Summary: Ron and Hermione had finally got together in the last months of seventh year. But right before graduation, they had a huge fight and didn't get back together. Or even get back to being friends. They never spoke to each other again. Hermione lost all contact with her old friends and never saw them again.

So what if Ron and Hermione meet again… nine years later?

Disclaimer: I just own the plot and two OC's I'll introduce you to later.

Chapter 1

- Accidentally -

He had paced London up and down three times now.

'What are you doing here?' He asked himself for the third time that day. 'You are visiting your parents,' a voice in the back of his head answered. 'You are visiting your parents.'

'Then why are you pacing around in MUGGLE London?' He asked himself once more.

He honestly had no idea. He guessed he had just grown tired of his mother's non-stop talking about him becoming a famous Quidditch player.

Yes, Ron Weasley had become a Quidditch player; he was keeper for the Chudley Cannons.

Whatever, he thought. He wasn't that famous… All right, some people every now and then pointed at him on the street, but it was not as big as his mother made it sound.

He walked into a nearby grocery store; deciding to do some grocery shopping while he put off going to his parents house. Though he did not need anything at home, he made his way through the store; picking up random things here and there. When he was waiting to pay it dawned on him that he had not brought any Muggle money with him. He cursed under his breath as he returned everything to the shelves.

Behind the high pile of food he couldn't see where he was going, and suddenly WHAM! he had crashed into someone and food was everywhere on the floor.

"I'm so sorry," he said, while collecting the woman's things.

"No, it was my fault, really, I…" she stuttered.

But Ron had looked at her and completely frozen. There was something so familiar about her. Brown curls, chocolate brown eyes and very much more grown up then the last time he'd seen her. He looked into a face he hadn't seen for nine whole years.

"Oh my God…" Hermione Granger said, covering her mouth with her hands. "No way…"

"Long time no see." Ron said, smiling slightly.

He wanted to say more but couldn't because she had thrown herself around his neck.

"Oh, it's so good to see you! I – the last time wasn't exactly…" He could tell she was flustered.

"Perfect? Fun?" he said, and she pulled away from him.

"No…" she said, "and I've regretted that… I really have, it was so stupid of me; I wish we could have stayed friends." She finished lowly.

"Yeah…" he muttered darkly. "Me too… But what's done is done," he added to lighten the mood. "How have you been?"

"Ok," She said, shrugging, "you?"

"Alright… Look, why don't we take this over a cup of coffee of something? Then we can talk properly…" he looked around, noticing people starting looking at them where they were standing in the middle of groceries on the floor.

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"So…" Hermione said, sipping her coffee, "I see you've become pretty famous," she smiled.

"Nah… it's mostly my mum who calls it 'fame.'" he said and Hermione let out a small laugh. 'God, he hadn't realized how much he'd missed that laugh'.

"But what are you?" He noticed right away how weird that sounded and started again, "you know… what job you got?"

"Oh, I'm a healer." Hermione said smiling.

"That's cool."

Then a little silence fell. What were they supposed to talk about?

"Oh, I forgot!" she suddenly said, causing him to jump. "How are Harry and Ginny and everyone?"

"Oh, Ginny and Harry live together in Godric's Hollow."

"Really?" Hermione said amazed.

"Yeah… They got married a few years agodx."

"No way," Hermione said breathlessly "That's really… really amazing," she giggled, "that they still are together I mean," she added lowly.

"Yeah… But there's more to that love story," he said, "You see… they have kids too."

Hermione gaped. "Kids? Does that mean more then one, then?"

"It usually does," Ron chuckled. "They have two. Sirius and Lily Potter." He said with a half-smile, "Really sweet kids… actually," he took something out of his pocket, "I have a photo of them," he handed her the picture.

"Oh my…" she said, looking at the picture. What she saw was a boy, maybe five years old, with black, untidy hair and beautiful sea green eyes, and beside him on a chair, sat a little girl in about three. She wore a pretty pink dress and her hair was flaming red and her eyes green too, but a little bluer then the boy's.

"He," she said, pointing at the boy, "is a true copy of Harry! I can't believe it."

"Yeah I know… and Lily," he said, pointing at the girl, "she is just as stubborn as Ginny, and that's not good for a three year old, I tell you. It can be a nightmare babysitting her some times."

