The first two months passed in a similarly awkward fashion. Hermione explored the comfortable three-storey London townhouse they shared, not too far from Harry’s. In the mornings, they went on walks and had regular checkups at St. Mungo’s. They ate their meals together. He told her stories of his Auror training; how they re-connected at the DMLE; and details of their courtship. He told her about Australia. How they went every year to visit her parents. Just to watch them from afar. 