuckled at Ben's comment wistfully. If only things were like that between herself
and Harry.

“Seriously, Hermione.” Lucy said. “What have you got to lose? Just be casual about it, don't
make a big deal.”

“But what if he wants to go as friends?” Hermione asked.

“Then go as friends…for now. Things can change. Remember, Ben and I were friends before we got
together. And that dress will make Harry see you differently. And I'm inviting my surfer
friends - they're really nice guys. Maybe if Harry sees you flirting and having fun with other
guys, it might open his eyes.”

“Will you be inviting any single girls?” Hermione asked. “What if Harry finds somebody he wants
to flirt with?”

“Actually, I don't have any single girlfriends, Hermione…except for you of course.”

Suddenly, Hermione felt a lot better.

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5. Chapter 5
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The Aftermath - Chapter 5

Hermione returned to the cottage after talking with Ben and Lucy to find Harry sprawled out on
the sofa watching TV. Harry put the remote on mute when Hermione came into the living room and
moved over so she could sit down.

“How was your walk?” he asked tentatively.

“It was just what I needed,” she replied. Hermione took a deep breath. “Harry, about Lucy's
party…I was wondering if you would be my date.”

Harry's eyebrows rose. “Your date?”

“Well, I ran into Lucy during my walk and she told me that she's inviting her surfer
friends. She said that they can be a little aggressive and I thought it might make me more
comfortable if you acted as my date,” Hermione fibbed.

“You mean, pretend to be your boyfriend in case those guys try to hit on you?”

“I suppose so, yeah.”

“I guess I could….but what if there's some girls I want to talk to? If I'm supposed to
be taken, then what's the point?”

“Well, Lucy doesn't have many single girlfriends…but I suppose if there's someone you
really want to chat up, I won't stop you.”

“So why are we going to this party anyway if not to meet new people?” Harry asked.

“I just thought it might be fun for us to meet some of her friends. And you should meet Ben, he
seems really nice.”

“Wait, you met Ben? I thought you just ran into Lucy.”

“Well, she was with him - he's a nice guy and it might be nice for you to make a new friend
while you're here.”

“Sounds like you really want to go to this party, Hermione,” Harry said.

“I do.”

“Okay, we'll go. And I'll pretend to be your guy if anyone tries to pull a McLaggen on
you.”

“You mean Cormac McLaggen?” Hermione asked, embarrassed that Harry brought up his name.
“Whatever made you think of him?”

”I remember you went with him in sixth year to Slughorn's Christmas Party to make *you
know who* jealous and you spent the evening avoiding him. Although I don't really understand
what the big fuss was about since *you know who* wasn't even there.”

Hermione blushed. She did want to get back at Ron but she also remembered how extreme
Harry's reaction was to her flirting with McLaggen. She wondered if hadn't been a bit
jealous.

“That was a long time ago, Harry. I wasn't quite myself in sixth year.”

“Yeah, I noticed.”

Well at least he noticed something, Hermione thought.

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Saturday night finally came. Hermione spent quite a good deal of time getting ready. She used
some hair potion to get her hair to fall in sleek ringlets, instead of a frizzy mess. She put on
make-up, something she usually avoided unless it was a special occasion. Nothing too drastic, just
eyeliner, blush and some lip gloss. She also went the day before to get a pedicure and had gotten
her toenails painted a dark red color to match the dress.

She tried on the cherry printed sundress with a pair of low heeled sandals she bought on her
shopping trip. Lucy's party was going to be in the Leibowitz' back yard; it was a warm
night, so she didn't need to bring a sweater.

Harry knocked on her bedroom door. “Hermione it's close to nine, shouldn't we be going
soon?”

She scrutinized herself in the mirror. She did look nice, she had to admit. Lucy's words
came to mind, *you -**only a better version of you.*

Hermione took a deep breath and opened the door, where Harry was standing with an impatient look
on his face.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes, I am.” She grabbed a small purse that she had picked up the previous day after the
pedicure.

“Is that a new dress?” Harry asked. “I've never seen it before.”

Hermione smiled to herself, he had noticed. “Yes, it's new.”

“Did you buy it during your shopping trip with Lucy?” Harry asked.

Hermione nodded. “What do you think?”

Harry shrugged. “It's nice, I guess. Just not something I would picture you in.”

“What do you picture me in, Harry?” Hermione wondered aloud.

Harry shrugged again. “I thought you would be more casual tonight, considering that you
don't want any guys chatting you up.”

“So you don't think it's me?” she asked.

“I don't know, I'm not really the right person to ask about fashion,” Harry said,
gesturing to his own outfit, which consisted of a polo shirt and a pair of jeans and trainers.

“You like nice to me, Harry,” Hermione said, a bit flirtatiously.

“Erm, thanks, let's go,” he said, a bit uncomfortably.

They walked next door to the Leibowitz house and followed the noise to the back yard. The
backyard was huge with a large deck decorated with Chinese lanterns. There was also a pool and a
few guests were swimming. A boom box was playing rock music.

Lucy, dressed in a tank top and a long flowing skirt, was mixing some drinks behind the
makeshift bar when she saw Harry and Hermione approach.

She put the drinks down and greeted both with quick hugs. “I'm so glad you both made
it!”

“Well, you know, we traveled a long distance to get here,” Harry joked.

“Where are your grandparents? Do they know about this party?” Hermione asked.

“Yes, they know about it, but they aren't home. They went to visit some relatives in Sydney
this weekend. Hermione, I love that dress on you,” Lucy raved, a bit too obviously. “Don't you
think it looks nice on her, Harry?”

Harry nodded, while Hermione felt a bit embarrassed.

“Do you want some drinks?” Lucy asked. “We have beer, mixed cocktails, juice or water.”

“I'll have a beer,” Harry replied.

“I'll have the same,” Hermione agreed, hoping to calm her nerves.

Lucy retrieved two bottles sitting in ice and handed them to her guests. “The tops are twist
off, you don't need a bottle opener. Ben is in the kitchen preparing some snacks. Harry, why
don't you go into the house and introduce yourself? Maybe he needs some help with the
trays?”

“Sure, no problem,” Harry said, figuring the two girls would want to gossip with each other.
“I'll be right back.”

When Harry had gone into the house, Lucy turned to Hermione. “So how's it going with
him?”

Hermione shook her head. “I don't know, he seemed to like the dress but he also doesn't
think it's me.”

“Well, probably because he's never seen you in a dress like this. See those guys?” Lucy
asked, motioning her drink towards a group of four guys dressed in long shorts and t-shirts.

“Those are my surfer friends, and I think they're all wondering who the hottie is wearing
the cherry print dress.”

Hermione glanced towards the guys and Lucy was right- they were all looking in her direction.
One of them, with wavy blond hair and a deep tan, smiled at her and raised his beer.

“Oh that's Justin. You better watch out for him- he's a big flirt,” Lucy said. “Hey, you
know, he's the perfect guy to get Harry jealous.”

“Lucy, just so you know….I kind of told Harry a white lie to get him to be my date tonight. I
asked him to pretend to be my boyfriend to prevent any guys from being too forward with me.”

Lucy laughed. “Oh Hermione! What am I going to do with you?”

Just then, Justin walked over to where Lucy and Hermione were standing. “Hey Lucy, great party.
Who's your pretty new friend?”

Hermione blushed.

“Hermione, this is Justin.”

She held out her hand to him. “Nice to meet you, Justin.”

Instead of shaking her hand, Justin lowered his lips to the top of her hand, looking up at her
with his brilliant blue eyes. “The pleasure is all mine.”

Hermione felt herself flush at the contact. She knew he was laying it on a little thick, but she
couldn't help but be flattered at the attention she was receiving.

“Are you from England? I dig the accent,” Justin said as Hermione pulled her hand back.

Hermione nodded, “Yes, I'm from Oxford.”

“What brings you to Australia?”

“Holiday, with a friend.”

“And where is your friend?”

“He's in the kitchen with Ben.”

“He?” Justin asked, eyebrows raised.

“Harry, he's a friend from home.”

“Just a friend then? Not a boyfriend?”

Hermione shook her head, grateful that Harry was not at her side at the moment. “I'm
single.”

“Well, what do you know, I'm single, too,” Justin said with a smile.

“Yeah, but he hardly lives like a monk,” Lucy teased.

“Well, what can I say, I enjoy the company of women. But maybe it's time for me to settle on
just one.” Justin said, staring at Hermione. “Why don't you come sit down with me, and
let's get to know each other better?”

Hermione gave Lucy a nervous look, but she nodded encouragingly. “Okay.”

Justin led her to a quiet corner of the yard and they sat down on a couple of lawn chairs.

Meanwhile, Harry emerged from the kitchen with Ben, carrying trays of snacks. Ben had been
telling him the story of how he met Lucy and how happy he was that she was his girlfriend. Harry
found himself a little jealous of Ben, not just because he had Lucy, but he seemed to have his
future planned out. Despite this, Harry found it hard not to like him. Something about Ben reminded
him of Neville.

He looked around the yard for Hermione. He saw Lucy walking towards them, to help with the
food.

“Where's Hermione?” Harry asked.

“I think she's talking with Justin,” Lucy replied.

“Who's Justin?” Harry asked.

“Justin Moy,” Ben answered. “He's a notorious flirt, with a new girlfriend every week.”

Harry shook his head. “I don't understand Hermione at all. She asked me to be her date
tonight and pretend to be her boyfriend. Then the first thing she does is goes off with some
strange guy?”

“You just don't understand women, do you?” Lucy asked, shaking her head.

“Apparently not, Hermione always said I was clueless with girls. She was always giving me advice
with my girlfriends.”

“And did you follow it?” Ben asked.

