Sorry it took so long to update (I have other stories going too:P) Here is Chapter 2- Enjoy!!

Truth is found out

No matter how hard

It tries to stay secret

A few weeks after the kissing neck whacking head on cauldron bottom holding Ron so close that I never wanted to let him go fiasco, we received a visit from Harry and Ginny, with a gurgling Sirius in tow.
"Oh he is so CUTE!" I cooed, undoing the straps on his buggy, and lifting him out gently.

Cradling him in my arms, I said to Ginny,"How old is he now?"

Ginny, her head buried in her bag, searching for Sirius' bottle, replied in a muffled voice,"Um, nine and a half months."

I looked at her, surprised."That old already?! Wow, time really does fly!"

"You're telling me!" a voice behind me affirmed.

I looked over my shoulder, and was met by the sight of two bare chests.

Harry and Ron, both clutching a beer in their hand, plonked down on the sofa next to me. Ron pulled the tab off his can, and downed half of the beer in one go.

Burping appreciatively, Ron continued,"Time is the best chaser the England team has ever had, including Beckett, and anyone with eyes would have to admit that he is bloody brilliant! So long as Time carries on playing the way he is, England'll have the world cup in the bag!"

I glanced at Ginny, who had finally found Sirius' bottle, and laughed.

The look on her face was priceless. She looked completely revolted.

"Ron," she began, distaste etched all over her face, "Harry. Why do you always feel accustomed, when in the company of each other, to remove your shirts and inflict on us your blindingly white torsos, which have not seen the light of day since the dawn of time?"

Harry, who was in the middle of draining the last few droplets of his beer, spluttered and gagged. Coughing, he lowered his can, wiped his face, and replied indignantly to Ginny,"Excuse me? A 'blindingly white torso'? You can hardly talk Ginny, you're a red head!"

Ginny fired up at once. "Oh, yeah Harry?! Well, at least I get up in the middle of the night and attend to my son when he's screaming his lungs out! You just happily carry on snoring, completely oblivious to the full blown fog-horn going off next door! Do you just not care?! Or do you think that, as an auror, you're somehow better than me, because you fight bad guys? Well, let me tell you something Harry Potter – you're not!"

She then burst into tears, and began sobbing into the sleeve of her jumper.

Completely stunned by this sudden outburst, I looked at Harry for help.

He was looking at Ginny with a slightly dazed look on his face. I nudged him and he seemed to snap out of it. Getting up off the sofa, he walked slowly round to where Ginny was and knelt in front of her.

I signalled to Ron that we should leave them to it, and, for once, he actually got the message.

I placed Sirius back in his buggy, and followed Ron into the kitchen, closing the door quietly behind me.

"Bloody hell! What was that all about?!" Ron burst out, as soon as the door clicked into place.

"Ron, keep your voice down!" I said through gritted teeth

Rolling his eyes, Ron lowered his voice to a whisper."There, happy now!"

I glared at him, then turned my back and walked over to the kettle. I picked it up and filled it with some water. Once I had switched it on to boil, I turned back to face Ron.

"It sounds to me," I said quietly, "Like Ginny has been having one too many broken nights, and Harry hasn't had any."

"We are talking sleep, right?" Ron grinned.

My jaw dropped.

"RON!!"

"Alright, alright," he said, hands raised. "Well, I don't knwo why Ginny is complaining - it's a woman's place to look after the baby!"

I opened my mouth, appalled.
"Ron!" I said, charging forwards and whacking him round the head repeatedly with my hand, "You sexist PIG!"

"Ow! Stop it, you mad bat!" Ron yelled, trying to push me away.

"YOU," I snarled angrily, "ARE. THE. MOST. HORRID. MAN. I. HAVE. EVER. HAD. THE. MISFORTUNE. OF. MEETING!"

I gave him one final thump, and then backed away, breathing hard.

Ron looked up from underneath his arms, which he'd thrown over his head to protect himself from my attack.

"Hermione," he gasped. "You are VIOLENT!"

"Well," I replied nastily, "You deserved it!"

Ron let his arms drop to his sides, and straightened up.

"Oh?" he asked, eyebrows raised. "And did I deserve to be attacked that time you set a flock of canaries on me in our 6th year?"

I felt myself turn red at the memory of it. God, it must've been so obvious why I did it.

To hide my discomfort, I stuck my chin out, and replied stonily,"Yes. You did."

