Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended

A/N: This is just a short one-shot ficlet. There is no actual plot but is just fluff though I do plan on a small sequel. It would probably be sort of ficlets shots. I hade the urge to write a sort of steamy or fluffy ficlet and this is what came out. Hope you like it Also, a huge thank to my beta! Thank you so much!

Two becomes One

By Viwiel

 
It was one of those days when they both had had a bad day at work. This time it was Harry who was late from work. He had worked from 6 AM and it was only 5 PM when he was back. However, the day had been very tough. Harry was working as an Auror, and today he and his team had to capture a few Death-Eaters. (Voldemort was gone, but there were still many Death-Eaters out there). Capturing dark wizards meant that at first they had to do a bit of top-secret spying, then attacking them unexpectedly and when they had done that, there was loads of paperwork waiting for them.

How Harry longed for his wife. He wanted to hold her, and have her in his arms. To kiss her, to touch her, to make love to her, to let her know how much he loved her.

He knew something bad could happen, and he might be killed in his job. But he had to accept it. It was a part of the job, and he liked his job very much. His wife, Hermione Granger Potter, knew this too and yet, she had accepted it. They had gone through a lot and knew that there were things worth dying for. Love was one example. And fighting the dark arts was another example. But they both feared the day when one of them would die. They couldn't accept living without each other. He was lucky today to escape with only two bruises. One Death Eater had died, and two of his team had been badly injured.

Harry arrived at their apartment just as Hermione stepped out from a fresh shower. Seeing her wrapped in only a towel and her wedding ring, with her hair dangling down her neck and the water dripping on her naked body, he couldn't help smiling. The view was enough to make his day.

He walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her back. She smiled, and held him around the neck, resting her head on his chest.

"I missed you," Harry whispered softly.

"I missed you too," Hermione said, pulling back to give him a kiss. "Now go and jump in the shower."

"Fancy joining me?" he said giving one of his puppy faces while playing with the edge of the towel.

"As tempting as it sounds, I'll have to say no. Later, Harry, later"

"Alright," he said, his face glowing like Christmas was coming early. "Later"

"You go and take a shower, and I'll see what’s left in the kitchen, so we can go down the beach then"

So Harry found himself in the shower while Hermione got dressed and cooked dinner. Harry finished his shower, got dressed and found a humming Hermione in the kitchen. He smiled, kissed her quickly and then helped her with the food. While they ate (fish and chips), they talked about how their day had been. Hermione gasped when Harry told her about the capture.

"I hate it when that happens," she spoke sadly. "I’m so afraid of losing you."

"Herm, you will never lose me," he said softly, squeezing her and bending forward to give her another kiss, tasting the tartar sauce. "Now tell me about your day."

Hermione had got loads of paperwork this time. She also worked as an Auror. However, she and Harry decided not to work on the same cases, team, or division. The thought about working together was not a happy thought. In their jobs, they had to leave their feelings home in case something happen. Otherwise, they could end up dead just by protecting each other. And they both knew it. They would give their lives for *each other

Mostly, Hermione's job was to get information, track down dark wizards, and to prepare for court cases. However, occasionally, she had to jump in and fight against dark wizards. In times like these, Harry did nothing but whine worry in his office and ask for news about her every five seconds.

"Warrington got a tip about an infamous group of dark wizards from Australia. They are coming here to England, and Caine wanted me to find some more information about them. I actually had to apparate all the way down to Sydney and then to Perth just to get a huge pile of dusty documents."

"Australia? But that means-"

"Yeah, the Aurors from Australia are coming this Wednesday to team up with us."

They finished the dinner and both cleaned everything. Then they packed what they needed and went out.

They walked down the beach, close to the water, and found a place to stay on. Hermione took out the blanket, and they both sat down on it. The coast was very misty and neither of them felt like swimming. So Harry wrapped his arms around his wife, and she rested against his chest, and they just enjoyed being together.

