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Harry Potter - Hermione Granger/Harry Potter

Hermione

I smiled as I brushed my teeth. Friday. Friday is movie day. Oh yeah - I suppress a groan - it's Harry's turn to pick.

He's my roommate, about nine months younger than me. We were in the same year at secondary school - Hogwarts Academy - but he was a Gryffindor and I was a Ravenclaw. But hey, our house still won every single competition, even sporting ones and we were the 'nerds'.

Anyway, Harry is one of those people who's favourite genres are horror, horror and horror. And me, I'm more either a cheesy romance or a scientific documentary - mainly the former.

I chuck on a loose shirt and some jeans before making my way to the kitchen to grab a drink - maybe some food, depends what we have left. On the counter, there's a bowl with a note beside it.

Sorry, Mi, duty called, but I made you some pasta anyway Try not to over-do it today. -Harry :)

I hake my head and grab a smoothie from the fridge, the pasta and sit down on the sofa. The pasta's good, cheesy. Once I finished my breakfast I go wash the bowl, chuck the bottle in the bin and go grab a cardigan from my room. I chuckle at my reflection, blue and orange. I raise my fist slightly, mouthing Ravenclaw through my smile.


Harry

I'm not actually working. This is one of the few times I'll go into a bookshop without Hermione dragging me after her.

I eventually find the shop I'm looking for. It specialises in selling old books, she loves it here, but leaves without buying anything because it's all so expensive.

I walk over to one shelf and manage to find it.  A first-edition copy of The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien. She's always admired this one from afar - probably because it's £450, but we ignore that.

I pick it up and walk over to the counter - no going back now.


Hermione

I'm about to turn onto the last page of my book when I hear the door open. Harry! Before I realise what I'm doing I've already got him trapped in a hug.

"I missed you," I murmur.

"I've been gone for two hours, Mi," he laughs.

I hold him closer, "Two hours two many, in my humble opinion."

He laughs again and strokes my hair softly as he tries to leave my embrace.

"Please!" Harry cries.

I scowl as I let him go, but furrow my brows all the same when a bag is placed in my hands. I open it and...Oh god.

"You didn't," I breathe out.

"I did," he confirms. "Anything for you, Mi, anything."

"No horror movies tonight?"

"Maybe not that much," he grins.

I wipe away a stray tear - or two - and hug him again as I stifle a laugh.

"Thank you."

We stay like that for a couple of minute before he reminds me about the movie night.

"Please don't go too over the top," I whine.

He nods and takes out a DVD, not showing me what he picked.


Harry

I tried. I sigh and hug Mi back - woopsie. I stroke her head when she buries her face in my chest and I grab a blanket and put it over her.


Hermione

I wake up warm - and for some reason, I don't think it's from the blanket. Looking at what I was leaning on, I see Harry. I grin, kiss his cheek and go grab some water.

He comes in a few moments later, shouting on his way, "Babe! You missed!"

Huh?

"Mi! You missed!"

"H-Harry?"

"You kissed me on the cheek, so you missed."

It takes everything in me not to laugh, "We aren't dating, Harry!"

"Oh..."


James Sirius Potter

I grin as I dance with Mum, Dad, Remus and Lily. Mum and Dad finally got married earlier today. Took them long enough.

I laugh as Dad picks me and Remus up, spinning us around.

"Dad!" I scream.

Mum giggles from...somewhere. Dad puts us down and we both grab one of Lily's hands. The 3-year-old smiles and we go get some food. Lily must be starving.


Remus Arthur Potter

"And, Lils, that's the story of us," I say, playing with one of her curls.

She laughs and Jamie does too. Mum and Dad are out, meeting with a friend, they said. But at least I get some more time with Lils and Jamie.

"Can you tell me another story?"

I grin, "Aren't you a bit old for bedtime stories?"

She shrugs, "Just tell me a damn story."

My eyes widen at her language but I turn to Jamie and we both nod anyway. This will be fun.

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