Sounds good." Harry grinned. "People don't think much of me anyway after the Heir of Slytherin business last year. It'll be nice to be left alone."
Chuckling, Sharptooth stood. "That's a plan, then, youngling. Send your elf to buy a top of the line wand holster. He may use Ollivander's for that purchase as it is expected of wizards to get one eventually. Yours should at least be spelled against theft and summoning charms, be able to make itself invisible, and also have a quick draw mechanism. Ask Dobby to bring a catalogue and have a good look before choosing. These holsters are built to last and you'll want one to suit your needs for many years."
Harry nodded and scribbled Sharptooth's directions on his notepad. "Uhm, can I go home tomorrow? Healer Spleenbash didn't say when I saw her last."
"I'll ask. Don't move until I get back," the goblin replied, got up and left the room.
Harry spent the time he was gone with his new wand, reapplying the mosquito repelling charm and using a washing charm on himself because there was vault dust everywhere.
Finally, Sharptooth returned with a note in hand. Without preamble, he said, "You may leave tonight, youngling, but no gallivanting around the country and lots of rest." Sharptooth's beady eyes fell on the wand in Harry's hand. "Also, use as little magic as possible to overcome the magical exhaustion you suffered during the ritual. A list of potions has been sent to your house elves, they'll hand them out as directed."
"Er, what does Healer Spleenbash mean by not gallivanting around?" Harry asked.
"She means that there is to be no strenuous activity for three or four more days. Bed rest would be preferable, but she knows how unlikely that'll be. Therefore she's instructed your house elves to discourage forays away from your cottage."
"Oh no." Harry's face fell. "I wanted to meet Hermione tomorrow. I suppose I could cancel, but I was really looking forward to it."
Sharptooth sighed. "Wooing a female couldn't wait a couple more weeks, Heir Potter?"
"I'm not wooing her ... and also, it just happened," Harry retorted with a blush. "I can see her, right?"
"You may see whoever you like," Sharptooth assured him, "but in this circumstance it'll require much ... juggling. Your safety, you see. Inviting Miss Granger to your property, because that's where a meeting will happen if it happens at all, has a host of problems attached to it. Dumbledore being the largest of them, of course, but by no means the very worst right this moment."
"Yes, I know. How can we do it?"
"Hmmm." The goblin crossed his arms in front of his chest and pursed his lips. "I have an idea, but I'll have to talk it over with the rental agreement division. Wait here."
And he was off again, leaving a bewildered but hopeful Harry in his room.
Dobby's dinner had come and gone and Harry was almost finished with his Arithmancy school book when Sharptooth returned. He had Healer Williams and another goblin in tow who looked just as old as Sharptooth himself and was introduced as Kickfast. Harry offered the usual greetings, eager to know what Gringotts had come up with.
"Heir Potter, your rather unique situation has my department in an uproar," Kickfast said dryly. "My lawyers are salivating over the artistics required to make things happen for you."
"Er, that is good, I hope?"
Kickfast snorted. "Very good. They haven't been challenged like this for a while and as you are a Friend To The Nation, every effort was made to find a solution to your dilemma."
"You have found one, then?" Harry asked, cautiously hopeful.
"It'll require quite a bit of trust on your part and a lot of signatures but yes, we've found one." Kickfast conjured a bed table, hopped up onto the bedside chair and spread out two rolls of parchment that were immediately recognizable as contracts. "There were several angles to consider, of course, first of all your and your friend's safety. While Potter Cottage is very secure, the knowledge of it currently is not. Miss Granger's mind would be easy to violate, and while she wouldn't be able to provide any specifics to an interested legilimens, it's best to avoid detection altogether."
"I agree," Harry hastily agreed, feeling sick at the mention of someone going through Hermione's head. "How do we do that?"
"Well, in the end the solution is astonishingly simple, and rather elegant for that," Kickfast said with a shark-like grin. "How do you feel about renting Potter Cottage to Gringotts for a day, and us renting it to Healer Williams?"
Harry couldn't help it, he started to laugh until he was crying and his sides hurt.
"Y-you're the g-greatest," he hiccoughed when he'd calmed down a bit. "I, or rather Sharptooth, I guess, will rent it out for five galleons."
"And we'll rent it to Healer Williams for ten," Kickfast countered with a sly grin. "It is a rather attractive property, after all."
Harry dried his eyes with his comforter and took a deep breath. "Yes, it is. Maybe I should charge Sirius, after all."
The goblins laughed gutturally and then, after making sure that Harry was actually okay with all of it, proceeded to go over the rental agreements with a fine tooth comb. Starting at nine o'clock that evening, Gringotts would rent the Cottage in full, subletting it to Healer Williams for twenty-three hours and fifty-nine minutes, who would then invite Harry and his guests over.
"I know it's cheeky to ask but ... would it be okay to sleep in one of your guest rooms tonight?" Williams asked when everything was signed and the cuts from the bloodquill healed. "It's so calm there."
"Brady ..." Harry was at a loss what to say. "You rented it. You actually paid ten galleons so I could see Hermione tomorrow. You can sleep in any room you like! Dobby will even make up the master bedroom if you want, and cook whatever you'd like to eat."
"That's very generous, but I wouldn't want to presume ..."
"It's yours for a day," Harry repeated. "I insist. Also, I'll stay here tonight anyway, so you have the house to yourself. Make use of it, yeah?"
Williams let out a breath. "Thank you, Harry. When will you and your guest arrive tomorrow?"
"I thought around three for tea," Harry said. "Dobby should be back with Hermione's answer any moment. We won't stay too long and I already told Dobby to pack up the trampoline and the other stuff just before we arrive. Hermione notices everything and I don't want her and her parents to become suspicious."
"Do you really want to return to Gringotts afterward for one more night?" Williams asked. "You could just stay behind, you know that."
"Or you could have the house for another night as my guest," Harry replied with a smile. "It's honestly okay. I'd like to spend the evening with Sirius before I go back, and you know that I can't take him with me just yet. His healers would never allow it."
"Next year, they will," Williams promised. "He's doing well, and he wants to get better. What he did today set him back in many ways, but in others it might have done him some good."
"He's really sad," Harry acknowledged and frowned. "I feel sorry for him."
"He'll be really sad for a while yet," Williams said. "But he's got you, and he did what he set out to do when he broke out of Azkaban."
"What's that?" Harry asked, curious. "I mean, he wasn't really after me, was he?"
