Chapter 1 – The Tournament for Cedric Diggory

A.N: New project, yay! I love writing Harmony again, I really hope people like it so I can keep writing this story, I'm having a lot of fun with it!

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I still wish I wasn't doing this.'

'Well you are.'

'Don't you think it's a little disrespectful?'

Hermione rolled her eyes for the hundredth time as she looked at her best friend, 'Harry, the ministry are doing this for Cedric remember? How could it be disrespectful?'

Harry grinned at Hermione's attempt at sarcasm, 'Leave the sarcasm to me Hermione.'

Hermione gave him a small smile, 'Do you know what you're going to say yet?'

Harry put his feet up on his desk and shook his head, 'Nah, some rubbish that I don't believe about how it's for Cedric.'

'It's a load of bullshit,' Hermione sighed as she leaned back in her seat in Harry's office.

'And that's coming from the person whose organising the whole thing,' Harry said with a smirk.

'I didn't organise anything,' Hermione corrected, 'I was ordered by the Minister to do it.'

'I don't blame Kingsley for trying,' Harry said, 'I mean, he's only doing it for PR and let's face it, the ministry need all the support they can get at the moment.'

'Tell me about it,' Hermione muttered under her breath.

'I'm so glad I don't work in the ministry,' Harry said with a cheeky grin, Hermione glared at him.

'I think I'll just try and embody Dumbledore at dinner tonight…' Harry mused, 'that's what I usually do when I have to make a big speech.'

Hermione chuckled slightly, 'I still don't know why McGonagall is handing this over to you.'

'Hey, are you saying I'm not a fit Headmaster?' Harry asked teasingly, 'the best are the ones that are a bit mad, look at Dumbledore.'

'You're not mad, you're out of control,' Hermione said, a small smile tugging on the corners of her mouth.

'I'll take that as a compliment,' Harry said with a grin.

'Are you not the slightest bit nervous about tonight?' Hermione asked in disbelief, 'I mean it's your first year as Headmaster and then you have this to announce on top of that.'

'I'm coming in with a bang,' Harry said happily, he glanced at the clock, 'is Ron coming?'

'Tonight? No,' Hermione said thoughtfully, 'he's training with the cannons.'

'He's always training,' Harry said as he shook his head.

'He doesn't have boring day jobs like us,' Hermione said in amusement.

'Boring? You think working here is boring? Pfft, you have a boring day job Mione,' Harry said with a chuckle, 'working with the bloody Ministry, and in the department for magical co-operation too.'

'In my defence, I didn't realise it was all bloody politics when I took the job,' Hermione muttered darkly.

'You've been working there for 5 years, you must like something about it,' Harry said as he raised his eyebrow at her.

'I don't mind it, but lately with all of the hype about this…well it hasn't been fun,' Hermione said, defending herself.

'I know what you mean,' Harry said honestly, 'Minerva has chucked me in with this crap during my first year as headmaster.'

'I think she thought you'd handle it better than she would,' Hermione said with a vague smile, 'despite how much you think it disrespects Cedric.'

'Well, at least they cancelled the last one, a 10 year gap is better than a 5 year one I suppose,' Harry said, although it sounded like he was trying to convince himself.

'You're just pissed that it's happening at Hogwarts again,' Hermione remarked.

'Well, yeah, it's supposed to be Durmstrangs turn,' Harry said with a glare in Hermione's direction.

'I thought you'd find it fun,' Hermione teased, 'you being a 'cool' headmaster and all.'

'Hey don't mock, I am a cool headmaster,' Harry said, but before Hermione could mock him anymore there was a knock on the door and Harry called out, 'come in!'

The door opened and the potions mistress walked in holding a 2nd year by the ear. Harry hid a small smile, he recognised the kid.

'Ah, Professor Greengrass, what has he done this time?' Harry asked as the boy was pushed into a seat in front of Harry's desk.

Daphne Greengrass was a professional, she was strict, just like Snape had been, 'Mr. Arton decided to put a firework in Miss. Montgomery's cauldron.'

'And is Miss. Montgomery alright?' Harry asked.