Harry nodded. “Yeah - she's the smartest girl I know. I wish I knew why she is acting so
silly. I suppose it could be the stress…”

“What kind of stress?” Lucy asked.

Harry didn't want to say too much. “She's just having a rough time with her family right
now…anyway, maybe I should go and check on her, make sure she's okay.”

“I think that's a great idea,” Lucy said, smiling at his concern.

Harry scanned the yard and saw Hermione seated on a lawn chair, sipping her beer and looked to
be listening intently to whatever Justin was saying to her. He saw Justin move his chair closer to
Hermione, his face a few inches from hers. For some reason, Harry didn't feel comfortable with
this and frowned as he saw her laugh and toss her curls around.

Then he saw Justin touch a lock of her hair and tuck it behind her ear; he was definitely making
his move. He looked like he was about to lean in closer when Harry interrupted them.

“Hermione, sweetie, there you are,” Harry said in a cheerfully fake voice.

Justin pulled back and looked confused. “Sweetie?”

Harry approached Hermione and put a hand on her shoulder. “Hermione is my girlfriend. I'm
Harry Potter.”

“Sorry mate,” Justin said, standing up. “I thought she was single.”

“Well, she's not, we're practically engaged,” Harry said, tightening his grip on
Hermione's shoulder.

Clearly embarrassed, Justin made a beeline to where his friends were watching.

An angry Hermione stood up and pulled out of his grasp. “Harry, what do you think you're
doing? I was having a perfectly nice conversation and you come along and ruin it.”

Harry snorted. “Conversation? Hermione, the only thing he wanted to converse with was your lips!
And what the hell is going on? You ask me to pretend to be your boyfriend to protect you from guys
like Justin and then the first thing you do is go and try to hook up with him. What is going on
with you?”

”What's going on with me?” Hermione said, her voice rising. “Harry, why do you think I wore
this dress tonight? Why do you think I flirted with Justin?”

Harry shook his head. “I don't know. Maybe you've gone mental?”

Hermione was incensed. “Mental? Maybe I was mental to think that someday you wouldn't want
to pretend to be my boyfriend but actually want to be my boyfriend!”

She stormed off and left the yard, leaving Harry thoroughly confused.

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Hermione sat alone on the beach, shivering, and staring out at the moonlit ocean. The
temperature was a lot colder than it had been in Lucy's yard, but then again she was flushed at
the attention she was receiving, plus the warm feeling of the beer in her belly and finally her
rising anger at Harry.

She wiped her tears away and hugged her knees closer to her body, trying to keep warm. She
wished she had thought to bring her wand with her so she could've performed a warming
charm.

At that moment, she didn't hear them approach but someone had gingerly placed a sweater
around her shoulders. Startled, she looked up and saw Harry standing behind her, looking down at
her with a mixture of concern and trepidation.

“I thought you might be cold, so I brought your sweater,” Harry explained.

Hermione looked down. “Thanks,” she paused. “How did you know where to find me?”

“Well, I went back to the cottage after you left the party but you weren't there, so I
figured you came down to the beach.”

“You always know where to find me,” Hermione gazed up at him for a moment.

Harry took that as invitation to sit, so he sat down on the sand and hugged his knees to his
chest, mimicking her position.

“Hermione, what happened back there?” he said gently. “First you ask me to pretend to be your
boyfriend and then get mad at me for doing what I was asked. And what was all of that about your
wanting me to be your boyfriend? Did you mean that?”

Hermione shook her head, ashamed of herself. She was behaving like a lovesick schoolgirl, and
she hated herself for it.

“I'm sorry, Harry. For the way I behaved. I should've just told you how I was feeling
instead of playing some silly game.”

“And how are you feeling?” Harry asked.

“Harry, ever since we've come to Australia, my feelings for you have changed.”

*Changed?* She had always loved him. That wasn't the right word.

”Well, not changed, exactly, more like they've deepened. I think I'm falling for
you.”

Harry's eyes grew wider in the moonlight. “So you meant what you said. You do want me to be
your boyfriend.”

Hermione nodded. “Yes, I do. But only if you want it, too,” she took a breath. “I suppose I
wanted to get dressed up tonight and flirt with somebody else to gauge your feelings. Lucy thought
if I wore a nice dress, I would get your attention.”

“So this was Lucy's idea?”

“Kind of, but I went along with it. I guess I was tired of you thinking of me as your bossy,
bookworm best friend.”

“Is that what you think, Hermione? Is that how you think I look at you?”

“Well, isn't it? Since we've been here, all you talked about was finding some girl to
take your mind off things. You never once considered that I could be that girl?”

Harry shook his head. “Hermione you have to understand something. For the longest time, in my
mind, you've been Ron's. I knew it since fourth year, at the Yule Ball. That row you had
when Ron was jealous that Krum had asked you. I knew then that someday, the two of you would get
together. And then you did.”

“But, Harry, it didn't last long, did it? Ron and I are all wrong for each other.”

“I know that now, believe me. But in my mind, it's hard for me to think of you as anything
else. I guess it's something that I have to get used to.”

Harry took a deep breath and looked at Hermione. “But you have to know that there is more to you
than just a bossy bookworm who helps me out of a jam or lets me copy her homework.”

“Yeah?” Hermione asked, hopefully.

“You're amazing, Hermione. Everything you did for me last year, giving up school to come
with me on the Horcrux hunt, wiping out your parents' memories, staying when Ron deserted us,
Godrics' Hollow…”

Harry paused and he was transported back to last Christmas when Hermione stood beside him in the
snow, holding his hand, conjured up the flowers and then they left with their arms around each
other. She had seen him at his most vulnerable, understood the despair he was feeling and pulled
him back from the dark abyss. He was suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of deep affection for
her.

Harry looked at her again, amazed that he had never really let himself feel what Hermione meant
to him.

“Everything you've done for me, I don't even know if I could ever pay you back. I
thought maybe by coming here to Australia, I could stand by you the way you did for me. But I
haven't been doing a very good job, have I? Instead of being supportive, I've been a git,
complaining that I don't have a girl.”

“But Harry, you have been supportive. You went to see my dad, didn't you? You've
listened to me and given me feedback on my plan to restore their memories. You've been a good
friend, that's all I can ask for.”

“But what if I want to be more than that to you?”

Hermione's breath hitched in her throat. “Is that what you want, Harry? Do you want to be
more than just my best friend?”

”I think I do,” Harry answered. “Hermione, will you go out with me?”

“You mean on a date?” she asked, not quite believing what was happening.

Harry nodded. “Yeah, I think we should go on a date.”

Hermione smiled. “I would love to.”

“But this time, no parties. Let me take you out to dinner, and maybe to the cinema?”

“Sure, when?”

“Tomorrow night?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Harry stood up and held out his hand to Hermione, who now had a big smile on her face as she
took his hand, interlacing her fingers with his.

“Shall we go home?”

“Yes, but can we make a stop at Lucy's first? I want to apologize to her for leaving her
party without saying goodnight.”

“That's fine, as long as you stay away from that Justin bloke.”

“Justin who?” Hermione smirked.

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6. Chapter 6
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Chapter 6

A/N: Hope everyone enjoyed their holidays! Here's a shorter chapter to tie you over. As for
feedback for last chapter, I wanted to make it clear that it wasn't the new dress that made
Harry realize he had feelings for Hermione, but rather his memories of Godric's Hollow and all
she has done for him.

They returned to their cottage after stopping by at Lucy's to apologize. When Lucy saw them
enter her yard, hands entwined and a joyful look on Hermione's face, she knew that her plan had
worked. She told them there was nothing to forgive and told Hermione that they should make plans to
hang out again soon. Hermione also wanted to apologize to Justin, but Lucy said that he had already
left to go meet another girl.

Harry and Hermione let go of each other's hands when they entered their kitchen.

“Do you want some tea?” Harry asked.

Hermione shook her head and yawned. “No, thanks, I think I'm going to change and go to
bed.”

“Okay, I guess I'll do the same. I'll go use the bathroom.”

There was a tense silence as Hermione left the kitchen to go into her room to change. This was
definitely weird. Although she was happy that things were starting to progress between them, it
would be a little awkward to be sharing the same living space.

She took off her cardigan and dress and changed into a baggy t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts.
She put her hair, which had started to frizz in the beach air, into a pony tail and waited for
Harry to emerge from the bathroom.

He knocked on her door. “I'm out of the bath, Hermione.”

“Thanks.”

She opened the door, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but he had gone into his bedroom and shut
the door.

As she removed her make-up and washed her face, she decided that maybe she should talk to him
before things got even more awkward. When she finished her routine, she knocked on Harry's
door.

“Harry? May I come in?”

“Sure.”

Hermione opened the door and found him sitting on his bed, also dressed in a t-shirt and boxers,
reading his learner's permit manual.

“How's the studying coming?”

“Okay, I guess. It's a bit frustrating you know, learning this stuff in a book. I've
always preferred learning by doing.”

Hermione nodded. “I know, but they won't let you practice driving until you learn the rules
of the road.”

“As you keep reminding me,” Harry said, with a smirk. “So what's up?”

Hermione took a deep breath. “I guess I wanted to talk about…our new status.”

“New status?” Harry asked, amused.

“Well, you did ask me out tonight,” Hermione reminded him.

“And you asked me to be your boyfriend,” Harry countered.

“Right, I was just thinking that it might be a little awkward since we're, you know…living
together.”

“You mean living in sin, like Mrs. Weasley suggested?” Harry replied, his eyebrows waggling.

“We are not living in sin!” Hermione protested.

“I'm just joking, Hermione,” Harry said. “Listen, I agree with you that things might be a
little weird between us, but I think we'll be fine. We can take things slow.”

“How slow?” she asked.

