Author's Notes:

Sexy fun, Draco humour, and an original spell in this last chapter, just for you! :)

That's all the encouragement I need to move forward. I waste no time pulling my glasses from my face, setting them aside, and then crawl up her body, closing the gap between us to claim her mouth. She draws in a sharp breath as we at last meet.

The kiss is soft, scary, lingering—everything a first kiss should be.

When my head starts swimming, I pull back.

"Tell me to stop now, if you don't want this."

Rather than pushing me away, she instead pulls me towards her with a hand around my neck. "I want this, Harry. I've wanted this for months and months," she admits, her voice trembling ever so slightly, and I'm done for. "Maybe even for years and years, too."

I lean back in at the same time as she does, and we capture each other. How incredibly sweet she is! Like honey, just as I've imagined a thousand times.

The kiss quickly becomes impatient and passionate, mirroring our need for each other, and before I can register my actions, I have her on her back and our hands and mouths are all over each other. Gone is the gentleness, replaced with a ravenous hunger. God, she tastes like melted sugar from head to toe.

As I bare her inch by inch, I find her nipples are succulent, ripe berries, her vanilla-scented skin is soft like confectioner's powder, and between her legs she's all treacle syrup, dripping down my throat as I bring her to the edge and tip her over with my thrusting tongue and suckling mouth. She's sensitive, responsive, and sexy as fuck. My perfect goddess.

As I work my way back up her body to her mouth, I let her taste her own perfection. She groans and raises her hips to ride one of my thighs. At the same time, she reaches between us and unbuttons my jeans, reaching in. Her fingers brush over my straining, dripping wet erection.

"Oh!"

Her hand pulls slightly back from surprise, but then ducks back in for a second go. She stretches her long, elegant fingers around my cock, running her palm over the underside of it, feeling its size.

"Oooh," she purrs.

That reaction gives me pause. "But you've seen me already. Twice," I remind her, feeling my cheeks glowing from those memories. "Remember?"

Her slow, naughty smile does wicked things to me. "Only a quick glimpse, both times. Not enough to know." Her gaze dips down and the gold flecks in her eyes practically glow in the dappled sunlight filtering through the tree branches above us. She licks her lips.

A groan is torn from my throat as she takes her time stroking me, slathering my pre-release all over my shaft.

"I want this," she whispers her secret, and her gaze flicks up to me. "Can we?"

I nod and reach into my back pocket for my wallet, where I carry a spare Muggle condom, for emergencies… only to find my wallet's not there. I groan remembering that I've left it by my bedside table upstairs in the house, not thinking I'd need it.

My bad luck strikes again.

"Condoms are in the house," I tell her with a sigh. "I don't suppose you're on any potion or birth control?"

She shakes her head. "No need. I haven't dated anyone in a while."

"Let's go inside‒" I start to say, when Misfortune decides to once more kick me in the arse hard.

"Well, well, can't say I'm totally surprised."

Hermione and I both freeze in place, and from the wide-eyed expression on her face, I can see that she recognises that awful voice the same as I do. How could either of us forget it, having been on the receiving end of its taunting for years?

Quickly, I grab the edge of the blanket and toss it over my girl, spilling her lovely picnic basket all over the grass. I then tuck myself in and rebutton my jeans before turning around to face my one-time rival, now co-worker at the Ministry.

"How the hell did you get in here, Malfoy?"

Smirking, grey eyes glimmering with mischief, Draco looks between me and Hermione and practically crows with delight. "Your Floo was open, Potter. I did try to call, but you didn't answer. Now I know why." His smirk blooms into a full-on, shit-eating grin that's nearly blinding in its whiteness.

"Why are you here?" I growl, wanting the wanker to get to the point and get out. We may have to work together, and he's better than he was back in school, but he's still an unbelievable git most of the time and he gets on my pecs as no one else can.

Still, he is the best bloody prosecutor the Ministry's seen in a century. His conviction rate is a crazy success. I need him to assure the work my Aurors do don't end with some sleaze-bag back out on the streets continuing a life of crime, and he knows it.

He holds up his black attaché. "Your artefact thief's trial starts next week. I had some last minute questions while I prepare my opening statement."

Running a hand through my hair, I sigh. "Fine, just… give me ten minutes. I'll meet you in the living room."

"Sure, Potter." He's serpentine smug when he concedes. He's never going to let me live this one down. The man knows how to keep his mouth shut, though, so I'm not concerned about anyone's reputations getting put through the ringer. Still, I'll have to live with his ribbing forever now. Fucking great.

Glancing around me, he winks at Hermione. "It was great seeing you, Granger."

"Shove it where it'll hurt, ferret," she snarls, and he laughs, turning on his heel and heading back into the darkened house.

I kneel down at her side, infinitely sorry that our moment has to be delayed. "I'm sorry. I forgot to shut the Floo when you came through this morning."

She's blushing red hot, but gives me a wry smile. "It's okay, Harry. You just have really rotten luck right now." She looks around me at the drying mirror. "We'd better get that thing fixed fast, though. You're starting to rub off on me."

A chuckle works its way up from my belly. "I certainly hope to keep rubbing on you."

Shyly, she sits up, clutching the blanket to her naked form. "Me, too," she shyly admits and places a tempting kiss on my lips. "Later, though."

I help her to her feet, assuring the blanket covers her, and then gather up our clothing. Before turning into the house, I take her hand and kiss the backs of her knuckles with all reverence. "Tomorrow, let's try fixing the mirror then. Maybe tomorrow night… we can celebrate."

