Christmas Day – Morning
Within the tent, Hermione awoke to the sounds of birds chirping and townspeople chatting in the distance outside.
After they had settled inside the tent the night before, Hermione held Harry close in her arms as they slept lying face to face. She knew this would be a painful place to visit for Harry, but knew that it was important.
Lightly brushing his hair from his eyes, she felt Harry snuggle closer in response.
Ron released a long yawn, and slowly stretched out his arms as he got up from his cot on the far side of the tent.
Seeing Harry and Hermione intertwined, Ron carried on towards the kitchen to begin making breakfast. He still felt uneasy about their new relationship, but figured he wouldn't upset Harry anymore than he already was. Harry needed his best mate, not additional stress.
Harry and Hermione awoke to the scent of potato cakes being served. Joining Ron at the large table, they offered their thanks to him for preparing the meal.
"So, where do you think the next Horcrux is?" asked Ron.
"I'm not sure. I know how it will sound, but…I want to explore…my house," Harry suggested slowly.
"Sweetheart, I don't know. It's dangerous," Hermione replied cautiously.
"I know. Which is why you won't be coming with us when we go there," replied Harry shortly.
"Oh, here we go," muttered Ron, rolling his eyes.
"Harry, please…" she began.
"Hermione, I conceded about you continuing on with us, please just do this one thing for me. Stay here. I won't be concentrating on locating Horcruxes if I'm constantly worrying about you and the babies," reasoned Harry.
Steadying a breath, she silently agreed.
"Thank you, 'Mione," replied Harry.
Finishing his last bite of potatoes, "Shall we then?" proposed Ron.
"We shall," replied Harry, kissing Hermione softly on the lips as he got up from the table. "Stay," he reiterated once more with pleading eyes.
Smiling, she waved as they walked out, "Be careful!" she called out.