Is It Such A Mystery How I Fell For You

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When Harriet Lily Potter was five years old, she made two decisions that would forever affect her life.

The first was to shorten her own name to the much easier to manage 'Harry'. A nickname to herself, considering she had no friends who would be able to bestow this gift upon her.

The second, was her decision on what to do with her life. After listening to her Aunt Petunia waffle on to the neighbours about how Vernon treated her so fine, Harry decided she too would get married to a man who could look after her.

Only, not a man like Vernon, who was violent and turned red/purple far too easily. Harry was almost convinced the man was a shape shifting alien and whenever he got angry, she found he lost his hold on the human form and started reverting to his true nature.

So no, Harry did not want a Vernon at all. She wanted the opposite, someone strong, fit and quick. And they'd have to be smart, because Harry was smart -the teachers told her so- and she wouldn't be able to put up with someone as dumb as Dudley. So they had to be smart and strong, so they could take care of her.

And Harry would be smart and she would make sure she could look after her future husband too.

It was at the age of five that Harry Potter decided that her ultimate goal in life was to have a family of her own.

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Somewhere between Hogwarts and Voldemort, Harry lost sight of her goal, her desire to marry and settle down and have a family. It wasn't until the Wizarding World began demanding too much of her, demanding all of her, that she remembered and knew she had to get out.

It was after a bit of research that she found out about the Elemental Nations from a book in the Black vault.

It was a month after she sent a letter that a ninja came to extract her from England. Her and all her wealth. Not that Harry cared, she knew she was a catch for any country.

The man that came for her wore a white mask in the style of a dog, with spiky silver hair and stood a half foot taller than her. Harry really liked the uniform, the bare arms on show were all muscle. It really shouldn't have surprised her that she got her first crush since Krum almost right away.

Only, this fluttery feeling didn't leave her alone until she finally decided she needed to go on a date with that guy.

Almost a year, it took her almost a year to track him down. And even then it was only because the Hokage had taken pity on her. He, along with the Yamanaka, was the only one to know the full extent of her 'kekkei genkai' and they worked closely together. He was the one to point her to 'Hatake Kakashi' and she would be forever thankful.

Even if things weren't perfect.

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"Mmm, you're still here."

Running her fingers up Kakashi's arm, Harī allowed a smile to grace her lips. Even though they'd been on a multitude of dates in the nine months they'd been seeing one another, not once had she woken up to find Kakashi still in bed with her.

The silver haired nin in question blinked sleepily, looking just a little bit stunned that he was here himself.

Feeling daring, Harī twisted about till her lips were against Kakashi's neck, sucking on the tender skin that was almost riddled with scars. The man that fought to keep his country safe, Harī could certainly admire someone like that.

"How'd you feel about morning sex?"

Lone dark eye peering up at her, a small smile slowly pulling at Kakashi's lips, lifting the big scar that dissected his left eye.

"I wouldn't know."

Purring slightly in the back of her throat and feeling far more confident than she ever had at Hogwarts, Harī began letting her hands trail down Kakashi's very muscular chest.

"Then I guess we better try it more than once. Just so you've got a good collection of results to refer to." Yes, moving to Konoha had been her best decision to date.

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Kakashi looked disbelieving when Harī told him it'd been a whole year since they'd gone out on their first date. She could almost hear his thoughts -I've never been with someone this long- and she could almost admit to feeling a bit smug.

Harī liked Kakashi though, really, really liked him. Perhaps it was even love for her right then. It certainly was now.

Whenever she sat down and just thought about it, the witch was more than happy to admit that her five year old self had probably dreamed of someone like Kakashi. If she discounted the eccentricities and the things little five years olds didn't know about. But his weird traits were something Harī found several different shades of affection for. She loved the little eye smiles, the way he hunched slightly closer whenever she stood next to him, the brush of his mask against her skin whenever he decided to whisper something in her ear.

