Chapter Two

                                    

                                          
All too soon Hermione’s steps brought her to the lobby of Gringotts.
                          
The sharp tap of her heels on marble came to a halt and she took a second to examine the men waiting for her. Time had been very kind to both of them.
                          
Witch Weekly thought so too. They had collectively won every superlative the magazine awarded. Twice.
                          
Harry threw his head back and laughed at something Draco–Malfoy said. He put his hand on the blond man’s waist in what was obviously an unconscious and familiar move to both men. Malfoy smiled and their eyes met. They exchanged a look that Hermione could only describe as soft.
                          
Hermione’s heart twinged and she rubbed her sternum to ease the sensation.
                          
Malfoy, not Draco, she thought to herself. She didn’t remember when she had started referring to him as Draco in her head, but she really did have to stop before she slipped up in front of him.
                          
Harry was no longer the scrawny teenager he had been when she fell in love with him at 13. His hard work as an Auror had filled him out nicely. His shoulders were broad and his robes were just snug enough to show off his obviously muscular frame. He had let his scruff grow into a short beard and had grown out his unruly hair, choosing to wear it up in what Hermione had heard Ginny tease him was his “man-bun.”
                          
Harry glanced her way and caught sight of Hermione lingering by the employee entrance to the lobby. He grinned broadly at her, his eyes lighting up behind his glasses. Hermione watched as his fingers tightened on Malfoy’s side to get his attention. Malfoy looked up and caught Hermione’s eyes. He gave her a smirk and turned to greet her.
                          
Where Harry was bulkier, Malfoy was lean. He had grown into his pointy features. His jaw was still sharp, and she would describe him as angular, but he had filled out as well. He was slimmer than Harry, but still looked like he could hold her up against a wall and fuck until she was a babbling mess. His blond hair was no longer the gelled back helmet it had been at Hogwarts, but was still perfectly coiffed. He wore it neatly styled, short on the sides and slightly longer up top. Hermione longed to run her fingers through it and mess it up.
                          
It was only in retrospect that Hermione realized how scary thin they had all been at the end of the war. She herself had developed what she would refer to as curves on a good day, and lumps on a bad one. Long days in front of computer screens and books did not lend themselves to a toned and svelte figure. Rather, her once narrow frame and protruding hip bones had become generous hips, lush thighs, and full breasts. 
                          
Harry took a few long strides to meet Hermione and swept her up in a tight hug, his arms squeezing around her waist. 
                          
“Harry,” Hermione squeaked out, wrapping her arms around his neck. She was forced to lean into him as he lifted her off her feet.
                          
“Put me down you oaf!” She demanded, breathless with laughter.
                          
Harry set her down softly on her feet and brought his hand to her cheek.
                          
“Hello love,” Harry said, smiling at her warmly.
                          
His hand was gentle on her face, but she could feel his calluses and had to resist the urge to nuzzle into the contact.
                          
“Hello Harry, what a pleasant surprise.”
                          
“It’s been too long ‘Mione.” said Harry. Malfoy appeared over Harry’s shoulder and smiled at his boyfriend’s antics.
                          
“I saw you just a few weeks ago at the Burrow!”
                          
“But you ran out of there right after dinner and I didn’t even get the chance to talk to you!”