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Harry and Hermione were the first to arrive at the Great Hall the next evening. Cousin Tonks had asked Harry to help them out with the setup and Hermione volunteered to join.
“Wotcher Harry!” Tonks waved over as they levitated the Hufflepuff table to the far wall.
“Hello, Professor Tonks,” Harry smirked as Tonks rolled their eyes at the title.
“I’m only a professor when Moony needs a break.”
Remus walked in from the back door, sighed, and mumbled, “And I need a break often.” Or at least that was what it looked like from reading his lips. Harry stifled a snort.
“Hello Harry, Hermione, help me over here please?” Remus waved them over to the back.
Harry and Hermione carefully weaved through the flying Great Hall tables as Tonks continued to stack them atop each other on one far wall.
Remus had a pile of cushions behind the door that led to the hallway behind the Great Hall. “Bring these in, please, and set them up along the opposite far wall. I need to make sure no students come in before we’re ready.”
They nodded and whipped their wands out to levitate them.
“Why couldn’t we have just conjured these cushions instead?” Harry asked as he attempted to levitate a group of cushions in one go.
Hermione shrugged. “Conjuring this many cushions would take time. And they would fade away at some point—perhaps too soon for Remus to risk it.”
The pile of cushions Harry was levitating tumbled over each other and fell to the ground near the Head Table. Harry snorted. “Yeah, I guess it would suck if we stunned someone into a cushion only for the cushion to fade away just before they landed on it.”
Hermione laughed and Harry felt their bond burn with pleasure and joy. He snuck to her side in a quick step and placed a kiss on her cheek. “Engagement bonds are kind of addicting.”
She smiled up at him as she perfectly levitated several cushions to the appropriate area. “Maybe if people knew how lovely love bonds were, they’d be more highly sought after.”
“Maybe.” But Harry felt he was luckier than most. The Potter gift never felt more like a blessing than it did at that moment. “I’m glad—” His cheeks flamed red. He didn’t know how to finish that statement.
“Harry?” Hermione nudged his shoulder. “I can feel your embarrassment, you know. Tell me.”
His blush lessened only a little. “I’m glad our kids will have this gift.”
Hermione’s cheeks flushed red but their bond burned with her pleasure and glee. “Me too,” she whispered.
The doors to the Great Hall opened and Harry and Hermione rushed to finish levitating the cushions. Right as the bell struck seven, signaling the beginning of the meeting, they finished with some help from Draco and Nev.