A/N: Here we are at the end! I know, I know. Some of you want to see what happened to Cho. I feel like it'll mess up the way the story was going if I added that in. That said I will write about it in a one-shot soon. Again, thank you to everyone who followed and supported this story. I am both happy and sad that this story is coming to an end. I hope those of you who have been reading TPC would continue to read my future stories. Again, thank you to TyrannicPuppy for his love for this fic. And to everyone, really! Till next time!

Two weeks later

The crowds' cheer was deafening. He'd been here before and he could never get used to the overwhelming feeling of love and support of the fans for the sport, especially for his team and his teammates. The cheers usually fueled his enthusiasm and drive to win the game, but there was a slight difference this time around.

Among the crowd was the one that drove him now. Her support and love were all he needed to push him to win this championship. She made him want to be a better man, not just for her, but for the two kids that looked up to and rely on him. She made him strive for the best and never be afraid to grasp his happiness—which was her, her son, and his godson.

He turned towards the stands where he knew she was with the kids. He didn't have to look for too long because, just like before, his magic pulled on hers. He found her easily enough and gave her a small wave. She gave him a winsome smile and blew a kiss at him. He pretended to catch it and placed his closed fist on his heart.

"Stop mooning over your woman and start looking for the Snitch, Potter!" Ron Weasley, his best mate, shouted at him from his right, where he was guarding the goalposts.

"Whatever, Weasley. You're just jealous!" Harry laughed before he flew away without waiting for Ron to respond. He looked at the giant clock that timed the game. They were only 15 minutes into the game, so Harry resumed his search for the Snitch. He wanted to finish it quickly so he could spend more time with his family.

As he thought of the word family, a wide, goofy smile emerged on his face. He couldn't wait to make it official. And he would, soon. He just had to catch the Snitch first, win the game, and get the League Cup this season.

He heard a buzzing sound on his left. He turned to see the Golden Snitch hovering near one of the stands. He abruptly changed directions and headed towards the location of the flying golden ball. When it realized that one of the Seekers had found it, it moved and began to fly around the stadium. As Harry chased after the Golden Snitch, the other Seeker caught up on his right. The other Seeker tried to derail Harry's pursuit of the Snitch but he wasn't the youngest and the best Seeker of the league for nothing.

Their goal points were close, with Puddlemere only leading with 20 points. But once Harry caught the Snitch, it would cement their win and the championship. The other Seeker began elbowing him and he ducked when he heard the whizzing of the Bludger heading his way. Unfortunately, the other Seeker didn't and was hit on the side of his body. Harry looked to his right and saw the other man hanging down his broom.

He ignored the other Seeker and continued following the Snitch. He leaned forward, almost flat on his broomstick, so he could accelerate faster. The Snitch's direction changed, flying up and down, trying to lose the player chasing after it. But now that Harry was on its trail, he was like a dog with a bone. He flew crazily around the stadium, he could only imagine the scare he was giving Hermione right now.

When he thought he was close enough, he reached out his arm to grab the Snitch.

"Come on. Come on. Come on." He kept repeating as his fingers grazed the casing of the Golden Snitch. In pure instinct, he pushed his legs against his broom, moving him forward. He quickly closed his fist around the flying ball just as he almost lost his balance on the broom. The crowds gasped at his movement and he was able to right himself just in time. He laughed as he did a loop in the air with his arm raised, the Golden Snitch fluttering its wings wildly in his hand.

"POTTER CAUGHT THE SNITCH! PUDDLEMERE UNITED IS THIS SEASON'S NEW LEAGUE CHAMPIONS!" The shout caster announced, his voice carrying beyond the stadium walls.

The crowd exploded and confetti cannons went off around the stadium with blue and yellow coloured papers flying about. He'd barely landed on the grass before his teammates were upon him.

"HELL YEAH!" Ron screamed as the team jumped on him.

"Bloody awesome catch, Potter!" Robinson Puck shouted as he put Harry in a headlock. All the pushing and pulling among the teammates caused them to fall on the ground in a heap. He didn't mind that the others were on top of him as they were all laughing and cheering.

Armond Lewis, the Puddlemere United coach, stood by the pile of bodies of his team with a stern look on his face. As every player looked at him, he broke into a small and rare smile. "Good job, team. Are you going to stay there on the grass all night or are we getting that damned trophy?"

Hermione and Harry agreed to meet at Firepit after the game. As champions, he and the team had to do press interviews and photo ops before they could leave the Quidditch stadium to celebrate. Seamus had closed the restaurant to host the private party, whether the team won the championship or not. But since they did, the party was going to be livelier and crazier that night.

