that it almost felt like they had always been this way. It was as though she wasn't complete until she had met them – none of them had been. There were traces of the other two in all of them. In fact, sometimes it was hard to tell whose mannerisms or nervous habits were whose anymore.

They were the best friends she could've hoped for and vowed to one day pay them back for everything they had done for her, even if they hadn't realised they were doing it.

"Thank you," she whispered sincerely.

"This isn't just about you," Ron laughed. He flicked his wand and his cloak cam soaring towards them. "It's ten years of the trio!"

Harry winced as he opened the door to let the other two walk through.though they weren't acting like monkeys but fully-trained Aurors and national heroes.

"How did I end up with you two?" she sighed when they had finished.

"I think it was something about a feather," Harry replied, "Ron's people skills and Professor McGonagall not being sure of what the correct procedure is when dealing with three first years, a mountain troll and a destroyed girls' toilets."

Ron frowned down at Hermione. "I'm still not over you losing us those five house points, you know."

"Yeah," agreed Harry grumpily, "thanks, Hermione."

"Oh, grow up."

Shaking her head in resignation but smiling anyway, Hermione linked arms with both of them, her best friend and her husband, the Chosen One and the King, and started dragging them towards the lifts, secretly hoping that the day that they grew