Taken

Description: A Ron/Hermione story. Set after epilogue. Hermione and Ron's life as parents and married couple.

Authors note: As much as I would love to, I don't own Harry Potter, that belongs to J.K Rowling, who generously lets us use her creation to fuel our imaginations.

Hermione looked out through the screen door that led into the back garden of her home in muggle London that she shared with her husband and two children. She watched as her husband Ron played football with their son Hugo. She smiled as Hugo ran past his father and scored a goal. She had explained the game to them and they were hooked. She smiled before turning away and headed back to the room they used as an office and finished up some paperwork. She was nearly finished writing a report when she heard the chatter of voices. She left the room and went into the living room where Ron and Hugo were watching T.V. "Good game?" She enquired. "Great, you should join us next time" Ron grinned. "Might just do that sometime" She grinned. She flopped down on the couch and looked at the clock. It was five o'clock Friday evening. "I suppose I should get dinner ready" Hermione sighed as she went to get up. "No, love, I'll do it" Ron smiled. Hermione's mouth fell open. Even Hugo stared at his dad in amazement. "Are you sure? I don't mind cooking" Hermione asked her husband. "Don't be silly 'Mione. I can handle it, I'm not an idiot" Ron declared. Hermione held back a smirk. Memories of various school moments flooded her mind. "Ok Ron, I'll leave it to you, just remember to wash your hands before touching any food" she reminded him. "I know, I know. Anyway, Hugo, don't you have to get ready for your sleepover tonight?" Ron asked. "Yeah, I better go back!" Hugo exclaimed before running out of the room and upstairs. Ron and Hermione laughed and Ron went into the kitchen to start dinner. Hermione was about to sit back down on the couch when an Owl tapped against the window. She opened it and the owl flew in dropping a parchment on the table. It remained in the room so she picked up the letter.

Dear Mum and Dad,

I am really enjoying Hogwarts and can't believe my first year is almost over. I have made many good friends and I think I might try out for the Quidditch team next year. Albus joined this year and he said I should join. I'm sure Dad would be delighted. There is a boy in Slytherin called Scorpious who Dad said I should not be friends with but I think he is quite nice. I am looking forward to coming home although I will miss everyone here. I will be coming home June 3rd so I'll meet you, Dad and Hugo at King's Cross. How is everyone at home? I hope Hugo kept out of my room. Hope all is well at home.

Love, Rose

Hermione smiled and pulled a piece of parchment and a quill from a drawer in the coffee table.

Dear Rose,

I can't believe you are finished your first year already. I'm delighted to hear you have made friends. I had two of the greatest friends I could ever wish for when I was your age and it has done me well. I think it would be great if you try out for the team, they'd be lucky to have you. Your father would be very proud, he would be here writing this with me but he is cooking dinner (Can you believe it?) Well that's certainly interesting to hear Rose. I knew his father all through my school years and we may not always have seen eye to eye but he did prove he is capable of showing a good side, so if his son is showing a good side now that speaks for a lot. I know dear I have it written on the calendar. Everyone is good here, Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny are throwing a party the day you all return to celebrate your return and completion of first year. Yes he is, we are ensuring that. All is well here, we wish you well until your return,

Love, Mum & Dad.

Hermione completed the letter and tied it to the owl and watched as it flew out the window. "Bloody Hell!" Ron exclaimed from the kitchen. Hermione laughed to herself and got up to see what happened.

Chapter 1! Please review and let me know what you think, this is my first story so constructive critiscism welcome!