"I’m launching a bid for Minister of Magic,’ she told him as she took it back. She didn’t know why she said it. Barely anyone knew, apart from Harry, but Harry knew everything there was to know about her. She hadn’t even told him so much as developed the idea with him: long nights at Grimmauld, teacups in hand, his gaggle of beautiful children fast asleep in their rooms, you’d do a better job of it than anyone else, Hermione.