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Harry Potter and the End of Illusions	By : Christina_Potter_09 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 11159 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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-CHAPTER EIGHTEEN-

Home for the first time

'Sweet Merlin, this house is different!' Ron exclaimed as he, Harry, Hermione and Luna appeared in the hall of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. The two couples left from the Burrow a day after Ron's party and Ginny's walk-out. The Weasleys had decided not to try and report Draco taking Ginny since she left because she wanted to. Ron and Harry promised Mr. and Mrs. Weasley that they'd talk to Ginny after the holidays when she'd be back with "him", as everyone referred to Malfoy after the party. Harry looked around the hall and had to admit that Kreacher had done a great job the last months for him and Hermione.

'Keep your voice down, Ronald. We don't want to disturb her portrait!' Hermione hissed, and Ron gave an apologetic smile. Luna looked around with her dreamy eyes and Ron moved closer to her. Harry grinned at the change in his friend and stole a kiss from Hermione.

'We should start by choosing bedrooms and from there we can start painting walls and removing old things.' Harry said softly and Hermione smiled and nodded.

'Deal,' she said grinning and yelped as Harry teasingly pinched her bum. Her yelp caught Ron and Luna's attention. Ron made a disgusted face and Luna just smiled dreamily at them.

The two couples moved up the stairs and chose bedrooms. Ron and Luna took the one Mr. and Mrs. Weasley used to have when the house was the headquarters of the Order and Harry and Hermione took Sirius' old bedroom. Harry tried not to let his sadness for his Godfather take over and smiled at Hermione as she put their clothes in the large wardrobe. Harry wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist from behind and looked into the wardrobe. On the right, his clothes were hanging and on the left Hermione's clothes were placed. Harry placed a soft kiss on Hermione's shoulder and let her aroma intoxicate him.

'I like how our clothes look in the same wardrobe.' Harry said and Hermione smiled and kissed his cheek from over her shoulder.

I like how your arms are holding me. Hermione replied in Harry's mind and he smiled and kissed her neck, lingering in every small, tender kiss.

I love how you fit in my arms. Harry replied and Hermione smiled and closed the wardrobe. She turned around in Harry's hug and captured his lips with hers. Harry immediately felt heat all over his body. He tightened his grip and pushed Hermione back a few steps so he could trap her between his body and the wardrobe. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist and Harry pulled on her hair tenderly so he could have access to her neck. Hermione moaned at the light pain and let Harry play with her neck. He didn't lose a second and started nibbling on her skin, biting and nipping on her pale flesh. Hermione moaned again and started caressing his hair and kissing his face. Wind began to blow in the room and both of them knew that they needed to calm just a bit if they didn't want to cause some damage.

'Harry, Hermione, can I come in?!' Ron's voice said, accompanied by a loud knock on the door. Both Harry and Hermione let go of each other with groans. Ron didn't wait for a reply and opened the door. Both Harry and Hermione were breathless and flushed. Harry moved slightly behind Hermione so he could hide a certain part of his anatomy which was aching for the girl in front of him. Ron's eyes widened and his face flushed a bright scarlet color. 'Sorry, guys.' He mumbled.

'Have you ever noticed that people knock and then wait for an answer before they can enter a room, Ron?' Hermione asked angrily. Luna showed up right behind Ron after a moment and took his arm.

'What have I told you Ronald? How would you feel if Harry or Hermione entered your bedroom last night when we were shagging?' Luna said casually, causing the others to blush furiously. Ron just nodded to everyone and took Luna out of the room. He shot another apologetic yet embarrassed look at Harry and Hermione and closed the door.

'I think my ears are bleeding.' Harry said and Hermione chuckled and moved closer to their trunks which were opened on the king-sized bed. Harry moved closer to Hermione and hugged her, starting to play again but Hermione turned around and gave him a kiss.