“As slow as you want. I'm in no hurry, I've got all the time in the world now.”

Hermione smiled at him. He looked truly happy and relaxed, for the first time she could
remember. “Thanks, Harry.”

“You're welcome.”

They smiled at each other and made eye contact. Hermione felt as if there was an electric
current between them. She tried to remember why she had come to talk to Harry.

“But isn't it still going to be weird - dating while being house mates?” Hermione asked
anxiously.

“Well, I guess it will be, but we'll deal with it,” Harry shrugged.

Hermione sat deep in thought for a minute. “Maybe we should come up with some rules.”

“Rules?” Harry asked. “You mean like boundaries?”

“Yes, maybe, I mean after tonight, your bedroom is off limits to me, unless of course you invite
me in and vice versa. Same thing with the bathroom.”

“Hermione, we don't really use the bath at the same time, even now.”

“Yes, but you've brushed your teeth while I was in the shower. I don't think I'd
feel comfortable doing that now.”

“Why, because I might start thinking about your naked soapy body while I'm brushing my
teeth? Believe me, I don't need to be in the bathroom with you to enjoy that image.”

A scarlet Hermione picked up one of Harry's pillows and whacked him in the head with it,
knocking off his glasses.

“What am I going to do with you?” she laughed in spite of herself, shaking her head.

Harry laughed and put his glasses back on. “Well, I have some ideas,” he replied, lowering his
voice.

“I'm sure you do.” Sensing his amorous mood, Hermione got off the bed. “I think I'm
going to turn in now and get out of here before I get myself into trouble.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” Harry said, laying on the bed and putting his hands behind his head.
"Sweet dreams, Hermione."

“Goodnight, Harry.” Hermione closed the door behind her.

This new thing between them was going to take some getting used to, but she was determined to
enjoy every moment instead of worrying, like she usually did.

She smiled to herself; did Harry really fantasize about her being in the shower? She thought
ahead to their date tomorrow night, and the notion that they might share their first kiss. The
thought made her positively giddy.

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The following day, Hermione uncharacteristically slept in. When she woke up, she saw that her
bedside clock read 11:00. She stretched and yawned and smiled to herself, trying to remember the
dream she had, something about Harry lying on top of her and devouring her mouth with his
tongue….

She got out of bed and went to bathroom to relieve herself. She then looked around for signs of
Harry. The house was unusually quiet and she found herself in the kitchen. On the table was a
note.

*Hermione-*

*I went out to run some errands. Be back later.*

*Harry*

She wondered where he went, but was grateful to be alone. There was no pre-date awkwardness
without him hanging around the house. She took a shower and put on a t-shirt and shorts.

Hermione looked outside and it looked like a beautiful day. After eating breakfast, she took a
blanket and headed to the beach to read a romance novel she had picked up in the airport magazine
shop.

Hermione was not usually the type to read romance novels, thinking that they were silly trash.
But now that she had a real romance in her life, she found herself identifying with the novel's
heroine. She was a high powered lawyer who always put her career first but found herself attracted
to a man representing the side she was prosecuting.

She was so absorbed in the novel that she didn't notice a person standing over her, blocking
the sun.

“Hermione?”

When she heard her name and looked up, she saw Lucy, dressed in a tank top and cargo shorts, her
blond hair up in a twist.

“Oh, Lucy! I didn't see you.”

“What are you reading?”

“The Law of Attraction,” Hermione replied, a bit embarrassed. “It's a romance novel.”

“Any good?” Lucy asked.

“It's trite and predictable, but the sex scenes are good.”

“Oh, sounds like a must read,” Lucy said, sitting beside her. “So, speaking of romance, how are
things with Harry?”

Hermione blushed and smiled at the mention of his name. “Good, I think. We have our first date
tonight.”

Lucy clapped her hands. “Congratulations!”

Hermione's smile faded a bit. “Thanks, but I'm a bit nervous.”

“I understand. I was so nervous when Ben and I had our first real date. We were both on our best
behavior when the evening started that we forgot to be ourselves. Once we admitted that we were
nervous, we relaxed a little and everything was great.”

“What did you do on your date?”

“Ben took me to a nice restaurant near campus and then we spent the rest of the night walking
and talking. I remember when we had our first kiss, we were standing on the top of this hill that
overlooked our university and he just kissed me, no warning. But it was amazing, I'll never
forget it.”

Hermione sighed, seeing Lucy's rapt face. “I hope I will have a memory like that.”

“Where is Harry taking you?”

“Honestly? I don't know. He said he wanted to take me to dinner and maybe a movie.”

“Where is he now?”

“I don't know, he left me a note saying he was running an errand.”

“Well, maybe he's planning your date right now.”

“Could be, but Harry's not much of a planner. He tends to fly by the seat of his pants.”

“And you are the planner, I take it?”

“Yes, I am. But since he did the asking, I suppose I have to leave it up to him.”

Lucy stood up. “Well, I'm going to meet Ben for lunch, do you want to join us?”

Hermione shook her head, not wanting to be a third wheel. “No, thanks. I think I want to finish
my book.”

“Okay, well good luck tonight," Lucy said. "I can't wait to hear all about
it.”

“Thanks, Lucy. Say `hi' to Ben for me.”

A couple of hours later, Hermione finished her book, disappointed by the ending. The heroine got
pregnant and married her lawyer, but gave up her career to be a stay at home mom. This ending
didn't ring true for Hermione, because the character loved her career. Perhaps she was
projecting her own desires onto the heroine, but Hermione didn't see why a woman should have to
choose to be a mom or a have a successful career.

She walked back to the cottage, hoping to find Harry waiting for her. She was disappointed to
find out that he still wasn't back yet. Feeling a bit anxious, she made herself an egg salad
sandwich for a snack and then sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.

Hermione aimlessly surfed through the channels and turned off the TV. She thought of her parents
and felt guilty that she hadn't made any headway in her plan to restore their memories. She
knew she couldn't stay here forever without doing anything, so she resolved to go see them
later in the week.

She went into her bedroom and examined her closet for something to wear on her date with Harry.
She didn't know where he was taking her, but she pulled out the jacket and camisole that she
bought when she went shopping with Lucy. She had a simple a-line skirt that she could pair it up
with if Harry took her somewhere nice, or the designer jeans from her shopping trip if they were
going somewhere more casual.

Soon she heard the front door open. “Hermione?” Harry called.

She rushed out of her room and saw Harry standing in the living room with a shopping bag in one
hand and bouquet of flowers in the other.

“Where have you been? I was starting to worry,” Hermione admonished.

“Hello to you to,” Harry smirked. “This is for you,” he said, handing her the bouquet.

Hermione softened as she took the bouquet of lilies from him and inhaled their scent.

“Oh they're beautiful, thank you Harry.”

She went into the kitchen and put the flowers in a vase, with Harry following close behind.

“I have something else for you,” he announced.

Hermione turned around and watched Harry remove something wrapped in tissue paper from his
shopping bag - she noticed the bag was from the Funky Femme, where she and Lucy had shopped.

He unwrapped the tissue paper and held up a lacy, white halter-style dress. “What do you
think?”

Hermione giggled. “Well, I'm not sure if it's your style, Harry.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Very funny. I bought it for you, you know for our date tonight.”

“You bought me a dress?” Hermione asked, not quite believing what was happening.

“Do you like it? I bought it from Lucy's friend, Sarah. She said it was your size.”

“I can't believe you bought me a dress. And that boutique is not exactly cheap.”

“Well, Sarah gave me her discount, and you know that money has never been a problem. And I'm
taking you somewhere really nice tonight, and I didn't think you'd want to wear the same
dress two nights in a row.”

“Where are we going, Harry?” Hermione asked, her curiosity piqued.

“It's a surprise. I think you'll like it.”

“But I already picked out an outfit to wear tonight, you really didn't have to do this.”

Harry put up his hands. “Hermione, just trust me, okay? Please just wear the dress and just let
me plan everything. I promise you it will be a night to remember.”

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7. Chapter 7
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Chapter 7

Hermione stood in front of her bedroom mirror and took a deep breath as she looked at her
reflection. The dress Harry bought for her fit her perfectly. It was probably the sexiest piece of
clothing she had ever worn, but she didn't feel cheap in it. She had added her sandals, hair
potion to tame her curls, simple make-up and a shawl from her closet in case she got chilly.

She heard a knock on the door. “Hermione, are you ready? Our car is here.”

She opened the door to find Harry dressed in a suit and tie and she smiled. He looked very grown
up and made quite a dashing figure.

“You look very nice, Harry. I don't think I've ever seen you in a suit and tie.”

“I bought this today. I couldn't very well wear my dress robes, could I?”

“No, I suppose not. You might draw a lot of attention to yourself.”

“Well, you are going to draw a lot of attention in that dress, Hermione. You look amazing.”

Hermione blushed at the compliment. “Thanks, Harry. The dress fits perfectly.”

He eyed her figure appreciatively. “Yes, it does.” He then held out his arm to her. “Shall
we?”

Hermione picked up her evening bag off the bed and took Harry's arm. He led her through the
living room and out of the cottage. Hermione gasped when she saw their car.

A uniformed driver was standing outside a black stretch limousine.

“Oh, Harry! You rented a limo for our date?”

“Well, I don't have my license yet and I didn't think you'd want to ride the bus on
our first date.”

“But a limo, Harry! This must be costing you a fortune.”

“Don't worry about the cost, Hermione. I can well afford it and let's just have a good
time tonight without worrying about the cost of things.”

They approached the car and the driver greeted them and opened the door. Once they were settled
in the back seat, Harry gave a signal to the driver and they were on their way.

“So, are you telling me where we're going?” Hermione asked.