Williams smiled a little. "No, he wasn't. But let's wait a while before we discuss this, alright? You've got a date tomorrow and you need your sleep." He looked at his watch. "Also, my lease just started so I'd better go and make the most of it."
Harry grinned. "Betty knows to pamper you, Brady. Don't resist, it's futile."
"I won't. Thank you, again, Harry. Sleep well."
Healer Williams left and after wishing his exhausted and still tearful godfather goodnight, Harry snuggled into his comforter and fell asleep immediately.
oOo
The Grangers met Harry at three on the dot in Sharptooth's office at Gringotts. Dobby surreptitiously harvested Hermione's magical signature before taking her and Harry to the cottage. Under the pretense of needing the loo, Harry paid the ward stone in the cellar a quick visit and told it that his guests were welcome on this occasion. Sharptooth's warning about being too free with his passes had made Harry a little sad, but he accepted that his security and his secrets had to come first.
Hermione's parents were already there, admiring his living room and the view at the garden when he came back.
"This house is also beautiful, Gringotts sure knows how to please its customers," Emma said. She enveloped Harry in a gentle hug. "Hello dear, it's nice to see you again."
Harry blushed and smiled. "Thank you Emma, you too. Hello, Dan." He shook hands with the man. Only then did he allow himself to really look at Hermione. She looked unusally pretty in a white form-fitting summer dress that stopped a good bit above her knees. Unlike his own knobbly knees, hers were shapely and fit perfectly to her well-trained but slim legs. "Hi, 'Mione. You look pretty."
"Thank you." She smiled and hugged him closely. "I like your new T-shirt. Black suits you very well. You got a good tan!"
He noticed and put his arm next to hers. "Oh, yeah. Wicked!"
Betty popped up and smiled at them all. "Hello Harry Potter sir and Harry Potter sir's Grangeys! Tea be ready for you." She led them to the already set table right in front of the garden window. "Betty be hoping you'll be liking it. Betty be making everything today."
Dan's smile was a little bemused while Emma was openly amused about the elf's name for her family.
"Thank you, Betty," Harry said with a little flush. Minding his manners, he pulled a chair out for both Emma and Hermione before sitting down himself. "How do you like your tea?"
Off to a good start, the visit got even better when Hermione nudged Harry's foot under the table in thanks for a scone and the clotted cream and didn't take it away until they left the table again almost an hour later. He was embarrassed at how scatterbrained the little contact made him, but it also was everything he'd hoped for: another date with his best friend!
"It's a pity that Gringotts doesn't rent out a library," Emma commented, walking along the empty bookshelves. "But I suppose that someone who stays longer would bring their own books."
"Er, yeah," Harry answered awkwardly. "I mean, I could've put my school books in there but it honestly wouldn't have looked much better."
"Not even Hermione's books would fill these," Dan laughed. "Don't worry, we're just bibliophiles, Harry, and these shelves are a work of art. It just would've been nice to see them in all their glory."
"I know what you mean," Harry admitted.
"Speaking of books, I can't believe it's only one more week until we buy our books!" Hermione exclaimed. "And we're on the express only a few days later. The summer's been gone so quickly."
"I know, and I don't want you to leave already," her mother sighed. "Especially with what's been happening in that school so far."
"Well, we're bound to have a normal year at least once," Harry offered.
Hermione smacked his arm. "Shut it, Harry James. I just managed to convince them to not send me to Beaubatons instead."
"Er, what?" Alarmed, Harry's eyes shot to Dan. "Really?"
"Well, we did think about it," he replied, his face kind but his voice stern. "We nearly lost our daughter twice because of magical beasts in the last two years. A normal school year would be much appreciated. We told Professor McGonagall this and she swore that she and her fellow professors would do everything in their power to protect the students better. We'll see how it works out."
"Would you really leave Hogwarts?" Harry asked, heart in his throat.
"For my parents, I would," Hermione admitted. "But ... but I'd always write you letters and nag you to study, so it would be like I was still there."
"No, it wouldn't," Harry replied stubbornly and took her hand in his. "Hogwarts wouldn't be the same without you."
She smiled, obviously pleased, and shuffled closer to him. "I really don't want to leave, either."
"Then let's hope that Professor McGonagall makes good on her word and actually does something to improve the security," Emma said. Her speculative gaze rested on Harry. "On the other hand, if it gets worse, you could always leave Hogwarts and enroll in another school. Maybe all the students should do this, to bring the point home."
"Er, yeah. Maybe." Harry averted his gaze. "Uhm, do you want to see the garden? It stopped raining finally."
The Grangers were just as grateful for the opportunity to get some air as Harry and left him and Hermione alone for their little ramble.
"I'm sorry, that was some heavy stuff," Hermione said as they stood looking at the garden in front of the house. "I don't want to leave, Harry. I hope you know that." Shyly, she glanced at him, her fingers still in his hand. "It's just that I can't worry my parents. They do everything for me and I love them too much."
"That's alright," Harry replied quietly. "I understand, of course I do."
"If it ever comes to that ... you could leave as well. Maybe ... maybe even come with me?"
Harry couldn't hide his little flinch from her. "I would, if I could. I mean, who wants to be a target for Voldemort, anyway?"
"There's a but in there, somewhere," Hermione said with thoughtfully narrowed eyes. "What is it, Harry?"
He didn't want to tell her, didn't want to worry her, but she was here and she was so lovely in her concern for him, and Harry was tired of trying to keep everything to himself.
"Did you know that Professor Dumbledore is my magical guardian?" Harry asked.
Hermione looked perplexed. "What? How? Professor McGonagall is mine, she arranged it with my parents. They signed a contract and everything. She said she does that for all the muggle-born students, it's part of her job as Hogwarts' Deputy Headmistress."
"I didn't get a contract," Harry continued, not bothering to hide his bitterness about it. "You see, I could have had a godfather all this time. We could have lived together and I'd have known about ..." He gesticulated helplessly. "The wizarding world. Voldemort. Everything."
"Why couldn't you?" Hermione gripped his hand tighter.
"My godfather is Sirius Black," Harry told her, lips pressing together when she blanched. "Yeah, that's why Dumbledore appointed himself as my guardian."
"And he left you with the Dursleys?" she shrieked. "Those horrible people! Did he even check up on you?"
"Not that I know of. Even if he did, obviously nothing changed," Harry mumbled. "He says I'm safest there, what with Voldemort around, so he would never let me leave Hogwarts. I'd have to run, but I don't want to do that. I like having friends."
