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I am back with yet another M rated fic. Yes. I'm thinking about maybe three chapters. Perhaps four. We'll see. But for now, here's chapter one, and I hope you enjoy it. It's kind of dry, but it's really important that you read it through; beginning to end. That way you'll understand the rest of the story.

Oh, and a little note to the people who somehow find it fun to flame me and/or others: They don't effect me. So if you want to waste your time flaming me, go right ahead. I'll either ignore it or take some good points and build on it.

Chapter One - Letters From An Old Friend

She hadn't seen him since before they left for Godric's Hollow. Her parents wouldn't let her go, and they caught her when she tried to sneak out. She had stopped trying to contact him when she had received no response after sending him over ten letters years after the War was over. Harry told her that he was busy.

'Yes. Yes, of course he is,' she replied, sighing deeply.

'You'll talk again,' Harry had assured her. She merely smiled.

Hermione,

I'm truly sorry for not contacting you before now; my life has been hell without you in it. I shouldn't have send Harry to you with that lame excuse. You must have seen right through it. That wasn't fair to you. I'm sorry.

But on a happier topic, I'm in town, and I'd love it if you would meet me for lunch. We need to catch up on a decade or two. Let me know when you're free.

Ron

She smiled as she stared at the signature.

'Mum? Are you OK?'

Hermione looked up to see her son leaning against the doorframe.

'I'm fine, Kit. What's up?' she replied, stuffing the letter into her robe pocket. Christopher Remus Granger arched an eyebrow. Fifteen years old, he had short brown hair and hazel-green eyes. He looked like a male version of his mother.

'Who's the letter from?' he asked. Hermione rolled her eyes.

'None of your business,' she replied.

'Bullshit!'

'Hey! Watch your language, Ron!'

'Whoa! Back up. Ron?' Kit questioned as Hermione's eyes widened.

'I can't believe I said that,' she whispered. Kit smirked in triumph.

'Who's Ron?'

'Just a friend.'

'A friend you've never mentioned before.'

'Kit, don't start with me.'

'Then tell me who he is!'

'No. Go to your room!'

'Mum – '

'NO! Go. Now.'

Kit let out an aggravated noise and stormed up to his room. Hermione waited until she heard the slamming of Kit's bedroom door before collapsing into the nearest chair and closing her eyes. After twenty years, Ron finally decides to contact her. Why did it take him so bloody long, anyway? She opened her eyes and stood up, intending to owl him back telling him that she was free the next day, and ask him where she should meet him. She had reached the desk and was about to write to Ron when she paused. Why should she bother meeting up with him. In fact, why should she even answer his letter?

Because you know you will anyway.

Hermione sighed. She pulled the chair close and sat down at the desk, poised to answer Ron's letter. She reread it when she finished.

Ron,

You're right. We have a lot to catch up on. I'm free tomorrow, so just tell me where I should meet you and when.

Hermione

She didn't know why it took her so long to write the letter (she was there at the desk for at least half an hour), but as she tied the parchment to the leg of Kit's owl, Simeon, and watched him fly off, she had no regrets about answering Ron.

'Mum?'

'Oh. Kit, Hun, I had to borrow Simeon for a bit. He should be back soon.'

'Okay,' Kit replied, moving from his place in the middle of the office to a chair beside his mother's. 'You answered him, didn't you?'

'Answered who?' Hermione asked, playing dumb. Kit seemed to see straight through it.

'Don't play dumb. You're extremely clever, so playing a role that's beneath you doesn't seem very smart,' he replied firmly. 'Now. This Ron guy. How old a friend is he?'

'First year of Hogwarts,' Hermione mumbled. Kit smirked.

'That was…ahem…a long time ago, huh?' he asked. Hermione snorted.

'Shut up,' she shot, but she was smiling. 'It was twenty-six years ago, for your information.'

'Yeah. A long time ago,' Kit stated, leaning back in his chair as his mother reached to swat him. He laughed.

'You laugh, but soon you'll be in my position. It seems like only yesterday I was dating the famous Quidditch player, Viktor Krum.'

'He was a Quidditch player?'

'Yes. I met him when I was fourteen. I remember that year oh too well. He had come to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament. We had a Yule Ball; only those in fourth year and up were allowed in unless asked by an older student. Apparently I looked amazing; all the girls in my dorm helped me get ready. I wasn't much of a girly girl back then, so I was grateful for the help. My hair looked amazing, and I loved my dress.'

'But why do you remember that so vividly?' Kit asked, always interested by his mother's stories of Hogwarts and all the adventures that she took with Uncle Harry. Hermione laughed.

'That was back when I had a crush on Ronald Weasley.'

'The guy who owled you today?'

'Yes. The guy who owled me today. He's not much to look at if you're really into looks, but it was more than his looks that caught my attention. It was mostly his personality. He was kind, loyal, brave, loving, had a mouth like a sailor, but he was so…Ron. And he was always there for me. Especially after Harry disappeared for over an hour. A Death Eater had entered him into the tournament. But that's a totally different story. Anyway, Harry had disappeared for a bit, and we were both dead worried about him, but when I was clutching to Ron's chest, I felt so safe and warm and it was almost as if nothing could hurt me as long as Ron was there, holding me.'

'Aw. Mum wuved Wonald.' Kit mocked. Hermione rolled her eyes.

'Yes, yes. I'm in love with Ronald Weasley, alright?'

