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Summary: Futurefic, Hermione POV. Hermione reflects on a life full of love, sorrows, joys, and hope.
Thankyou: A huge thank you goes to Debbie for her beta and her support and encouragement. Without her, these monologues would never have seen the light of day.
There are no words that can even begin to describe how happy I am at this time in my life.
Three blissful months ago, I took on the role I cherish most - that of Mrs. Harry Potter.
We kept the wedding a small, quiet affair with only our nearest and dearest in attendance. One of the drawbacks of marrying The Boy Who Lived meant that we had to deal with the media. Several agencies offered us ridiculous sums of money to allow them to take photos, but we refused them all. We decided, however, to release one photo to the wizarding world, because there were those who were genuine in their congratulations for our happiness, and it wasn't fair that they should miss out in sharing our joy. Of course, I'm thoroughly sick of the sight of that picture now - I don't think there's been a wizard newspaper or magazine that it hasn't appeared in.
Harry wanted to organise the honeymoon, and he wouldn't tell me where we were going until we left for it. It was the most wonderful month of my life. He arranged for us to have an entire tropical island to ourselves, secluded away from the world. The only contact we had was each other. All food was replenished and all laundry done when we arrived back at the bungalow each night. I never figured out how, and I didn't ask. Harry made sure to keep me busy so I wouldn't ask too many questions.
I didn't think it would ever be this possible to love someone as deeply as I do my husband. My husband. I'm still getting used to referring to Harry in that manner; his face lights up in a goofy grin whenever he introduces me as his wife. He does it whenever he can, and it makes me smile.
It still feels like we're on our honeymoon - I think we will be for the rest of our lives. Harry constantly surprises me with flowers and small gifts. He packed my lunch the other day, and when I opened it, he'd put a note on top, telling me he loves me.
I have to admit, at first I was unsure of exactly how he felt about me. When we left school, it seemed as though he was often on the verge of saying something, but he would always change the subject, so I never knew what he wanted to say. My heart immediately caught in my throat each time it happened. Was it possible that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way about me that I did about him? I lived for three long years in silence; afraid to ruin the friendship we had, not brave enough to take the step. But on my 19th birthday he gave me a letter, in which he poured out his heart and admitted he loved me.
I was on cloud nine for days afterwards. I wasted no time in telling him that the feeling was very mutual and, when he leaned over and kissed me, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.
Trouble was, after that, all we wanted to do was kiss. We spent every spare moment together, largely ignoring the outside world. For as far as we were concerned, the rest of the world didn't exist. And when we finally gave into temptation and made love, it was the single most incredible experience of my life. I fell in love with him all over again that night, even more deeply than before, if that was possible. So when he asked me to marry him, I didn't hesitate. I don't think I even answered him, because I was too busy kissing him.
I think my parents were a bit concerned about us being married at such a young age but, at 21, we were both ready. Sirius gave us his blessing, as did Ron, which meant more to me than I can say. I needed both of them - especially Ron - to say it was okay with them. I knew Sirius would understand, but I worried about Ron's reaction. He's still one of my best friends, and I wanted him to be happy about us. The change in the dynamic of the bond the three of us shared was hard for him to get used to as first, but once Harry and I made it clear that we still wanted Ron to be a big part of our lives, he gave us his blessing. I know Harry was relieved, too.
We've talked about children. I know Harry wants a family, but he's also apprehensive at the thought of becoming a father. Not having had one of his own, he's worried about making mistakes. I've tried to explain to him that that's part and parcel of being a parent - you do make mistakes. No one's perfect. He laughed when I said that, finding it amusing coming from me, the world's biggest perfectionist. However, he still has his doubts, and I know he will continue to do so, even after we have a baby. But I know he'll be the best father on Earth, and our children will be lucky to have him.
We've decided to wait a few years, though; we want to enjoy being married first. We want to enjoy being able to take off for a weekend away at a moment's notice. We want to enjoy being able to spend time together, alone. We want to be able to sleep in on the weekends. There's no rush. We've got all the time in the world. I have no doubt that we'll grow old together, raise our children, and watch our grandchildren grow. I look forward to all of this. I know that because I have Harry by my side, I'm the luckiest witch in the world. I love him more than life itself, and I know that love is returned. As long as we have each other, we'll make it.
My Everything: The Hermione Monologues, Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / Victoria / Harry
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