'Apart from being in the hospital wing with half of her hair missing, she's fine,' Daphne said, glaring at the boy.

'I told you last time that I had given you a final warning Mr. Arton, I'll have to give you detention.'

The 2nd year boy nodded and Harry added, 'and I'll leave it up to Professor Greengrass to decide how to punish you.'

The boy nodded once more and Daphne barked, 'You can scrub my classroom floor clean tonight, no magic!'

The boy nodded for a third time and Harry gently told him to get going to dinner since the bell had just rung. He scurried from the room and Harry chuckled, 'that boy was in here once a week last year.'

'I don't usually get this much trouble on the first day of term,' Daphne said in exasperation as she sat down in the chair the boy had just occupied.

'Admit it, you can never be bothered on the first day of term,' Harry said with a grin, 'you'd rather be back in your villa in Greece.'

Daphne smirked, she had an amazing tan and long blonde hair which she tied up in a bun when she was working, 'I do miss the sun,' she admitted.

'Did lover boy accompany you this year?' Harry asked in amusement.

'Nah, he left to play Quidditch in Asia or something,' Daphne said, shrugging this off.

'That's why I broke up with Viktor,' Hermione said, vaguely amused, 'I saw him more when I told him I was thinking about breaking up than I did in the rest of the year we dated.'

'I know, right?' Daphne said and Harry rolled his eyes as 'girl chat' commenced. He grabbed his cloak and threw it on.

'I mean, they have huge egos too,' Hermione was saying as the trio made their way down to the great hall.

'Hey, you know what they say about men with huge egos,' Harry said with a wink towards the potions mistress.

Daphne only rolled her eyes, 'Yeah right Potter, I'd know if that was true, remember?' she shot him a wink back and Hermione laughed loudly as Harry sulked the rest of the way down to the great hall.

Most of the students in the hall were halfway through dinner when Harry stood up to make the announcement. They knew that he was Headmaster now of course, that had been announced the night before at the welcoming feast.

The moment he raised his voice and asked for silence he got it. Harry walked forward to the front of the hall with all eyes on him.

'I have an exciting announcement to make,' Harry began, 'this year, in honour of Cedric Diggory, the first victim of the Second Wizarding War, Hogwarts will be hosting a very special event,' the hall was silent in anticipation, 'tradition states that this event should switch between three schools, but in honour of Cedric it will be held here for the second consecutive time.'

There was some whispering and muttering now as people began to realise what was happening.

'This year, Hogwarts will be hosting the Triwizard Tournament!'

There was much cheering and chattering throughout the hall at this.

'Here to explain more about the rules, is Hermione Granger, Head of the Department of International Magical Co-operation!' Harry said as he stepped to the side and Hermione walked over to him. She glared at him and muttered in his ear, 'so your plan was to make me do all the talking.'

Harry merely smiled and whispered back, 'Yes, after all, you are so good at it.'

Hermione shot him one more glare and then walked forward and smiled out at the students of Hogwarts, 'The Triwizard Tournament is a competition between a competitor from the three European schools,' she explained, 'there will be three tasks and an impartial judge which as I'm sure most of you know, is known as the goblet of fire.'

'Bloody goblet of fire,' Harry muttered in the background and Daphne sniggered and whispered something along the lines of, 'shut up hero boy.'

'Treat me with respect Greengrass, I'm Headmaster now,' Harry whispered to the former Slytherin.

Hermione continued to the students, 'Problems encountered in the last tournament were severe so this year extreme measures have been taken to ensure that nobody under the age of 17 gains entry to the tournament. We have also made sure that there is no way the goblet of fire can choose any more than 3 candidates, one from each school.'

With her speech done she walked back from the stage and Harry walked forward to take over again, 'The delegates from the other schools will be arriving on the 30th of October, and the champions will be selected on the 31st of October during the Halloween feast. Remember, no one under the age of 17 is allowed to enter, so don't try it!'

Harry walked away and the hall was buzzing once more with chatter as he took his seat next to Daphne and Hermione (who was attending that one night for this announcement).

