A/N. Hullo again! Chapter 2 :) I'm going to keep posting them as I write them, and if you read and you like, please let me know by reviewing! Hearing feedback would be awesome!

6 years later…

Soft laughter traveled through the flat, awaking Ron Weasley from a deep slumber. He rolled over and groaned. He opened his eyes and checked the clock on his nightstand. It read 6.45 AM.

"Bloody hell George, I don't have to be awake for another 15 minutes!" he thought angrily to himself. Instead of yelling at his brother, he leaned over the bed and grabbed a shoe, and threw it against the wall. The wall he shared with George.

"OI! BUGGER OFF!" came the response. Angelina was over again apparently. Ron pulled the pillow over his head, and tried to remember his dream.

Beautiful scenery, and the back of a young woman with bushy brown hair who was running away from him. He called her name, and she turned, smiled, and disappeared.

This is the dream that haunted Ron for the past six years. No matter how hard he tried, how many girls he dated, he just couldn't get her off his mind. He even spent a month in Australia searching for her, but to no avail. He still doesn't understand why she deserted him.

Ron walked over to his dresser, and pulled out some clothes. He caught a glimpse of a black box in the bottom of his drawer, one he had forgotten about. He reached for it and dusted off the velvet top, and opened it. A small diamond with two sapphires set around it, placed on a shiny white gold band. He sighed and closed the box, and placed it back in his drawer. He had it all planned, and she ruined it.

Later that day, Ron practically fell in the front door of the flat he shared with George, the one above the joke shop. He never got around to finding his own, things had been so busy for him. He and Harry joined the Auror program, and both passed with flying colors. They have spent the past few years searching down the remaining Death Eaters, and have found the majority of the dangerous ones. Now, he mostly did smaller things for the Aurors. Harry on the other hand lived a less dangerous life, considering his marriage to Ginny shortly after her graduation from Hogwarts, and even less after the birth of their son James. Not that Ron was mad or anything, he loved being an uncle. He was about to be one again, seeing as Ginny had just announced that she was with child again. Her and Harry had beamed at the Burrow dinner table.

Ron stumbled to the kitchen, and saw a wrapped plate on the table with a note,

Ron- thought'd you be hungry when you got off work.

He smiled at Angelina's thoughtfulness. She always made sure that Ron had dinner, she knew how his hunger was. He used a warming spell on the plate, and sat down to eat it.

"Oi! Ron!"

Ron, mid bite, groaned and walked over to the fireplace to see Harry's face."

"What mate? I'm trying to eat!" Ron said still chewing the bite.

"I'm supposed to tell you theres bit a disturbance, in the Muggle area a few miles outside of Diagon Alley, about 20 minutes from your place. They want you to go check it out since your already close." Harry reported.

"Bloody hell. Can't even eat my bloody dinner. Alright, tell them I'll go, whats the address."

Harry relayed it to him, and Ron Apparated to it.

Ron looked up to see a small house, equipped with shutters and a tree with a tire swing. It was quite homey, he thought to himself as he walked through the front white picket fence. A bright light flashed in the windows made Ron draw his wand, and slowly and apprehensively walk to the front door. Just as he gets to it, it is thrown open and a young girl with violently red hair runs from inside to the tire swing. He can hear her crying.

Ron looked from the house, to the girl. It dawned on him that this young girl could have just done some magic, and might have scared herself. So he decides on the girl, and walks over to her.

She stopped sobbing for a moment to look up at him. For some reason, Ron felt as if he had seen her before.

"Uh, hi. My name is Ron, I just came to see if everything was alright here," he said as sweetly as he could to the girl, as he lowered his wand.

"I'm fine. My mother on the other hand, is a right git," the young girl, who couldn't be more than 6 or 7, said with a very angry look on her face.

Ron couldn't help but let out a loud laugh.

"ROSE! YOU GET BACK IN HERE THIS INSTANT!" came a very angry voice from inside the house. The young girl, who Ron assumed was Rose, stuck her tongue out at the front door, and swiftly turned back around.

"Your mum I assume?" Ron said.

