Time After Time. *Complete*

Chapter Forty Two - An Idea

The following morning there were tears already as the group headed to the Great Hall for breakfast, meeting Ginny and Harry at the bottom of the Grand Staircase. The hall had a sort of melancholy atmosphere to it as they took their seats and began to eat breakfast.

Hermione would miss the school. She had forgotten just how beautiful the building and grounds were. She took the castle for granted when she was a student. She always thought it was beautiful but as a homeowner now herself she appreciated the castle so much more. The portraits, the artwork, the views, the secret passageways. There were so many secrets about the castle she never got to explore. There were probably parts of the school that no one alive had seen. For instance, she was pretty sure that out of all the students, she, Harry, Ginny and Ron were the only ones to ever be in the Chamber of Secrets. How many other secret chambers or rooms were there that had not been opened in years? It was fascinating.

"You alright Mia?" Daphne asked as she sat on Hermione's left.

The brunette nodded. "Sorry just thinking."

"Do we dare even ask?" Theo wiggled his eyebrows.

Hermione threw a sugar cube at him. "No, I was just thinking about maybe starting a new book when I got back to the office."

"Oh, a new book?" Pansy asked excitedly.

"Do we get to know what this one is about?" Blaise smiled and then pouted. "Or are you going to make us wait like last time?"

Ginny was looking confused as she looked from Blaise to Hermione to Pansy to Hermione. "You write books, Hermione?" She raised her eyebrows. "I thought you just published them."

Hermione took a sip of her coffee before she answered. "I do publish them but I have written a few. Some children's books, some which introduce muggle-borns to the wizard world." She blushed. "No one really knows that it's me as I don't use my name. Actually, I thought only Draco knew about my books." She rolled her eyes at him.

He shrugged. "What? I am proud of you and I wanted to show off your talents."

"They are amazing and so inciteful," Luna smiled proud of her friend. "The school here keep stock of them for students to get along with their letters."

"Cool!" Harry said excitedly. "That would have been so handy when we were in first year."

"That's what gave me the idea," Hermione beamed. "Actually Harry I supposed I would need to ask you permission for the book I'm thinking of."

Harry sat his teacup down. "Me?" He wasn't sure why she would need his permission.

"Yes. I was thinking about writing about your years at school. From first to final year. I would like to go into detail about all our years at school. Tell people about our adventures. No exaggerations, no fiction. All the truth, the good and the bad."

Harry frowned a little as he thought. Even after the war, he would receive hundreds of letters asking and some demanding that he do an interview to talk about his fight with Voldemort. He never before went into much detail. He didn't want to.

But it wasn't a bad idea. He liked the thought of the world knowing his story, without him having to tell it. And there was no one he trusted more than Hermione. People would finally see everything he went through. He could shed light on some discrepancies that had haunted him these last few years.

"I won't do it if you are not comfortable Harry. I just thought it was good to write it all down. If nothing else it will be a good way to remember when we are older." Hermione reached across the table and took Harry's hand. "I put you on the spot. My apologies. I won't write it. Don't worry. It was just a silly -"