Hermione gave up Harry's hand to embrace him. "This is terrible. I can't believe Dumbledore of all people left you to rot with your relatives! There must be something you can do about it!"
"I'll try." Harry snaked his arms around her shoulders in a bid to calm her down. "Until then, I'll just have to make sure that Hogwarts is safe for you."
"It's not your job," Hermione fumed. Her hair was especially fluffy in her fury and smelled faintly of ozone.
"Someone's got to do it, and we know already that we can't always rely on the grown-ups," Harry said with a wry little grin. "I'll do extra work in Defence against the Dark Arts, and if you want, you can teach me how to fight muggle style. Then we're already two against whatever will be after us this year."
"I'll teach you so hard, Harry James," she huffed into his neck. "Under one condition, though: you have to punch Dumbledore in the throat! That terrible old git deserves it! The Dursleys, urgh!"
The image was so funny that Harry couldn't help but laugh, causing Hermione to relax a little. "As soon as the opportunity presents itself," he promised.
"Then it's a deal." The tension left her shoulders and she leaned fully against Harry, tucking her face into his neck even though she was a bit taller than him.
Harry couldn't believe how good she felt. It wasn't just her body, although what little of it he was allowed to touch certainly felt great. No, it was her whole presence that made him giddy and ridiculously happy, unfortunate conversation topic aside.
And she smells so good, Harry thought, guiltily inhaling the sweet scent of her hair and skin. I wonder if she'd let me buy her an ice cream next week.
Figuring that he had little to lose, Harry wrapped her more tightly in his arms. As a light rain started to fall, it seemed like the right thing to do ... and her slight curves against his chest were certainly a fantastic reward. What looking at her in a bikini hadn't quite managed, her closeness did effortlessly. His heart thumped in his chest and he was almost certain that hers was beating a little faster, too.
"I'd like to go out with you, on a real date," he said quietly. Her soft gasp encouraged him enough to add, "We could eat ice cream at Fortesque's, or have lunch somewhere."
"Yes," she whispered. "That would be nice."
Blinking, Harry couldn't believe his luck. "Wow. I'm, uh, rather happy right now." Said happiness was surging all through him, in fact, and choking him up a little.
Hermione laughed quietly. "Me, too. I feel a little silly."
A little later, when Dobby had brought them all back to Gringotts, Emma and Dan were smiling when Hermione informed them that she wanted to spend an hour or so alone with Harry on Saturday.
"We'll find something to do," Dan said. "Just be careful and don't run off too far."
"Dobby will watch over us," Harry said, earning an excited little dance from his friend. "He's the best."
"Yes, he is," Emma agreed and smiled at the elf. "He'll also know when to remind you of your surroundings, right?"
"Mom!" Hermione blushed fiercely. "We won't snog in Diagon Alley."
"I'm sorry, lad," Dan said with a deep sigh and a pat on Harry's back, which had both his wife and daughter exclaiming in indignation.
Harry could only smile, and even though he was sad to have to let the Grangers go so soon, he had plenty to look forward to.
"Bye, Harry," Hermione said under the watchful eyes of her parents and one curious goblin manager and bravely kissed Harry's cheek. "See you next week!"
"See you, 'Mione," Harry replied stupidly.
Then, Dobby took the Grangers home and Harry trotted after his guide, right into his godfather's room, where he burrowed into welcoming arms and just wallowed in his overwhelming feelings.
oOo
Being home alone wasn't much fun anymore. Having done all of his homework and with the weather taking a rather brisk turn towards autumn, even his trampoline and broom couldn't capture his attention during the last week of the holidays. At least Dobby's garden was coming along nicely. The little plants valiantly fought for height and spread their small leaves to capture every available sunray. Harry enjoyed it a lot to walk along the narrow paths and check on them, greeting each new growth with enthusiasm.
"They be wanting to be good for Harry Potter sir," Dobby said. "They be liking the soil and the space."
Betty, who was working on the mushroom tree trunk, called, "Elf berry bushes be grown by Yule. Then they be sleeping until Beltane. After that, they be growing lots and lots of berries."
"That's great! I didn't know it would happen so fast. I'll have to come home for Easter to allow the garden gnomes in so they can loosen the soil." With new excitement, Harry petted the little plant in front of him. "Once the big garden is ready, your offshoots will have plenty of room to grow."
Underneath his fingers, the small leaves shivered a little.
"Harry Potter sir be looking at apple trees now," Dobby urged and tugged him across the garden. "There be one apple. It be blessing from magic."
The small, pretty fruit high up on a slender branch was innocent looking, but to Harry it symbolized everything they had worked for this summer. Dobby and Betty would be cared for, as would Sirius. This was his home now, and it would provide for all of them. He was certain of that.
"So, when will you get the chickens?" Harry wanted to know.
"Dobby still be looking for good hens," the elf said. "Dobby be thinking that five or six be enough for now."
"Maybe you could find rescue chickens," Harry said thoughtfully. "There must be chickens that aren't wanted anymore. There was an article in the newspaper once about how badly animals are treated."
"Muggles not be knowing how to do it right," Dobby muttered. A bit louder, he said, "Dobby could find chickens. They probably not be laying many eggs."
"I know." Harry shrugged. "My relatives think I'm worthless, too. Doesn't mean it's true, right? Also, we don't need many eggs, but we could offer them a nice home."
"Like Harry Potter sir did for poor Dobby and Betty," Betty said, popping up next to Harry. "Betty be liking the idea."
"See? I bet they'd be cheaper, too, or even free." Harry was distracted by Hedwig's majestic glide over the property. "Hey, where are you coming from, girl?"
Hedwig landed on a low-hanging branch and offered her leg to Harry. A small parcel had been tied to it and the magic surrounding it told them that Sirius had sent it. Dobby checked for dark spells anyway, just because he could, and then enlarged the package for Harry.
"A journal," he said a bit bemused after removing the wrapping paper. "He does know that my last experience with one wasn't very good, right?"
There was a letter to go with the journal, tucked into the pages.
Hey Pup,
Yes, I know, journals aren't really your thing, but this one is special. It's a two-way journal, meaning that we can write messages and receive them instantly. Its pages won't run out and I slapped a dozen or so security spells on it to keep nosy old men and their little spies out. I added instructions for a blood ward, so you'd best do that before we start writing in it.
I'm looking forward to hearing about your school year, hopefully a quiet one for once!
I love you, take care,
Sirius
The easy admission of his godfather's regard made Harry a little fumbly. Thankfully Betty was there to catch the precious journal for him.
