Hermione squinted her eyes to get a clearer look at her face in the mirror. Age had almost certainly taken its toll, for now her forehead was lined with wrinkles, with deep crow's feet 'round her eyes. Her neck sagged too as did her cheeks. Her locks, once bushy and brown, were now grey and neatly tied into a bun. Distancing herself from the mirror, she let out an audible sigh but it had little to do with her being disappointed with her aged features. Quite the contrary, she had always relished the thought of growing old and wrinkly, especially with Harry by her side. But today was different, something almost sinister. Just this morning, Harry had survived a fall which would most likely have proven fatal, had he not been lucky. The silly old man had been trying to raid the kitchen for Caramel Cobwebs which they had received for Christmas from...um, someone, Hermione couldn't quite remember who. She had thought it best to hide the sweets from her husband who unlike in his youth now suffered from diabetes and some weight issues. In truth though, she was, to some extent, responsible for Harry's weight problems as once they had both retired, she had developed a passion for cooking and would often spoil Harry with dishes so toothsome it made Hogwarts Feasts pale in comparison. She blushed as she remembered how Harry would always kiss her knuckles after taking the first bite. Reeling back from the mirror, she again squinted her eyes to get a proper look at the wall clock and from what she could make out, decided that it was time for Harry's medicine but as usual, she had forgotten her glasses and her wand. Her sight had grown questionable during her 80s and now at 145, her ancient bones and hips made it a daunting task to search the house. How cruel was it that in her old age, being able to read books had become next to impossible without her glasses. Her slipping memory didn't help matters much either. Too tired to search for her glasses and wand and to find the right medicine, she took the entire tray and slowly headed down the stairwell, holding the railing tightly with one hand and the medicine tray in another. Oh, how her back was killing her! Harry was napping, and well, of course, he was. Wrapped in a warm woolen blanket, he sat in his armchair, snoring loudly by the fireplace. He'd most likely be appalled by his snores if he could hear 'em but these days he was a wee bit hard of hearing. In his old age, his looks resembled those of Dumbledore's, replete with a long silver beard, though he had attained a bit of weight and also had a somewhat of a bald spot in the frontal parts of his hairline. Hermione gently stroked her elderly husband's cheek which jolted him awake. "Hermione..." he muttered. "Just a minute, love. I need your help to-" "-to make out the medicine labels?" he teased. She playfully swatted his arm which made him laugh so much he started coughing. As Hermione gently rubbed his back, Harry checked the labels and gulped down the pills. "Oh Harry!" Hermione sighed as she wrapped her arms around him and rested her face on his chest. "It feels as if only yesterday when I fixed your broken glasses when we first met," she spoke softly but slowly so he could read her lips as tears filled her eyes and got lodged in her crow's feet. Harry cupped her face and wiped a tear down her cheek. He understood. "Love, I know. I know how much your sight and forgetfulness bothers you these days. But I'm not faring any better than you. I can't quite hear properly, you know that. And I need you just as much you need me. At our age, I can't quite fathom life without you. But we're quite lucky, aren't we? It's my ears that are a bother and for you, it's your sight, which means we can be each other's eyes and ears now. I know today was scary but don't worry, my love, you and I still have plenty of adventures left even well into our old age. A few hiccups and some weak bones won't stop the Potters now, will they?" Harry then proceeded to plant a kiss on her wrinkled forehead which made Hermione hug him even tighter. After what felt like a eternity packed in a minute, the elderly couple headed upstairs with Harry guiding Hermione in the right direction and Hermione holding him tight so they both wouldn't suffer a fall. That night, snug in their bed, Hermione, no longer worried about the pitfalls of old age and once again realized how beautiful the prospect of aging was!
Hermione squinted her eyes to get a clearer look at her face in the mirror. Age had almost certainly taken its toll, for now her forehead was lined with wrinkles, with deep crow's feet 'round her eyes. Her neck sagged too as did her cheeks. Her locks, ... old age stories
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A romantic thriller I'm writing about Harry and Hermione in their elderly years...they've been married for about a century now and still very much in love but as I said, this is a "Romantic Thriller", the later chapters will soon reveal just what I mean by it!