'That's rich coming from you Potter,' Daphne teased, 'the youngest winner of the tournament and all.'

'That wasn't his fault,' Hermione said, sticking up for her friend, 'Harry was entered into that competition in an attempt to try and kill him.'

'She's just teasing Mione,' Harry said gently, 'she knows as well as anyone else what went on that year, after all her Mother's maiden name is Crouch.'

Hermione was surprised by this, but Daphne merely smirked and said, 'That's me, full of secrets. I know everyone's.'

Harry turned away from Daphne and whispered to Hermione, 'She doesn't really, she just thinks she does.'

Hermione smiled slightly, she knew Harry didn't get on with the girl particularly well, she was the head of Slytherin and he was the head of Gryffindor so it was to be expected, especially since they both loved Quidditch.

'She's probably still mad from last year,' Hermione whispered, 'I've never seen Gryffindor kick Slytherins ass so bad.'

'I know,' Harry grinned, 'she had such a temper tantrum, it was awesome.'

Hermione chuckled and was sure she saw Daphne shoot a glare in their direction.

'So, when will I see you again?' Harry asked his best friend as he finally managed to find some time to eat.

'Probably not until October,' Hermione sadly, 'I'm so swamped with the final prep for the tournament.'

'So you can't come visit me,' Harry corrected, 'I'll drop by next Saturday with wine.'

'What if I'm working?' Hermione asked in amusement.

'Then I'll bring the wine to your office,' Harry said as if this were obvious.

'Alright, I'll see you next week then,' she agreed with a chuckle.

'Do you think Ron will show up to any of this?' Harry asked thoughtfully as he surveyed Hermione.

Hermione shrugged, 'I don't know, I haven't seen him since your birthday in July.'

'That was the last time I saw him too,' Harry said, 'I know he's happy being an international Quidditch player and all, but he could at least try and make time for us.'

'He'll show up to the final task I suspect,' Hermione guessed and Harry gave a small nod, 'at least he writes.'

'He's training this week and then he's off to America next week,' Hermione said, shaking her head, 'who would have thought that he would have been the most successful of the three of us.'

'We're all successful in our ways,' Harry said with a smile, 'don't put yourself down about it.'

'Oh don't worry, I'm over all of that, it was a long time ago now,' Hermione said truthfully.

'At least you're still on reasonably good terms,' Harry said to his friend.

'That's only because it only lasted the summer, if it had lasted any longer I'm not sure it would have ended on good terms,' Hermione said thoughtfully, 'and you and Gin ended okay.'

'Yeah, but it's still awkward when we do see each other,' Harry explained, 'and she has a baby now.'

'I can see why that might be weird,' Hermione admitted and for a moment they were both quiet as they ate.

'I'd better head off,' Hermione said as she got to her feet and kissed Harry on the cheek, 'I'll hold you to your promise and say I'll see you on Saturday.'

'I'll definitely be there, I just might have to bring some marking with me,' Harry joked as Hermione shook her head in amusement and walked away. She said goodbye to Neville on her way who was the Herbology professor, and then said goodbye to McGonagall who was still teaching Transfiguration.

As he had suspected Hermione was working when Harry turned up at her flat with a bottle of wine on Saturday night, despite the fact it was nearly 10pm. He followed through on his promise and knocked on her office door just after 10.

'Come in!' Hermione called and she grinned when she saw Harry walk in waving the bottle of wine.

'Ah, it's Saturday,' Hermione said, biting her lip, 'I forgot,' she admitted sheepishly.

'Does our friendship mean nothing to you?' Harry asked mockingly as he put the wine down on her desk and sat down in the chair across from her.

'I did tell you I was swamped,' Hermione said as she pointed at the stack of paper on her desk.

'They overwork you Mione,' Harry said as he conjured up two glasses and poured them each a glass of wine.

'I do hard work, I don't just mess about with shield charms a few times a day,' Hermione joked, but she didn't mean it, she knew Harry worked hard and was passionate about what he did.

