a Reluctant Love Story... just say yes
I am happy to say that you are all getting an exclusive preview, straight out of the...document. I am happy to be writing yet another fic for @harmony-out-of-the-ordinary 2026. I just finished the first chapter. This one is going to be different than my other stories. Not as angsty, Hermione doesn't choose Harry or pine for him right away. Anyway, I thought I'd share a short scene from the first chapter that I titled: Good Friends, inspired by the song by the same name by Maren Morris. If you haven't figured out... my brain works in song. I listen to music while writing, and every once in a while, one inspires a scene or the direction, so I use that one as the title.
Without any additional rambling, enjoy!
After the war ends, Hermione rebuilds herself in Australia, while Harry chooses the path to become a professional Quidditch player. Oceans apart, years of letters, visits, and phone calls keep their friendship stronger than ever. When the Wizengamot enacts a controversial marriage law, Hermione’s future is no longer her own, until Harry arrives with an unexpected proposal: marry him instead, on their own terms.
He didn’t look away from the fire. “In the Forest of Dean, when you wondered if we could just stay.” He took a breath, “And just grow old there within the trees and forget it all.”
Hermione swallowed. “Harry…”
Harry looked at her, “I’m not saying it because of Ginny. I’m saying it because…” he paused for a moment, as if searching for words, “For two whole weeks, everything stopped. The damn prophecy didn’t matter. The order wasn’t a care. There were no expectations other than survival and keeping each other warm.”
Hermione smiled, “You nearly set my socks on fire trying to dry them.”
Harry gave her a brief smile before it fell. “I don’t think I felt numb in those two weeks.” He closed his eyes, “I just… felt.”
Hermione looked at him sadly, “You don’t feel that with Ginny?”
Harry looked at her, “I love Ginny, but… something about our time in that tent, Hermione. Maybe because we were just learning each other’s bod-”
“SHHHH!” Hermione hushed him, looking around the library, “Can you say that any louder? I thought we were never going to talk about it again. We decided it was just… a thing to move on from.”
Harry sighed, “It slipped.”
Hermione lowered her voice, “I don’t want Ron to find out.”
“Can you just imagine how he’d react?” Hermione insisted.
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