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Hermione Granger realized from a young age that she loved getting what she wanted, and that she was brilliant enough to figure out how to get it.
When she was five, she wanted the newest Barbie at any cost. Since it was neither her birthday nor Christmas, her parents said no.
That just wouldn’t do.
She knew exactly how much money she needed to fulfill her heart’s desire, so she got to work.
She checked the sofas and every drawer for loose change. When that only yielded a few pounds, a new idea formed in her head. She picked up one of her father’s cook books and searched for a lemonade recipe.
After quickly mixing all the ingredients together she sold it at the end of her driveway. And when she would pretend to not know how much change to give, and flashed her wide eyes, pouting at the patrons, they would laugh and say she could keep it.
It didn’t take long for her to get the money she needed, and that same day she marched back down to the toy shop and bought that Barbie.
Her parents were less than thrilled that she both took money from strangers and walked to the store at the age of five. But it wasn’t her fault they didn’t keep a closer eye on her. In the end, however, they couldn’t deny that they were also a little impressed, not only by her planning, but also by the hard work she put in just to get it.
When she was nine she wanted some kids to stop bullying her. This was more difficult, because no matter what, one boy just kept pestering her.
So she built a trap in the sand box. Dug a hole and placed some leaves over it, then taunted him until he chased her.
Just like her plan, his foot slipped in the hole and he snapped his ankle.
“Stop bullying me, or next time it will be worse,” she whispered to him before an adult came to help him.
None of the teachers believed him when he tried to explain she trapped him. Everyone trusted the shy, booksmart Hermione Granger.
Things changed the moment she was accepted to Hogwarts and found out she was a witch. Suddenly, she lost some of her confidence, and fully hid behind her books, unsure how to handle such a huge life shift.
Then along came Harry James Potter into the girl’s lavatory, saving her life and stealing her heart.
Yes, Ron had a part in it, but his attitude left little to be desired.
Of course at twelve, she didn’t understand the true depth of her feelings. It was the first time a boy had done something so brave and selfless just for her.
As the years passed, she hid her crush from everyone, especially from him. In the meantime, she toyed with the idea of a romance with Ron, who clearly developed feelings for her. But all of that fizzled when he left them during the Horcrux hunt. If he couldn’t handle the pressure, then he could stay gone.
One night in the tent when Harry seemed especially tense, Hermione hugged him tightly. She lingered for longer than necessary, and just as she predicted, he leaned in and kissed her.
One kiss led to another and finally ended with their first time. Then Ron showed back up and ruined it all, and Harry begged her to keep it a secret. He didn’t call it a mistake, but it still irritated her that he wanted to keep them hidden. If she was honest it hurt, but Harry didn't need more to stress about, so she agreed.
When Hagrid carried Harry’s limp body in his arms, Hermione’s legs gave out, and she clung to Ron. He couldn’t be dead. He wouldn’t leave her like that.
Thank the gods, he came back to her. When he did, she felt a pang of relief so strong it was almost painful. In the battle that followed, she fought off Death Eaters and creatures, always carrying Harry in the back of her mind. A fragile hope started to grow within her. The hope that they could be together at the end of it all.
That plan turned to dust when Ginny fucking Weasley threw herself at him once the last bit of Voldemort blew away.
At first, Hermione told herself that all she really wanted was for Harry to be happy. And he appeared to be, so she kept quiet once more. She started dating Ron again, only so she could keep a close eye on Harry and Ginny.
Yet Hermione was unable to shake the feeling that she wanted Harry for herself. She couldn’t buy his affection by selling lemonade, nor could she break Ginny’s limbs- well, she could, but then Harry really wouldn’t want anything to do with her.
For the first time in her life, she was truly at a loss.
It was late one night, three years after the war, Hermione was sitting alone in a new bar in Diagon Alley. She and Ron had a rather large row, and she was wondering if being with him was even worth the stress anymore.
Although breaking up with him would mean no more invitations to dinners at the Burrow, which in turn meant less time seeing Harry. She was at a loss of what to do.
“Hullo, Hermione!” A soft feminine voice snapped Hermione from her daydreams of hexing Ginny so badly she would never recover. She looked up to find Luna standing there, who enveloped her in a tight hug.
“I’m happy to see you out and about, although you have all these Wrackspurts around your head. What’s troubling you?” Luna asked kindly.
