The Art of Love
Summary: Sometimes all you need is a little love. HHr
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its affiliated characters. That all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Author's Note: This is the final chapter. I want to once again thank each and every one of you who took time out of your day to click the link to this story, and your support has been astronomically unexpected and so appreciated. I hope it didn't disappoint. Please be on the lookout for my next Harry/Hermione story "The Lost Years." It will revolve around the missing 19 years in between the war and J.K. Rowling's epilogue. It won't have anything to do with this story either, its very AU. Thank you once again. Please enjoy the end of The Art of Love.
Chapter 21: The Epilogue
"Mum, I'm fine, really!" Hermione protested as her mother tried to massage her shoulders.
"Hermione, you just gave birth. You are tense and you need some relaxation." She said. Hermione rolled her eyes as the door to her bedroom swung open. The most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on walked in, his hair askew and green eyes shining brightly as he held their baby boy in his arms. He smiled at her and his mouth curled up in a smirk when he caught sight of Jane Granger having her hand swatted away by her daughter. Hermione beamed at him and he sat on the edge of the bed still cradling the sleeping boy, and Jane leaned down to kiss the top of her daughter's head.
"I'll go bring you some tea." She said. Hermione's head snapped toward her mother as he left the room.
"Mum, I'm honestly okay! MUM!" she groaned and looked back at Harry. They both burst into laughter and Hermione sat up a little to give him a kiss. Okay, so she was sore and moving hurt, but other than that she was okay. Harry nuzzled her face with his head for a moment before he passed their son to her, and Hermione stared at his little face with a giant smile on hers.
"He looks like you." She told Harry. He had scooted up on the bed so he was sitting next to her, his arm draped over the pillow she was leaning against and wrapped around her shoulders. Her head tilted into the crook between his neck and she sighed happily. She couldn't believe they were actually here.
"I love you so much, 'Mione." Harry whispered. She looked up at him and smiled.
"And I love you." She replied. She kissed him warmly and settled back into his arm. His hand reached over to cup his son's head, and he felt his throat tighten.
"Do you think I'll be a good dad?" Harry asked. Hermione smiled and kissed him again.
"You're going to be the best dad on the planet, Harry James Potter." She told him. His eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his face. "What?" she asked him.
"James." Harry said, and Hermione understood. Her hand gripped his and gave it a small squeeze before she looked back at her son and kissed his forehead.
"Welcome to the world, James Potter." She said.
"His middle name should be Daniel. After your dad." Harry said. Hermione smiled and nodded, kissing her son once more. Just then there was a knock on the door and Ron entered. He looked flustered.
"Bloody hell, you can't do that to me!" he cried as he slumped down in the armchair beside the bed.
"Do what?" Hermione asked. Ron's face went red.
"HAVE A BABY WHEN I'M—" Rom began, but both Harry and Hermione put their fingers to their lips and gave Ron a harsh look. He gulped and looked sheepish in response. "Sorry… Next time you have a baby, make sure I'm not in France for a tournament, okay?" he said, but his eyes were no longer upset. He was staring at the boy in Hermione's arms and he stood up slowly, walking toward him. "He's beautiful, you guys." Ron said. His hand ran through his hair and a smile appeared on his face. "Looks just like Harry."
"That's what I said." Hermione chimed, giving her husband a very pointed look. Harry blushed lightly and looked at Ron.
"How'd the game go?" he asked. Ron beamed.
"I pulled a fast one on Krum. Can you imagine? Me! I pulled a fast one of Viktor Krum!" Ron exclaimed. Hermione laughed and Harry nodded his head in approval.
"How?" Harry asked. Ron reenacted the whole scenario, constantly being shushed by Hermione when he got too loud. By the time he got to the part when he blocked Krum's goal and sent the bludger flying back his way, he was so out of breath from his performance that he sort of mumbled the catch-line and collapsed back into the chair. Harry was laughing, his hand cupped over his mouth so he wouldn't make any noise. It didn't matter, though, the bouncing of the bed still woke up James. Hermione cooed as the cries began.
"Hey, baby!" she said cheerily. "Hello, James. Aw, Mummy loves you. Yes, she does." Her face turned to Harry. The baby stopped crying and was staring at his parent's wide-eyed. Harry smiled.
"Hello, James." Harry said, and gripped one if his tiny feet lightly. "Look at your cute little feet." He said and tickled one. James didn't like this and started to cry, leaving Harry looking aghast. "I'm so sorry." He said and Hermione laughed.
"You're so cute." She told Harry. "I think he might be hungry." Ron's eyes went wide.
"That's my cue to go, then. I will not be standing around watching breast-feeding. No, sir-ee!" he exclaimed standing up. Harry's eyes narrowed.
"Riiiiiight, because I know how much you hate breasts." Harry said as he stood up and followed Ron to the door frame.
"Breasts I like, but babies sucking on them would make me think twice before—" Ron said. .
"RONALD." Hermione scolded. He looked at her sheepishly before he closed the door. Harry smiled to himself as he and his best mate walked to the kitchen, laughing and cracking jokes. He had never felt so whole in his entire life than he did at this moment. He had a family, his scar hadn't burned in years, and he was married to the woman he loved. All was well.
A/N: I really really enjoyed writing this story. After two years, it seems a little strange to be finished, but I look forward to future stories I can share with you. Thank you so so so much for support. You are all amazing. -M.