"Harry Potter sir be wanting to write in new journal," she squeaked and handed it back. "Dogfather be very good to Harry Potter sir."
"Yes, he is." Harry smiled, the warmth in his chest tingling and writhing like a little happy snake. "Thanks for showing me your apple, it's lovely. I'll have to tell Sirius about it."
Both elves flushed with pleasure before popping back to their tasks. Harry went into the house, settled at the table by the garden window and read the instructions for the blood ward. It was easy enough: prick the thumb, press the blood drop into the family seal on the leather binding, and recite the incantation. Harry was done ten minutes later, proud as punch to have managed on his first try.
Opening the journal, he set the tip of his biro onto the page, only briefly wondering whether he should be using a quill and ink. In the end, he decided that it was his journal, and if he wanted to use muggle writing utensils, he could.
August 26th, 1993
Hello Sirius,
Thanks for the awesome gift! It arrived when I was visiting the garden. Dobby and Betty showed me the first apple on our new trees; I didn't think anything would grow for at least a year. It's small, but it's completely red and looks like it will taste delicious when it's ripe. Maybe I should buy a camera. It seems like a good moment to capture.
I just realized yesterday that Dobby and Betty call you my dogfather. And you called your vault the Dog Cave. What's that all about? Are you secretly a superhero? Are you Dog Man or Super Dog or something like that?
I'm looking forward to telling you about Hogwarts as well. Maybe we'll get a good teacher for Defence this year, that would be nice. I guess it would be too much to aks for Professor Binns to retire, although we're all bored to tears in his class. I wish I could take Ancient Runes and Arithmancy, but Dumbledore won't let me. Brady - Healer Williams - said that I can appeal his decision and I'll do that as soon as I have a chance to speak with Professor McGonagall. Wish me luck!
How are you doing? Are you ready to move into the cottage next week, or will you stay a little longer at Gringotts, after all? Whatever you decide, let me know so I can come and visit you before I leave for school.
Love,
Harry
Harry tried not to think too much about signing his entry that way. It seemed early to feel that way about his godfather, but if Sirius could love him as a baby, he was sure he could love him after only knowing him for a week or two.
To distract himself from these confusing thoughts, he called for Dobby and asked about buying a camera. To his immense surprise, the former owner had actually left an old model in the attic. Dobby got it for him, cleaned it up with a snap of his fingers, and helped Harry figure out how to use it. Now being stalked by Colin Creevey actually came in handy.
"Let's take a picture of the house," Harry said eagerly. "I want to show Sirius when I see him on Sunday."
Harry snapped his picture, but he also asked Dobby and Betty to pose with him for a family snapshot. At last, he photographed the small apple.
"Now we only have to find out how to develop the pictures," Harry said.
"Betty be knowing," Betty said, bouncing a little. "Betty be doing that now!"
With a flash of magic, the camera vanished from Harry's hands.
"Er, thank you!" Harry called after her.
Dobby took his hand and led him to the sofa in the living room. "Harry Potter sir be needing his rest now. It be cool outside, Dobby be starting a fire."
Snuggled in a blanket and plied with tea and bisquits, Harry flipped through the Ancient Runes textbook. It was interesting to learn about the runes that had been used in the cystern and on Healer Spleenbash's pensieve, but that was immediately forgotten when his journal flashed once, indicating a new message within.
August 26th, 1993
Hey pup,
I'm glad you like it. Your father, two other friends, and I developed the charms, so it is one of a kind. With all the security spells in place, it's hopefully a safe way to communicate. Your owl is lovely and very competent, but she could get hurt if somebody found out that you're writing to me.
I'm fine, much better than the healers thought I'd be, truth be told, so I'll move as planned. I guess it did help to meet your family again, if only in magic. I'll still miss them terribly, and be sad often, but knowing that they don't hate me for my failure ... it's everything.
What's this about the headmaster not approving your electives? I've never heard of such a thing, even if he is your magical guardian; it's good of you to appeal to the board of govenors. Tell me how it went, and raise a proper stink about it while you're at it. Involve the goblins if you must; your education is a matter of your parents' will, and as it hasn't been executed, yet, I'm sure that certain responsible people will withdraw their objections quickly, or risk having it read after all.
Anyway, such things are for me to worry about, and I'll get to the bottom of it sooner or later. You just take care to have a great day on Saturday. I wish I could come with you, Diagon Alley is always worth a trip. It's a wonder you even held out that long.
I know you asked me not to ask too many questions about your date with your Hermione, but I'd love to hear how it went. However it goes, it's an important event in your life and I'd be honoured if you shared a little of it with me.
Love,
Sirius
P.S.: Your elf friends are very observant. I'll answer that particular question in person the next time I see you.
Harry scribbled a quick acknowledgement, promising to actually answer the message in full later and vowing to get Sirius a little something from the alley to cheer him up. The little drawn picture of a black doggie wagging its tail made him smile and believe that the man was actually on the mend.
Outside, it was already getting dark, time for Dobby to serve dinner. Eating on the sofa, still huddled in his blanket, was cozy and comfortable, almost decadent. A little music would have been nice, so a radio or some kind of record player went onto Harry's shopping list. Even if he couldn't use it while he was away at school, Sirius would surely appreciate it.
oOo
Saturday dawned bright and beautiful, the temperature a little higher than on the previous days. The Grangers had cajoled him into meeting them at their home, insisting on taking him out to brunch, something Emma had to explain to him, before going on to Diagon Alley.
Dobby's pop into the Granger residence was swift and the elf remained invisible as Harry greeted Hermione and her parents.
"He's in full bodyguard mode," Harry explained when Hermione asked about his absence. "I told him that he'd be welcome to visit with you, but he doesn't want to get distracted."
"He's a terribly good friend," Dan remarked. To the invisible elf he said, "Thanks, Dobby. We appreciate your help."
The trip took a while since Dan had booked a table in a restaurant in Wimbledon. The place was nice and the buffet-style served breakfast and lunch food very good, leaving everyone full to bursting when they left a good hour later.
"No lunch for me," Hermione moaned. "It'll have to be ice cream or cake, Harry."
"Fortesque's has both," he replied, patting his stomach. "I don't think I'll need dinner, either. Thanks for the invitation, Dan."
"You're welcome, Harry," Dan chuckled.
"It's always better to shop with a full stomach," Emma said and winked at the teens in the backseat. "Although that hasn't stopped Hermione from buying her weight in books before."