'We should start with the house. Then I'll teach you how to cast powerful locking and silencing spells. Then we can get back to whatever it is that you want from me," Hermione said with a playful grin. Harry sighed in defeat. They needed to start the house, and they certainly needed to cast those two spells on the bedroom with Ron in the same house…

'Fine,' Harry said, disappointed, and Hermione smiled and licked his earlobe, making him shiver.

'I promise, it'll be worth the wait.' Hermione said huskily and Harry could just moan and nod at her power over him.

When the four friends were finally ready they all moved to the hall so they could see from where to start. Harry called Kreacher first. 'Kreacher, what can elves do for the house they live in when their masters want to change it? I want the truth.' Harry asked and Kreacher seemed worried but made a bow and answered, his fake Horcrux still around his neck.

'Many things, master Harry. They can paint the walls, clean them, change the color of the furnishings… remove things which are magically bonded with the house.' Kreacher answered and shot a glance full of love to the covered portrait of Mrs. Black. Harry smiled at Hermione and looked at the same place the house elf looked at. He then looked at his friends and girlfriend.

'We can start with the kitchen and the dining room; paint the walls, remove old things of the Black family and then move to the living room and here in the hall.' Harry said and everyone nodded, only Kreacher made a squeaking noise. Harry looked at the elf. He knew Kreacher wouldn't be happy with all this but it was time for this old house to become something nice, something beautiful. 'Kreacher, I want you to go to the living room and take off the wall the tapestry of the Black family. I want you too keep none of the things, I, your mistress Hermione, Ron and Luna will throw away. Is that clear?' Harry asked.

The elf looked at him in shock and disdain and Harry could feel Hermione's sadness at the view of the old elf and even a small flick of anger at his commands. Kreacher finally made a bow and answered. 'Whatever my masters want.' Kreacher said and Harry nodded. The elf had tears in his eyes but left from the hall silently. Hermione sighted next to Harry and he turned to her.

'There is no other way for us to take off the portrait and the tapestry, 'Mione. He's the only one who can do it.' Harry said gently and Hermione just nodded.

Ron and Luna moved to the dinning room and Harry and Hermione in the kitchen. They started by removing things they didn't need. Everything was clean thanks to Kreacher so they didn't need to clean as well. After almost two hours of throwing away and removing things from the cupboards and the shelves they were finally ready to paint the old walls of the room. Hermione did it since she was really good at decorating charms. Like every other kind of charm. Harry thought to himself with a smile. Soon the kitchen had a calming light yellow color around the walls; the room now seemed larger and happier, brighter.

'What do you think?' Hermione asked and Harry smiled at her and kissed her full on the lips.

'It's great.' Harry said as the kiss was over. 'Let's go and see how Ron and Luna are doing, shall we?' Harry said and the couple moved to the dinning room. They were left speechless at the sight of the room. Truth to be told, both of them were afraid about what colors Luna would make the dining room, partly because of her skills on that specific charm and partly because of her taste. They were wrong, however, because the dining room was cleaned and the walls were beautifully painted in Ravenclaw colors; dark blue and light silver made the large room seem smaller and more welcoming to people. Ron was sitting on a chair with Luna on his lap, snogging her senseless. Harry cleared his throat and the couple separated and Ron blushed. Luna just smiled at the sight of her friends.

'I guess now we're even.' Hermione said smiling at the scarlet Ron. She turned and looked at Luna. 'The colors are wonderful, Luna. Thank you for doing it.' Hermione said and Harry nodded in agreement with a smile on his face.

Luna smiled and replied 'It was Ronald's idea. I can cast the charm better so I just did the magic.' Luna said and smiled at her friends. Ron smiled behind her and the two couples moved to the living room to find Kreacher on his knees, crying with the large tapestry of the Black family in his hands like a sheet. He was clutching the fabric and was rubbing his cheek against Bellatrix Lestrange's name and dates of birth and death. Harry sighed at the sight of the elf and moved closer along with Hermione.

