Notes: I believe that this is a way that things could have gone after the war. None of them were made for a normal life, especially after the war. How were they supposed to just go back to doing normal things with what they had experienced?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter obviously.

He would watch the whole world go up in flames as long as that was what she wanted.
He would do anything she wanted him to do just as long as it made her smile.
She was the same way. They both just wanted the other to smile.
The war had ended years ago, but in all of them, it was still going on.
They couldn't ever get past it.

Ron had left them again. It was just Harry and Hermione all over again.
But they secretly liked it that way.
In the mornings, they shared soft kisses and promises of the better.
At night, they cried into each others arms and fucked until they could no longer remember their own names or that the war was really over.

It was like trying to find the horcruxes all over again.
Hermione always kept her bag ready to run off at a moments notice.
Harry would spend hours just touching his scar, secretly wishing for it to burn.

They weren't made for the normal world. They were made for fighting, running, and adventures.
The anniversary of the war, Hermione whispered into Harry's ear as they were drifting to sleep.
"This isn't for us. We aren't made for the normal."
She drifted to sleep, and Harry was awake, head reeling with what she said. She was right.
He murmured next, arms wrapping around her naked body, head tucked into her neck.
"If only the war had never ended."

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