She grinned. "And it won't stop me today, mum." A little shyly, she opened her hand in invitation and smiled even wider when Harry took it. "Uhm, how do we do this in the alley, Harry?"
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, we most likely will meet people from Hogwarts, and people might stare, so if it's kind of strange to hold hands for you, we could just not do it."
Harry frowned. "But that's stupid. We're on a date, and I like holding your hand. I don't care if someone from Hogwarts knows, and I care even less about other people. Unless you don't want to?"
"No. It's alright." She smiled, her eyes bright.
The last fifteen minutes of the drive they discussed choices for supplemental texts and which sweets to stockpile for the year. Or rather, Harry knew that he'd have to stockpile, since he wouldn't be able to visit Hogsmeade.
"Don't worry about it. I'll get you everything you want from the sweet store. It's called Honeydukes and is said to have a great selection of sweets," Hermione said. "The chocolate is supposed to especially good, and I've already looked up all the tooth care charms, so don't fuss, mum."
Emma raised both hands in supplication. "A deal is a deal, but don't come crying when you gain weight."
"I won't," Hermione informed her primly. "I'll teach Harry krav maga and whatever else is good in a sticky situation. That'll keep me fit."
"Me too, I hope," Harry said. "You look amazing."
Hermione flushed with pleasure. "Thank you, Harry."
Soon after, they parked and ventured toward the Leaky Cauldron. Harry stayed by Emma's side and Hermione with her father so both wouldn't have difficulty entering the old pub.
As they went through, Harry waved at the bartender but otherwise kept his head down so people wouldn't recognize him.
Hermione tapped the appropriate bricks of the wall with her wand. "It feels so good to be finally able to do magic again."
"Where do you want to go first?" Dan asked. "Should we get the robes and stuff out of the way?"
"Good idea," Hermione said. "Do you need anything, or did Dobby take care of that for you already, Harry?"
"Dobby took care of that, but I'll have a look at their gloves and scarves," Harry replied. "Maybe new boots, too. I think the expansion charms reached their limit."
"You did grow a lot this summer," Hermione agreed. "So, Gringotts first, then Madam Malkin's and the shoe shop ... and then Flourish and Blott's?"
"Sounds like a plan," Emma said, sounding almost more excited than her daughter.
Holding hands with Hermione, Harry led the Grangers through the alley. As Hermione had predicted, a lot of people stared at him and some started whispering before he had even passed them.
"I bet you a chocolate frog that this makes the headline tomorrow," Hermione muttered. "This is why I asked you, you know."
"I know, and I still don't care. And also, that's a sucker's bet, 'Mione," Harry retorted dryly. "There's Gringotts ... finally someone normal!"
The guards showed their sharp teeth as they grinned about his comment and bowed slightly. "Welcome, friend."
"Hello, nice day today!" Harry bowed back, letting Hermione and Emma enter first. "We're lucky, there's not much of a queue."
They stood in line, waiting patiently for a teller to serve them. When it was their turn, the goblin tutted at Harry.
"It's admirable that you're waiting, but it would please us if you would take your business directly to your manager, Mr. Potter. I'll inform Manager Sharptooth of your presence."
"Er, but-"
"Next!" the goblin called, leaving them no choice but to step aside and wait awkwardly.
"Someone's enjoying special treatment," Dan remarked. "Why's that?"
"The basilisk," Harry said quietly.
"Aah."
A guard came up to them and bade them to follow him. Sharptooth seemed to be only mildly surprised to see them.
"What can I help you with?" the goblin asked. "Is the money bag we sent not to your satisfaction, Mr. Potter?"
"No, everything is fine, Sharptooth. I was just accompanying the Grangers. The teller apparently thought I had business today and sent us here before we could tell him."
"Well, in that case there's no sense in wasting time. How can I help you, Mr. and Mrs. Granger?"
"We just need to make our annual exchange for our daughter's school things," Dan explained. "Two thousand pounds should do it."
Sharptooth hummed. "Your daughter has a vault with Gringotts now. If it pleases you, Mr. Potter, I could change the designation of the vault from trust vault to semi-active account. That way, Miss Granger's parents could deposit money in the vault and get a money bag for withdrawals. Your trust of 10.000 galleons would still be untouchable, of course, but Miss Granger would be able to use the interest."
"That's a great idea," Harry said. "Would you like me to do that for you? A money bag is like a debit card in the muggle world, and it's also secured against theft."
Dan nodded. "Yes, please. It'd save us some hassle. Although we'll still have to deposit cash, won't we?"
"Not necessarily. We're connected to a muggle bank and can set up a virtual account for your daughter. You would be able to transfer money through your own bank ... for a small fee, of course."
"What kind of fee?" Harry asked.
"For the amount Mr. Granger wants to deposit, no more than four percent," Sharptooth said smoothly.
"One," Harry countered.
"Three," Sharptooth growled.
"Two," Harry pressed. "And no more, with the money bag and bank account included, or I'll exchange their money for free."
Sharptooth gasped as if mortally wounded, but relented. "Two percent, with a complimentary bank account and the money bag at half price. Is that agreeable to you, Mr. and Mrs. Granger?"
"We'll take the deal," Dan said, after getting a small nod from Harry. "Thank you."
"The youngling drives a hard bargain," Sharptooth complained, "but he gained me another patron, so I'll forgive him."
Harry smiled cheekily.
Writing up the new contract took a little while as it was tailored to the Grangers' specific needs, but the signatures were done and over with soon enough. Not a moment later, the goblin messenging service spat out a piece of parchment with the banking information which Emma pocketed it with a grateful smile.
"Thank you for your help," she said. "It's a pleasure to do business with you."
Sharptooth looked decidedly smug. "Gringotts prides itself on its service. Just one more little thing before you leave ... are you, by any chance, related to a Hector Dagworth-Granger?"
Dan frowned thoughtfully. "I can't say that I've ever heard of him, but I know that there are a lot of people in my family I've never met. Why?"
"I cannot say much due to my confidentiality vows," Sharptooth replied. "Though a small inheritance test might not be amiss. The name Granger isn't very common in magical Britain."
"That's a surprise," Dan admitted."I thought we were as muggle as can be."
"Will it take long?" Emma asked with a glance at her watch. "We have quite a few things to do today."
"Not at all. It's just a drop of blood in a potion. Shall I call for the test kit?"
Dan and Emma exchanged a look, Dan then turning to Harry. "Would you do such a test, Harry?"
