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Hermione Granger Weasley. 50 | Department of Magical Law Enforcement head. former Gryffindor.

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“You’re not. You actually look pretty put together actually. Could be allergies,” he smirked, reaching up to wipe a tear she missed. “But I know you, so yeah. You are that obvious.” Harry realized his hand was lingering against her cheek so he dropped it. He watched her put the gowns down, his arms instinctively coming up to wrap around her when she rested her head against him. “Reese is still your baby, regardless of how old or how many kids he has. I get it. I was actually a wreck myself when Ted got married. Ask Nev.” Harry pulled back a little and kissed her forehead. “Pull yourself together, though.” He gave her a teasing look, “You have me in here for a limited time before I start bitching about how you should have had a girl best friend.”

Stress was starting to seem like part of her personality at this point, but a simple embrace from her best friend always seemed to set her right. “I know, I know,” she nodded. “Still doesn’t make it any easier,” Hermione narrowed her eyes at him after that comment, briefly turning to a mirror to smooth out her curls--feigning putting herself together--before looking back at the dress choices before them. “What, was that ‘limited time’ five seconds? Because you barely made it,” she smirked, poking Harry in the shoulder as she brushed past him towards the gowns. “See, that’s just your fault for being trust worthy. You know I love Luna to death, but her and my idea of fashion are on opposite spectrums.” Hermione held up a dress in front of her, comparing it against the other in the mirror. “You’re not the greatest liars, hence why you're the only one I trust to not let me leave the house looking--” she paused, taking another gaze up at her frizzy hair, “well, how I look today.”

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“Hey. Sorry, I’m late,” he explained as he walked inside. Harry placed his suit jacket, that had been draped over his left arm, on the back of one of the chairs by the mirror. He walked over to her and kissed the side of her head. “I got caught up in a meeting.” Harry was about to say something else, but stopped when he pulled back and saw the expression on her face. “Have you been crying again?” He dropped his hands to rest at her waist. “Is this an I’m stressed cry or my son is getting married cry?” Harry bit back a smirk, fighting hard to control it. “Hermione. He already has two kids, darling. It’ll be okay.”

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Hermione's attention was drawn from the gowns in her arms to the front of the shop as the bell jingled when Harry walked in. She tried to take the brief moment before he met up with her to wipe the tear stains off her cheeks, but it was no use; her expression must have said it all. “Am I that obvious?” she set the gowns on the chair beside them and sighed, lowering her head to rest on his shoulder. “Oh, at this point I don’t even know anymore, Harry,” Hermione let out a short laugh, knowing full well how emotional wasn’t really her normal look. “Give me a world to save? Got it. Cool, calm, collected. But my babies growing up? Just turns me into an absolute bloody wreck.”

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Merry Christmas, Hermione.

Merry Christmas, Harry.

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“Okay, Elsa.” Harry immediately pulled a face. “I said it and I instantly regretted it - God, I cannot believe I referenced that demonic snowman movie.” At the mention of the remaining third of their trio, Harry looked towards the crowd, but didn’t see Ron. “I don’t know,” Harry dropped his gaze to meet Hermione’s again. “Did you check by all the food stands?” He smirked and moved his coat around her shoulders. “I’m sure he’ll eventually make his way inside once he realizes we’re both gone.” Harry nodded as they started towards the castle. “But yeah, I’m tired of talking to people.” That wasn’t the full reason, but he knew she already knew that. “Am I that obvious?”

Hermione snorted, raising her hands to cover her mouth. “Honestly Harry, who knew forty years ago you’d be the one quoting Disney movies. See, now that’s called character development,” she added with a twitch of her brow. She glanced over her shoulder for a flash of red hair among the crowd, smiling to herself as she quickly realized how useless it was to look for him when practically a third of the Wizarding community were now, in fact, part-Weasley.