“Hi Luna. And nothing serious, just had a bad fight with Ron.”
“No, that’s not it,” Luna murmured, her wide silvery grey eyes giving Hermione a searching look. “Why don’t you join us instead of drinking alone?”
Before Hermione could answer, Luna gripped her hand and began dragging her away from the bar. They weaved between patrons to a corner booth at the back, and Hermione’s eyes widened when she spotted who was there.
Neville, who gave her a bright smile, with Pansy Parkinson tucked under his arm. Theodore Nott was pressed against Blaise Zabini, whose hand rested possessively on Theodore's upper thigh. And then there was Draco Malfoy, sitting alone- until Luna slid into the booth and sat right on his lap. He gripped her hips tightly and kissed the side of her neck before meeting Hermione’s eyes and slowly raising a brow.
“I think we only have enough room for one lion in this group, Granger.”
Luna turned her head to look him in the eyes. They stared at one another for five solid seconds, like they were silently communicating. Finally, Luna spoke.
“Be nice, my dragon, or I won’t let you go down on me later.”
Neville choked on his drink and Pansy slapped his back a few times. Theo snorted while Blaise chuckled darkly. Malfoy’s cheeks pinkended slightly but he nodded and looked back at Hermione.
“Sorry, Granger. Join us?” he drawled, and Hermione was so curious about the entire situation that she sat without another thought.
“Hi, Hermione,” Neville said once he recovered.
“Hi, Neville,” she replied with a warm smile. She had not seen either Nev nor Luna in quite some time, and it warmed her heart to see them both looking so happy.
And perhaps a little jealous.
“I’m sure you remember everyone else,” Luna said politely. The Slytherins all nodded their heads or gave her small smiles.
“So, why is Hermione Granger drowning her sorrows?” Pansy asked.
“I’m not-” she began, but the raven haired woman interrupted her.
“You are, it doesn’t take Luna pointing out all the Wrackspurts around you for everyone to notice.”
“She says she had an argument with Ron, but there is more to it, I’m sure,” Luna replied.
“I never understood why you were with that git, Hermione,” Theo said casually, as if they had known one another for years and this was not the first time they spoke.
“I agree, I thought you would have ended up with Potter if anything,” Blaise added.
Hermione remained quiet, but she felt her cheeks heat, which clearly gave away her inner thoughts. If she knew she would be consorting with Slytherins tonight, she would not have had so much to drink.
“You have a thing for Potter, don't you?” Pansy asked as she leaned forward in a conspiratorial way.
“No-no, he's with Ginny,” she stammered.
“Doesn’t mean you don't have a thing for him,” Malfoy replied before giving her a thoughtful look. “Why don’t you do something about it?”
They clearly saw through her, and to be honest, it felt good. To not have to hide this deep secret all to herself. The liquor flowing through her veins helped her feel more brave.
“I- ugh, Merlin, I’ve never talked about this out loud before.” Hermione’s finger absently fiddled with the stem of her almost empty martini glass, before Luna’s hand reached over and paused her nervous ministrations.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed or worried about discussing this with us, Hermione.”
She raised her gaze to meet everyone's eyes. Every single one of them looked at her encouragingly, and Hermione released a breath. Then for the first time aloud, she told them hers and Harry’s story.
“You know, I was talking to Harry last week at work, and your name came up. I asked him how you were since I had not seen you in a while,” Neville began. “His face completely lit up, Hermione. The way he talked about you, well, I’m not all that surprised to hear any of this. When I asked how Ginny was, he smiled politely, but it did not hold any of the same tenderness that it held when he spoke of you.”
Hermione’s heart thundered in her chest at Neville's words, hope for something more blooming in her chest.
“So, what’s the plan?” Theo asked, his eyes shining with mischief.
“Aside from imagining the various ways to cause Ginny physical harm, I haven't been able to think of a plan to break them up… without Harry being the wiser.”
“Your only plans involved hurting the She-Weasel? Salazar, Granger, maybe you should have been sorted into Slytherin,” Blaise replied with a smirk.
“We can definitely help you get rid of her. How far are you wanting to go? Break them up, or make her disappear forever?” Malfoy asked seriously.
“Malfoy, I am an Auror. We will not be murdering anyone, alright?” Neville said firmly, to which Malfoy simply rolled his eyes.