“To dinner,” Harry answered cryptically.

“Somehow I don't think you're taking me to Café Bondi, are you?”

“Not this time. We're going a bit further than Bondi tonight.”

“Are we going into Sydney?”

Harry nodded. “That's all I'm giving you for now.”

Hermione chuckled. “You're enjoying this, aren't you - withholding information.”

Harry didn't respond but gestured to the stocked mini-bar. “Would you like a drink?”

“So you want to get me drunk and have your way with me?”

“Well, yeah, that was the plan,” Harry joked. “The bar is stocked with non-alcoholic beverages,
too. There's sparkling water and juice.”

“I'll have some sparkling water w/cranberry juice,” Hermione said.

Harry opened the bottles and poured the contents into two glasses.

“You're not having champagne?”

Harry shook his head and gazed right at Hermione. “No, I want to remember every detail of
tonight.”

She felt a shiver go through her as he raised his glass to hers and said, “To our first
date.”

A few minutes later, the driver lowered the glass partition and announced that they were
arriving at their destination.

The door was opened and the driver offered his hand to help Hermione out of the car, with Harry
following close behind. Harry gave some instructions to the driver and then took Hermione's
hand as they entered the restaurant.

The maitre'd welcomed them. “Hello, welcome to Aria. Do you have a reservation?”

Harry nodded. “Yes, Potter for two.”

“Your table is ready, sir.” The maitre'd led them to an intimate table in the back corner of
the restaurant. The main dining room's most striking feature was floor to ceiling windows with
an incredible view of the harbor.

Once they were seated and handed their menus, Hermione took in the view. She had a clear
sightline to the Opera house, as well as the Sydney Harbor Bridge.

“Harry, the view is incredible. I've always wanted to see the Sydney Opera house up
close!”

Harry smiled at Hermione's enthusiasm. “Well, that's good because later tonight
you're going to have an even closer view.”

“We're going to the opera?” Hermione practically squealed.

“Yes, I got orchestra tickets to “La Boheme.”

“I love La Boheme! How did you know?”

“I remember you were reading a book a couple of years ago with a French title and I asked you
what it meant. You had mentioned that the book was the inspiration for the opera “La Boheme” and
you had always wanted to see it.”

“You remember that?”

“Yes, I do. We were in the Gryffindor common room and I was doing my transfiguration homework
and, you characteristically had already finished your homework and were reading for pleasure.”

“I can't believe you remembered that.”

“Well, I remember lots of things you say, Hermione.”

“Thank you, Harry,” Hermione replied, smiling. “For planning this and being so thoughtful.”

“Well, I'll definitely remember that,” Harry replied as he opened his menu. “Now, please
don't look at the prices on the menu, just order whatever you like.”

Hermione opened her menu and almost gasped aloud at the high prices, but she kept her mouth
shut.

====

After dinner, they walked hand in hand the short distance to the Opera House. Once they took
their seats, Hermione still couldn't believe they were there.

“This is amazing, Harry. I'm so excited! But I'm glad I brought tissues in my bag.”

“Why?”

“Do you know the story of “La Boheme?”

Harry shook his head. “I know from the program it's about poor young French people, but
that's about it.”

“I don't want to spoil it for you, but it's very sad.”

“Someone dies?”

Hermione nodded. “Yes, but I won't tell you who.”

“So know you're withholding information from me, huh?”

Hermione chuckled as the curtain rose. “Just watch.”

Over the next hour, Harry and Hermione watched the first two acts with rapt attention. Even
though they were singing in Italian, the love story between Mimi and Rodolfo was easy to
follow.

During the intermission, Hermione turned to Harry.

“What do you think so far?”

“It's very good. But I have a stupid question.”

“Harry, there are no stupid questions.”

“Okay, they're supposed to be French, right? Why are they singing in Italian?”

“Oh, Harry,” she chuckled as she placed her hand on his arm. “They sing in Italian because the
opera was composed by an Italian, Giacomo Puccini.”

Harry shook his head. “I feel like an idiot. I don't know much about Muggle high
culture.”

Hermione squeezed his hand. “It's okay, you're learning.”

“So, are you going to tell me who dies?”

Hermione shook her head. “No, but I think you'll be able to tell in the third act.”

Soon the curtain went up and the third act began. As Mimi began coughing, Harry nudged Hermione
and whispered in her ear.

“It's her, isn't it? Mimi dies?”

She nodded in response as a shiver went up her spine from Harry's breath near her ear and
pulled her shawl around her.

“Cold?” Harry asked. “Do you want my jacket?”

Hermione shook her head. “No I'm fine. Watch the opera.”

Harry did as he was told and turned his attention to the story. By the time the end of the
fourth act, he heard a sniffle and turned to Hermione, who was indeed sobbing. He took her hand in
his and squeezed it. Hermione squeezed back and dabbed her eyes and nose with a tissue with her
other hand.

The curtain came down and the audience erupted into applause. When the cast came out for their
curtain calls, they were met with a standing ovation and cries of “Bravo!”

Hand in hand, they made their way into the lobby of the Opera house.

“Are you okay, Hermione? You were crying a river back there.”

Hermione swatted Harry with her free arm. “Oh you exaggerate. You can't tell me that you
didn't tear up either.”

“Well since I was expecting her to die, it wasn't as sad as I thought it could be.”

“Did I spoil the ending for you, Harry?”

“No, you didn't. I enjoyed it very much.”

They found their driver and got into their limo.

“So where to now, any more surprises?” Hermione asked.

“Well, I have nothing else planned so I thought we would just go home.”

Hermione looked at her watch. “It's after eleven, so I guess we should.”

An uneasy silence suddenly descended upon them. Hermione glanced at Harry and he nervously
glanced back. Visions of them making out in the back of the limousine filled his head, but Harry
knew that wouldn't be very gentlemanly of him. He furtively glanced at Hermione's bare legs
and then at the way her dress hugged her curves.

After a few more minutes, they arrived home. The driver opened the door and Harry asked Hermione
to go in the house while he paid for the car service.

She opened the door and went into the kitchen to make some tea. A minute later, Harry entered
the kitchen.

“All set?” she asked.

“Yeah, the driver gave me his business card, in case we want to call him again.”

“I'm making tea, if you'd like some.”

“That would be great, thanks. Um, do you mind if I change my clothes while the water boils? I
really want to get out of this suit.”

“No problem.”

Hermione sighed after Harry left the room. She wondered if he just wanted to get away from her.
At the restaurant and at the opera, she had a wonderful time - she and Harry joked and laughed and
there was just the right amount of contact between them. But once they were headed home, a chill
had descended on them and she wasn't sure why.

Maybe she did know, perhaps both were nervous about their relationship becoming more intimate.
Hand holding and whispering was something that they had engaged in throughout their friendship, so
it was comfortable. But anything beyond that was brand new.

The kettle whistled and Hermione pulled out a box of Earl Grey tea, which was Harry's
favorite. He soon appeared in the kitchen wearing a t-shirt and a pair of pajama bottoms.

“You look comfy.”

“Yeah, this is much better. I don't mind wearing a suit, but it's a bit
constricting.”

“That's how I feel about this dress. I can't wait to put on my pajamas.”

“Well, I just want to say that you look amazing in the dress, Hermione. Really smashing.”

Hermione blushed, “Thanks, Harry - for the compliment and buying it for me. It's not
something I would've picked out for myself, but I like the way it fits.”

“I like the way it fits you, too,” Harry said in a low voice as he sipped his tea.

Hermione suppressed a giggle as she sipped her tea, too. It was getting a bit warm in the
kitchen now, partially from the tea but she could tell that Harry was back in flirt mode.

“It was an amazing night, really. I had a really good time and the opera was perfect.”

“But?”

Hermione chuckled, he knew her well. “I just wish you didn't spend so much money on me
tonight, Harry. Between the dress, the limo, the dinner and the tickets, I don't even want to
know what this cost you.”

“Hermione, I wanted to have a special night out with you, and make it a date to remember.”

“Harry, I don't need you spend a lot of money for us to enjoy a night out. We could've
just gone to Café Bondi and to the cinema. I'm sure I would've had a great time and a night
to remember just because I was with you.”

“I know that, but I wanted to just make this extra special, okay? I know I don't need to buy
your affection, but I feel like we've been through so much over the past few years and I just
wanted to forget about that for one night and just live it up!”

Hermione reached across the table and took Harry's hand in hers. “I understand. I'm
sorry.”

“For what?”

“For making you feel like you had to justify your plans for tonight. I'm sure it wasn't
easy for you to make all of these arrangements last minute for us. Thank you for doing all of that
and for making this a night to remember.”

“Well, it's not over yet.”

“Wait, are we going somewhere?”

“No, but there's something I need to do to make this night one for the books.”

“And what is that?”

Harry got up from his chair, and moved closer to Hermione. Before she knew it, his lips were on
hers.

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8. Chapter 8
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Chapter 8

The following morning, Hermione lay in her bed, trying to remember the dream she had, something
about Harry lying on top of her and devouring her mouth with his tongue…wait a minute, had it been
a dream? Hermione opened her eyes and looked over to her right and found Harry asleep beside
her.

Fully clothed. It all came flooding back to her, clear as day.