The beach wasn’t very crowed, but had enough of people. They both looked down at a couple of kids who were playing in the water. People around them were chatting, others were sleeping, eating ice cream, searching for shells, and playing ball. Now and then, Harry kissed Hermione’s temple. After a while of rest, Hermione felt a familiar stir in her stomach and found Harry playing with her belly.

”Do you think we will ever have a child?” he asked thoughtfully looking up into her hazel-brown eyes. Hermione noticed that it was a subject he had been thinking about a lot lately.

”One sweet day, I suppose, ”she said slowly. She had been thinking about having a child or maybe two, but she wasn’t sure if she was ready. ”Why, do you want children?”

”It would be nice to have one someday, but only if you’re ready,” he smiled and then pulled her in his arms. She stayed still and could feel her eyes becoming watery. Having a child with Harry. A child she and Harry would love as much as they loved each other. Proof of their love. The thought was just too beautiful for her. Harry noticed when a tear fell down her cheek, and bent down to kiss it away, a bit of alarmed that he had pressured her. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to pressure you. We don’t have to, of course.”

Hermione shook her head slowly. “No, Harry. I was thinking about how it would be if we had children,” She looked up into his green eyes that always seemed to make her knees feel weak. He looked at her with an anxious expression, and she smiled. “I would love to have a child with you. I’m ready whenever you’re ready.”

“Really?”

“Of course. One child or maybe two, sharing our love.” Harry wrapped his arms tightly around Hermione and pressed his lips against hers. But before they could go further Harry pulled back and pressed his forehead against hers.

“Alright, but maybe later,” he said with a grin. “I’m selfish enough to admit that I’m not ready to share you with anybody, and I mean anybody. But it would be nice to practice, of course”

“Oh, you’re impossible!” she laughed while smacking him lightly on the chest.

“Ouch! Oh, you’ll pay for that, woman!” he chuckled with a playful smile. He grabbed her around her waist and then rolled over, pulling her down so that he was on top of her.

“Tell me something, Mrs. Potter. Are you ticklish?”

“Oh no, Harry. Don’t you dare!”

“Ahem, that’s not an answer. You know what, I think I’m going to find out myself,” And that’s what he did. Hermione gave a shriek when Harry attacked her with his fingers, tickling her everywhere he knew she was ticklish. She laughed and tried to kick his hands away, but with no success. Harry’s face was shining with laughter and when he finally stopped, they were both breathing heavily and had big smiles on their faces. Harry rolled around so he was no longer on top of her, but to her side. He cupped her face, stroking her cheek and getting lost in her eye while sighing happily.

“I love you so much, Hermione.”

“I love you too, Harry. More than anything”

She hooked her hand around his neck and pulled him down to kiss him. Their lip met, at first closed, and they enjoyed the soft feeling. Harry licked her lips, and she opened her mouth for him, their tongues dancing around slowly. He wrapped his arms tightly around her back. One arm went to the back of her head, and the other went around her back, so that their bodies were pressed together. Her fingers played with his hair and neither of them cared about the people around them. They were so wrapped in each other’s world that they didn’t even notice when a Frisbee landed on their blanket or when a nervous red-haired teenager came to pick it up.

They just stayed like that with their lips pressed against each other’s and with their arms wrapped tightly around the other. They enjoyed just sharing a tender moment, and they never got tired of it. A half-hour passed, Harry’s hand was playing with Hermione's waistband, and her fingers had trailed down under his shirt and to his chest, which tightened under her touch. She pulled back and gave him butterfly kisses on his neck. A moan escaped his lips and he bent down to kiss her throat down her neck and her shoulders, in which she gave a soft moan and her nails crawled across his neck.

“How about now?” she gasped in his ear. Harry smiled at her, and then jumped on his feet to help her up.

“Let’s go!” he smiled while she straightened her clothes. She shook her head, giving a small giggle, and Harry picked up their stuff. He then put his arms around her shoulders, and her arms went around his waist. Together they walked home for a night when two become one.

*Fin*