“Fine. I’m sure between us all, we can come up with a plan to get rid of both ginger cunts.”
“I can just break up with Ron-” Hermione began, but Pansy interrupted.
“No, that will make you look bad. We need to make both breakups look like they were initiated by the Weasels, or at the very least amicable.”
“Why are you all helping me?” Hermione asked finally, still not understanding the kindness she was receiving from them.
A silent beat passed before Malfoy spoke.
“Maybe we feel guilty for how we treated you,” he said quietly.
That was it. She had now been welcomed into the fold, and Hermione couldn’t have been happier- especially when it meant that with their help, she would inevitably get to be with Harry.
Over the course of the week, the group got together and came up with several plans. Getting rid of Ron was easy. He had gone out drinking one night with some friends, and the Slytherins had paid for an escort to go and hit on him. Pansy had been the one to pick her out, no one else had been aware of what she looked like. Blaise and Theo sat nearby with a camera to watch it all unfold.
When they met up the next day, a certain awkwardness was evident on their faces.
“Granger, I hate to be the bearer of bad- or, well, maybe it's good news- but Weasel went home with the woman,” Blaise said cautiously.
Hermione closed her eyes and sighed, waiting for the burning of tears, although after a few moments she realized they were not coming. She didn’t feel a single pang of hurt or upset- just relief.
Well, and annoyance, once the two men told Hermione that Ron went with the escort rather willingly and quickly after she showed interest, and Hermione realized it was likely not the first time he had cheated.
“Thank you for doing this. It’s fine, really,” she assured them, offering a smile.
Still, Blaise and Theo wore strange looks on their faces.
“What is it?” she asked, frowning.
“Well, do you wanna know what that woman looked like?” Blaise asked, while Theo only shook his head.
“With the way you’re acting, I assume, yes?”
“Just, prepare yourself,” Theo said before handing over the envelope. Hermione pulled the photos out and almost dropped them.
“Ginny?!” she screeched.
“No, it's not. But it sure as shit looks an awful lot like her though, right? Pansy had a strange theory and went with it,” Blaise explained.
The hungry look on Ron’s face made her feel sick.
Hermione had planned to just break up with him, however the Slytherins took it upon themselves to submit the photos to The Prophet, claiming that Ron could easily bad mouth Hermione if she only showed him the proof in private. Due to the embarrassment, Ron fled to Romania to spend some time with Charlie away from the public eye.
Ginny’s reputation was left intact though, as it was made clear she was not the other woman in the photo, and released a statement saying as such.
Hermione waited two months before they enacted the second part of their plan to get rid of Ginny. It was more complex. With some bribery taking place and connections from the Slytherins, a very popular American Quidditch team wrote to Ginny and offered her not only a place on their team, but also the spot of Captain.
A few nights after she received the news, Hermione invited her over for a girls night. Ginny was none the wiser of Hermione’s true feelings for Harry, and believed they were still close friends.
What a sad little cow.
“I just don't know what to do, Hermione,” Ginny sighed heavily as she finished off her glass of wine.
“Honestly, Ginny, I don't really see how it's even a question of what to do. This is your dream, playing for such a prestigious team and being captain. You have been wanting that for years with the Harpies, and they won't give it to you.” Hermione refilled Ginny's glass, not to be polite, but in case things did not go her way, and she had to go with a backup plan.
“Thanks. I know, it's just… Well, Harry and I have been talking about some things. Getting married and having kids-”
The now empty wine bottle slipped from Hermione’s fingers and smashed to the floor. For a moment, she didn't even notice. A chill overcame her at the idea of Harry tying himself so permanently to Ginny.
No, Hermione would not allow that to happen.
“Hermione, are you okay?” Ginny's voice snapped her out of her panicked spiralling thoughts.
“Yes, fine. Just slipped. You were saying something about Harry?” Hermione pulled her wand from her pocket and vanished the mess, however she continued to hold her vinewood wand tightly.
“Yeah, we have been talking about the next steps. Although he's been a little weird about it. He refuses to move away from Britain, especially all the way to America. And I just know long distance would not be good for our relationship.”
Hermione did her best to choose her next words very carefully.
“I see. Do you think that perhaps you two should- and this is just a suggestion so don't get your knickers in a twist- take a break? I mean, I never thought you would let a man get in the way of your dreams, Gin.”
