Chapter 1 : It Was Their Anniversary
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Hermione woke up on the day of her first anniversary of getting married. She looked over on his side of the bed. She sighed; it was empty again. Empty like it has been for the past three weeks.
She went into her bedside table drawer and got out the note Harry had written her the morning he left for his Auror mission.
I love you so much and I'm going to miss you more. I hate that I have to leave as much as you do. You are my heart, my soul, my life; my everything. I promise to come back to you. Even it's not tomorrow, or the next day, or even the next. I will come back.
With all my love,
Even though Hermione had looked at that note every morning since he left, she couldn't help but to tear up. He still wasn't here. Still wasn't home. It was their anniversary. The emptiness she felt was even bigger.
Enough with self-pity, she thought to herself as she got out of bed and went to take a shower.
Usually a shower helped her feel better, but this morning it didn't do its job. It was their anniversary. She quickly got dressed and apparated to her best friend's flat.
Hermione appeared in the living room of the tidy, but homey apartment. She heard a door and looked to see one of her best friends in nothing but jeans and wet hair. He must've just gotten out of the shower.
"Hermione?" he asked softly.
Her eyes began to water and she ran to him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her as she cried.
"It's our anniversary! And he still isn't home!"
"Oh, Mione. He'll come back to you."
"But what if he doesn't? I can't live my life without him, Draco!"
Draco became a big part of Harry and Hermione's life after the war. He showed where his loyalties actually lied and they fully accepted them after the Final Battle. It was easier to get through Ron's departure with him around.
After the battle, Ron and Lavender were reunited. They declared their love. Then they ran away to France without any notice. Ron had run away from his family. Nobody had heard from them since. Now Mr. and Mrs. Weasley lost two sons.
"Mione, when has Harry ever broken a promise to you?" Draco asked softly. She sniffled and shook her head to clear her thoughts.
"Sorry you had to see me like that."
He smirked. "Don't worry about it. What are friends for?"
Just then, an owl came through the window and landed beside Hermione. Once she took the letter, it flew away. She opened it and gasped.
Happy Anniversary, my love. I'm sorry I'm not there with you today. All I wish is that you were lying in my arms and we were celebrating the day we got married together. I will be home in a few days, so we can celebrate then.
With all my love,
She sniffled and looked up and Draco with a smile on her face, which he returned. They made their way into the kitchen and Draco made them breakfast.
"So what are you doing today?" he asked.
Hermione sighed. "I have work."
He looked at her in confusion. "I thought Harry didn't want you to work. I thought since he was getting paid as an Auror and the fact that you two have a substantial amount of money for defeating Voldemort, he didn't want you to worry about working."
"I know. I just volunteer at St. Mungo's twice a week. I can't just sit around and do nothing."
"Oh. I guess I thought we could do something today."
"Don't you have Quidditch practice?" Hermione asked.
"I do." replied Draco. "But not until five o'clock. Luna had to go to the Ministry to do some paperwork for the Magical Creatures Department. And I called Blaise to see if he was free, but he's busy with Ginny."
"What do you mean by busy?"
He chuckled. "He gave me details and all."
Hermione shuddered. "That I didn't need mental images of."
"So could you please call off? I don't want to be all by my lonesome." Draco gave her the best puppy dog look he could muster.
She rolled her eyes and called the hospital to reschedule her volunteer hours. After breakfast, Draco and Hermione went into muggle London to look around in the shops. At four thirty, Draco had to leave so he could make it to his practice on time. The two bid each other goodbye.
Hermione apparated back to her cosy, ranch house and found herself in the bedroom. She looked over at the bed and was confused when she saw lily petals on the duvet. She started to walk out of the room when a smell she recognized hit her.
His smell. A mixture of his cologne, must, and aftershave. Hermione timidly walked out of the room when she saw him standing in the middle of the living room with a bouquet of yellow roses in his hand. Her favorite flowers.
He had a wide grin on his face when he saw her in a state of shock seeing him standing there. "Don't I get a proper hello?" he asked cheekily.
At that, Hermione ran from the doorway and flung herself into Harry's arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and buried her face in the crook of his neck.
He was here. Harry was home. She was in his arms again; the one place she belonged more than anywhere else. She began to weep happy tears which caused Harry to chuckle.
"My love, I'm home. Why are you crying?"
She took in his scent and hugged him closer. "I'm just so happy. This is probably the best anniversary present you could ever give me."
She lifted her head and looked into Harry's brilliant green eyes. The distance between them got smaller and smaller until their lips met in a passionate kiss. Harry walked them over to the couch and sat down with his wife straddling him.
He began to kiss and nip at her neck as his hands went to explore Hermione's curves under her blouse. She unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands down his chest. Just as she was about to unbutton his jeans, he pulled away.
"I have dinner prepared. Let's eat first." He chuckled when he saw her pout. "Come on, love. We'll have plenty of time for that later."
They went into the kitchen where Hermione had another surprise. The table was decorated with candles and had a full dinner on plates. There was also champagne.
"When did you have time to do all this?"
"I came home around noon."
She smiled brightly and kissed him again. "I love you."
"I love you too."
And so the couple spent the rest of their evening enjoying each other's presence and celebrating their anniversary.
And not just with dinner.
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