'Kreacher, give me the tapestry please.' Hermione said and the elf obeyed his mistress by handing the tapestry over. Hermione took it and with her wand she folded the large piece of delicate fabric. Harry remained close and Hermione caressed the old elf's back. 'I'm sure, you loved your previous masters, Kreacher. Both Harry and I are sure you loved them more than us, and we cannot blame you. But now we will live here and we need to change the house so we can be happy here. I love house elves and I hoped I could help them to be free. I couldn't understand their nature but I did when another elf died for someone he loved dearly.' Hermione said and Harry felt an ache in his heart at the thought of Dobby. Hermione looked at Harry and both of them sensed each other's sadness for the day of Hermione's torture and Dobby's death. Hermione looked back at the old elf. 'Both Harry and I care for you, Kreacher. We know you have suffered enough and we want you to be in peace, but first we need to make this house… different so we can be in peace as well.' Hermione went on and Kreacher nodded. Hermione glanced at Harry and he nodded.

'Kreacher, I want you to go to the hall and take the old portrait of your mistress off the wall. If you want, we can keep a room for you so you can put the portrait there. Only you will have access there. You may keep the tapestry as well.' Harry said and the elf looked at him with eyes full of tears. Hermione smiled at Harry and he smiled back at her.

'Yes, master, I will; thank you for not throwing out my mistress' portrait.' Kreacher said and stood up; he took the old, folded tapestry in his arms and moved to the hall. Harry and Hermione stood up and smiled at each other.

'At least he won't be sleeping in that cellar and he'll have the portrait.' Hermione said and Harry nodded. Ron and Luna had remained behind. Ron chuckled and spoke.

'You're too nice to a mental elf, guys.' Ron said and Harry could feel Hermione's anger rising.

'This "mental elf", Ron, has suffered enough during the time Regulus was using him. His life is close to an end and he needs some last, happy moments.' Hermione snapped and Luna elbowed Ron, nodding in agreement. Ron rolled his eyes and just nodded. Harry agreed with Hermione. Kreacher would sooner or later face death and he needed some happy moments with him and Hermione as masters.

The four started the living room; it was the room which took more time then any other room in the house so far. The first time they had cleaned the house was years ago and Kreacher had found the chance to put most of the things back in their places. Now the four friends needed to do almost everything from the beginning. After more than two hours of fighting with the magic of the house the four were finally ready to paint the walls. Hermione did it again and painted the walls in Gryffindor colors, making the room warm and beautiful, the old, expensive furnishing seemed to fit better and, after some repairs, the living room seemed new like the kitchen and the dinning room. The four fell onto the couches and tried to relax for awhile. It was already time for lunch and they knew they needed to wait till Kreacher finished with the portrait. The elf showed up and made a bow.

'The portrait of the Mistress is off the wall, master Harry. Where is Kreacher supposed to place it now?' the elf asked and Harry looked at Hermione for an answer.

'You can take Mrs. Black's bedroom to put the portrait and the tapestry in, Kreacher. I can cover the door of the room magically so no one will ever disturb her. What do you think?' Hermione said and Harry smiled at her. Either way, no one would ever use that old room. Sirius had used it to keep Buckbeak inside. Kreacher could have the room.

'Mistress Hermini is really kind. Thank you masters. Kreacher will clean the room of Mistress and place her portrait in there, along with the tapestry.' Kreacher said and Harry and Hermione nodded.

'Kreacher, before that, please go and make some lunch.' Harry said and Kreacher nodded and left with a pop for the kitchen. The four friends waited and relaxed in the newly painted living room until Kreacher announced that the lunch was ready. Harry had allowed to Kreacher to go monthly into Gringorts and take money for the house's needs and Kreacher did as he was told. Harry hadn't told to Hermione because he knew she'd want to pay for half of those needs and Harry didn't want her to give her money. He had more than enough himself.