“Oh, you’re probably right,” she settled, already feeling the warmth of the charm Harry’d cast growing upon her cheeks. “Not so much obvious; more of you and I were thinking the exact same thing,” she smirked and took Harry’s arm, following the path from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts like she knew it by heart--almost as much as she did the man beside her. “Tonight I just want to turn it off. No more press, no more questions.” Hermione paused and gave him a look, the faintest of smiles, knowing that--of all people--Harry would more than understand. “Spend time with the people I love.” 

Her cheeks grew warmer, though this time whether it was the butterbeers, the charm, or something else she wasn’t so sure, and Hermione wasn’t exactly fond of not being sure of things. "Ah, there she is,” she smiled, welcoming the distraction; the lights floating about the castle grounds now visible through the winter haze. “It still feels like home, doesn’t it, Harry?”

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“Now, that’s a Christmas tree,” she smiled as she entered the room, taking in the grandiosity of the tree before her. “Remind me, how did you get put in charge of finding the tree this year? Don’t get me wrong, dear, its impressive--but we might need a bigger house!”

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“We spent how long in that tent that winter, little miss brightest witch of her age?” Harry teased as he walked over to her, smirking as he cast a warming charm around them. “You think you’d know how to handle this. You look frozen.” He tucked his wand into his coat pocket and wrapped his arm around her, bringing her closer against him. “I was going to head to the castle if you want to come with me.”

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“I can handle the cold just fine, thank you very much,” she smiled, already a few butterbeers in, lightly elbowing Harry in the side as his arm found its way around her. It had been a rough year, but Hermione was determined to take the night off and enjoy herself. It was Christmas, after all. “Ronald was supposed to bring me my coat, but as per usual, I can’t find him anywhere,” she continued, a slight tone of irritation present in her voice before nodding and turning to look up at Harry. “Need to get away? I’m surprised to see so many people here tonight.”

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When it came to public appearances of any kind, no matter how big or small, Harry typically kept it quiet. He didn’t like the fuss that usually came with it. Harry’d been turning down appearance requests left and right since tensions had been higher, but when he got one from the children’s ward at St. Mungo’s, agreeing to it was an almost immediate yes. Harry was in the middle of talking with a little girl, not too much older than Iris, when someone else walked into the room. “Hey,” he looked up at Hermione from where he was sitting at the kids-sized table, helping her color a unicorn. “Perfect timing. We were just talking about you.”

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“Now, don’t forget to make some room; I’ll be back same time on Tuesday with more,” Hermione smiled at the nurse behind the desk as she sat the last box of toy drive donations on the counter. She’d been so preoccupied unloading boxes from her car it wasn’t until now that she heard a familiar laugh carry across the hall. “Hey yourself,” she replied having leaned herself against the doorframe to admire the sight. “Mm, I thought my ears were ringing,” she quirked a brow as she walked forward, taking a seat on the opposite side of Harry and his little partner. Hermione smiled at the girl and nodded up at the crown on Harry’s head. “The tiara’s a good look for you. Quite fitting, actually.”

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“I am,” he agreed, pouting up at the ceiling, before furrowing his brow. “Voldemort always tried to kill me sometime around May, did you notice that? At least he had the courtesy to let me take my exams, I guess.” He made a noise when she pushed his feet off and made a dramatic move of pushing himself up to sit normally. “Of course I was kidding. You’d miss me too much.” Harry looked up at her, the amusement fading. He got up and walked over to her, leaning down a bit to press a kiss to her cheek. “I promise I was kidding, okay? I’m not going to do the shut down, flee to another country thing again or anything like that.” Harry sat down on the edge of her desk and sighed, before groaning and dropping his head forward to rest against her. “I guess it just took me thirty years to question myself on why I’m still doing this when I’ve been doing this since I was 11.”

“One could argue that even evil knew the importance of education,” she laughed to herself before the conversation took a more serious turn. “Please don’t,” she sighed, wrapping her arms around him and resting her chin atop Harry’s head. Hermione remembered all too well the years in which her best friend took off to the States after the War, having spent the better part of it worrying about him and wishing he’d asked her to come with. She understood why he did what he did, she probably would’ve done the same if she were in his shoes, but that didn’t make it easier without him, especially not after all they’d been through together. “Because you’re brave,” she began, “you’re the strongest person I know, Harry. And honestly, the only person I trust--really, the only one a lot of people trust--to do anything the right way.”