*When Harry kissed her in the kitchen, they quickly became carried away and moved their long
awaited snogging session to Hermione's bedroom. Before she knew it, Harry was on top of her and
he was indeed devouring her mouth with his tongue.*

*She finally stopped him when he moved to unzip the back of her dress.*

*“Harry!” she exclaimed, while he was nibbling on the sensitive skin of her neck.*

*His head shot up. “What's wrong?”*

*She stared at him with his glasses askew, hair mussed, and looking so damn irresistible she
almost forgot why she had stopped him. Looking up at the ceiling, Hermione took a deep breath,
gently pushed Harry off of her and sat up on the bed.*

*“I think we're moving a bit fast here.”*

*Harry ran his fingers through his mussed hair; clearly frustrated and let out a small
groan.*

*She held up a placating hand. “Listen, Harry, I had a great time tonight and kissing you
was….”*

*Hermione was having trouble finding a word that would describe the way he made her feel.
Amazing, sexy, mind-blowing, the thing she had been waiting for her entire life?*

*She settled on “just how I hoped it would be.”*

*Harry's eyebrows shot up. “So you thought* *a lot* *about kissing me?”*

*Hermione nodded, blushing. “Of course, ever since I started to realize how I feel about
you.”*

*“Well, that's good, because that's all I've thought about for the past two
days**,**” Harry replied.*

*“Really?”*

*“Well, if you want to know the truth, I have thought about more than just kissing you,” he
said in a low voice.*

*“I guess that's what I want to talk about, Harry. The more than kissing part.”* *She
took a deep breath. “When you reached for the zipper on my dress, alarm bells went off in my
head….I'm just not ready for that yet.”*

*“Yet?” Harry said hopefully.*

*Hermione nodded. “I want you to be my first, Harry. I've never felt this way about
anyone, certainly not Ron. But I'm just so inexperienced. Ron and I only really kissed that one
time and before him… there really wasn't anyone.”*

*Harry looked surprised. “But what about Krum… and McLaggen?” He wrinkled his nose in
disgust.*

*Hermione chuckled. “Harry, nothing happened between Viktor and me during fourth year. He was
a gentleman. I think he was aware of our age difference - the only thing he ever kissed was my
hand…and as for McLaggen, I was just using him to make Ron jealous…or now that I think about it, I
think I might've been using him to gauge your feelings for me, too.”*

*“Wait, you fancied me during sixth year?”*

*Hermione sighed, “I was really confused during sixth year, I felt lost and frankly I felt
like you and Ron didn't need me anymore. I think I was desperate for either of you to notice
me, but you were so distracted by that potions book and then by Ginny, and Ron fell for Lavender
and I just felt like I didn't matter anymore.”*

*Hermione looked down sadly, a lock of curly hair covering her face. Harry reached over and
pulled the strands away so he could see her.*

*“Hermione, you always mattered to me. Always.”*

*Hearing the tenderness in his voice, tears came into Hermione's eyes and she pulled Harry
into a hug. They just stayed like that for a minute or two.*

*Finally, Hermione pulled away. “Harry, will you stay with me tonight?”*

*Harry looked simultaneously hopeful and confused. “I thought you wanted to wait.”*

*”I do. I mean, I'd like you to just sleep beside me tonight. Nothing more, is that
okay?”*

*Harry sighed, a bit disappointed. “Of course it is. At least I'll get to wake up next to
you in the morning.”*

*So Hermione went into the bathroom and changed into her pajamas. She was careful not to wear
anything too revealing. Usually she wore a tank top and pajama bottoms, but tonight she pulled out
a baggy t-shirt with her bottoms.*

*When she emerged from the bathroom dressed with her hair in a ponytail Harry said, “Hey,
sexy.”*

*“Very funny,” she said dryly as she climbed into bed next to Harry.*

*He removed his glasses and she turned off the light. She realized this was the first time she
had ever really shared a bed with anyone. Sure, she might've climbed into bed with her parents
when she was a little girl, scared of storms. But this was Harry.*

*She felt him creep a bit towards her and was very aware of his weight on the bed and the
sound of his breathing.*

*“Can I kiss you goodnight?” Harry whispered.*

*Hermione turned her head towards him. “Of course. But no tongue.”*

*“Why not?” Harry asked.*

*“Because now that I know what your tongue can do, I need to protect myself.”*

*Harry chuckled and brushed his lips against Hermione's. “Goodnight, Hermione.”*

*Hermione wished him a goodnight and turned over to go to sleep. As she did she had a smile on
her face.*

She was still smiling, savoring the memory of their first night together. Sure, nothing really
happened, but Hermione felt a seismic shift had come into her life. Harry was now her boyfriend,
for real.

She felt him stir and he opened his eyes. His eyes were beautiful, even before he had wiped the
sleep out of them. They were such a captivating shade of emerald green, which contrasted greatly
with his pale skin and raven hair.

Even with his blurred vision, he could see that Hermione was looking at him.

“Morning, sunshine,” he said, sleep evident in his voice.

“Morning, Harry. Did you sleep okay?”

“Yes, I did. Better than I have in a week.”

He had a mischievous smile on his face. “Can I get a good morning kiss or do you have bad
morning breath?”

“I don't think so, why don't you find out?”

Harry leaned over and kissed Hermione. If she had bad breath, he couldn't smell it, so they
continued on. He moved closer and she could feel something pressing into her hip.

“Um, Harry?” she giggled against his mouth. “Do you usually wake up with your wand in your
pocket or are you happy to see me?”

Harry looked down and looked a bit embarrassed. “Um, both? Usually I take care of this in the
shower…unless of course, you'd like to assist me.”

Hermione laughed. “Sorry, you'll have to take care of that all by yourself.”

“Not fair, since you're responsible for it.”

“No, just partially responsible. Your teenage hormones must shoulder the rest.”

Harry groaned and got out of bed. “Well, I'm showering first then, since I have something
urgent to take care of.”

“Go ahead, I'll just laze around until you're done.”

Hermione lay in bed and felt happier than she had in a long time. But something was gnawing at
the pit of her stomach. Her parents. She had vowed that she would confront them this week, no more
procrastinating. But would she be able to reconcile with them and really be a family again? She
wasn't so sure.

Later that day, Harry was on the couch studying for his written driving exam, which was coming
up later in the week. Hermione was supposed to be writing down some exam questions to quiz him but
her mind was elsewhere.

“Hermione?” Harry said, peering at her from his manual.

“Yes?” Hermione said, absentmindedly doodling on her pad.

“You seem distracted, are you okay?”

Hermione sighed and put down her pencil. “I suppose I am. I keep thinking about my parents. I
need to go see them.”

“When?”

“I was thinking about going over to their office today around closing time - I thought I could
catch them before they settle in for the evening.”

“And are you planning to tell them?”

“I think I have to.”

“Do you want me to come with you?”

Hermione shook her head. “No, I think this is something I need to do on my own.”

Harry nodded. “Okay, but if you change your mind, let me know.”

“Thanks,” she paused. “Do you mind if I take a walk while you study?”

“Not at all - no offense, but you're not helping me much.”

Hermione got off the couch and kissed Harry on the cheek. “I'll be back soon.”

She grabbed a hoodie sweatshirt since it was a bit chilly, and took a walk down to the beach.
When she reached the sand, she took off her sneakers and stared at the horizon while the cool waves
lapped her toes.

Hermione closed her eyes and visualized herself reunited with her parents. They were both
smiling and looked at their only daughter with pride and love. She also saw Harry standing close by
looking happy for their reunion. Her father reached out and shook Harry's hand and her mother
hugged him, symbolically welcoming him to their family.

Hermione opened her eyes and stared at the horizon again, noticing that the sun was starting to
descend. She looked at her watch, it was already 4PM and her parents' office closed in two
hours. She started to walk back towards the cottage when she saw Lucy headed towards her, looking a
little upset. She was grateful for the distraction.

Hermione waved at Lucy. “Hey Lucy, how's it going?”

Lucy looked like she had been crying. “Not well, Hermione. Ben and I had a big fight.”

“Sorry to hear that. Do you want to talk about it?”

“You don't mind?”

“Not at all, tell me what happened.”

Lucy had a blanket with her so she spread it out on the sand and motioned for Hermione to sit
down and she followed.

“Well, it started when I gave Ben a ring to see if we were going to the movies tonight. A girl
picked up his phone, and it wasn't his sister. When she handed the phone to him, I started
asking questions. It turns out that Ben's ex from school is in town and she's paid him a
visit.”

“I see,” Hermione nodded.

“Ben said it was no big deal, that they were still friends and that she was just in town for the
day.”

“I said if it was no big deal, then why didn't he tell me she was coming? Things just
escalated from there and Ben accused me of not trusting him and if I couldn't trust him then
maybe we shouldn't be together.”

“Lucy, I'm sorry. Did you break up?”

“Not exactly, he said I should only call him when I've calmed down.”

“Well that's good news then. Just call him and tell him that you overreacted.”

“I know I did, but maybe Ben is right about me trusting him. If I had trusted him, I would know
that he wouldn't cheat. You see, Hermione, the other guys I've dated we've broken up
because he'd cheat. I guess I expect the same of Ben, even though I love him and think he's
different from the others.”

“I guess old habits are hard to break,” Hermione said sympathetically. “And even though
you've been with him for a few months, trust does take time to build. Harry and I have been
through a lot for us to really trust each other. It took a while before he really trusted my
judgment and knew that I was looking out for him.”

“You're right, Hermione. Oh, speaking of Harry, how was your big date?”

Hermione grinned and launched into the whole detailed story including the dress, the fancy
dinner, La Boheme, and Harry spending a somewhat chaste night in her bed. She left out their
somewhat racy talk from this morning because it was a bit too personal.

“That's so romantic, Hermione! I knew he was planning something special. You're a lucky
girl!”

Hermione nodded. “I know! I have to pinch myself that it's actually happening between us.
And the most amazing part is, he's still my best friend.”

Lucy sighed wistfully. “I hope Ben will still be my best friend. I feel like an idiot.”

“Why don't you call him and just explain your feelings. I'm sure he'll
understand.”

“Thanks, Hermione. And to think I was the one giving you relationship advice when you first got
here.”