While they ate, Kreacher moved back to the hall and took his mistress' portrait and moved it in Mrs. Black's old bedroom along with the tapestry. The four young people moved to the hall and repaired the damage done by the portrait to the wall and removed the dead house elves' heads from the walls. This time, Harry cast the decorating charm and a warm dark red color covered the walls, making the hall warm and welcoming.

For the rest of the day, the four friends separated in different rooms and floors and started fixing the rooms one by one; cleaning, removing items and painting the walls for the best part of the first day. Harry hadn't realized how large the house was but now he knew that Grimmauld had a large kitchen, a living room, the hall, a bathroom and a dining room on the ground floor, a library, an office, a bathroom and five guestrooms on the first floor. There were two large bedrooms; One of them would be locked for the portrait and Harry and Hermione took the other one which included one more bathroom inside for the second floor and an attic on the top. When the house was full of people of the Order and Mrs. Weasley was urging everyone to go to sleep or in their rooms because of the order's meetings, Harry didn't have the chance to check on the house, but now he had to admit that he loved how Grimmauld looked with all its rooms re-decorated and re-painted.

Now with all of them being able to use magic to repair furniture and Hermione's books about decorating charms Harry could repair great pieces of expensive furniture. Harry smiled as he finished the master bedroom he shared with Hermione. He had repaired Sirius' old bed and cleaned the curtains with a spell. He painted the walls with dark, calming blue and with a flick of his wand he conjured small glimpses of light on the ceiling. He remembered reading about it the other day for his charms exam, luckily, to attend his seventh year at Hogwarts. Of the entire bedroom, he most liked the settle which was close to the fireplace. Grimmauld had many fireplaces Harry had noticed the last hours; One in this room, one in the locked bedroom, one in the kitchen, another in the living room, one more in the library and another in the office. Harry liked the house as it was now. He wished Sirius could see and love the house as Harry did. Hermione entered the room and smiled proudly as she looked around.

'Well done, sweetheart. It's really good,' Hermione said and Harry opened his arms for her, Hermione moved close and snuggled in his hug. 'I've magically covered Mrs. Black's bedroom. Only the cellar and the attic are left.' Hermione said and smiled at Harry. 'You have to see the library, love, I feel like spending the rest of my life there. Many books are about dark magic but I can put mine instead of them.' Hermione said and Harry smiled and kissed her cheek.

'In the library? I made this bedroom with your favorite color so I could lock you up in here and have my way with you.' Harry said and Hermione grinned and hugged him. She started kissing his neck, nipping on his skin and soon Harry's breath started becoming ragged as his hands travelled all over her body.

Hermione gasped and took her wand from the pocket of her skirt. She pointed her wand at the door and with a silencing and a locking charm the bedroom was secured. 'I need you to teach me those spells,' Harry murmured as he started kissing her neck and collarbone. Hermione moaned and reached for his lips. The kiss was over after a few moments as Harry moved both of them close to the settle.

'Now, I need to have you. Teaching can wait, love.' Hermione said in a husky voice and Harry felt like dying from the need for her. Their sexual life had became blissful to no end with both of them sure of what they're doing every time, with the knowledge of each other's weak spots and their bond widely open to each other's emotions and needs like now. Harry sat on the couch and got rid of his shoes and socks by magic, he took of the t-shirt he was wearing all day and helped Hermione straddle his lap, Hermione sat on Harry's body and started rocking her self to tease him even more. Harry groaned as he felt Hermione's warm body against his, even if his pants were still between them.

'You're wearing too many clothes, 'Mione.' Harry rasped out and Hermione grinned and pushed him back on the settle.

'Then let me strip for you, love.' Hermione said huskily and Harry could only moan and lay back to watch the small show. He could feel through the bond that she was too aroused to give him a long show so he just laid back and watched. Hermione grinned at him and reached to open her shirt. With every opened button of her white shirt, Harry could feel his mouth watering more at the sight of her exposed skin. When the shirt buttons were finally opened and Hermione opened it Harry hissed in a breath as he realized his sweet little girlfriend was wearing no bra. Her breasts were pale and sensitive like the first time he had seen them months before. Now his girlfriend was nothing like the clueless virgin she was back then. Now she was his tease and all this show was for him. Of course she could hear all these thoughts.