'Hey, I'm protecting the nation, safeguarding the nations kids, or whatever politics crap it is your lot say,' Harry said as he forced the wine glass into Hermione's hands, 'take a break.'

'Thanks,' Hermione said gratefully as she sipped from the glass.

'How are you so busy anyway? I would have thought most of it would have been finalised by now,' Harry said as he frowned at the stack of paper work and letters.

'Well the rules are finalised of course, and the schools have all signed the contract but now I'm arranging transport expenses for the schools and finalising the payment for the people helping create each task, all of the boring stuff,' Hermione said as she shut her eyes, they were bloodshot and Harry wondered how long she had been awake for.

'So are you going to tell me anything new about the tournament yet?' Harry asked somewhat eagerly.

'I'm not supposed to,' Hermione said with a smile, 'and I definitely can't tell you about the tasks.'

'You're boring,' Harry said with a mock pout that made Hermione laugh.

'I'm looking forward to seeing Fleur again,' Harry mused, 'It's been a while since she moved out to France with Bill and the girls.'

'Victoire is 5 now, can you believe?' Hermione asked, shaking her head, 'and Dominique is 2…'

'Hey I helped plan Teddy's 6th birthday party in April, I feel old,' Harry said, he couldn't believe how fast his Godson was growing.

'It's scary when you think about it,' Hermione said thoughtfully, 'I mean Gin has a baby, does it not make you wonder who else from school has settled down now?'

'Slightly,' Harry admitted, 'but I can tell you a few who I know for sure haven't.'

'Apart from Ron?' Hermione asked with a snort and Harry sniggered, 'Yeah well the way he's going he's going to be a womaniser forever, but apart from him, Susan hasn't settled down yet, and neither has Daphne.'

'Lavender has two little boys,' Hermione informed Harry, 'I saw her the other day in Diagon Alley, she married Theodore Nott of all people.'

'Who is Theodore Nott?' Harry asked, clueless as ever.

'A Slytherin we went to school with, he was friends with Malfoy, sort of,' Hermione said, rolling her eyes when Harry showed no sign of recognition at all.

'He came back to school to do his N.E.W.T's when I went back after the war,' Hermione explained, 'he's a bit odd, fairly quiet and all but with Lavender being so loud I didn't expect them to get together.'

'Hmm,' Harry said, drinking deeply from his wine glass, 'I wouldn't worry too much, Dean and Seamus haven't settled, and neither have either of the Patil twins.'

'Ernie has,' Hermione said, frowning as she thought about this, 'well, depending on what you mean by settled, he has a son but he didn't marry the girl…'

'Does it bother you?' Harry asked curiously, Hermione shook her head, 'That he has a kid? No, I mean, it was years ago now…'

'But you were together for nearly 2 years,' Harry pointed out.

'I know,' Hermione said, 'I guess I just worry. With everyone else settling down I wonder if I ever will, if I'll ever meet someone who wants to stick with me that way.'

'You will,' Harry assured her, 'you've just had a string of bad romances.'

'Well if anyone can sympathise with me on that it's got to be you,' Hermione said with a small smile as Harry rolled his eyes.

'Try a string of sour flings,' Harry said somewhat bitterly.

'And the odd relationship, you really liked Susan,' Hermione said, Harry couldn't hide anything from her.

'Until she ran off with that girl from the Auror department…'

Hermione burst into a fit of the giggles, as she always did when this story was brought up and Harry glared at her and sipped his wine for a while until she calmed down.

'I'm sorry Harry,' Hermione said apologetically, 'but that always cracks me up.'

'Nice to know my terrible love life gives you amusement,' Harry said with a small smirk.

'I can tell you one thing about the tournament actually,' Hermione said thoughtfully, and Harry chuckled as he realised she had finished her first glass of wine already.

'And what's that?'

'As long as you promise not to tell a soul,' Hermione said as she held out her hand to Harry. He took it and shook it, 'I swear on my heart,' he said with a grin.

'Well, I can tell you who the other judges will be, apart from Fleur,' Hermione said, leaning forward and whispering, she didn't know why because it was only the two of them in the office and the door was shut.