She arrived at the restaurant with Ethan, Teddy, and Andi. The Weasley family arrived just after they did. The family and friends of the Puddlemere United team were beginning to fill up the place, drink and hor d'oeuvres were being served around. She settled both kids with the other players' children and went about to mingle with everyone. Hermione saw her best friend, Margarethe, just entered the establishment. Hermione smiled at the sight of Neville's arm wrapped around the blonde woman's shoulders.

"Hermione!" Margarethe called to her, waving her arm.

"Hey, you two!" Hermione greeted and kissed their cheeks as she approached them.

"Are they here yet?" Neville asked, craning his head to look around.

Hermione shook her head. "No, they're not here yet. You're just in time."

The players arrived ten minutes after that and the party blasted off right then. They barely had a moment alone but it was fine with Hermione because Harry deserved to celebrate their win and to enjoy the night with their loved ones. Every time they went to speak with other people, Harry would be touching her. Whether it's an arm around her shoulders or his hand clutching hers, he made sure that they kept a form of contact with each other. She wasn't sure but their forced separation might have contributed to his new clinginess. She didn't mind, of course, as she liked being near him, as well.

Hermione told him she would just check on the kids and he relented easily. After checking that the children were all right and that nothing was amiss, she stepped out of the room to the small veranda at the front of the restaurant. She took a deep breath of the autumn season and savoured the chilly temperature. She thought about how different her life was a year ago, today. If someone told her back then she would be where she was now, in love with the most amazing man, she would have thought them crazy and would recommend them to have themselves checked.

A familiar voice interrupted her musings. "Hey, love. I was looking all over for you."

She turned to see Harry leaning on the door frame, arms crossed but smiling at her. She returned his smile. "Sorry, I had to step out for a bit. It was getting a bit warm and stuffy inside with all the people."

"I know." He stepped out and reached for her hand. "You okay, though?"

Hermione tilted her head. "Of course, I am. Why do you ask?"

Harry gave her a half-shrug. "Nothing. Just making sure, I guess. I noticed you've been somewhat quiet all night."

She wrapped her arms around one of his, turned them towards the door and began walking back inside. "I'm perfectly fine, love. Nothing to worry about."

"Let's get one thing straight here, love. I will always worry about you," he argued.

Hermione rolled her eyes. I could only imagine how he's going to be when he finds out about my news, she pondered.

"Well, back at you. Now, let's get back to the party and have some fun, yeah?"

"Yes, ma'am."

They went around mingling with the people in the party again, but by this time, some of the guests had already left and it was getting quite a bit late.

"Here ya go, darling," Seamus said as he offered her a glass of red wine.

"Oh, no thank you, Seamus. I'll just have a glass of water." She gave an apologetic smile and when she turned to look at Harry, there was a frown on his face.

"That's your favorite wine, Hermione. I've never seen you refuse at least one glass and all night tonight you've refused every offer," he said in a low voice, the worry was back in his voice.

Hermione didn't realize how closely he'd been observing her all night, assuming he was busy entertaining their family and friends. She had wanted to tell him in private but she guessed she had to change her plans.

"Well," she began slowly. "The doctor said pregnant women can't have any kinds of alcohol, so I'll have to give up wine for a while," she stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

You could have heard a pin drop with how silent the room had become after her statement. She looked around the remaining guests in the restaurant as they stared dumbly at her. She had to keep herself from bursting out laughing from the looks on their faces. She looked back at Harry whose mouth had fallen open.

"Close your mouth, Harry. It's quite unsightly," she teased him.

Harry snapped out of his stupor and blinked once. "WHAT?!"

His yell caused everyone else to start talking and cheering, while he was still staring dumbly at her.

"P–pregnant?" He clarified.

Hermione chuckled then nodded. "Yes. I went to the doctor yesterday because I missed my period. I'm 6 weeks pregnant, give or take."

The smile that grew on Harry's face could only compete with the smile he gave her after she told him she loved him, too. She filed it away as one of her favorite Harry smiles. Then he began to laugh as he circled his arms around her and spun her around.

"Harry! You're going to make us dizzy and fall down!" Hermione admonished him through her own laughter.

"Oh! Sorry, sorry!" He put her down gently then turned towards the people closest to him.

"Did you hear?! I'm going to be a dad!" He shared excitedly. Catching sight of Teddy and Ethan, Harry winked and added, "Again."

Hermione watched him as he approached almost everyone in the room, sharing the news of her pregnancy even though she was sure everyone had heard her statement earlier. She waited for Harry to come back to her and when he did, he wrapped her in a tight hug.

"Thank you," he whispered against her ear. His breath caused a shiver to go through her.

"For what?" She breathed.

"For being the best catch of my life."

She stood on her toes and gave him a slow, lingering kiss.

"And you were mine."

FIN