'Like what you see?' Hermione asked and Harry could only nod. He reached for her breasts but Hermione shook her head and placed his hands above his head. Harry couldn't believe how much Hermione could arouse him. She had become such a tease! 'You can see but not touch. Not yet.' Hermione said and Harry groaned as she lowered the zipper of her skirt which was on the side. She dropped the skirt to the floor and Harry felt all the blood leaving his brain as he saw Hermione in her naked glory. His sweet, innocent Hermione wasn't wearing a bra or knickers. He couldn't take any more. He couldn't keep watching her grinning and rocking against him, naked, while he was suffocating in his pants. He needed release; he needed to listen to her screaming his name.

Harry wrapped his arms around Hermione and brought her roughly against him, making her gasp and giggle. He started kissing her neck and soon her right breast was in his mouth. Hermione's giggles turned to needy moans and Harry groaned, satisfied as he knew she wasn't the only one teasing now. His hands moved on her bottom and started massaging her, rubbing her body against his, Hermione was kissing his neck, his hair, every piece of him she could reach with him between her breasts.

'Please, Harry.' Hermione moaned and Harry grinned and put one hand between them. He lowered his zipper and both of them struggled for a few moments until they made it and lowered both Harry's pants and boxers. Harry groaned as he felt Hermione's skin against his; his member was finally free. Hermione moved even closer and Harry helped her to ease her self onto his member. They both moaned as Harry buried himself in Hermione's warm, tight body to the hilt. Hermione hugged Harry's shoulders and he hugged her with one arm around her lower back and the other on her hips. They started moving slowly with long strokes, taking time to enjoy themselves but soon the passion was too much for both of them. Hermione started rocking faster and Harry started to thrust upwards, Hermione let her head fell back and Harry started kissing her neck and breasts as he thrust in and almost out of her welcoming body. He loved her feel, her wetness and her warmth, they were each other's firsts and Harry didn't want any other woman. Hermione was his everything. He trusted and loved her like no other. They were one. He loved her body, her moans and sighs, her screams of pleasure. He loved sensing her happiness and the completeness she was feeling because of him. He loved making her as happy as she made him. Hermione lowered her head and their eyes locked, their bond open already, their joy and bliss feeding each other.

'Say my name. Say you're mine.' Harry said gasping as he kept thrusting up and inside her with need and force, his voice thick and deeper then usual. Hermione didn't look away, neither did Harry. She opened her mouth trying to form words; he knew she was reaching her peak like he did.

'I'm- yours, Harry- I love you.' Hermione moaned and Harry reached and captured her lips. His thrusts slowed down as they kissed and soon Hermione's hand was behind the back of his neck, keeping Harry's lips locked with hers.

Finish us, love, please. Hermione moaned in Harry's mind and Harry with half a dozen powerful strokes made both of them come. Hermione's nails pinned in his shoulder and Harry's hands gripped Hermione's buttocks painfully but neither of them cared as Harry's hips jerked with no control during their orgasms. Their bond helped both of them to experience each other's orgasms as well and their swallowed -by each other's lips- screams filled the room. They finally broke apart and Hermione collapsed against Harry, breathing heavily and kissing his neck lazily. Harry fought to catch his breath, his hands releasing her bottom and caressing the skin there.

'Sorry for gripping you like that. I couldn't stop it.' Harry murmured and Hermione looked up at him smiling.

'Don't worry love; There are some serious scratches on your shoulders.' Hermione said and Harry smiled and kissed her nose.