Arm in arm, the young women walked back to their street and Lucy gave her a hug before they
parted.

Hermione walked into the cottage and found Harry dozing on the sofa, with his manual open across
his chest. Smiling to herself, she gently picked the book up and kissed him on the forehead. He
didn't seem to notice and kept on sleeping.

She went into the kitchen and fixed herself a quick snack of peanut butter on toast before
glancing at the clock. It was about 5:30 and her stomach did a quick flip when she remembered that
she was going to pay a visit to her parents.

Hermione scrawled a quick note on the pad she had been using to quiz Harry to remind him where
she was going. She put her wand in her bag and started to head towards the Wilkins' office and
residence.

As she got closer she felt her heart pounding and her stomach was tied in knots. Perhaps it
wasn't such a good idea to have eaten a snack, she thought. When she reached their house, she
took a deep breath and knocked on their office door.

Their office assistant, Cathy, answered the door. “May I help…? Oh Hermione, it's you.
We're closed. Do you have a dental emergency?”

Hermione shook her head. “Um, no, but I was hoping to talk with the Wilkins.”

“They just went home, which is next door.”

“Do you think they'd mind if I rang their bell? I only need to talk to them for a few
minutes.”

“I don't think so, although they have dinner plans tonight so they might be getting ready.
Are you sure it can't wait, Hermione? I can leave them a message and have them call you
tomorrow.”

“I really would like to speak with them tonight, if possible.”

Cathy sighed. “Okay. Just ring the doorbell to the main house. Have a good night, Hermione.”

“You, too. Thanks for your help.”

Hermione purposely walked towards the Wilkins' front door and rang the bell twice. After a
few moments, the door opened and there stood her father. Hermione hadn't seen him in over a
year and it took all of her self control not to launch herself into his arms.

“May I help you?” Dr. Wilkins asked.

“I'm sorry to bother you sir, but I'm a patient of your wife.”

“Do you have a dental emergency? My wife and I are getting ready to go out to dinner.”

Hermione shook her head. “Not a dental emergency, but I do need to speak with her. And it
involves you too, sir.”

“What is your name?”

“Hermione Granger.”

Dr. Wilkins gave her a quizzical look. “What a lovely name, Hermione. I've always liked that
name, it's from Shakespeare, isn't it?

“Yes, `*A Winter's Tale*.'”

“Let me get my wife, Miss Granger. Please wait here in the living room.”

Hermione took a look around the living room. Except for some of the colors and the décor, it
reminded her of their living room in Oxford. The placement of the furniture was similar and there
were a lot of the same art work and pictures of her parents. The only thing missing was pictures of
their daughter.

Soon, both of her parents returned to the living room. Her mother was dressed elegantly in a
black shift dress, pearls and her bushy hair pulled up into a chignon. They were obviously going
somewhere nice for dinner.

“Hello, Hermione. What can I do for you?” Monica asked.

“You look very nice, Dr. Wilkins.”

“Well, my husband and I are going to dinner tonight at Aria. It's a restaurant in Sydney.
We're celebrating our first year in Australia.”

Hermione nodded. “I've been there - it's a lovely place. My boyfriend and I went there
recently on a date.”

“Wow, you must have a wealthy boyfriend, then.”

Hermione didn't want to be distracted with talk of Harry, so she decided to get to the
point.

“I'm really sorry to bother you both, as I'm sure you both have a reservation
tonight.”

“Our reservation is at 7:30, so we have a little time,” Wendell said, clearly curious about this
young woman. “What can we do for you, Hermione?”

Hermione took a deep breath. “Well, I suppose I should get straight to the point…I came here
because…I'm your daughter.”

Monica and Wendell looked incredulously at Hermione. Then Wendell burst out laughing.

“Oh, you're pulling our legs.”

Her heart still beating loudly in her chest, Hermione shook her head. “No, I am not. I know this
sounds crazy but you have to hear me out.”

Monica turned to her husband. “Wendell, is there something you want to tell me? Did you father
another woman's child while we were together?”

Wendell became visibly angry. “Of course not, Monica! I have been faithful to you for the twenty
years we've been married. This girl must be lying.”

Hermione stood up and approached her parents. “I am not lying! And your husband isn't lying
to you either- the child he had was with you!”

Monica laughed in disbelief. “Surely I would've remembered being pregnant and raising a
child! Hermione, I really think you should leave, Wendell and I will be late for our
reservation.”

They stood up to leave, but Hermione removed her wand from her bag and muttered a modified
binding spell to stop them from getting up from their chairs. They fell back into their chairs,
still able to talk and move their heads, but not their arms or legs.

“What the bloody hell is going on?” Wendell yelled, trying desperately to move from his
chair.

Monica looked terrified. “Hermione, what do you want from us? Please just let us go!”

Hermione put her wand away and approached her parents. Inside she was also terrified, but tried
to appear calm in front of her panicked mother and father.

“I'm so sorry for doing that, but I need you both to sit still and listen to me. I will not
harm you in any way, I just need you to listen to what I have to say and explain everything. I will
answer any questions you have after I am done with my explanation.”

She took a deep and shaky breath and started her story. “My name is Hermione Jane Granger and I
am your only daughter. I will be nineteen years old on September 19th. You are not really Monica
and Wendell Wilkins. You are John and Elizabeth Granger from Oxford, England, and yes you are
dentists. And I am a witch.”

She took another breath and looked at her parents' stunned faces.

“As a child, I had unusual gifts and an interest in magic. I never really fit in at my school or
had many friends. When I was eleven, I received a letter from the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry, informing me that I had been accepted as a Muggleborn witch into their program. You are
considered Muggles in the Wizarding World, who do not have any magical powers. You allowed me to go
off to school where I was able to learn magic and further my education. While at school, I became
friends with Harry Potter.”

Wendell looked like he was about to speak but Hermione continued.

“Yes, the same Harry Potter who came to see you a couple of weeks ago for a check-up.”

Hermione launched into the whole story of how Harry was hunted by Lord Voldemort and how as his
best friend, she was able to help him thwart Voldemort's evil plans to kill him during their
first six years at school.

“About a year ago, I realized that you were both in grave danger. Harry was about to go off to
destroy Voldemort once and for all and I made the promise to go with him. I knew that Voldemort
would instruct his minions to hurt the loved ones of anyone associated with Harry….so I made the
decision to alter your memories and send you here, to Bondi, so you would be safe. With an identity
change and no memory of me, no one would be able to harm you.

“During the past year, I went along with Harry on his quest to destroy Voldemort, and about two
months ago, he succeeded. He decided to accompany me to Australia, so I could restore your memories
and we could be a family again. So here I am.”

Hermione stared at her parents; they were still stunned, but appeared to comprehend what was
being told.

“So, now that I've told you my story, I'm going to remove the spell so you both can move
and I will take questions.”

Hermione took out her wand again and removed the spell. Even though they could now move their
extremities, her parents seemed afraid to move a muscle.

Wendell tentatively raised his hand. “I have a question.”

Hermione nodded. “Go ahead.”

“If all of this is true, why couldn't you have just moved us here without altering our
memories? Would this Voldemort's people have gone to the trouble to hunt us down here, far from
England?”

“I believe they would have, yes. It was important that you had never heard of me or Harry for
you to be safe. I'm sorry that I had to go to such extreme measures, but I didn't want you
to suffer for having a daughter who was close to Harry Potter.”

“And how close are you to this Harry Potter?” Monica asked. “Is he the rich boyfriend you
mentioned?”

Hermione nodded. “Yes, Harry is my boyfriend now, but that's a recent development. We
weren't together during our fight against Voldemort.”

“So you did this all for a boy,” Wendell said.

Hermione shook her head. “No, no, not for a boy. I did it for your safety and to help save the
Wizarding World from an evil force.”

“And because you were in love with him,” Monica said. “I hope this Harry is worth it.”

“Worth what?”

“Severing ties with us, taking away our memories, changing our identities so we would be living
a lie…”

“But I did it for you!” Hermione protested. “At least you are alive and safe! And you don't
have to live a lie anymore. I can restore your memories, so you can remember our life in Oxford.
And maybe you'd want to come back to England with me.”

“We like our life here, such as it is,” Monica said. “And I think you should go now, or we are
really going to be late for dinner.”

Wendell stood up and ushered Hermione towards the front door. “Yes, I think you should go now,
Hermione.”

“But what about your memories, what about our family?” Hermione protested.

“We can't really give you an answer about that now. You've come here and laid a
bombshell on us, so how can you expect us to want a happy family reunion?”

Hermione sighed, crestfallen. “I suppose not, but when can I see you again?”

Wendell shook his head. “Please give us time to let this all sink in. We have your contact
information in our files, and will reach out to you again when we're ready. Goodnight,
Hermione.”

And then the door was shut in her face. In a daze, Hermione returned to the cottage where Harry
was in the middle of preparing dinner. The house smelled like garlic, like Italian food.

When she came through the door, Harry rushed out to see how things had gone. When he saw the
defeated look on her face, he knew things hadn't gone in her favor. He held out his arms and
Hermione fell into them, crying tears of both relief and regret.

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9. Chapter 9
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Chapter 9

Later that evening, Harry lay beside Hermione in her bedroom in darkness. She was curled up
against him, sobbing quietly into his shoulder. After Hermione's arrival back from her parents,
they did eventually sit down to eat dinner, but Hermione left most of her meal on her plate. She
apologized profusely to Harry for spending time making her dinner that she didn't have the
appetite to eat.

After dinner, Hermione went straight to bed. Harry had knocked on her door to check on her and
before he knew it, she had asked him to stay with her.

“You should've seen the looks on their faces when I told them the whole story, Harry. They
looked both shocked.”

