Hey folks!

Just a little one-shot that popped into my head yesterday evening. I've been in a bad habit for several years now of planning longer stories but then run out of steam or writing time and never end up publishing anything, so hopefully this is a remedy to that! Forget canon endings for this one (I certainly prefer to pretend that things went differently...) and feel free to invent your own backstory to the lead up of this fic.

Cheers!

"Hermione?"

"Yes, Harry?" the brunette brushed one of her curls out of her face as she stood up to meet her husband, analytical mind quickly taking in his slightly-sheepish crooked smile that never failed to make her heart speed up even after five years together. And despite her elevated heartrate, she knew that expression all too well, even from before they married. "Are you about to suggest something that can break magic again?"

It was one of their longest standing points of debate: Harry would perform a feat of magic, and Hermione would stress for the next month over the impossibility of it all, until he managed to either distract her (and usually in the most rewarding of ways!) or teach her his methods behind the spell. She knew that life with the Man-Who-Was-Victorious would never be normal, but her own background in arithmancy tended to scream in frustration when he was able to break the laws of magic on a regular basis.

"Well, I've been doing some thinking..." he started off, running a hand through his already messy hair and moving closer towards her favorite reading spot in the manor.

"That's new," she allowed herself a slight smile as she stepped to meet him.

"Rude," he commented with a slight huff, though that didn't stop him from pulling her into a tight embrace. She knew that he wasn't actually offended by the way one hand immediately buried into her chocolate tresses and began to stroke the back of her neck. She shivered slightly and pressed herself closer to his form.

"Anyways, before you interrupted me," he leaned back enough to look down into her eyes, and she was struck once again at how much he'd grown since their first meeting on the train so long ago, "I was going to ask if you still had that fantasy?"

She blinked and her cheeks tinted slightly. She was only slightly embarrassed when she had to ask "Which one? You know I've told you quite a few since we got together…"

His smile widened as he leaned in to kiss just behind her ear, causing her to shiver again despite the perfect summer weather. "I was thinking of the one from third year? Involving multiple copies of each other using the time turner?"

Her slight blush deepened, as she pressed her face to his chest and looked down. "You know that's not possible, Harry. We smashed all the time turners at the Ministry at the end of fifth year!" Which was a crying shame, because of all her intimate imaginations, the thought of several Harry's, or two or more of herself, together in the bedroom would probably never leave her mind.

"I wasn't talking about time turners, 'Mione," his voice had gained a slight husk to it that usually promised a very enjoyable time for them both. "I was thinking about Reflections."

Somehow, she could hear the capital 'R' on the word. "Oh? And what's a Reflection, Harry?" she quirked an eyebrow at him, and was inwardly pleased at seeing him swallow, the slight increase of his own pulse evident from her hands pressed against his chest. She so loved to push his buttons sometimes and would never claim to be perfect about intentionally pushing his buttons for an inevitable reaction.

Especially a pleasurable reaction.

"I may have figured out something new," he said, leaning back and knocking on the wall behind him. To her complete shock, a perfect copy of her husband walked in and leaned against the doorway. Despite the distance, every little detail from the relaxed stance and cocky smile screamed that this individual was also Harry. "A new spell that lets Reflections step out of a mirror, for up to an hour if you push enough magic into it."

"And the Reflection has all the same physical capabilities and reactions of the caster."

Hermione's mind went blank as it tried to process two different lines of thought simultaneously. The first line wanted her to demand an explanation immediately, so that she could figure out how in Merlin's name he had pulled this off.

The other line of thought was screaming at the first to shut up and grab both doppelgangers and drag them to the bedroom before the precious hour was over.

Harry's grin widened as his beautiful wife pulled his hand and snagged the elbow of his Reflection as she strode from the library towards their room. He knew there'd be hell to pay later, once the action was over and she was in a mood to grill him over his latest stunt/feat, but for now his thoughts were entirely consumed by the petite brunette that had changed the course of his life.

"And all to think, it only took me 1462 tries to figure it out!" he had one last thought before Hermione threw him into the room and slammed the door shut.

"Worth it!"

So was it worth it? Drop a quick review if you've got time, I appreciate constructive feedback! Have a rockin' time, and thanks for reading!

-Echo