Hermione squinted her eyes to get a clearer look at her face in the mirror. Age had almost certainly taken its toll, for now her forehead was lined with wrinkles, with deep crow's feet 'round her eyes. Her neck sagged too as did her cheeks. Her locks, once bushy and brown, were now grey and neatly tied into a bun. Distancing herself from the mirror, she let out an audible sigh but it had little to do with her being disappointed with her aged features. Quite the contrary, she had always relished the thought of growing old and wrinkly, especially with Harry by her side. But today was different, something almost sinister. Just this morning, Harry had survived a fall which would most likely have proven fatal, had he not been lucky. The silly old man had been trying to raid the kitchen for Caramel Cobwebs which they had received for Christmas from...um, someone, Hermione couldn't quite remember who. She had thought it best to hide the sweets from her husband who unlike in his youth now suffered from diabetes and some weight issues. In truth though, she was, to some extent, responsible for Harry's weight problems as once they had both retired, she had developed a passion for cooking and would often spoil Harry with dishes so toothsome it made Hogwarts Feasts pale in comparison. She blushed as she remembered how Harry would always kiss her knuckles after taking the first bite. Reeling back from the mirror, she again squinted her eyes to get a proper look at the wall clock and from what she could make out, decided that it was time for Harry's medicine but as usual, she had forgotten her glasses and her wand. Her sight had grown questionable during her 80s and now at 145, her ancient bones and hips made it a daunting task to search the house. How cruel was it that in her old age, being able to read books had become next to impossible without her glasses. Her slipping memory didn't help matters much either. Too tired to search for her glasses and wand and to find the right medicine, she took the entire tray and slowly headed down the stairwell, holding the railing tightly with one hand and the medicine tray in another. Oh, how her back was killing her! Harry was napping, and well, of course, he was. Wrapped in a warm woolen blanket, he sat in his armchair, snoring loudly by the fireplace. He'd most likely be appalled by his snores if he could hear 'em but these days he was a wee bit hard of hearing. In his old age, his looks resembled those of Dumbledore's, replete with a long silver beard, though he had attained a bit of weight and also had a somewhat of a bald spot in the frontal parts of his hairline. Hermione gently stroked her elderly husband's cheek which jolted him awake. "Hermione..." he muttered. "Just a minute, love. I need your help to-" "-to make out the medicine labels?" he teased. She playfully swatted his arm which made him laugh so much he started coughing. As Hermione gently rubbed his back, Harry checked the labels and gulped down the pills. "Oh Harry!" Hermione sighed as she wrapped her arms around him and rested her face on his chest. "It feels as if only yesterday when I fixed your broken glasses when we first met," she spoke softly but slowly so he could read her lips as tears filled her eyes and got lodged in her crow's feet. Harry cupped her face and wiped a tear down her cheek. He understood. "Love, I know. I know how much your sight and forgetfulness bothers you these days. But I'm not faring any better than you. I can't quite hear properly, you know that. And I need you just as much you need me. At our age, I can't quite fathom life without you. But we're quite lucky, aren't we? It's my ears that are a bother and for you, it's your sight, which means we can be each other's eyes and ears now. I know today was scary but don't worry, my love, you and I still have plenty of adventures left even well into our old age. A few hiccups and some weak bones won't stop the Potters now, will they?" Harry then proceeded to plant a kiss on her wrinkled forehead which made Hermione hug him even tighter. After what felt like a eternity packed in a minute, the elderly couple headed upstairs with Harry guiding Hermione in the right direction and Hermione holding him tight so they both wouldn't suffer a fall. That night, snug in their bed, Hermione, no longer worried about the pitfalls of old age and once again realized how beautiful the prospect of aging was!

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