'I like them, so I won't heal them. I want them to remind me how wild my girl is.' Harry said and Hermione blushed, Harry reached and touched her cheek with the back of his hand. 'I love you too,' he said and Hermione smiled and rested her head back on his chest.

'I know, love.' She said and Harry watched her closing her eyes and snuggling even closer. He loved having her in his arms. He wrapped her in his hug and started caressing her back and hair.

'Take a nap, dinner needs time to be ready.' Harry said softly and Hermione nodded with closed eyes and a smile. He waited for awhile as Hermione's breath evened and blocked their bond. He didn't want his concerns to trouble her sleep and disturb her dreams. He kept her in his embrace and looked out of the window at the star-filled sky. He loved watching the sky and the stars. He loved being where he was with Hermione in his arms. He loved the house that he, his girlfriend and closest friends had re-made. He had changed his mind and wanted to live in this house. Harry had to admit that the house now seemed like a totally different building with no more creepy tapestries, screaming portraits, dead heads of elves and ugly colored walls. He felt like this could be the perfect house for him and Hermione; Large, hidden from the public eye, in the centre of London, close to the Ministry and Diagon Alley, with everything they could need and Kreacher with them to help with whatever they could need.

He wasn't sure if Hermione would want to live here, but he wanted to ask her. He knew he was the one that didn't want to live here but now, this large house seemed to be good for a fresh start in his life with Hermione. This was the house he had his last memories of Sirius, his godfather, his parents' loyal friend. He felt like Sirius would want him and Hermione in this house as it was now. Harry knew Sirius always loved him and always liked Hermione, maybe because her kneazle, Crookshanks was the first being which accepted Sirius after years, or maybe because he knew Hermione was the only one who could help Harry the most. Or maybe because Sirius could see Hermione next to Harry like Lilly next to James, always supporting and loving him like Hermione did with Harry. Harry felt his eyes tearing up but he took a deep calming breath. Sirius was right; Hermione was the brightest witch of her age and Harry smiled at the knowledge of his godfather.

Harry was happy; he had a house and money. He suddenly remembered the twins and his part of the shop. He felt his heart beating faster in sadness at the thought of Fred and, the remaining twin, George. With a small smile, Harry decided to pass his rights of the shop to Ron so his best friend could have a start and if he wanted he could keep up with his brother, George. Harry and Ron had talked about their future and Harry felt more than glad to help Ron with a start in this way. Harry's attention focused on his other best friend again, the one which was sleeping in his arms peacefully. Harry smiled at the sight of Hermione's relaxed face. He always loved watching her sleep. Her certain peace now healed his wounds and soothed his memory of her screaming because Bellatrix was torturing her, or the memory of her shocked face after Dolohov's attack. All those events seemed so far away from them, like they had happened to other people. But both his and Hermione's bodies and souls were scarred by their past. Harry looked out of the window again. He wasn't sure if he was displaying his love enough. He was doing his best and he was happy the bond had built itself between them. With the Dursleys, displays of emotions were scoffed at and before the Horcrux hunt, displays of emotions and weakness meant free access in his mind to Voldemort. Harry wasn't sure if he could open up more than he did with Hermione, because with her, he was open like a book.

He wanted to make Hermione happy and he hoped he was showing his love. He was always insecure when it came to girls but he loved Hermione dearly. She wasn't like Parvati, a last minute solution for a ball, or like Cho, a crush, or like Ginny, a good break for snogging under the security of Hogwarts and Dumbledore. No, Hermione was different. She was his trusted friend, his caring co-fighter, his stubborn best friend which could keep him cool, his passionate lover, his loyal partner, his future –

'Why am I blocked?' Hermione murmured with a slight smile on her lips as she lifted her head. Harry smiled at the sound of her voice interrupting his thoughts and kissed her cheek.

'I didn't want to disturb you through the bond. You needed some rest after redecorating so many rooms,' Harry said softly and unblocked the bond. Hermione smiled and leaned against him again yawning softly.