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“With all due respect, Hermione - that felt weird - we have a political coup to stage. I don’t have time for pleasantries. Hi, hello, lovely to see you and all that.” Draco strode to the offered chair and slumped down in it. He slung one leg over the arm of the chair, getting himself comfortable. “Look, if I have to do the prison changed me spiel every time I see someone new since getting out, it really cuts into the conversation time. I haven’t changed that much. I still think you married way below yourself.” He raised a brow, to say, ‘see?’ “I just told you how we’re going to do it. I have my lawyer - your brilliant son - working on a case to shake things up a little. I’ll get my job back, you’ll run for Minister - once it’s proven that she’s incompetent. Potter will keep being Potter and we’ll weed our way through the departments.” He paused for a moment, turning serious. “Look, I’m terrible at this whole sorry thing and you’ll rarely hear me say it but, I was wrong. We all were. Blood doesn’t mean shit. My blood looked just the same as theirs - and trust me, they liked to make me bleed in Azkaban.” He screwed up his nose. “If anything, muggleborns and half-bloods have the upper-hand. It’s hard to keep the blood ‘pure’ and powerful when you’re marrying distant cousins to do so.” He held out the back of his hand, pretending to examine his nails. “So can we get back to figuring how we’re going to take over?”

Hermione watched the other as he spoke fervently; it was obvious enough that Draco felt strongly about this and she had a feeling that he wasn’t going to back down easily. That, she knew, hadn’t changed much either and probably never would. Despite her best attempt to hide it, a visible expression of shock appeared on her face as the apology left his lips, her brow furrowing as he relayed the details from his time in prison. The two might not have had the best history, but Hermione didn’t want to see him continue to suffer for other people’s actions. 

“Well,” she blinked a few times, taking in a deep breath as she mulled over Draco’s proposal. Hermione gave him a warm smile before continuing, “You seem to have really thought this through, haven’t you?” Truth be told, so had she. Being the Minister was honestly something Hermione had dreamed about since she realized how incompetent their leaders were when she was a child, but was the timing right? “I just worry that that would be too much too soon, Draco,” she let out a sigh. “Like I said, I don’t disagree with you in the slightest,” which, now, was weird for her to say, “but the Ministry has already been through the wringer this year; is it smart to cause more chaos when the people already have so little faith in their government?”

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“No. You said I had fifteen minutes,” Harry started when he heard her office door open from where he was laying on the couch in her office. He picked up his phone to see that he’d been hiding out in her office for over an hour and let out a breath. “I can’t go back over there, okay? Between those interns going Mr. Potter every five fucking minutes to stupid reporters bothering me about Malfoy being let out, I can’t do it. I’ll die.” He paused at that and looked at her. “I could fake my own death.”

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She opened her mouth to argue, promptly closing it when Harry corrected himself. “Well, you are overdue for your yearly death scare,” she snorted, playing along as she pulled off her coat and hung it by the door. “People will more than likely believe it.” Hermione made her way to her chair behind her desk, pushing her friend’s feet off the the couch where he lay before noticing the expression on his face. “Wait. Harry. Tell me you’re not serious.”

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hermione: if i absorb all the world's knowledge i can ascend to godhood. fear me, mortals

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“I need you to run for Minister and be successful.” Draco said, barely knocking on the door as he entered Hermione’s office. “It’s either you or me, and let’s be honest - you’d do a better job. I need to have my position as Chief Warlock reinstated, and with Potter already in the Head Auror position, we’ll get rid of the corruption from the inside out. We also need to figure out what I’m going to call you because you’re not simply Granger anymore and Granger Weasley is a ridiculous mouthful. I also wouldn’t call you Weasley - you’re better than that.”