'Ooh, who?' Harry asked excitedly.

'The Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports will be a judge.'

'Who is the head of that department?'

'A certain Susan Bones,' Hermione said, biting her lip as she watched Harry for a reaction.

He looked vaguely amused, 'That could be fun…'

'Then there will be me as Head of my department, and Fleur as Head of Beauxbatons, and you as Head of Hogwarts. The last judge will be the Head of Durmstrang,' Hermione said, again looking nervous.

'And who is the head of Durmstrang?' Harry asked, feeling very out of the know here.

'Well, he moved there after the war…' Hermione said, she was chewing her lip again, 'Draco Malfoy is the head of Durmstrang.'

Hermione was expecting Harry to take this badly, she hadn't expected him to react the way he did.

Harry laughed almost wickedly and said, 'Malfoy? Really? We could have so much fun with this Hermione!'

Hermione gaped at Harry for a moment, 'I thought you would take the news badly that you'd have to spend that much time with him.'

'High school grudges are in the past Mione, but that doesn't mean that we can't have fun this year,' Harry said with an evil grin.

'Okay,' Hermione said slowly, 'what kind of fun?'

'Well, Malfoy's been gone since the war, you say?'

Hermione merely nodded.

'That means he won't know what's happened here since then.'

'Just because he doesn't live here doesn't mean he doesn't know what's happening. He probably still gets the prophet,' Hermione said, still amused at Harry's reaction.

'Well, we can still prank him,' Harry said, leaning forward so much in his seat that Hermione thought he might fall off.

'What do you have in mind?' Hermione asked, she didn't try to stop these things now, with Harry she had learnt that it was easier to go along with them.

'We can tell him we're married!'

'Why would we do that?!'

'Hermione,' Harry said in exasperation, 'I'm the son of a Marauder, I have to prank the Slytherin prince! It's in my veins!'

'Why do I have to be a part of this prank?' Hermione asked, still amused with a small smile tugging on her lips.

'Because you're my accomplice,' Harry said simply as he leant back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.

'Right, and what if I don't want to be your accomplice?' Hermione asked as she leant back in her chair and mirrored his pose.

'Well,' Harry said thoughtfully as he got a glint in his eye, 'I suppose I could tell him that Daphne and me are married.'

Hermione rolled her eyes, she didn't like Daphne much at all, so she said quickly, 'Fine, I'll help you with this prank of yours.'

'Awesome!' Harry said with a grin, he was practically bouncing in his chair, 'this is going to be so much fun!'

Hermione laughed and said, 'Come on Harry, you're getting too excited, I think you need to get home.'

'Fine,' Harry agreed, 'but promise you'll come to Hogwarts again before the arrival of the competitors?'

'I'll try,' Hermione promised as she hugged him and saw him out of the door, 'but I'm busy.'

They said goodbye and Harry went back to his office at Hogwarts, all the while thinking up pranks he could play on his old arch nemesis.

Hermione didn't manage to make it to Hogwarts, she was as swamped as ever with work leading up to the tournament, and Harry was just as busy getting Hogwarts ready for its guests, as well as teaching and marking. The next time they saw each other was on the 30th of October, shortly before the competitors were due to arrive.

'Hey,' Hermione called out as she walked into Harry's office, she didn't see him at first until he walked out of the adjoining bedroom doing his trousers up.

'Oh, hey Hermione,' Harry said happily, 'I hoped you'd get here early so I could talk to you before they all started arriving.'

'Yeah,' Hermione said with a frown, 'I wondered if you might want me to help you prepare a speech.'

'I was just going to get you to do all of the talking again,' Harry smirked and Hermione was about to make a jibe when something stopped her. Daphne walked out of the room adjoining the office, Harry's bedroom, she smirked at Harry as she slipped past him, 'I'll see you later, Headmaster,' she said as she made her way down the stairs.

'He's all yours Granger,' Daphne said as she passed Hermione. She gaped for a moment until the door snapped shut and Hermione was alone with Harry in the office.

'Really Harry?'

'What?' Harry asked innocently as he made his way down the staircase.