'I needed that little nap.' Hermione murmured and Harry smiled and kissed the crown of her head.

'Hermione, you know I love you, right?' Harry said and Hermione raised her head and looked at him. She grinned and placed her hands on his chest.

'Yeah, you showed me before with actions I cannot doubt.' Hermione said playfully but stopped grinning as she saw his serious face hadn't changed. 'What is it, love?' she asked and touched Harry's cheek with her soft fingers. Harry sighed and gave a small smile.

'I know sometimes I can't show how much I love you. I know sometimes you need to seek through our bond to make sure of something but I want you to know that I love you and I can try to show it. I can change.' Harry said and was surprised to see Hermione frowning.

'Who told you I want you to change? I fell for the messy haired boy with the "saving-people thing". The insecure boy who blushes and lowers his head when someone says he's the Boy-Who-Lived. I didn't fall for the Hero, the Gentleman or the sweetheart. I fell for you, with your uncontrolled temper, your awful eyesight and your wonderful skills.' Hermione said and ended her small speech with a grin and a wink. Harry smiled and hugged her. Relieved and in a way Harry felt stupid for thinking like that. Of course Hermione would accept him as he is. Like he accepted her as she is.

'Thank you,' Harry murmured and kissed her cheek.

'I love you and please don't think like that again. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be.' Hermione said and Harry looked at her seriously. He looked at Hermione and could see in her eyes how many things they had been through, how much pain she had suffered for him.

'You have been hurt because of me.' Harry said matter-of-factly. Hermione smiled sweetly at him and kissed his cheek.

'People say we hurt the ones we love but you never hurt me on propose, Harry, I have hurt you too, without wanting or knowing it, but it's true. We adore each other and that's what matters.' Hermione said and Harry smiled and kissed her lips again. 'We'll attend our training and we'll keep up together.' Hermione said and Harry nodded and sighed.

''Mione, I know I was the one that didn't want to stay here for long but I have changed my mind. Would you like to live here with me?' Harry said and Hermione smiled and then chuckled. Harry frowned and then grinned.

'I knew you'd change your mind.' Hermione said and kissed his cheek. 'I'd love to live here; the house became more than nice.' She went on and Harry could only shake his head.

'You know me too well.' He said and caressed Hermione's hair. 'I'll be really lucky having you as co-Auror.' Harry said and looked around the room. An idea rose in his mind and Harry reached for his wand. It was further than Hermione's so he took hers from her discarded skirt and used it; it worked as his own anyway.

'Accio mirrors.' Harry said and from his opened trunk a small package flew and landed in his hand. Hermione looked at him in wonder. Harry set Hermione's wand down close to them and opened the package. Harry took one of them and handed it to Hermione.

'It was Sirius' gift as I'm sure you're remember. I want you to have one of them so we can be in contact when we're too far away for our bond to work.' Harry said and Hermione smiled and accepted his gift.

'Thank you, Harry. I promise I'll keep it close to me no matter what; During our training and the rest of our lives.' Hermione said and Harry smiled and the couple shared a passionate kiss. When the kiss was over, grins were spread on their faces.

'The house is large enough for us… for the future...' Harry said, changing the subject. Hermione smiled and nodded.

'After our training and some time for our jobs, we can travel to several places and enjoy each other. We can make our future, love. I want to be the mother of your children, Harry.' Hermione said and Harry smiled and kissed Hermione again. It was so nice to hear the option of kids aloud, the option of a peaceful future, of a family. The option of a life full of trips, and daily facts seemed wonderful to Harry. The thought of his and Hermione's children seemed even better.

'They will have the worst luck with their hair…' Harry said and then pecked Hermione's lips. 'I love you so much.' Harry said and Hermione only hugged Harry tighter.

'They will indeed,' Hermione chuckled and then looked deeply into his eyes, emerald green melting in chocolate brown. 'I love you too, Harry.' Hermione said and the couple shared another loving kiss.
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