“Well, I can imagine that it would be a shock to learn that they weren't who they thought
they were and that they had a nearly grown daughter, to boot.”

“I don't think they'll ever forgive me.”

“Give them time. They'll come around.”

“I'm not so sure. What if they never forgive me? They seem to think I did it all for you,
and not for their safety.”

Harry sighed and felt guilty. “But you did do it for me, didn't you? If it weren't for
me, you wouldn't have had to do this to your parents.”

Hermione knew he would do this.

“Harry, please don't blame yourself. If I blame anyone, it's Voldemort - he was the one
who initiated all of this, planning to kill you. It was my job to come along and help you and try
to keep you safe. I take full responsibility for what I did to my parents, it was my choice, and if
I had to do it all over again, I would still take the same measures to protect them.”

Harry appreciated her attempt at making him feel better, but he still felt responsible. “I'm
sorry for all of this, Hermione. I hate seeing you so upset. I wish I could do something and make
it all better. I wish there was some kind of spell I could do to take away all the pain that you
and your parents are feeling right now.”

Hermione sighed. “I wish there was some kind of magic that could erase all of this, but magic is
what got me into this and I need to find a non-magical solution.”

An idea suddenly came to him. “Maybe I can help.”

“How?”

“Maybe I could go talk to them, you know, on your behalf? Explain everything to them, tell them
how brave you were, all you went through to help me and help bring an end to the war. Maybe if they
knew all you sacrificed, they might be more willing to forgive you.”

Hermione shook her head against his shoulder. “Oh, no Harry, please don't. I appreciate that
you want to help me, but I think if you went to see them now, it will only make things worse.
They're not very fond of you at the moment. In their eyes, you are this rich teenaged boy who
took their daughter away from them.”

“But how do they know I'm rich?”

“I mentioned our fancy dinner date to my mum, because she and my dad were planning to go to
dinner at Aria tonight.”

“I imagine that they never made it.”

“Probably not.” Hermione paused. “Harry, please promise me that you won't go to see my
parents, okay? I know you want to help, but I would prefer that you just left this alone. I need to
just wait for my parents to come around, like you said they would.

“How long are you willing to wait?” Harry asked.

“As long as it takes.” Hermione said. “I can't leave Australia until this is resolved. Will
you promise me?”

“I promise.” Harry said in the darkness, although he still felt guilty.

A few days later, Harry was seated on the Bondi Junction bus, returning from his written exam at
the motor registry. Well, technically it was a computer based exam, where had to answer 45
questions on road safety.

Thanks to his and Hermione's studying, Harry passed the test, missing out on one question,
which was confusing the way it was worded. He could never imagine taking a computer test at
Hogwarts, which made him chuckle. If he and Hermione stayed in Australia for another few weeks,
Harry could begin his road lessons to get his P1 license.

On his way back home, he thought of Hermione's parents again and the promise he made her. In
spite of that, he really thought he could convince them to forgive her. He couldn't sit back
and just watch Hermione sit around their cottage, feeling depressed and waiting for them to call
her.

The past few days had been frustrating for Harry. He tried to get Hermione to leave the house,
but she wanted to hang around in case her parents called. Harry tried to reason with her, that they
had an answering machine and kept suggesting that she leave the cottage. But Hermione was stubborn
and refused to leave.

He pressed the next stop button on the bus, which was one stop earlier than his usual stop. He
got out and walked two blocks and found himself standing in front of the Wilkins house and dental
practice.

He entered the office and found Cathy, their assistant at the front desk.

“Hello, Cathy.”

“Well, hello Harry, how are you? I don't see you down for an appointment.”

“I don't have one, but I was hoping to speak with the Drs. Wilkins.”

“Is this a dental emergency?”

Harry shook his head. “No, but I really need to speak with them, if only for a few minutes.”

“They are on their lunch break until noon and then they are both booked through the
afternoon.”

“Are they next door or did they go out to eat?”

“They're next door, but they usually don't like to be disturbed.”

“It's very important that I speak with them, please, Cathy.”

“What is this regarding?”

“It's a private family matter.”

“Are you a relative?”

Sensing that this might be his opening, Harry lied. “Yes, I'm their nephew, I really need to
speak with them.”

“Oh, why didn't you say so? Please go around to the back entrance and they'll let you
in.”

Harry smiled. “Thanks, Cathy. I appreciate it.”

He left the office and headed to the back door of the Wilkins house. He knocked and Dr. Wilkins
came into view.

“Well, if it isn't Harry Potter. Did Hermione send you here?” Wendell said, with a bit of a
sneer that reminded Harry of Snape.

Harry shook his head. “She doesn't know I'm here. I know I'm the last person you
want to see right now, but I really need to speak with you.”

“Why should I give you the time of day? It's because of you we lost a year of our lives and
just found out we have a daughter we never knew!”

Harry nodded sadly, feeling guilty. “Hermione said you blamed me. And I have to agree with you.
All of this is my fault. If you let me in, I could tell you why you shouldn't be angry with
her. Blame it all on me.”

Monica appeared behind her husband. “Come eat your salad, it's...Wendell, who is this?”

“This is Harry Potter, Monica.”

She folded her arms and stared at him. Harry immediately recognized her as Hermione's
mother, she had her bushy hair and brown eyes. He couldn't help but smile, feeling affection
for the woman who brought his best friend into the world.

“What are you smirking at, young man?”

“Nothing. It's nice to finally meet you.”

“Harry wants to talk to us about Hermione, Monica. It seems that he wants to take all of the
blame.”

“Really? Why?” Monica asked her husband.

“Well, if you let me come in I can tell you,” Harry insisted.

Monica sighed. “Okay, we'll let you come in, but only for a few minutes. We have to finish
our lunch and then we have a full afternoon of patients.”

She opened the screen door and ushered him into their kitchen. There were two Cobb salads on the
table. Harry smiled again, Hermione loved Cobb salad.

Wendell eyed Harry's pocket suspiciously. “Is that your wand?”

“Yes it is.”


”Would you mind taking it out and putting it on the table where we can see it?”

Harry chuckled. “I'm not going to do any magic.”

“Yes, but when Hermione was here, she froze us or something so we couldn't move from our
seats, we'd prefer not to go through that again.”

Harry thought they were being silly, but in order to gain their trust, he agreed. He removed his
wand and placed it on the table.

“So, shall I begin?”

Wendell and Monica nodded, looking wary.

“I just wanted to come here and explain what happened. I know what Hermione told you about
altering your memories to protect you. That is true, she did want to protect you. Voldemort was
serious - he and his followers killed many people that I knew and loved - I lost so many during the
war. I am certain if Hermione hadn't done what she did, you both wouldn't be alive
either.

“But I also blame myself. While I did not force or ask her to do this, Hermione has always done
so much for me and to help me save the Wizarding World. I am certain without her, I wouldn't be
alive talking to you right now. She stayed with me, under the worse possible conditions, and never
gave up on me. I should've pushed her away, and sent her here with you, possibly altering her
memories so she wouldn't remember me and would be safe. But I couldn't do that, I needed
her too much, I was selfish. Not only is Hermione brilliant, she's the most loyal person
I've ever met. She was one of my first friends at school and she remained by my side to this
day. She's my family.”

Harry paused and took a deep breath.

“You see, I lost both my parents to Voldemort when I was very young, I was just a baby. I never
really got to know them. I learned a lot about them from their friends and through photographs, but
it wasn't the same. I don't remember what it was like to hug or kiss them, or hear them
tell me they were proud of me or that they loved me. I don't have those memories. I just think
it would be a shame for you to turn your backs on your only daughter while you are all alive. You
have the chance to make some great memories as a family. I don't want Hermione to feel like an
orphan. I know what it's like and I don't want that for her.”

Harry finished and looked at Monica and Wendell's faces. The room was quiet except from a
sniffle. Monica's eyes were filled with tears, but she wiped them away.

“You must really love her, don't you?” she asked quietly.

Harry nodded. He did love her. He hadn't told her, but he did.

“You have a wonderful daughter, who only wants a second chance with both of you. She wants to
spend time rebuilding your relationship and get to know you again.”

“Is that all you wanted to tell us?” Wendell asked.

Harry nodded again. “Yes, that's it. I should go and let you finish your lunch. I am sorry
to have bothered you, but I just wanted you to know the truth. I hope you get in touch with
Hermione soon.”

He picked his wand off the table and headed towards the back door. “Thanks again for letting me
in. I hope to see you again soon.”

Once Harry had gone, Monica turned to Wendell, who looked a bit skeptical. “So, what do you
think?”

“He's very manipulative, wouldn't you say?”

“Maybe, but I bought every word. He was really speaking from his heart. And he's right, that
we're alive and have an opportunity to be a family again. Harry doesn't have that - it may
have been manipulative but he put things in perspective for me. I think we should reach out to our
daughter. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon.”

“I guess we'll have to think it over.”

They both ate their salads in silence, Harry's words still hanging over the kitchen.

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10. Chapter 10
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Chapter 10

A/N: Usual disclaimers apply. Sorry for the delay on this chapter. Hope you enjoy!

When Harry returned to the cottage, he found Hermione folding laundry in her bedroom. He felt
good about what he had just done, having gone to visit her parents, but he had a feeling of
trepidation as he saw her.

“Hey,” Harry said quietly as he knocked on the door, which was ajar.

Hermione turned around and set down some socks she was sorting.

“Harry! How did the test go?”

“I passed.”

Hermione approached Harry and gave him a congratulatory hug. “I'm so glad, I knew you
would.”

Hermione studied Harry's face, he looked preoccupied.

“Is something wrong, Harry?”

Harry sighed. He figured he'd better fess up to what he did.

“I hope you won't be angry with me, Hermione, but I went to see your parents.”

