Harry/Hermione: "Muggle Summer, Wizard's Fall by Canoncansodoff

Title:  Muggle Summer, Wizard's Fall
Gaining Access: Nothing Special 
Author: Canoncansodoff 
Length/Word Count:  43 long and complex chapters so far. 
Alternate Links to Fic/Art: Muggle Summer Portal (this is the best place to go if you're a new reader) or at Portkey 
Pairing: Harry/Hermione.  Also Ron/Luna and various others
Rating: PG-13 
Author's Website: His FF.net Profile; his Portkey profile  Or the Portal mentioned above. 
Why everyone should read this: I'm really surprised it hasn't been recced before, but as far as I could find, it hadn't been.  Author's Summary: "A seventh-year saga that begins one hour after Dumbledore's funeral. Harry gets some unexpected and unexpectedly useful help from the Muggle World...so much that wonders whether the power he knows not is actually the British monarchy! HHr, RWLL" 

“Now, after all this, to my point,” she continued. “I had a chance to talk with some members of the Order this morning. Amazingly, some still think that even with Albus dead and your seventeenth birthday approaching that you should leave fighting Voldemort and the Death Eaters to the so-called adults.”

The Headmistress leaned forward, as if to share a secret. “You should know that I no longer live in that camp.”

“Ma’am?” Harry asked, uncertain what he had heard.

“What I’m trying to say is that…well…” She paused and gathered her thoughts. “I’m telling you, Harry, that while I may now have a good deal of legal control over your life that I have no intentions of exerting it. Unless, of course, you ask me to. What I’m trying to say is that I trust you…your ability to tell me what I can do for you, rather than expect you to trust me to decide on your behalf.”

“Wow,” was all that Harry could say. “Erm, thank you, ma’am. I don’t know what to say.”

The Headmistress stood and walked to the front of her desk. She leaned back and sat on the front edge, so that her knees were almost touching Harry’s as he sat in the chair.

“What I hope you’ll say is that you forgive me for not treating you this way sooner. What I hope you’ll say is that you’ll be willing to accept any maternal advice I might offer as freely given, and free to ignore. What I hope you say is that you won’t mind if I give you a hug that would make Molly Weasley proud.”

Harry stood, rather awkwardly, given how little space there was between them.

“Okay,” Harry said. “First, I forgive you, even though I don’t think you should apologize for doing what you thought was best. Second, I can’t imagine how I’ll defeat Voldemort without the benefit of your advice and support, so I am thrilled to hear you say you’ll offer it. And, third….” Harry finished his answer by wrapping his arms around his Headmistress.