"Yeah, I don't want to move again, and we got into a fight, and then the telly blew up," she said and looked to the ground.

Ron knelt down to her, and was about to speak, when a figure appeared in the doorway. Ron lifted his head to look, and quite literally, fell back on his ass in surprise.

"Hermione?"

The shock on her face was quickly apparent, and Rose looked back and forth between the nice man and her mum.

"Rose, come inside and go to your room… Ron… just come inside," Hermione said and walked back into the house. Rose stood up and grabbed Ron's hand and tugged on it.

"Nice man, come on!"

Ron staggered to his feet and followed them both into the house.

Ron and Hermione stood in her small quaint kitchen, her unwilling to meet his eyes, and him with his arms crossed staring her down.

"I don't know whether I want to hex you to oblivion, or break down," he finally said.

"Neither one would be what I deserve," she said finally looking back up at him.

Ron ran his fingers through his hair and started to pace in the small area he was standing.

"Eight years and no word? I even went to Australia myself to try and find you! I spent ages worried sick about you! Everyone told me a I was a fool and it was obvious that you had left me… but I wouldn't believe it. Year after year, I still looked for signs of you. After 5 years, I finally gave up," he said his voice growing less angry as he went on, he let the sadness fill it up.

"Everyone has been going crazy trying to figure out where you disappeared to! Bloody hell Hermione, you missed your best friends wedding! The birth of their first child! You missed mine and Harry's graduation from Auror training! You missed Teddy's 1st birthday, and to see him and Bill and Fleur's daughter Victoire play. You missed, well you bloody missed everything!" he yelled at her, his face growing as red as his hair.

The only reason he stopped was he saw her start to cry.

"'Mione, don't cry… I'm sorry I yelled…"

"Oh Ronald don't apologize! It's my fault! I can't believe I missed Ginny and Harry's wedding! And to know they had a child…Oh Ron!" At the last bit of her sentence, Hermione threw herself onto him, sobbing onto his shoulder. Unsure of what to do, he softly patted her back.

"What happened Hermione? Why didn't you come home to me? Did you not love me?" Ron ask her, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Hermione lifted her head and looked up at him.

"You should probably sit down for this then, if you insist on hearing it," she said motioning towards her kitchen table.

'I insist," he said sitting down at the table. Hermione sat across from him, took a deep breath, and started to talk,

"Well, as you know, I went to Australia to find my parents. Their ministry was very nice, and to be honest we found them much more quickly than we had anticipated. They of course didn't know who I was, so it was a bit tricky to get them to come with me so we could get their memories reversed. After a few weeks, I gained their trust and took them to the ministry, and later that night they were back to their normal selves. My father was absolutely furious with me. He never quite understood the wizarding world like my mum did, it was from her side that I got the trait from. He went from being mad that I changed their memories, to being mad that I had spent seven years going against the most horrible things without fulling telling them everything, to being mad that i spent almost a year in a tent with you and Harry. In his anger he called me many things," she blushed and looked down at this, "but eventually my mum was able to calm him down a bit, and told me to tell them the whole story, from day one. So I did. Right before I vomited all over our shoes. The startled look on their faces, well I said it was from stress of the whole ordeal, and the flu that I had. My dad was still really angry, and said they couldn't just abandon their new practice there in Australia, and he order that I bring my things and move in with them there, because he didn't want me to return to Hogwarts. I grew very upset trying to tell them that I had to go back, I had friends, and school work, and you… well he just didn't want to hear it. Only a long letter from McGonagoll convinced him to let me finish my studies via owl. He forbade me any contact from any of you. The last letter I had to sneak to send to you. I think after a while they would have calmed down, if the circumstances would have been different…" she slowly stopped talking, and looked away.

"Hermione… how old is Rose?" Ron asked slowly putting things together in her head.

"She will be 6 in June," she said softly.

Ron's eyes widened.

"You see, my parents probably would have let me contact all of you again, except I didn't have the flu. I was pregnant,"

"So… Rose…"

"Yes Ronald, she's your daughter."