And while he was constantly late to things and yes it did annoy her when he was an hour late to when they said to meet, it wasn't something she wouldn't put up with. In fact, she'd just changed the meeting times in her head, and would usually end up getting there ten minutes before he arrived. Though she wasn't sure if Kakashi had caught on yet.

"A year?" The man mused, eyebrows puckered above his nose and Harī chuckled under her breath, teeth dragging across her bottom lip.

"Yep. A whole year of my pleasant company."

Kakashi hummed, one arm reaching down to wrap around her waist, gloved hand gripping her hip. And really, Harī knew she was about to ruin someone's day, whoever was suppose to be meeting with Kakashi later on, but-

"Wanna celebrate?"

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Sometimes, she wondered how Hermione and Ron would feel about Kakashi. She still considered the two friends, but not as close as they'd once been.

The duo had become infatuated with the idea of fame in the Wizarding World. Ron had what he'd always wanted and Hermione had the power to make the changes she'd wanted. The two hadn't really tried to stop the public from asking more of her. It was probably the reason she'd only left the duo a letter saying she was leaving.

But right now, sat in one of Kakashi's old ANBU shirts that came to rest a third of the way down her thighs, Harī found herself up to a desk, ready to write a letter to England for the first time in three years.

Drumming her fingers across the wooden surface the redhead stared down at the sheet of paper, chewing on her lip as she did so. How to phrase it though? How to tell her old best friends why she'd left, that she was most certainly happy here with her steady boyfriend and that they'd really couldn't visit. How did you put that into a letter?

Scowling, Harī scrunched up the paper that was addressed to Hermione and Ron, instead snatching up a new sheet and addressing Mrs Weasley. The woman could pass the information on. She'd probably -hopefully- be happy to learn that Harī was happy. Harī liked to think so anyway.

And she was happy with Kakashi.

Looking up at the little photo on the desk, Harī found warmth bubbling up in her stomach. Armed with a magical camera -having given the three other she had to the Hokage's ANBU, Harī had got a photo of herself and Kakashi when the ninja was laid out across the sofa reading that orange book. Harī had no problem at all with that book, it made things… Interesting. It was a good read too. This particular day, she'd been snuggled up beside the Jonin, reading the book alongside him. With the literature not quite in the picture, it made for a heart-warming photo.

Finishing off her letter to Mrs Weasley, Harī hesitated for a second before throwing the picture into the envelope too. So the woman would have physical evidence that Harī was happy.

Even if she might be a bit confused by Kakashi's mask.

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"I'll pay what he's short."

The two paused in their argument, one little blond twisting around to look at her at the same pace as the middle aged merchant did.

Pursing her lips, Harī looked down at the blue eyed kid -orphan, there was no way he wasn't an orphan- and then back to the vendor that was so blatantly trying to rip the kid off.

She wasn't going to call him out on it though.

Report him to the Hokage? Oh yes.

But call him out on it in the middle of the street? Nope.

"Come on kid, I'll help you take this stuff back to your apartment."

And that was the day Harī won the undying loyalty of one Uzumaki Naruto.

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When Kakashi proposed in front of his team, Harī was unable to fully hide the joy that raced through her veins. Not that she cares to.

Hearing the outraged cries of Team Seven was brilliant, and Harī felt a little smirk cross her face as she pulled the hem of Kakashi's mask back up.

Little five year old Harriet would be so pleased. She had her husband -well, fiancé- and he was perfect in her eyes. She would have no one else, didn't want anyone else. Yes, step one towards her dream was finally complete. Speaking of-

"I have a surprise too," Harī mused rubbing her nose against Kakashi's in an Eskimo kiss. "It's a good thing we moved into a house, because my flat wouldn't have fit three people, even if one is tiny."

Decided this'll be a two shot on here. But I'll be continuing it on AO3 -there's a link to my account on my profile- seeing as I'll be writing a little naughtier -which apperantly a few people want to read- so if you're interested, I'll be adding to that soon. Mainly because I don't dare write anything naughtier on here. So, yeah.

Tsume

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