Harry shrugged. "Sure, why not? I had no idea at all about my family before someone told me about the wizarding world, so I'd definitely want to know. In fact ... Sharptooth, can I also do the test? Will I get a family tree out of this?"
"Yes, of course. It's ten galleons apiece," the goblin said, "if you're willing to pay for it."
"You know I am. I'll also pay for Hermione's test."
"Harry, no," she protested. "You don't have to."
"I know." Harry grinned. "But it's exciting, and I kinda like doing stuff like this with you. It's rather cloak and dagger, almost like at school, only not so dangerous. Consider it my treat for our date."
"You impossible boy," she huffed but smiled back reluctantly. "That better be the last treat for today, or I'll have a really hard time returning the favour."
Harry gripped her hand tightly. "I'll like whatever we do together. It doesn't have to cost any money, you know."
"That boy has more game than you do," Emma smirked at her husband. The messenger system spat out two phials and two rolls of parchment. "Is that the potion? It shimmers like moonstone."
"That's one of the ingredients," Sharptooth said. "Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, please come here. Prick your finger with these sanitized knives. Allow one drop to fall into your phial and then clean your knife thoroughly. Your blood should never remain behind as it could be used in ritual or other nefarious purposes."
Not a fan of pricking his skin, Harry quickly did as told, using his new wand to clean up the small smear of blood on the blade immediately. His finger, he healed with barely a thought, as the healing charm Healer Williams had taught him was so easy.
"Harry," Hermione breathed, blood running along her left index finger. "How did you do that?"
"You're still bleeding," Harry admonished and used his wand to help her. "It's just something I picked up this summer. It's not a big deal, honestly. I'll show you the book on the train ride."
Unnoticed by them both, Sharptooth gave both phials a good shake until the contents turned lilac and then poured each over a parchment.
"Listing your inheritance will take a bit," the goblin told them. "Why don't you take a seat?"
Emma and Dan sat and accepted a cup of tea, but Hermione was barely able to suppress her curiosity.
"When did you have the opportunity to practice that spell? And how did you even get the idea to learn it? The Dursleys didn't hurt you, did they?" she demanded.
"Princess, let the poor boy breathe," Dan said gently. "I take it not saying the words while using your wand is a big deal?"
"Not for adults," Sharptooth explained. "With familiarity comes ease. Mr. Potter is merely talented in this regard."
"Still, when did you manage this? I didn't do magic all summer," Hermione insisted, her voice almost begging.
"I ... I can't tell you. Yet," Harry said. "I need to figure out how to protect us both first."
"That doesn't sound ominous at all." Hermione scowled.
"Don't push, dear," her mother warned. "It's very unattractive, and it's not your place to demand answers to begin with."
"It's alright, Emma," Harry said, giving Hermione an encouraging smile. "I'd love to tell her, and you. I just shouldn't."
"I can wait," Hermione declared with a stubborn pout.
Sharptooth, who had watched the small dispute with some amusement, cleared his throat. "The potion has finished its work. Mr. Potter, I propose discussing your results later, as there is quite a bit to go over. Miss Granger, if you'd like privacy, say so now."
"Harry can stay," she said, gripping the boy's hand tightly.
"Very well. Then please have a look at this family tree. You're indeed related to Hector Dagworth-Granger through your paternal line. Your father and his siblings are what you call squibs, as were both his father and mother, interestingly enough, although your grandmother's family is of no consequence. As none of your family have magic, aside from yourself, of course, the inheritance of Hector Dagworth-Granger falls to you, Miss Granger. Congratulations."
"Er, what?" Hermione's mouth dropped open in shock. "We have a wizard in our family?"
"Your father's great-grandfather," Sharptooth confirmed. "We at Gringotts will have to read the will to find out the specifics, of course, but it's safe to say that some money will be coming your way."
"Great, then you'll have your own book budget," Dan joked. "Jesus, princess, we didn't see that coming."
"Me neither," Hermione mumbled, still in shock. "Uhm, do we read the will right now, or can we come back later?"
"Let's do it now," Emma said. "I'm so curious right now, it's killing me."
"Yes, let's," Dan agreed. "I know nothing about the man; I barely knew my grandfather. He had several mistresses and wasn't popular with any of his children."
"If you want to leave, you can," Hermione said to Harry. "I really didn't think the day would turn out like this."
"I don't think it was an accident," Harry replied, unconcerned. "Sharptooth has been in your company a few times now, I think he might've just waited for an opportunity. Goblins are clever like that."
"Thank you, youngling," Sharptooth said smugly. "It's a gift."
"You just want the gold in that vault back in circulation." Harry grinned. "Chances are good that all of it will be going through Flourish and Blott's."
"I sincerely doubt that, as there are far superior bookstores in the world." Sharptooth caught yet another roll of parchment from his messenger system. "Are you ready?" Getting the affirmation from the Grangers, he broke the seal on the scroll. "Herewith the reading of the will of Hector Dagworth-Granger begins:
January 13th, 1934
I, Hector Dagworth-Granger, sound in mind but not in body, leave all my wordly goods in equal parts to my magical progeny, irrespective of blood status or sex. As I wasn't blessed with magical children of my own, it is my hope that my grandchildren or their children will give new life to my legacy.
To support their education, I have sold everything bar my most precious books, which are entailed to the Dagworth-Granger estate. If the sprogs are anything like myself, they'll need to be challenged continuously, as I was told all my life that my brain is bigger than any other part of me. To ensure such, the money is strictly bound to the magical heirs. Non-magical relatives shall have no access to the funds.
To my living squib descendants, I leave a thousand galleons each to do with as they please. I never was a good father or grandfather to them and won't pretend to be better in death, but this little gift will hopefully help them over any lingering resentment.
The opening of vaults for my heirs and the distribution of the bequeathments in the muggle world have already been arranged with Gringotts. All that remains to be said is adieu, and always be curious about this magical world we live in."
"Hermione is the sole heir?" Dan asked doubtfully. "I have two brothers, one of which I'm not talking to, and one sister, so surely that's not possible. Nevermind all the cousins."
Sharptooth answered patiently, "The potion is never wrong. Your daughter inherits all."
Dan swallowed, sitting back with slumped shoulders. "Holy crap. How much money has old Hector left her?"
"It's not a huge bequeathment," Sharptooth said delicately, "but as of today her worth has increased to 748.385 galleons, 8 sickles and 3 knuts. 10.000 of those galleons of course being a gift from Mr. Potter here."
"Oh my." Emma looked gobsmacked. "That translates to a lot of books."
