Hermione's hair has always been an indicator of how out of control her magic is. When she was a little girl, with zero training, her magic would scatter out of her body through it, making it wild and untamable. As she grew and learned to master her magic, it became quite manageable. So why the hell is it playing up now? Honestly, she often looks worse than her husband, and his hair problems are clearly genetic. Nothing seems to work anymore. And it's really annoying how it gets in the way when she rushes to the bathroom thanks to this annoying nausea she can't seem to clear. Or: How Hermione's hair goes crazy when her pregnant body hormones start acting up before she realizes she's pregnant.

Harry, realizing Ron seems to covet the things he has, feigns interest in a girl to draw Ron's eye to her. Once Ron goes after the other girl, Harry makes his move on Hermione.

As the Golden Trio talk and try to convince each other to go back to Hogwarts or move on to work, Harry has a moment of clarity after a visit with Andromeda. She has lost her sister (she may be crazy but blood is blood), son-in-law, husband and daughter in the past few months (some the past weeks). She is in no fit state to raise Teddy. So he makes the right choice and chooses not to return. Instead, he petitions for custody of Teddy and cleans up Grimmauld so they have somewhere to stay. Hermione tries to convince him that he really should go back to school and get his NEWTs first, that Teddy would understand, but he lets her know how much Andromeda is suffering every day and she soon caves to his desire. What no one told Harry was that Tonks had asked Hermione to be Godmother and she was now analyzing her own outlook. Harry had always been the better one at sacrificing his happiness and wants for the betterment of others, and now, here was fate challenging her directly. Imagine Harry's surprise when he steps up in front of the Wizengamot to find his best friend not standing there as moral support, but as a second signatory as she too chooses to do what is right rather than easy. Basically, a super fluffy parent Harmony fic where Harry and Hermione raise Teddy from the word go. The crazy fun of being new parents without the nine-month prep period.

Harry accompanies Hermione to Australia to recover her parents, however, the reversal does not work and she spends several days afterwards heartbroken, locking herself in her hotel room and refusing to let Harry help. After a week and a half of wallowing, she decides to return to England defeated. On what would be her last day in Australia, Harry demands she come for lunch with him, but she is hesitant, as Harry had been missing for large portions of the day when she would refuse to open the door and she wonders what her friend might have found in her absence that has him so excited. As he walks her into the restaurant he has picked, she gasps as she sees her parents seated at the table looking hopefully in their direction as they sit as well. Hermione is unable to speak, so Harry starts. He explains that while she was researching magical cures, Harry was looking into muggle memory treatments. And whenever she locked up the past week and refused to let him help, he came to the Grangers and told them about their daughter. While they lack the first-hand memories, both are beyond eager to know more about the wonderful woman that Harry has told them about and beg her to stay with them while they take some holiday time and get relearn what it means to be her parents.

The only thing stranger than being eaten alive by a pissed-off dragon in front of a thousand baying witches and wizards was waking up in his bed, heart pounding, on the morning of the First Task of the Triwizard Tournament. Just as he had done the last seventeen times. Harry was fairly certain he wasn't dreaming at this point. He was living the day over and over. Even when he managed to get past the dragon and survive unharmed (or as unharmed as Harry Potter ever was after one of his 'adventures') something would still manage to go wrong and he would wake up on the same day all over again. Only once, on the fourth day had he made it all the way until bedtime and when he'd woken up it was the same damn day again. His mind continued to whirl as he absently prepared for the day, the same way he had done over and over, and before he knew it, he was standing in the common room, looking at the seated form of his best friend, the one that was still talking to him at this point in the day. Hermione was in the same spot she'd been sitting every morning when he went down, reading the same book. And when she finally noticed his presence, she looked up and gave him the same smile. But this morning, something about that smile stirred something different inside of Harry. A warm glow that hadn't been there the last several mornings. "Maybe it's time to try something different?" He pondered, a smile breaking out on his own features as he walked towards the brunette.

The stresses of fifth-year finally get to Harry and he snaps, partially awakening the Horcrux in his head and it begins to influence him. It begins to fill his mind with advanced magical knowledge and dark thoughts. Some he begins to act on, not realizing the effect at first. After a few weeks of this, and just after Dumbledore's departure from the school, Umbridge makes the mistake of prodding him in the Great Hall upon which he pulls his wand and tortures her in front of the students and professors, who find themselves powerless to stop his impressive display of magic. Taunting her asking if she is happy now. If she is happy she broke him and now he can feel Voldemort's influence effecting him that there are two monsters walking around. The Inquisitorial Squad attempt to intervene and Harry wipes the floor with them, barely even trying and continuing to torment Umbridge in between strikes. The teachers try to keep him from harming the other students, but after a one-on-one duel between Harry and Flitwick becomes a one-sided thrashing of the diminutive man, they realize they are thoroughly outmatched and each and every one of them assess just how badly they have failed Harry for this to happen. Thankfully for them, Harry takes it as a lighthearted fun duel, but warns them against any such foolishness in the future. Hermione initially tries to help bring back the old Harry, but soon finds herself falling for this new confident powerful Harry and she is soon caught by his spell and begins to descend with him. Though through her efforts Harry overcomes and absorbs the power and knowledge of the Horcrux, he does not return to his old self. They keep Umbridge and her Inquisitorial Squad locked in the dungeons and torture them for information, and to keep the turn of events from getting out, while having the DA teach the students to fight. By the time news does leak to the Ministry and Voldemort, Harry has managed to turn most of the school into his own personal army, some with the same level of devotion as Bellatrix. And Harry is beyond done with the adults and their childish, halfassed version of war.

Midnight plunny: The Potters and Grangers both die and Harry and Hermione meet as very young kids in an orphanage. They are good friends for several years before a French couple adopts Hermione and move back to France. They correspond before suddenly around Hermione's eleventh birthday, the letters stop. Harry is located by Dumbledore and taken to Hogwarts where the war happens and Harry wins. A few years later Harry is assigned security for the fiance of a French diplomat arriving for a summit and she turns out to be Hermione. During his bodyguard duties they reminisce and realize that as both are magical, the forced silence was unneeded. As she is leaving, Hermione hands him a wad of old letters, ones she had written over the years as a way to keep him alive to her, but never sent. He reads them all, and finds the last one is an invitation to the wedding that day in France. He attends and interrupts ar that moment and offers a ring to Hermione and she accepts, having realized upon seeing him that she had been missing him from her heart for years.