Ginny sent Hermione a sharp assessing look before she sneered.
“I knew it. I knew you had feelings for him!” she yelled.
Guess I wasn’t as careful as I thought, Hermione mused, but kept her face impassive.
“I’m sorry?”
“You know exactly what I mean. You’ve had feelings for Harry for years! I see the way you look at him, the way you push your tits against him when you hug him. And he doesn't even bat an eye! It's sickening! I’m glad Ron finally got away from you-”
“He didn’t ‘get away’ from me. He ran away to Romania after I dumped his arse when he chose to fuck an escort that could pass as your twin,” Hermione spat back.
“I can't believe you, Hermione! You are not even denying it!”
No, she couldn't deny it. Although this was not part of the original plan.
Ginny stood, wobbling slightly from the amount of wine she had drunk.
“I’m going home to fuck my boyfriend. And then I am going to pass on the job offer, and fulfill all my dreams and plans with him. He is mine, Hermione, not yours.”
Ginny turned around, and that was when Hermione struck.
“Petrificus Totalus!” she yelled. Ginny went as stiff as a board and faceplanted onto the floor.
Hermione stood slowly and walked over to her, leaning down and rolling her onto her back. Ginny’s nose was likely broken, angled strangely with blood pouring from it.
“Malfoy will be happy to hear I did manage some damage,” she murmured as she thought of her former bully turned friend. He had pulled her aside a month ago at his and Luna’s flat when the group had a games night.
“I think you need a backup plan, Granger,” he said quietly so no one would overhear.
“Oh? What should that be?” She asked quizzically.
“Have you ever performed mind magic?” He asked, and Hermione narrowed her eyes.
“I’ve obliviated people before. I didn't enjoy it.”
“Okay, what about Legilimency and Imperio?” He asked with a raised brow.
“No, I’ve never performed either of those, and I’ve never learned Legilimency.”
“Then I’ll teach you. You're a quick study, as I recall.”
He had kept his voice low. Her eyes darted to the others in the group.
“Why are you being so secretive? Why aren't you telling Luna?” She asked, and he furrowed his brow.
“Whose idea do you think this was? Not mine, I assure you. Although I agree with Luna, she thinks She-Weasel’s love for Potter will overshadow the Quidditch offer. And as for everyone else, well it's not like it's legal. Longbottom can only overlook so much, and Pansy doesn’t like keeping things from him. Blaise and Theo don't keep secrets from one another either, but Theo also has a large mouth and would let it slip.”
Hermione had initially been unsure, but after discussing it with Luna, she finally agreed. So she had visited Malfoy and Luna's flat a few times a week for the last month to receive lessons from Malfoy on memory and mind alterations. She was now very thankful the blonde couple had insisted on it.
Ginny stared wide eyed at Hermione as she pointed her wand at the frozen witch and began the modifications. She used Legilimency to watch the times Ginny had tried to talk Harry into proposing, and had watched his face fall every single time. Or When Ginny watched Hermione and him interact with cold disdain.
Hermione was absolutely thrilled when she found one memory of the couple shagging, and as Harry came, he called out Hermione's name. Hermione’s knickers dampened at the ensuing fight they had afterward.
She knew she was supposed to Obliviate Ginny, and while she did remove a few things from her memory of the current night- most of the argument and everything Hermione was currently doing-she also left some memories. Hermione should have taken more, but a deep, dark part of her wanted Ginny to know that she was right about Hermione and Harry, even if she couldn't do anything to stop it.
“Imperio,” Hermione whispered, her last spell to perform. “You are going to go home and break up with Harry, tell him you are choosing Quidditch over him, so you can follow your dreams. You will believe this is your own idea, it has nothing to do with me. Then you are going to move to America, and find some other bloke to tie down. You will leave Harry and I alone. But I want you to know, deep down, even if you wont remember how it happened, that I took Harry from you. Because you were wrong earlier, Gin. He is mine. He always has been and always will be.”
As much as it pained her, Hermione fixed Ginny’s nose and cancelled the Petrificus spell. Ginny looked a bit confused, and Hermione remembered she was also rather pissed from the wine. She called through to Grimmauld Place, and was about to send her through the floo when Harry’s face appeared. He grinned when he saw Hermione first, however his face fell when he spotted Ginny, who between the alcohol and spells, was not even fully coherent.