'What?' Harry asked, slightly defensive now.

'In this tower, where Headmasters, such as Dumbledore have lived…and you use it as your personal bedroom for all of your recreational…activities?'

'Recreational activities?' Harry asked in amusement, 'is that what you're going to call it?'

'Yes, that's what I'm going to call it, now shut up so we can get down to business,' Hermione said as she crossed her arms and glared at her friend.

Harry whistled as he sat down on his chair behind his desk, 'All of that pent up frustration isn't good for you Hermione, you need to get laid.'

Hermione didn't say anything more as she glared at her friend.

'You never know, Malfoy might be up for it,' Harry said with a smirk.

'I have standards,' Hermione said as she dropped down onto the seat across from Harry.

'Anyway, enough about me. I thought you said you were going to stop sleeping with her?' Hermione said, still glaring at Harry slightly.

'Yeah well, she's kind of like my deep fried twinkie,' Harry said casually as he swung his feet up onto the desk.

'What in Merlin's name is that?' Hermione asked, she was bewildered.

'It's an American cake type thing,' Harry explained, 'the point is that every once in a while a deep fried twinkie is a nice treat, having them all the time would kill you.'

'So basically you're saying she's a good fuck?' Hermione asked bluntly.

Harry's mouth fell open in surprise, 'Is this the Hermione Granger I went to school with?'

'Yeah, she has to work at the Ministry every bloody day,' Hermione said bitterly.

'That would make me want to swear too,' Harry said at this.

'You didn't answer my question,' Hermione said as she watched Harry carefully.

'Yes, I am saying she is rather skilled and enjoyable in the bedroom,' Harry replied with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, 'is that what you wanted to hear?'

'Okay, now we've got that out of the way can we actually talk about the tournament?' Hermione asked, raising her eyebrow at Harry.

'Of course we can,' Harry said politely, 'but I would like to point out that it was you who brought up my sleeping with Daphne.'

'So, Beauxbatons will arrive first,' Hermione said as she glanced down at her itinerary, 'and you'll be expected to kiss Fleur and be welcoming.'

'I can do that,' Harry said simply.

'Then Durmstrang will arrive, and you'll be expect to shake Malfoy's hand and put up a false pretence that you actually like him,' Hermione said, smirking as she predicted Harry's reply.

'That won't be so easy,' Harry said, 'but I acted enough to convince the politicians in all my bloody speeches after the war, so it's manageable.'

'After you've greeted both parties everyone will head to the Great Hall, you will give an opening speech and you will not make me do all of the speaking,' Hermione said, and Harry grinned sheepishly, 'then everyone will eat, simple as that.'

'That is very simple, but thank you for briefing me anyway,' Harry said as he got up and kissed Hermione on the cheek and grabbed her hand, 'Come on, you wanted to help, you can help me get dressed.'

'Why didn't you get Daphne to help you with that?' Hermione asked, making a face as she talked about the girl.

'If I didn't know better I'd think you were jealous,' Harry joked as he made his way up the stairs and into his bedroom, Hermione followed him into the large ornate room. She had helped him pick out clothes before for state dinners and the like, but she had never seen his new room, it was beautiful architecturally but given that Harry lived in it, it was a mess.

'Don't kid yourself, I just don't like her,' Hermione said, wrinkling her nose.

'Oh I know, you make that very clear,' Harry said as he trod across the clothes strewn on the floor to his wardrobe.

Hermione surveyed the mess and saw a lace bra lying on the floor, she shook her head in disbelief, 'Looks like your potions mistress left an item of clothing,' Hermione said with a raised eyebrow. Harry followed Hermione's line of sight and said, 'Oh no, that's Aurora's.'

'You're sleeping with Sinistra too? Really?' Hermione asked in surprise and shock, 'I thought you were supposed to be a responsible Headmaster.'

'No, I'm a cool Headmaster,' Harry corrected, 'which means that I sleep with my staff.'

'So who else then?' Hermione asked as she dropped down on the bed then stood up seconds later when she realised what it had likely been used for, 'Flitwick and Trelawney?'

