☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━━━★✼☆ What would change if Harry asked Hermione to the Yule Ball? ؂. "RobSt" Fanfiction.Net credits. ✨🫧 The teenagers were to stunned to react even when Winky added her bit, "That's not counting the Potter inheritance and the properties included means that you require house elves and, since we are not bonded we would be honoured to serve such wonderful people as you." Hermione sat on her boyfriends, no her husbands knee and tried to process the information they had been given but all she got was 'Mrs Hermione Potter' and a smile lit up her face as her greatest wish seemed to have come true. She started feeling apprehension radiating off Harry. Doesn't he want to be married to me? Hermione turned and could see the worry in his eyes when suddenly the words 'her dads going to kill me' formed in her head so she did the first thing that she could think of to calm him down, she kissed him. A few minutes later it was a much calmer Harry who spoke to the elves, "You know neither of us believes in owning slaves but we both like you two very much so we offer you the bond of friendship rather than servitude. If this is acceptable, we can work out the other details as we go along as you seem to know more about our situation than we do." Dobby and Winky barely glanced at one another before answering together, "We accept!" ☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━━━★✼☆

AU It's Christmas in Harry's third year. When Hermione causes his new Firebolt to be confiscated, he realises that she is more important than any broomstick to him. Continues on through the books from there until the end of their fourth year. 21st century technology is used (as though this story started in 2003 instead of 1993) DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS NOT MINE THIS BELONGS TO witowsmp. THIS IS ORIGINALLY BEEN POSTED IN FANFICTION.PORTKEY.ORG BUT THAT WEBSITE IS NOW DOWN. I AM ONLY POSTING IT HERE FOR YOU GUYS TO ENJOY IT. THIS STORY IS NOT MINE. AGAIN THIS STORY IS NOT MINE THIS BELONGS TO witowsmp.