“Hi, Harry. Just helping Gin get through the floo. She had too much to drink and I wanted to make sure she returned back home safely,” Hermione said with a smile. She hated lying to him, but it would be better in the end. He always seemed to understand her darker impulses, but she wasn’t sure if he would be okay with just how far she went.
“Right. Thanks, Hermione.” His eyes seemed to sparkle, and she swore his gaze quickly darted to her lips, likely taking in the red she had painted them, just in case she did see him.
It took two whole days for Harry to floo call Hermione. Longer than she had anticipated. She had been so stressed she had done something wrong, yet when she explained it to Malfoy and Luna, neither of them seemed to be concerned. If anything, Malfoy was impressed.
“I think you would have done rather well in Slytherin, Granger. Well done,” he said with a lazy drawl as he absently twirled a long piece of Luna’s hair, who sent him a dreamy smile.
“I knew you two would get on well eventually,” Luna murmured.
A friendship with Draco Malfoy was not something Hermione ever expected to have, but she appreciated it all the same.
It was just about forty eight hours after Hermione cast the spells on Ginny when her floo roared to life, and Harry stepped out. Hermione held her breath as she stood from the sofa, where she had been cuddling her new familiar. After Crookshanks passed last year, it was Harry who showed up one day with a small black kneazle kitten for her, understanding the deep loss of losing an animal that had been so precious to her.
“Hi, Harry,” she said. It felt like butterflies stuck in a tornado were wreaking havoc in her stomach.
“Hey, Hermione,” He replied, his tone friendly. He strolled over to her fridge and got two butterbeers out before walking to her, handing her one, and sitting down on the sofa. He pet her kneazle on the head, who purred before hopping off the couch and sauntering away.
“How are you?” She asked tentatively as she sat down beside him, her thigh brushing his.
“Not bad. Although, it was an interesting day at work for sure. We came so close to catching Filch and Umbridge, but they slipped away again.”
Hermione giggled. The unlikely couple had escaped after the Final Battle, and had been causing chaos in wizarding Europe ever since. Surprisingly they had not harmed anyone, just continued to rob banks, and perform lewd acts in public.
“They are like the British version of Bonnie and Clyde, with wands. I think it’s sweet, like forbidden love,” she replied. He met her eyes then, his emerald green eyes piercing.
“Ginny left. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”
Hermione did her best to give him a sympathetic smile, although it was rather difficult, when her heart was soaring.
“I didn’t-” she began, but he interrupted her.
“Don’t lie to me. I know the signs of an Imperio, Hermione. I am pretty good at my job,” he said seriously.
“Not good enough to catch Kittymop,” she tried, and while his mouth twitched, he held her stare. After a moment that lasted either seconds or decades, he spoke.
“Thank you,” he said quietly and Hermione’s breath hitched. He reached out and cupped her face. “It feels like for the first time in my life, I can be selfish, and choose exactly what I want.”
“And what do you want, Harry?” she whispered. One of his thumbs had been absently stroking the apple of her cheek as he spoke. At that moment he slid it down to her mouth and dragged it across her lower lip.
“You.” Was all he said before crashing his mouth against hers.
It was frenzied, as if they were both releasing the years of pent up tension on each other. Harry bit down on Hermione’s lip, and she was sure he drew blood. A whimper slipped from her as he soothed it with his tongue.
One of his hands threaded into her locks, pulling her head back as he began sucking on her neck and nipping at her earlobe. With a snap of his fingers her clothes disappeared, leaving her in only her knickers. Hermione gasped at the sensation of the cool air enveloping her, her skin breaking out in goose bumps. She reached for his joggers, but he swatted her hand away and used the strength of his upper body to guide her back on the sofa, until he was hovering over her.
“I need to taste you first. Fuck, Hermione, I have dreamt of you coming on my tongue for years.” His voice was hoarse with arousal as he moved down her body, leaving several bite marks with his mouth.
When he got to her cunt, he threw one of her legs onto his shoulder, and placed the other one on the floor, spreading her wide. He leaned down and bit into her underwear, ripping them open. Arousal pooled between Hermione’s legs as she watched him, and without any fabric there she felt it drip down her bum. When his tongue licked her from her entrance and up to her clit, he groaned, his eyes momentarily rolling back in his head.
