After the Sorting and the Feast, Hermione and I walk to our sleeping quarters in the basement. It's quite cozy, but homey feeling.
I shut the door once we're inside, and immediately crash my lips against Hermione's. She stays still with surprise, but eventually moves her lips against mine. I move my tongue lightly against her top lips, wrapping my arms around her waist. She pulls back. "Harry, we need to talk," she says. I know what she wants to talk about, but I don't want to. There's nothing to talk about.
"Bout what? That the fact that my daughter is a Slytherin and she hates me?" I growl. Hermione places her hands lightly on my chest. I push them away angrily. "I'm going out for a drink.
A/N sorry it's so short. I'm exhausted, but I felt like updating. If I get twenty reads though, I'll update one at least 1000 words
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Slytherin
FanfictionHarry and Hermione have always been in love. They are married with a daughter; Maryalyn. There daughter is 12 and Harry and Herm are 36. Hermione is the new headmaster of Hogwarts and Harry is the DADA (DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS) teacher. Everyt...