She leans into me and I juggle the clothes to hold onto her. "I hope so." She sighs against my nipple, and the cool air against such a sensitive part gets me hard as a rock again.

"Me, too."

Because honestly, I don't think I can wait another twenty-four hours to have her.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

There's so much anxiety about moving the mirror between my place and the Ministry that I think I'm going to pop a gasket. It's Hermione who sits me down and calmly gives me a solution, of course: she will shrink the mirror until it's small enough to fit in my palm and will put around it a magical stasis field to protect it from shattering. I will then carry it all the way down to the Department of Mysteries, where the Mirror of Erised's frame has been stored, we'll reverse the Shrinking spell on it, mount it in the frame, and the rest will be history.

As we get ready to leave, my shitty luck puts in another appearance: the Floo starts acting wonky. It spits undigested Floo powder all of the living room, covering the carpets, the walls, the furniture, the baby grand piano I'd just had tuned… and me and Hermione.

Head to toe, we're coated with green, sparkly dust.

My first reaction is to cast an Avada on myself, but Hermione's laughter is infectious, and before long, I'm gasping for breath and there are green tears streaming down my cheeks—both our cheeks, actually, as she's laughing as hard as I am.

Thank goodness magic makes cleaning so easy. With a wave of her wand, we're both spotless again.

"What say we take the underground?" I suggest.

"And hope there aren't any more delays," she agrees.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

We make it to the Ministry after one train delay of seven and a half minutes, dodging the flirtatious attentions of an elderly woman who chased me all the way up to street level, and an overturned rubbish bin blocking the way. All-in-all, not that bad a journey.

Here in the Department of Mysteries, in a room specifically designed to house artefacts yet to be catalogued by the Unspeakables, the Mirror of Erised's empty middle seems to be calling me to fix it. I can practically feel its desire to be whole once more.

Reversing the Shrinking spell on the tiny mirror in my hand goes fine, and Hermione and I both let out a relieved breath, as that was the part that most worried us; the stress of shrinking and unshrinking might have cracked the glass. We carefully move the resized mirror into position, adjusting the old-fashioned metal mounting clips on the back to lock the mirror into the frame.

"Now the spell," I mumble, concerned I'll cock it up thanks to my bad luck and that will be the end of it.

Hermione encourages me with a steady hand on my arm. "You can do this, Harry. You're powerful, but delicate enough to pull off this spell. Just believe in yourself."

Her faith in me makes me feel as if I can move mountains. I nod, close my eyes, and concentrate on the spell. I can feel its effect in my head and use my own feelings to augment its strength. When I'm ready, I place the tip of my wand against the mirror and murmur the new spell:

"Revelio Veritas. Reveal the truth."

The mirror wavers as the spell takes hold, and then the liquid surface solidifies, and all that reflects back is me and my wand. I feel a tingle of softness, like a gentle snow drifting over me, and I know in that moment my magical aura has been fixed. No more negatively-charged electromagnetic energy from me.

No more bad luck!

I then take a piece of paper out of my pocket, one I'd had a Latin transcription made of a phrase I want to replace the one at the top of the mirror's frame. Using my wand, I erase the archaic, dead language and replace it in English with my new wish for whomever looks into this mirror from now on:

"In conspectus, et cognition veritas. WYSIWYG."

Hermione reads it aloud, struggling through the translation. "Seeing is smart truth?"

I put my arm around her and draw her in, reciting the phrase I'd memorized months ago, when I'd decided on the mirror's new purpose: "'In sight, truth and knowledge.' The two things Professor Dumbledore had told me once the Mirror of Erised could not give. Well, now it will."

I wave my hand at the glass and see my reflection mimic it.

"See, it's just a regular mirror now, so they'll be no disillusions or false hope from it ever again. We'll call it the Mirror of Veritas—the Mirror of Truth. With a name like that, everyone will think it's magical."

"It's a trick, just like that one time with Ron and the Felix Felicis. How brilliant, Harry!" Hermione says, sounding awed. "Oh, and WYSIWYG—what you see is what you get! You used a Muggle-ism as a fake incantation to further the belief the mirror's magical!" She turned in his arms and hugged him close. "You're quite the clever fellow, aren't you, Mister Potter?"

I can't help but smirk as arrogantly as a Malfoy. It's not often I impress Hermione Granger. "With this amazing physique I've managed to convince you to be mine, so I suppose I must be."

"Have you?" she teases, walking her fingers down my chest, heading towards a place guaranteed to get her on her back. Clearly, she knows it, too. "Are you sure about that?"

I don't care that standing guard at the door is Malfoy's best friend and Hermione's co-worker, Theodore Nott, watching us with his beady, little Unspeakable eyes, cataloguing everything we do and anxious to kick us out of his territory. I grab hold of Hermione and pull her hard into me, pressing my growing erection against her.

"Positive, Ms. Granger," I tell her in a low, sensual growl in her ear. "Let me show you."

I Apparate us out of the Department of Mysteries right under Nott's nose and take us to the Lobby, where I Floo Hermione and me back to Grimmauld Place.

This time, I lock the Floo behind us.

~FIN~

Author's Final Notes:

Well, a fun little Harmony romp here. Hope you've enjoyed it. No sequel planned - I like it just as it is. Hope you did, too! Please leave me a review and let me know!