Hermione's expression went from concerned to stony. “Harry, I told you not to, you made me a
promise!”

“I know I did, but I was on the bus coming back from the test and I knew the bus would pass
where your parents are, and I couldn't….”

“Couldn't resist going to see them? I can't believe you went behind my back!”

“Hermione, I did it for you,” Harry implored. “I was worried about you moping around here
waiting for your parents to call. I had to do something!”

“So you betrayed me, Harry! I hope it was worth it!”

“Can you just calm down and let me tell you what happened. I think I might have made some
headway with them!”

“I don't want to calm down!” Hermione was pacing back and forth beside her bed. “I wanted to
take care of this all on my own and you promised me you wouldn't intrude. What if you made
things worse, Harry?”

“But I didn't! I think I may have changed their minds.”

“That's not the point, Harry!” Hermione fumed. “Even if you changed their minds, you still
went behind my back. I trusted you!”

“Hermione!” Harry pleaded. “Just listen to me, please!”

Hermione was too incensed to listen. She threw the laundry basket on the floor and stormed out
of the bedroom.

The next thing Harry heard was the slamming of their front door. Well, at least he got her to
leave the house, he thought bitterly.

Hermione headed to the beach. The weather looked a bit threatening but it wasn't raining
yet, although the wind was picking up. She was grateful that she grabbed her windbreaker on the way
out the door.

As the sea air filled her lungs, she started to calm down a bit. She remembered the last time
she had taken a walk on the beach and ran into Lucy who was upset over an argument she had with
Ben. Lucy was having trust issues and Hermione remembered telling her how deep her trust was in
Harry. Was that broken?

Hermione sighed and thought back on their relationship. There were some times when their
friendship was tested. In third year, Hermione took Harry's beloved Firebolt to Professor
McGonagall to make sure that the broom wasn't hexed. Harry was angry with her, but Hermione did
it for his own good. But that was different, right? She was looking out for his own safety.

During fifth year, Hermione was sure that going to the Department of Mysteries was a trap and
she and Harry got into a passionate shouting match. Eventually she did go with him, despite her
misgivings.

Hermione wished she had someone to talk to. The clouds overhead darkened and it started to
drizzle. She pulled her windbreaker's hood over her head and started to head back to the house.
But she wasn't ready yet to face Harry, instead she headed to the Leibowitz house, hoping to
talk to Lucy.

She knocked on the door and Mrs. Leibowitz answered.

“Hermione, how lovely to see you! Is everything okay with the house?”

She shook her head at the elderly woman. “The house is fine but I was wondering if Lucy is
home?”

Mrs. Leibowitz nodded. “Yes, she's in her room, but I think she's on the phone with her
boyfriend. Why don't you come in, dear, out of the rain and I'll see if she's
done.”

Hermione took off her jacket and hung it on the rack near the doorway. The Leibowitz living room
was like none she had never seen. The couches and chairs were covered with plastic slipcovers.
There were pictures all over the walls of several generations of family. There were pieces of
furniture that served as display cases for family heirlooms, including menorahs and silverware.

Lucy came out of her room and saw Hermione sitting on the couch. “Hermione, it's good to see
you. Why don't you get off the plastic couch and come into my room?”

Hermione nodded and attempted to get off the couch but the plastic sticking to her legs made it
a little difficult. Once she got unstuck, she followed Lucy into her room.

“Sorry about the plastic. It's a Jewish thing, I think. The plastic is to protect the
upholstery from stains, but Grandma Irene never lets us eat in the living room, so I'm not sure
what the deal is.”

Hermione looked around at the décor in Lucy's room. It was completely different from the
living room. She had posters of surfers and her favorite rock bands on the walls and the wall space
she could see was painted in bright red.

Lucy plopped on the bed. “So what's up? You look a little upset. Something wrong with
Harry?”

Hermione nodded. “Yeah, you could say that. We had a big row.”

“Do you want to tell me about it? After all, you've listened to me about my problems with
Ben.”

“How are things by the way? Your grandmother said you were on the phone with him?”

“Things are better, yeah. I apologized for my jealousy and we're getting along again.”

“I'm glad to hear that,” Hermione replied. “I wish Harry and I were getting along
better.”

“What happened?” Lucy asked again.

Hermione sighed. How could she confide in Lucy about this without revealing she was a witch? She
decided to give her a glossed over version of the story.

“Well, Harry and I came to Australia not just for a holiday. You, see my parents live here,
they've been living here for about a year. Something happened last year that I really don't
want to go into, but as a result my parents and I are estranged. I came here to repair my
relationship with them and Harry came with me, as sort of moral supporter. But then our
relationship deepened, as you know. I went to see my parents last week and things didn't go too
well. I told Harry about it, and he wanted to help, by talking to them, but I made him promise that
he wouldn't go see them. And he promised.”

Hermione paused.

“Let me guess what happened. Harry broke his promise, didn't he?” Lucy asked.

Hermione nodded vigorously. “Yes, he went to see them behind my back and then he had the nerve
to tell me what he had done! Can you believe him?”

“Hermione, I'm sorry that Harry went behind your back, but maybe he felt like he had a good
reason to?”

Hermione sighed. “Well, he did say he was worried about me. I was moping around the house.”

“Well, I'm sure he felt that he had to help you. I can tell how much Harry cares for
you.”

“But he promised me he wouldn't talk to them. That's why I am upset with him.”

“Do you think if Harry came to you beforehand and told you what he was planning, would you have
let him?”

Hermione shook her head. “Probably not.”

“Well there you go. Hermione, I think you are being too hard on him. I agree with you that Harry
was wrong to go behind your back, but I'm sure he felt he could help you. Did he say how the
meeting with your parents went?”

“He said he thought he had helped but I didn't wait around for any details, I was too angry
to listen to him.”

“Are you still angry?” Lucy asked.

Hermione took a moment to think about Lucy's question. No, she really wasn't angry
anymore. If anything, she felt a bit foolish for not hearing Harry out.

“No, I guess not. I suppose I should be heading home to talk to him. Thanks, Lucy.”

“Well, I'm not really telling you anything different then when you told me to talk to Ben
when we had our fight about his ex. Talking it out is the best thing.”

The two young women got off the bed and Lucy walked Hermione to the front door. It looked like
the rain had let up for the time being. “Well, you'd better be off before it starts to rain
again.”

Hermione put on her jacket and gave Lucy a quick hug. “Thanks for the talk.”

“No problem, anytime. Say `hi' to Harry for me.”

Lucy closed the door and walked into the kitchen where Irene was making dinner. “Is everything
okay with Hermione, dear?”

“Yeah, she'll be fine. She and Harry had a row, but I think they'll patch things
up.”

“Like you and Ben?”

Lucy smiled, thinking of her boyfriend. “Yeah, like me and Ben.”

Hermione headed back into the house, where she found Harry watching TV. The pile of clothing
that Hermione had left the laundry basket was neatly folded in the basket on the floor next to
Harry.

“Thanks for folding these,” Hermione said hesitantly.

“No problem,” Harry replied, not looking up from the TV.

“Harry, is it okay if we turn off the TV? I need to talk to you.”

Harry reached for the remote and turned it off, looking warily up at her. “So talk.”

“I want to apologize to you, Harry. I shouldn't have gotten so angry with you. I am upset
that you went to see my parents without telling me first, but I understand why you didn't tell
me. I wouldn't have let you if I knew what you were doing.”

“No, you wouldn't have,” Harry agreed. “Hermione you have to know that when I made you that
promise I wouldn't see your parents, I meant it but it had been a week and you were just moping
around and it was affecting me, too. I was on the bus coming home from my exam and I felt this urge
to talk to them. And if you hadn't gotten so upset with me and left the house, you would have
found out that it worked.”

“What do you mean it worked?”

“While you were out, I got a phone call from your parents' assistant, Cathy. She wants to
schedule a dinner tomorrow night with you and your parents. I told her you were out, but I would
have you call her when you got in.”

“Tell me you're not joking.” Hermione said, her heart pounding at this news.

“Would I joke about this, Hermione?” Harry said as he handed her the message he had written
about an hour ago.

She looked at the message for a moment, to make sure it was real. Before Harry knew it, she had
launched herself at him, showering him with kisses and a bone crushing Hermione hug.

“So I take it you're not mad at me anymore?” Harry asked when they came up for air.

“No, not mad at all,” Hermione laughed as she leaned in to kiss him again.

Harry pulled away a bit. “As much as I'd like to continue this make-up session, don't
you think you should call Cathy back? Your parents' office closes soon.”

Hermione looked at her watch and indeed her parents office hours were coming to a close. She
leapt off the couch and picked up the phone.

A few minutes later she joined Harry on the couch. “I'm going over there tomorrow at
seven.”

Harry put an arm around her shoulders. “I'm happy to hear that.”

“I feel like an idiot, Harry,” Hermione said. “Whatever you said to them worked and worked fast.
I'm kind of jealous that you were able to reach them when I wasn't. Whatever did you say to
them?”

“Not much, I just told them how amazing you are and that they need to get to know their daughter
again.”

“That's all?”

“Pretty much.”

“And no magic?”

“Of course not, Hermione. Your parents even made me put my wand on the table while I
talked.”

“Well, it's not like that would really make a difference. One *accio**,* and it
would've been in your hands.”

“Well it was more for show, besides I think they've had enough magic to last a
lifetime.”

“I agree.”

They sat there in silence for a moment. “So about that make-up session…” Harry started.

“What about it?” Hermione asked as she looked up at him with a smile.

“Do you want to continue for a while? I can start dinner in a half-hour.”

“Imagine what we could do in a half hour…” Hermione mused as Harry shut her up with a kiss.

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