"And tutors, and tutoring holidays abroad," Dan whispered. "She can have it all."
"Can I really not give my parents some of the money?" Hermione asked sadly. "They spent so much money on me, it doesn't seem right."
"No, darling, you musn't think like that." Emma knelt next to Hermione's chair and grabbed her free hand. "It's our privilege to see you flourish. Will it be easier on us, now that you've got money to burn for studying? Of course it will be. But that doesn't mean that we want or need the money back we've already invested in you. What we don't spend on books, we can spend on holidays together."
"Or on yourself," Hermione said in a small voice. "I know that you've held back for my sake."
"Of course, sweetie." Emma rose and kissed her daugther's forehead. "Let's finish here so we can get your things."
Sharptooth efficiently coached Hermione through claiming her inheritance, explained how Gringotts was able to know that she spent the money according to Hector Dagworth-Granger's wishes, and recommended tutoring in financial management. Her insistence on paying for Hogwarts going forward was well received by the goblin, and Harry spied her parents sharing a pleased smile. All in all, the whole thing took a little more than an hour from their day.
"Your inheritance is a matter of public record," Sharptooth told them once everything was dealt with. "There will be a small notation in all magical newspapers that the Dagworth-Granger family line is once more active. I say this so you'll be prepared for letters of supplication or even outright demands. There will be those who'll want to contest the will; send those individuals to Gringotts. Applications for the funding of business ventures should be summarily dismissed as the money can only ever be used for your own educational pursuits."
"Thank you, we'll keep that in mind," Emma said.
"I feel like my head is about to explode," Hermione confessed as they finally left the bank. With a little distance between her and Harry and her parents, she added, "I knew that we have a rather large family, but learning that we're actually a family of squibs ... it's so strange. I can't imagine how my dad must be feeling right now."
"Maybe he's a little sad that he didn't know about this sooner, but he doesn't seem the sort to suddenly want what he never had anyway," Harry consoled her. "Except he's got a thousand galleons extra. That's pretty great!"
"It is," Hermione agreed, frown easing a little. "I hope they'll go and have a fancy dinner somewhere, or go away for a couple of days. They deserve it so much."
"They'll save a whole lot of money just from not paying the tuiton for Hogwarts." Harry bumped her shoulder with his. "They're happy for you."
"I should've taken Hector's journals at least," she murmured. "I've never heard of him, but he had a lot of money and that probably means he was of some consequence."
"Don't worry about it. You can get them anytime." Harry steered them to Madam Malkin's, as Hermione was still far too befuddled to notice much of her environment. "Let's get our shopping out of the way. If you want them, we can get them before you go home. Is that a deal?"
"That's a very thoughtful deal." Hermione sighed. "I'm sorry for being such a ninny."
"Nah, it's alright. I still have to find out about my inheritance test, so who knows what kind of wreck I'll be." They reached Madam Malkin's shop and Harry held the door for her. "Here we are."
He browsed the selection of gloves and hats while Hermione was being measured behind a privacy screen. Emma chose a pretty silk scarf and Dan found a bowtie for their outing to the opera. The shop assistant watched them all with shrewd eyes but rang up their purchases without saying anything, not even to Harry.
Finding a pair of sturdy boots in the shoe shop led to buying another pair of half shoes for the warmer months at half price because the owner wanted to do The-Boy-Who-Lived a favour. He wouldn't be swayed no matter how much Harry protested, and in the end Dan decided to accept the kind offer in his stead so they could move along.
"Before we go to Flourish and Blotts, I'd like to go to the trunk store," Harry said, pointing at said store. "I need a new book bag."
"Good idea," Hermione agreed. "Maybe one that's a lot larger on the inside, and nearly weightless."
They entered the store and peppered the amused owner with questions. Only ten minutes later, they were both proud owners of new leather carrier bags that had been spelled to capacity for storage, order, and weightlessness.
"I can put a small library in there," Hermione gushed, showing her mother the pretty turquoise lining inside her bag. "And all of my homework! Isn't it great?"
"Very great," Emma laughed. "One like that would make a fantastic birthday present for your favourite mother."
"I know." Grinning, Hermione kissed her on the cheek. "Too bad your birthday is still five months away."
"It's not nice to tease," Dan said, kissing his wife on the other cheek. "Now, I know that you wanted to go to Flourish and Blott's next, but let's make a small detour."
Hermione's parents led the way to the Magical Menagerie, where they told their daughter that it was time to get a pet.
"Maybe it'll be an owl, but whatever animal catches your fancy will be fine," Emma promised. "It's our birthday present to you, if you want it."
Hermione, who was already pressing her face to the show window, squeaked, "I want!"
Dashing inside, she made a straight line to the counter, where a huge orange ball of fluff was sitting and staring at her intently.
"Oh, careful, young lady," the lady behind the counter said. "He's a half-kneazle, a magical type of cat, and doesn't suffer us humans easily."
"I've seen him last summer but couldn't buy him. He's gorgeous," Hermione cooed, holding out her hand for the kneazle to sniff. "What's his name?"
"He hasn't got one, yet," the lady replied. "Do you want him?"
"I'd rather know whether he wants me." Hermione, not having been bitten or scratched, stepped a little closer. "Can I pet you, cat?"
The thing purred and closed his yellow eyes.
Hermione buried her fingers in the fluffy fur, causing the purr to become louder and louder with each rumble. "You're lovely. Do you want to come with me to Hogwarts? There's a lot of land for you to roam. You look like you need your alone time."
The cat practically head-butted Hermione with pleasure.
Dan smiled crookedly as he paid for the kneazle, a carrier and a bit of food. "You sure know how to pick them, princess."
"Yeah, that's a lot of cat to carry around," Harry remarked, watching the kneazle through the bars of its carrier.
"I'm strong," she answered, unconcerned.
"And I'll spell the carrier weightless for her," the sales lady laughed. "It should hold up until well after your train ride to Hogwarts, dear."
"Good idea." Harry grinned. "He seems to like you a lot. What will you call him?"
"His name is Crookshanks, because he has adorable bow legs." Hermione beamed. "He's got so much character! I can't wait to show him off."
"I can already see Lavender and Pavarti putting little bows in his tail." Harry snickered. "Poor little guy."
Crookshanks hissed loudly.
"Don't scare him, Harry James," Hermione scolded him. "Pavarti and Lavender aren't so bad."
Bickering, they slowly made their way to Flourish and Blott's. Mr. Blott was behind the counter, breaking out in a huge smile when he saw Hermione.