Harry made a face at this, 'I have standards, Hermione,' he said with a smirk, 'but you know, clearly Neville and I have this whole sexual tension thing going on…'

Hermione chuckled and said, 'Oh yeah, I always wondered about you two.'

'What are you saying about me?' A new voice said from the doorway, Harry stuck his head out from the wardrobe and said, 'oh hey Nev.'

'Hey Harry,' Neville said as he surveyed the messy room with the same disbelief and amusement that Hermione had.

'Harry was just telling me about the sexual tension between you two,' Hermione joked and Neville chuckled, 'Damn, I told him not to tell anyone about that,' he said mockingly which made Hermione laugh.

'Are you ready to head down?' Neville asked Harry, who called back, 'Nope, I'm not even dressed yet!'

'Tell him he has half an hour to get down there,' Neville muttered to Hermione who whispered, 'Don't worry, I'll keep him in check.'

Neville chuckled and said, 'Good luck.'

'Did you know he was sleeping with Daphne again?' Hermione asked Neville quietly, apart from Hermione, Neville was Harry's closest friend.

A dark look crossed his face and he shook his head, 'No, he told me he was going to stop.'

Hermione sighed, 'Yeah, he told me that too, but you know what he's like.'

'It's kind of sad, how much of a player the war changed him into,' Neville said, knowing Harry couldn't hear them talking in undertones.

'It wasn't the war,' Hermione whispered to her friend, 'it was Susan, he had already bought the engagement ring when she ran off.'

A look of surprise crossed Neville's face, Hermione was fairly certain that she was the only person who knew of this fact, 'Don't tell anyone though Neville, he's sensitive about it.'

'Don't worry, I won't,' Neville said with a small smile, 'I'll see you at the feast later,' he said as he made his way out of the office.

'Okay Hermione,' Harry called as he walked out of the wardrobe wearing only his boxers, 'which one?'

Hermione tried not to gape, but she couldn't help it, the last time Hermione had helped Harry out like this had been when he had a state dinner two years ago, and in that time he had changed.

Harry noticed her slight blush and grinned, 'Not such a skinny runt anymore huh?' he said in amusement, 'I've been working out.'

'It shows,' Hermione said, she swallowed and tried to control the colour of her cheeks, 'so show me the outfits.'

Harry held up two sets of robes in his hands. One set was deep emerald green that was almost the exact same colour as his eyes, and the other was dark purple with silver stars which reminded Hermione of Dumbledore.

'The purple I think,' Hermione said and Harry nodded, 'that was my gut instinct,' he said as he pulled on black trousers and a purple shirt then pulled the purple robes on over the top and bent down to put his shoes on with a grimace on his face.

Hermione jumped in, 'Hey, let me help,' she said as she tied the laces on both shoes for him, she got up and saw him looking embarrassed.

'Oh Harry, it's just me, don't feel embarrassed,' Hermione said, but Harry merely shrugged and said, 'I wish I could go back in time and stop it from happening.'

'It's easy to say that now,' Hermione said sympathetically, 'I doubt the amount of sex you're having is helping. The healers told you to take it easy when it hurts.'

'Well it's only been hurting for a day or so, I got hit by a stunning charm by a 6th year the other day and I must have twisted it the wrong way,' Harry said as he got to his feet and left the bedroom.

'You're lucky you came out of that accident alive,' Hermione said as she made her way down the stairs with him, 'a back injury isn't so much when you think about what could have happened.'

'I know,' Harry said quickly, and Hermione could tell that he didn't want to talk about it anymore. He took a moment to catch his breath and then smiled at Hermione and put his arm through hers, 'Shall we?'

'We shall,' Hermione said, smiling back at her friend.

TBC :)

A/N: Now, what do you think? Because personally I LOVE writing this story, its great to get back to basics and write some Harmony again because its where I started before I even had a fanfic account! I really hope people like it so I can keep writing and updating it, this fic will be a good long one, probably about 30-40 chaps long with chaps ranging from 4,500 to 6,000 words in length. Pretty please review if you like it so I know whether I should continue!