Ron's eyebrows rose even higher.

"And why, may I ask, was that?"

Ok, maybe it wasn't obvious. Bollocks.

What am I supposed to say now?!

"Um," I stammered, desperately trying to think of an excuse.

Thankfully, I was saved by the whistling of the kettle, which had just boiled.

I hastily turned round, and began making some tea. Sadly this distraction was not big enough to divert Ron's attention.

"Hermione? Answer please?"

I looked up at the ceiling, cursing my bad luck.

The canary incident happened five years ago, and he chooses to bring it up now?

My life sucks.

Taking a deep breath, I turned to face him.

"You want to know the truth?" I asked.

Ron looked at me like I was completely dense.

"Well, duh," he replied.

Sighing, I took the plunge.

"I attacked you with the canaries, because, at the time, I was jealous and angry that you'd been making out with Lavender Brown in front of me."

Ron stared at me, evidently shocked by this revelation.

"You, you," he stammered, "You fancy me?!"

"Fancied," I corrected him quickly. "Not fancy. That would suggest present tense, and I cannot express enough how much I don't fancy you anymore!"

Ron look slightly abashed after this statement, although it probably had more to do with the force of how I said it, rather than what I said.

But, come on, I'm not exactly going to admit that I fancy him now, am I?

Not that I do. Fancy him I mean.

"Uh, ok," stuttered Ron.

He seemed quite at a loss for words, so I shoved a mug of tea in his hands, to cover the awkward silence between us.

Mercifully, Harry came into the kitchen about twenty seconds later, and informed us that it was ok to come back into the living room.

I placed my tea on the work surface, and sped out of the kitchen, not wanting to be alone with Ron for another second.

I sat down on an armchair, so that there was no chance that Ron would sit down next to me.

Ron entered a few seconds later, and re-took his place on the sofa.

I saw Ginny glance at Ron, who still looked like he was suffering from shock, and then at me, sat there, completely on edge. I saw her frown, and knew we were destined for a little chat later on.

Harry came back into the room a little while later, holding a mug of tea, which he gave to Ginny, who thanked him, and took a sip.

Harry sat down next to Ginny, took Sirius out of his buggy, and placed him on his lap.

Making sure Sirius was comfortable, Harry said seriously, "As you both are well aware, the ministry has had no success in capturing Draco Malfoy in the last five years. We now believe this is not down to any excessive brain-power on Malfoy's part, rather that it is more down to some magical enchantment, rendering him impossible to find."

Uh, I should probably tell you that Ron and I work as under-cover aurors. We do not work directly for the ministry, but are like freelance detectives, used when needed. The anonymity also helps, because we can infiltrate operations without suspicion.

Our latest project is really a recurring one. Malfoy has been a huge thorn in the ministry's side. Just like Sirius was a few years ago, Malfoy is 'the' wizard to arrest – if the ministry arrests him, they will be guaranteed huge public popularity, and that is something the ministry cannot get enough of!

Harry continued, "This theory is supported by evidence that has just recently come to light. Do you remember, way back in our sixth year, when I over-heard Snape and Malfoy talking about an unbreakable-vow Snape had made with Malfoy's mother?"

Ron and I nodded.

"Well, it appears that Snape honoured this vow so highly, that he concocted some magical potion just before the final battle, which would keep Malfoy from any who hunted him. Annoyingly, that includes us too."

His words were greeted with a slight feeling of deflation. It looked like we were never going to be able to find him.

Ron voiced what I was thinking, and said peevishly, "Oh, well, yeah, that's just brilliant! So basically, all the hard work we've put in over the past five years has been for nothing! Malfoy's never going to be found(!)"

"I haven't finished yet, Ron," Harry replied slightly contemptuously, "There may be a way for us to break the enchantment the potion created, thus making it possible for us to locate Malfoy, and bring him to justice."

I leant back in my chair, the full meaning of his words hitting me.

"So," I asked inquisitively, "Malfoy might not remain hidden for much longer?"

"Nope," replied Harry, looking satisfied.

"But," I asked, slightly doubtfully, "How on earth are we going to break the enchantment? Surely we'd have to find out how the potion was made in the first place?"

Harry took a deep breath, and straightened up.

"How would you like to go for a little visit to St. Mungo's secure-section?"

I gasped.

We were going to see Severus Snape.

I was thinking of putting up a missing moment (when Harry and Ginny talk in the living room) - what do you think?