They both laughed. "I can't really picture you babysitting," her face smiled but there were something in her voice as she said this that was different. Hermione raised her right hand to put her hair behind her ear.

"Hey!" he said pretending to be offended by this, "I'm actually good with -"

It was then he saw it, he couldn't believe he had not seen it before, it was really visible and everything. "Well," he started darkly, "I guess you're not Hermione Granger anymore then."

"Hm?" she looked down at her hand and understood what he was talking about. A golden ring with a two silver diamonds was tightly placed on her finger. "Oh… you know… actually I didn't change my name…"

"Ah, I see. When did it happen?"

"Er, two years ago," she said, smiling a little half-heartily.

"What's his name?" He was aware of how he nosy he had to seem, but he wanted to know. He needed to know who had married his best friend. Or… his used-to-be-best friend to be exact. That thought made him feel slightly depressed. He had lost something really valuable that day back in seventh grade.

"Brett" she answered in a low voice. "He's really great. He's a Muggle." She added.

"How long have you known him for?"

"Ehm…about seven years..."

A little awkward silence fell. Ron looked out of the window. She was married. Married. Everyone around him seemed to be getting married. Two months ago Charlie had married this woman from Romania, and about five months ago he had seen in the Prophet that Seamus had gotten married to some girl he worked with.

Riing…Riiing… Riiing…

"Oh, that's mine." Hermione said and started digging through her purse.

"You have a telephone?" Ron asked, surprised that she had such Muggle things.

"Yes, as I said, Brett's a Muggle, and it's much easier to get a hold of each other this way." She looked at the telephone's display. "Sorry, I have to take this… Hello?"

She put the telephone to her ear and Ron waited politely.

"Hi sweetie," her voice dropped to a calmer level. What sort of way of talking to her husband was that? Ron wondered.

"… What? You threw up? Poor thing… I'll be right home, okay? Ok, you do that. Bye," she hung up.

"I have to go." She told him in an apologetic tone.

"Yeah… but because your husband threw up? That's kind of … weird." He said.

She laughed a little at that. "No… not him. Nicole." She simply said, taking on her jacket.

"Nic -?"

"My daughter," she didn't meet his eye when she said this, just pretended to be very busy in zipping her jacket up.

Ron chocked on his coffee. "What?"

"I do actually have a life, you know," she said.

"Sorry… didn't mean to…" he mumbled, "I guess she looks just like you." He tried to smile. He didn't know why it was so hard. It was nine years since the last time he had seen her. He should have known she had a life by now.

"She actually looks more like her father," she said, a little distracted. "See you." She gave him a quick one-armed hug and started walking towards the door.

"You think I could meet her sometime?" Ron asked right before she opened the door.

Hermione seemed like she didn't wanted to answer but merely said, "Maybe." And with that she walked out of the café, leaving him alone, again.

It had been a week since he had met Hermione in the grocery store. He had apparated straight to the Burrow, where he later told his mother about his run-in with Hermione. She had been surprised at first that Hermione was married and had a child, but later decided that they should have been expecting it.

And she had also told Ron in a very low voice, "She couldn't have waited around forever."

When Ron asked her what the hell that was supposed to mean, she simply shrugged and returned to her dishes.

"What? You think I thought she would be waiting for me? I've never thought that!" he told his mother.

"I never said you did." She said calmly, and made a cup wash it self with a flick of her wand.

"No, but you implied it!" Ron paused a moment; stumbling over the words, "… because I haven't!"

"I know you didn't think that," she said in the same annoying calm voice

"Good, because I haven't," Ron insisted once again.

"I know, dear."

Why did it sound like she didn't believe him? It was really annoying him. Why on earth would his own mother not believe him? Did she honestly think that he thought Hermione would sit somewhere alone, helplessly waiting for him to come sweep her off her feet? That was crazy talk! She was Hermione; Hermione would never be helpless or sit around waiting for something to come to her. She'd gone out and gotten what she wanted; a husband and a kid. But why Brett? What was so special about him? It did not matter why though; what's done is done. As long as she was happy, he supposed he could be happy too.

A/N: So… how was it? Bad? Good? Something in between?

And I have to give a huge thanks to TigerCruiseGinny (Alyssa) from who is my beta, she has helped me a lot spelling and grammar.