“You taste like all of my dreams coming true, Hermione,” he groaned, before leaning down and licking her clit slowly. Hermione’s hands flew to his hair, gripping it as if her life depended on it. Harry flicked his tongue in such a way, she briefly wondered if he was speaking parseltongue in her pussy. When he pressed a finger into her, quickly followed by a second, all thoughts left her brain. Hermione gasped and arched her back, the coil inside of her tightening rapidly.
He rhythmically moved his fingers, hitting her front wall deliciously. She was so close, and when she was right there, he sucked hard on her sensitive bundle of nerves and curled his fingers in the exact spot that made her see stars.
Hermione came with a cry, knowing she was gripping his hair enough to hurt but unable to care. He worked her through the aftershocks and removed his hand gently. When she finally looked down at him, he wore a large grin, his face glistening with her slick.
“You saturated me, love. I can’t get enough.” His voice was dark with desire. He stood and scooped her into his arms, and walked down the hall to her room.
Harry laid her gently on the bed, as if she was a precious gem, then crawled over her and stared at her with so much adoration it almost hurt.
He leaned down and kissed her softly once, then pushed his tongue into her mouth. Hermione could taste her essence on him, and it snapped something within her. She needed him inside her, needed him to fill her with his come.
Hermione wanted to take some control. She wrapped her arms around his neck and used her feet to push his joggers and pants down. She then snapped her own fingers and his t-shirt disappeared.
She reached between them and wrapped her hand around his thick cock, and guided him to her centre. His leaking tip was grazing her sensitive bundle of nerves, causing her breath to stutter, as she dragged him through her slick. Then she placed him at her entrance, and with no hesitation he slammed into her. She screamed as he filled her perfectly. Harry paused, giving her a few seconds to adjust.
“You are so fucking perfect,” he rasped.
“I need you to move,” she answered, feeling almost drunk on the sensation of how well he filled her.
He pulled out almost completely before slamming back into her, setting a punishing pace.
“Never going without you again,” he said between heavy breaths. He leaned his face to her chest and sucked one of her hardened peaks into her mouth. A wave of heat began to rapidly build in her core, and she dug her nails into his back, leaving her mark on him.
She pushed on his shoulder and rolled them over. The moment she sat on top of him, she revelled in the sensation of him stretching her open. Then she rocked her hips with abandon.
“Fuck, yes, just like that,” he groaned as one hand dug into the swell of her arse cheek, while the other slid to her centre and began circling her clit.
“Come inside of me, Harry. Fill me,” she cried just before her cunt clamped down on him, and her jaw dropped in a silent scream. A moment later she felt him explode inside of her as he came with a roar. Hermione collapsed on to his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her tightly.
“I love you,” he breathed into her ear.
Hermione’s eyes stung with tears. She had been waiting years for him to say that to her.
She turned her face to him and caught his eye.
“I love you too, Harry.”
For the rest of the night, they continued to show each other just how much they loved and missed the other, their bodies conversing like old friends.
Six months later
“Surprise!” a group of voices yelled, and Hermione gasped at the sight before her.
All of their friends were in the private room of the Leaky, sending them wide smiles and cheers. Hermione turned to Harry, who grinned sheepishly at her.
“You were that confident I would say yes, that you planned an engagement party?” she asked incredulously.
“Well, Pansy did most of the planning. But yes, I had no doubt you would say yes,” he replied with a smug grin. She leaned in and kissed him passionately, only stopping when someone- Theo, if she had to guess- wolf whistled at them.
Introducing Harry to the Slytherins had gone better than she expected. While Malfoy made another comment about a ‘Gryffindor invasion’, he said it without any heat, and simply gave Hermione a knowing look, as Luna shot her a wink.
“Smile, you two!” Luna called out later that evening, as Hermione sat on Harry's lap. Hermione smirked mischievously and held up her left hand, the large diamond ring Harry had gotten for her sparkling. Harry had been taken by surprise, busy kissing Hermione’s neck, so he was only half looking and half smiling.
Hermione knew this, because Luna had sent the photo to The Prophet, and it ran on the front page the following morning. Hermione bought two copies. One, to keep perfectly preserved and to look back on fondly. The other one was packed up and sent anonymously by express owl post to Ginevra Weasley in America. Hermione smiled as she watched the owl take off, revelling in the feeling of yet again, getting exactly what she wanted.