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Hermione half expected to see best friend bursting through her office door as he usually did, only lifting her head from her book when she noticed the blond standing before her instead. “Oh, it’s just wonderful to see you too, Malfoy,” she raised a brow, her voice dripping with a playful sarcasm as she nodded towards the seat opposite her desk. “I would say that it’s also nice to see Azkaban didn’t change you all that much, however I could’ve sworn I just heard--not one--but two compliments come out of your mouth, though I’m not quite sure how I should feel about that last one. We’ve known each other long enough; just Hermione will do, you know.” She smiled and leaned back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest as she thought over his words. “And how do you propose we do that? While I don’t disagree, an entire government coup isn’t that easy--at least not through the proper channels.” 

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The last person Neville had expected to see at the door to his office was Hermione. Since school had been back in session, and the month leading up to it, he had been undeniably busy with preparations, as per usual, so seeing his friends had been difficult. A smile crossed his face as he placed his pen down before he stood up and crossed the office to wrap his arms around her. “I always have time for you, darling. How have you been?”

“It’s been too long, hasn’t it?” Hermione walked happily into the office, pressing a kiss to her friend’s cheek before pulling away from his embrace. “Besides the world ending? Again?” She laughed with an exasperated undertone. She looked about the room and took in a deep breath. Their times at Hogwarts were definitely not easy or simple, but Hermione couldn’t help but miss the castle. “Gosh, I love how this place never changes. Still smells the same, even.” She sighed, returning her attention to Neville. “I’m well, all things considered. Tired. But my family keeps growing and I can’t really complain about that.” She smiled. “And you? How are Luna and the family doing?”

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—- “Not super busy, there hasn’t been any emergency calls for the last couple of hours.” Rose took a peek at her phone for the time to make sure she had been right, that it had been a few hours since she had been called for her on-call shift. “Just making potions that I don’t really trust any of the potioneers to make,” she added with a snort and turned her attention back to her mother. Her brow furrowed for a moment and she shrugged, “what did you have in mind?”

“I will admit this was kind of a last minute decision; haven’t gotten that far in the planning process,” Hermione laughed, only realizing how out of character that sounded for her once she said the words out loud. Maybe it was because they were too similar, she didn’t know, but her relationship with her daughter never seemed to come as easily as it did with her boys. With all of the uncertainty in their world around them, Hermione was itching to work on that. “Early supper, maybe? I’ve seen a lot of Reese since the twins arrived, but not nearly enough of my Rose.” 

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Harry just looked at her for a moment, before deadpanning. “You would.” He tilted his head, having expected some kind of lecture from her. She’d been his best friend since he was 11, after all. Harry recognized that look. “Well, love. No one told you that you had to be my personal public relations agent - or babysitter, mind you. You took that job all on your own.” Harry furrowed his brow and leaned forward to look at the stack of newspapers. “So maybe calling the Minister a condescending bitch wasn’t the best thing in the world.” Unfazed, he leaned back in his seat. “But I’m not wrong.” Harry met her gaze. “Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll call up a press conference the second I walk out of here to apologize. I’m not because I’m not wrong. She is a condescending bitch. And a psychopath. As I also stated,” he gestured to the other newspaper with that headline, wincing slightly. Harry paused, “It’s been brought to my attention that I might need someone to handle the PR stuff, okay? I’m somewhat considering it.”

“Well, someone has to keep you out of trouble,” she stopped to correct herself, smiling. “Or at least try to, since Merlin knows you never have.” Hermione sat back down behind her desk, leaning back in her seat and folding both arms across her chest as she listened to Harry’s defense. She threw her hands up in the air with a shake of her head, letting them fall defeatedly back down onto her desk. “No, no, you’re not wrong - unfortunately,” the woman relented with a heavy sigh, the last word uttered under her breath. “But saying that she’s--” she paused, putting on her glasses before reciting the words in her best Harry Potter voice, “’the reason God created the middle finger,’” Hermione couldn’t help but let a small laugh escape her lips before she continued, “--isn’t going to make her better at her job, Harry. She leaned back in her seat, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Although, I do suppose I appreciate the comic relief when everything else in the papers has been so...” her brows rose as she shook her head, letting her sentence fade off there.