"Miss Granger! Long time no see. Is that your new pet? O-ho! That's an impressive kneazle tom you have here! Such a handsome boy."
"Isn't he just great?" Hermione asked. "May I please leave him here while we're looking around?"
"Of course, my dear." Mr. Blott put the carrier onto the counter so Crookshanks could watch his new mistress as she wandered through the store. "I've got your third year books already here."
"Er, about that ... what do I have to do to read the Monster Book Of Monsters?" Harry asked. "Mine tried to eat me and then hid under my dresser. It's still there, but, well, we're leaving for Hogwarts soon."
"Not an uncommon problem," Mr. Blott sighed. "That book is something else. To open it, you'll have to pet it first. Just a few pats to the cover or a little rub of its spine should do it. Look, like this." And he produced the bound book from Hermione's stack, demonstrating with a couple of pats. "Other than this foolishness, it's actually a good book about the subject and well worth the money. By the way, we finally got the third volume of Transfiguration For Apprentices."
"Oh, just go," Emma sighed and Hermione darted off, eyes aglow with happiness and one hand firmly on her new money bag.
Harry wondered if Hermione would see herself surrounded by books in the Mirror of Erised, maybe with Crookshanks on her lap. The thought made him smile.
"What about you, Harry?" Dan asked. "Do you need any books?"
"Dobby got them for me already," Harry admitted. "And he'll pop over and get more if I need them. But it's always great to just look."
"Then don't let me stop you. Let's meet here in an hour, that should be enough time for the ladies to go crazy."
Harry agreed and meandered off to look for books about defence and wizarding fighting. To his surprise and joy there was a book about hit wizards and their training in the bargain bin, and another about martial broom fighting of all things in the specialized section for obscure topics. To round out his selection, he picked up several more books about healing charms, personal hygiene, and Magical Herbst and Funghi, Vol. 2, so he could help his elf friends indentify the stranger plants on Potter's Field, and possibly even find out how to clear them away. The last but perhaps most interesting find was a book named The Art Of Secrecy.
An hour later, he met the Grangers at the counter and goggled at the amount of books Hermione had chosen.
"Yes, I know, but a year is long and those are all topics I'm interested in," Hermione said defensively.
"Even magical law?" Harry asked. He thumbed through one of the books. "It's brutally dry reading, 'Mione."
"Muggle law is just as uninspiring. That doesn't mean it's not useful to know how it works. What have you found, Harry?"
Harry showed her his selections and earned an incredulous look for the martial broom fight book.
"That's one of the most insane things I've ever seen," Hermione said after flipping through the pages. "Those moving pictures are crazy! You'll break your neck."
"Yeah, I should do this with an instructor, but some of the beginner moves are easy enough to try by myself," Harry replied, looking at a man that was shooting along just above the ground, only to jump off, grab the broom and use it like a fighting staff against an attacker. After disabling him, the man jumped back on the broom and raced away. The whole thing was over in five or six seconds. "Isn't this epically cool?"
"It's epically easy to get yourself killed," Hermione countered, with reluctant amazement tingeing her voice. "Where did you even find this?"
"Specialized section. There's a lot of crazy stuff in there."
Mr. Blott politely interrupted them so Hermione could pay for her purchases. The amount of galleons would have been staggering just an hour earlier, but neither Hermione nor Mr. Blott even batted an eyelid as Hermione withdrew the small mountain of gold from her bag.
"It's always a pleasure to have you come visit," Mr. Blott said sincerely. "And please remember our owl order service. I've included our catalogue, but feel free to ask if you're looking for something that's not listed."
"I will, thank you, Mr. Blott." Hermione smiled sweetly.
Harry quickly paid, stuffed his books into his new bag and helped push Hermione out of the shop.
"It's always the same ... a dagger through my heart," Dan lamented. "Once in there, I, her own father, cease to exist. Mr. Flourish and Mr. Blott become her heroes, and her poor mother! Not a thought is left for her."
"It's not that bad," Hermione mumbled, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Look, there's Fortesque's Ice Cream Parlour. Believe it or not, but I could actually eat."
Harry didn't have the heart to tease her, unlike her parents. Throwing both adults a speaking look, he followed Hermione through the store and to a little table in the prettily decorated backyard seating area. A little chastised, Dan and Emma chose the furthest table from them to give them some space.
"They're terrible. I take back every nice thing I have said about them today," Hermione groaned, hiding her face in her hands.
"No, you don't." Harry grinned.
Mr. Fortesque personally approached and handed them menues. "How may I help you?" he asked, eyes wandering from Harry to Hermione and back. "Or, if I may be so bold and recommend our Couple Cup to you?"
"The Couple Cup?" Harry blushed. "Er, what's in it?"
Mr. Fortesque explained that each of them could choose six half scoops of ice cream, several toppings and different sauces.
"That doesn't sound very lovey-dovey," Hermione remarked. "Don't couples usually do everything together?"
"Hm, I can't say they do," Mr. Fortesque replied with a wink. "You see, sharing something doesn't mean that you have to compromise ... at least not in my parlour! I have sixty kinds of ice cream to choose from, how boring would it be to share only two or three? No, you young people pick out whatever you like and let the other experience what you like about your choices."
"I think it's great. Should we take the Couple Cup, 'Mione?" Harry asked hopefully.
Hermione blushed and looked searchingly at him. "If you're sure?"
Harry knew that he was somewhat socially unaware, but he still knew that something was changing between them right there, and that his answer meant a lot to the girl across from him. If he interpreted her reaction right, she really wanted ...
"Yes," he said in as firm a voice as he could manage. "Very sure."
Mr. Fortesque beamed and took their order.
Harry, not beaming any less, took Hermione's slightly sweaty hand in his as soon as he was gone. "This summer has been so awesome."
"You think so?" she asked, shy but radiant.
"I like you a lot," Harry said honestly. "I just hope I won't mess this up."
"You'd have to do a Ronald to manage that," Hermione informed him with a raised eyebrow and they both laughed a little. "No, really. I like you, too, and, and ..." She paused, a little flustered. "I am your girlfriend now, right?"
"Yes. As long as you'll have me, really, because I can't imagine liking anyone as much as I like you."
"Oh."
They stared at each other in wonder, barely noticing Mr. Fortesque's return with their ice cream and two complimentary cups of white coffee.
"Enjoy," the older gentleman said with an indulgent smile, and that was exactly what Harry and Hermione did.