Disclaimer: Only Lauren, the twins, and the plot are mine. But you already knew that.

A/N: This came to me while I was in church, that's why this chapter sorta takes place in one.

Hermione was late. She may have been a genius when it came to magic but Muggle transportation was not her forte. She cracked open the heavy church door and stepped inside the small opening, trying not to disturb the congregation. Most of the pews were already full so she slipped as quietly as she could into the very last row. The only other occupant was a snoring old lady with pure white hair. Hermione sunk to her knees and said a quick prayer before returning her attention to the preacher's sermon.

She hadn't been to church since she lived with her parents and that had only during the summer, but somehow she still remembered the hymns that were being sung. When everyone else filed up to the front to receive communion she stayed seated, though she did throw a fiver in the collection, and with a glance at the sleeping woman beside her, threw another in for her as well.

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Harry heard the old oak door creak open and he snuck a glance over his shoulder to see who had come in late. In their small parish everyone knew everyone else, but this young woman was out of place here. Something about her bushy hair made his heart jump uncomfortably.

He tried to push her out of his mind. He turned to the woman standing next to him.

She was beautiful with her glossy brown hair and chocolatey eyes. She had a small beauty mark at the corner of her mouth, which twitched, when she noticed him watching her. Harry's eyes roamed the rest of her body, from the curves under her red silk shirt to the long legs in tight black pants. He followed her arms to her hands, which rested on the shoulders of her daughters, identical twins. A large diamond ring encircled the fourth finger of her left hand.

"Harry pay attention," she whispered to him.

Harry smiled and looked back to the front of the church. He hadn't stepped foot in one since he had started dating Lauren and now that they were married he attended every weekend. He didn't like it very much and his mind often wondered. Now it was back with the mysterious woman who had arrived late. She seemed familiar and it was bothering him.

After the service, Harry ushered the three girls that made up his new family out of the church and into the sunlight, all the while keeping an eye open for the bushy brown hair. He knew he should just let it go but for some reason he couldn't.

Lauren was chatting with some friends and the twins were chasing a few boys around. Harry listened to his wife's conversation without contributing to it. The oddly familiar brown hair caught his eye.

"Baby, I'll be right back." Lauren waved him on, unconcerned.

Harry followed the woman to the bus stop, squinting at her and trying to figure out how exactly he knew her. She was muttering under his breath, glaring at the old men that already occupied the bus stop bench. Her body language made something in his brain click.

"Hermione?"

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Hermione whipped around at the sound of her name, completely forgetting the two old-timers that had just come on to her. A man with a shock of jet-black hair and brilliantly emerald green eyes stood before her.

"Harry," she breathed. They stared at each other for a moment before Hermione ran forward and embraced him in a huge hug. She stepped back and held him at arm's length. "I haven't seen you in forever."

"Yeah, I know." He looked the same, she decided. He still had the scar, though it had faded slightly over the time since Voldemort's death. A green sweater that complemented his eyes perfectly covered his muscular chest and dressy jeans completed the outfit.

They still hadn't said anything more when a woman Hermione didn't know joined them. "Harry? Who's your friend?"

"I, uh – Lauren, this is Hermione Granger. We went to school together. Hermione, this is Lauren... my wife." Harry seemed to find the situation a little awkward. Lauren stuck out her hand and Hermione shook it. She was stunning and Hermione was not at all surprised that Harry had made her his wife.

"Mommy! Mommy we want to show you something!" Two small girls with identical brown bobbed hair and pastel green dresses ran up to them and pulled at Lauren's shirt.

"Excuse me," she said with an apologetic smile as the girls pulled her away from Harry and Hermione.

"You're married." Hermione didn't know what to say or how to feel. She hadn't seen or even heard from Harry for seven years.

"Yeah, almost four years." He wouldn't meet her gaze.

"They're adorable," she said, watching as the twins dragged their mother over to a small garden and pointed out a few bright flowers.

"They're not mine," he replied, watching them as well.

"Oh?"

"Well," he smiled sheepishly, "that one's mine."

Harry didn't have to explain himself. It was quite obvious that Lauren was pregnant.

Harry's family joined them once again. "Ready to go?" Lauren asked.

"Sure, I'll catch up with you in a sec." Lauren and the girls walked over to a small red car parked on the street. "Do you – do you want to get a coffee or something? I mean, are you going to be in town for a while?"

Hermione nodded. "I'd love to get coffee." She grabbed a piece of paper out of her purse and wrote her phone number down on it. "See you around."

"Yeah. See you around." He headed over to his car without looking back. Hermione watched him help one of the girls into her car seat and then take his place behind the driver's wheel, looking both ways before pulling out of the parking space.

Hermione returned to the bench to wait for her ride. The men were gone now; the bus must have come while she was talking to Harry. She didn't mind that she had missed it though. She needed some time to think.

It was just her luck that in her first few days since she had returned to London she had met up with Harry. And that Harry had gotten married. And that Harry was going to be a father.

And that she was getting on a bus that would take her back to her empty apartment.