Quick scenario explanation: new story as, as you could tell, I wasn't enjoying the last one, I'm sorry about that guys. So, they've just left seventh year. Nothing amazing happened with our favourite pal Voldemort and he's basically sunk back into hiding. This story may be pretty slow uploading over the next couple of months as I have GCSEs to do (Yes I'm 15, but I'm sixteen in exactly 2 weeks, and therefore am legally able to have sex, so please don't kill me for writing M rated stories) and so I will be busy. Anyway, first chapter, hope you enjoy.

Hermione Granger looked up from her book to see both Harry and Ron staring at her. Harry's bright green eyes glinted with that familiar air of mischief she knew and loved and Ron, well, what could she say? She loved him.

Ron's hand was resting on Hermione's leg, and as she put down her book she took hold of it. Her delicate fingers laced with his thick, keeper's ones.

Harry Potter smiled to see his friends so happy together.

It was late, and they were nearing King's Cross Station. School was over. They had left Hogwarts forever, and now they had to say goodbye, at least for a few weeks.

Hermione looked at her best friend and her boyfriend. They were both so handsome now. Harry's jet black hair had grown so it no longer looked untidy, but messy, in that way girls were so crazy about now. He'd had his eyes corrected at St. Mungo's during the Christmas holidays. It had been his crazy "entering the real world" move. They all had one. Hermione's had been straightening her hair using magic, just for the day, and Ron's had been trying muggle hair dye, but Hermione hadn't liked it, so he'd let it wash out.

Ron was very tall now, he'd never stopped growing, 6"4 he was now. He was muscular to go with it now. Due to strenuous quidditch training through their seventh year, his arms were full of toned muscles, his chest was broad and his face was chiselled and strong.

"So." Harry broke Hermione's chain of thoughts. "I know where I'm going after this. Back to the Dursley's for a few hours, then off to Grimmauld Place." He grimaced. "But what about you two?"

"Back home for a bit, I guess. Mum's not going to let me move out in a hurry." Ron said. Harry laughed.

"No. I think Molly would happily keep her little Ronnikins by her side forever if you let her." Hermione pulled Ron across the seats to sit beside her, where she lay her head on his chest. He put his arm around her shoulders and linked his fingers with hers once more.

"What about you, 'Mione? You going back home too?" Harry asked, turning his attention to her.

"I guess so. I've got nowhere else to go yet." She shrugged. "But I would like to move somewhere new pretty quick, maybe Hogsmeade or somewhere just to begin with, so I can keep in with magic a bit more."

"Good plan."

"I'm going to miss you two so much." Harry muttered. Obviously embarrassed at his desire to express such emotion.

"Tell me about it." Ron said, squeezing Hermione's shoulders, making her smile. Hermione, lifted her legs and rested them over Harry's. A picture perfect moment. And they sat like that, still and quiet, until they arrived in King's Cross half an hour later.

Molly Weasley rushed at them the minute they stepped off the train. She appeared to have already found and headlocked her only daughter, Ginny, and now seemed intent on doing the same to Ron, his best friend, and his new girlfriend, who Molly already loved like a daughter.

She let go of Ginny as she engulfed the three into a hug so warm and happy, Hermione didn't know what to feel. Hermione, waved at Ginny as best she could through Molly's embrace, and Ginny raised her eyebrows cheekily, smiled and waved back.

"Oh, I've missed the three of you. You should have come back for Christmas, but no, you had to stay for all of those "seventh year parties" you were getting so worked up about." Once again, Ron laced his fingers through Hermione's as they walked up the platform to the gate separating them from the muggle world.

"Hermione!" Samantha Granger ran forward and flung her arms around her daughter. She was a small woman, petite, like her daughter, and had thin, mouse brown hair, so unlike her daughter's thick dark curls. "It's so good to have you home at last."

She let go of Hermione and turned to the other people before her. "We've never been properly introduced, I'm Molly Weasley, I'm Ron's mum." Molly held out her hand, and Samantha took it eagerly.

"I've heard so much about you, and Ron of course." She winked very obviously to Molly and Hermione blushed.

"Well this here is Ron." Molly gestured to the tall boy beside her who, like his mother, held out his hand to Samantha Granger. She took it and smiled at the boy, taking a mental note to tell Hermione in the car of how much she approved.

"And this is my daughter, Ginny." Ginny too shook hands with Mrs Granger. "It's a pleasure to meet you all."

"I'm Harry Potter." Harry nodded to Hermione's mother who gave an instant start of recognition. "Of course you are. I've heard so much about you too."

She put an arm around her daughter's shoulders. "I'm sure we'll be seeing you all very soon, you must all come to our house one day for lunch." Hermione waved to the others as she was led away.

"Where's Dad?" She asked, the minute she'd climbed into her mothers ford and buckled her seatbelt.

Samantha didn't answer straight away, instead she started up the engine first, and pulled out of her parking space. "He's away on business. He said to tell you he's sorry he couldn't meet you."

Hermione didn't look at her mother. "Ron's planning to propose to me." Out of the corner of her eye she watched her mother's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Hermione sat back in her seat.

"Is he now?" Samantha said quietly. "Your father won't be too pleased about that."

"I said he's planning to, mum, he hasn't yet." She slumped down in her faux leather seat. "He probably won't for ages." Hermione muttered to herself under her breath.

Samantha kept her eyes fixed on the road. Seven years with little contact with your only child meant there were parts of Hermione's life she didn't know much about, and now one had crept into conversation so quickly, she wasn't quite sure what to say. "Do you love this boy?"

Hermione tossed one of dark curls out of her dark eyes and finally turned to look at her mother. "How do I know? I'm not even eighteen yet." She paused. "He's my first proper boyfriend. I don't even know what love is." Hermione sighed, and Samantha could tell this had been playing on her daughter's mind for quite some time.

"It's very romantic, you know." Hermione looked back at her. "You know Paul and Sally from across the road? They met in high school and got married young," she turned to look back at her daughter "and they're still as in love as they ever were, expecting their fourth child any day now…"

"Keep your eyes on the road, mum"

"Right you are."

As the car pulled into the driveway of Hermione's home, her father, Graham, peeped around the curtain. "They're here." He whispered to the crowds of people packed into the front room. "Everybody hide." There was a huge shuffling and whispering as all fifty guests tried to position themselves so they would not be seen by anyone entering the room through the front door.

There was silence.

Then, the lock rattled, and the door was pushed open.

"SURPRISE!" Crowds of people jumped out from behind curtains, sofas, tables and pot plants and Hermione threw her hands to her mouth in shock. Then, she spotted her dad. He held out his arms to her, and she ran into them. Everybody in the room seemed to chorus "awww" in the annoying way you would to a three year old giving mummy a kiss.

"Welcome home, sweetheart." Her dad said into her hair. "Welcome home."

Woo, ok, you know the drill. If you liked it, give me a comment, and if you didn't then… don't. I do love hearing from you though! Xxx

(PS. tenses are not my strong point so I apologise for any cross tenses I may have done.)