'You mean you still are?' Kit asked, stunned. Hermione blushed.

'I think so,' she replied.

'Ha. After twenty years? That's outrageous!'

'That's love.'

'Outrageous.'

'Love.'

'Both,' Kit shot before Hermione could say anything else. She sighed.

'Fine. Both outrageous and love, OK?'

'Ha!'

'What?'

'I've just thought…that means you never loved Viktor Krum.'

'No. I never loved your father,' Hermione said.

'Then why date him?'

'I don't know,' Hermione said. 'I guess I just wanted to settle down.'

'Then why didn't you just find Ron?'

'I didn't know how he felt about me.'

'Oh. Well, what happened at the Yule Ball?'

'Ha. Well…Viktor had asked me, and – me being the fool I was at fourteen – I accepted. We went together, and since Viktor was a Durmstrang champion, he had to open the Ball with the other champions. Meaning that I saw Harry in the front of the Great Hall. I remember seeing his jaw drop. But Ron walked in and ignored me like I was just a part of the wall or something. We had been a bit cold towards each other ever since he had tried to ask me as a last resort.'

'So he did ask you?'

'Well, I suppose he did, but he did without really knowing it. But anyway, we danced – your father and I – and I remember dancing for quite a few songs before we stopped and Viktor said he'd get drinks. I walked over to join Ron and Harry, and Ron started biting my head off about Viktor and I asked him what was wrong, and he told me…ha…he told me I was fraternizing with the enemy.'

'Well, mum…he was from Durmstrang.'

'You sound just like Ron,' Hermione mused, smiling. 'But we quarrelled like we always did…but it was a bit different. The ball ended and I found myself in the common room yelling at Ron. We said some pretty nasty words…and in the end I remember yelling at Ron that the next time there was a ball, to ask me before anyone else and not as a last resort. Harry heard that part. He walked in right then and there. And I remember overhearing Ron saying something like I had completely missed the point or something. It was so annoying, fighting with Ron. But it was exhilarating at the same time, you know?'

'Yeah. I know exactly how you feel, Mum,' Kit murmured, looking at the floor.

'Oh?'

'Yeah. It…it's Kayla.'

'Your friend, Kayla?'

'Yeah.'

'You should tell her.'

'But how? And what if it screws up our friendship? I don't want that to happen!' Kit exclaimed. Hermione smiled.

'That's exactly what I used to think about Ron and me. What if, what if, what if. Well, you won't know anything until you let her know how you feel.'

'I suppose. But how did Ron react later on. In fifth and sixth and seventh year?' Kit replied, obviously wanting to change the subject. Hermione smirked.

'Fifth year was pretty dull, actually. In terms of us, that is. Sixth year. Wow. Sixth year was certainly interesting.'

'What happened?'

'I…I attacked him with canaries, if I remember correctly.'

Kit almost fell off his chair laughing.

'You attacked the guy you liked! Are you bloody mad?'

'I think I had stepped up a few levels from liked, Kit.'

'Oh? What'd you attack him for?'

'He was kissing some other girl. There was this teacher who threw parties, and it was near Christmas, and I figured that he had been dropping signals and stuff so I was already on the guest list for this party, and I could have brought a friend, so one day in Herbology I just asked him. And he said yes in his own little Ron language, and I figured we were an 'us', you know? Then I come in the common room one night and find him eating one of my dorm mate's face off. Lavender Brown. God, I hated her. I always had. And now I had another reason – she had stolen the only man I ever loved.'

'Whoa. What a slut.'

'Watch your language. But yes, she was a bit extreme. I really don't know what any boy saw in her, to be honest. And I'm not just saying that because of the Ron thing.'

'Of course not, Mum.'

'I'm not!'

'OK, just get on with the story.'

'Fine. So we didn't speak for months. Then, on his birthday, he was poisoned. If Harry hadn't been there and known about bezoars, Ron would be dead. But, he lived. And one time, I helped him with his homework and he told me he loved me, but it was just a slip up, right? Because seriously, it was on a whim! But then Professor Dumbledore was murdered and we had the funeral, and I didn't even need to hug him. I stood up and I couldn't see right because my eyes were full of tears and I felt someone sweep me up and hug me and I didn't know who it was until I smelt Ron and knew it was him.'

'So what about seventh year?'

'I didn't go back. I tried to go help Uncle Harry, but I wasn't allowed and your grandparents caught me when I tried to sneak out my bedroom window.'

'What were you trying to help Uncle Harry with?'

'He was the only one who could stop Voldemort. But Voldemort had split his soul so we had to find the pieces and destroy them before we actually faced Voldemort in person,' Hermione explained. Simeon chose that moment to fly into the office. Kit smiled.

'A response?' he asked innocently. Hermione laughed and took the letter off Simeon's leg.

Hermione,

Tomorrow sounds wonderful. How about you meet me in the Leaky Cauldron around one - ish? Maybe we could spend the whole afternoon together and catch up then.

I miss you,

Ron

Hermione stared at the last four words.

'Mum? Mum, what's wrong?' Kit asked. Hermione shook her head and handed him the letter. He read it quickly and smiled. 'Aw. Mum's got a date!'

'What! No, I don't!' Hermione said quickly. Kit nodded.

'Yeah, you do. You two are having lunch and then spending the rest of the day together. Mum, that's a date,' Kit explained. Hermione sighed.

'It's two friends eating and catching up on twenty years,' she said, walking out of the office.