AN: Hello again, and thank you to all who have read, reviewed, favorited, and followed this story so far. I know I started it about a year ago and then did nothing with it till now, but be prepared for more frequent updates. I nearly had a heart attack this morning thinking I had accidentally deleted this chapter from every place I had it, but luckily I found it (if I hadn't who know when I would've gotten around to rewriting it). Anyway, I hope you enjoy this Dramione chapter as much as I do, and if you do let me know :)
Hermione stood still as she took in the man standing in front of her, who up until- well she really wasn't sure anymore how long ago- had just been the 17 year old boyfriend she spent every day with. She knew she had to speak soon though, or she'd have some explaining to do, and she didn't really feel like doing that at the moment.
"Y-yeah," she said shakily, but she must've not sounded too off, for Ron didn't take notice. Hermione jumped as a ping! sounded from behind him and he pulled two slices of toast out of the toaster oven.
"Well I'm off to Quidditch now," he said, flicking his wand in the air so that butter spread on his pieces of bread. He stuck one of the pieces in his mouth and took a bite before speaking some more. "Don't forget to get Rose, we don't want her to start thinking she lives there. I'll see you tonight,"
A moment later and he had apparated away, leaving Hermione by herself in the kitchen.
Okay Hermione, she thought. No need to panic. So you're in some strange dream future world where you're married to Ron. Nothing wrong with that. The voice in her head was obviously unsure about that last statement however, for it had begun to squeak.
Finding the strength to move, Hermione went straight to the sink and flipped on the faucet, taking a second to swivel it all the way to the right. She shoved her hands underneath, letting the freezing water pour into her cupped hands before splashing it onto her face. She did this multiple times until her face began to feel slightly numb. She was more awake now, but only more awake in this world she had entered. It definitely wasn't a dream.
Hermione didn't even bother drying her face off.
Taking a deep breath, she started looking at the room around her. The kitchen was attached to a dining room, where an extensive mahogany table was situated. It was empty except for an ornate flower arrangement that was in the center. She caught sight of a large, golden framed mirror attached to the wall at one end of it and hurried over.
Once again Hermione had to tell herself not to panic.
Although she could still recognize herself in her reflection, her face was obviously older. She looked like she had put on a little weight, but not too much. Her hair fell just below her shoulders, but it had kept the waviness it had developed during her last couple of years at Hogwarts. All in all, Hermione had to say she aged pretty well, though it was still very disconcerting, considering she still felt like her eighteen year old self.
Think, Hermione, think! How could you have gotten here?
She thought back to everything she remembered before waking up, but it was all kind of blurry. She remembered walking to the Quidditch game... she was late… and then…yes, some stupid girls knocked her over the stands… she was falling and Luna shouted out her name, then someone yelled out a spell…it was…Ron…Ron cast the Disparem charm they had learned earlier, and then it all went black.
In his panic he had probably just shouted the first spell to come to mind, even though it wouldn't have done anything. Unless no one had stopped her from hitting the ground and she was dead, it was probably likely that Ron's spell had sent her into some strange reality slash future. She'd just have to live through it the best she could and wait for the time to be up.
Looking past the reflection of herself, Hermione noticed that on the opposite wall was a painting the same size as the mirror. In it were four people: two adults and two children, a boy and a girl. Hermione turned around and went over to look closer at it.
The adults in the painting were none other than herself and Ron, and it didn't take her long to figure out who the two children were. If the way Hermione and Ron had their hands placed lovingly on each of the children's shoulders didn't give it away, the red hair, the freckles, and the brown eyes should've been a great indication. The girl looked to be the older of the two, for she was taller, and the boy still had the chubby cheeks signifying toddlerhood.
She had a daughter and son with Ron Weasley. Hermione smiled.
Whatever future life this was, it wasn't looking too bad. She was married to Ron and they had a family together. As that thought finally clicked into place, Hermione couldn't hold it anymore and squealed with girlish delight. She gave herself a moment to be completely giddy about the fact, and then composed herself. After all, she had a whole life to figure out.
Rose… Ron had mentioned the name before he left. "Don't forget to get Rose," he had said. "We don't want her to start thinking she lives there." If she was assuming correctly, Rose was their daughter. But where was there? And where was her son? What day was it anyway? Was she supposed to be somewhere?
These questions and more began to plague Hermione. Calming herself and deciding to focus on only one thing at a time, she chose to figure out where her son was first, then the date second. The date on the painting said December 25, 2007, and seeing that she looked more or less the same as her reflection in the mirror, the present day's date couldn't be too far in the future.
Thinking that her children's rooms would be near where hers had been, Hermione went back to where she originally woke up. From there she went from to door to door, hoping to find a room that belonged to a boy.
She found instead a grand bathroom, and a couple more after that; a few bedrooms, which weren't decorated personally enough to belong to anyone in particular; a room full of nothing but stuff relating to Quidditch (Typical Ron, she thought with a snicker); and a toy room that could have easily fit the Gryffindor common room. Finally Hermione happened upon the room she was looking for. She frowned a little as she looked back down the hallway and noticed how far it was from the master bedroom. Deciding that that would be a question to answer later, Hermione shook her head and entered.
It was painted in a brilliant shade of chalky blue, with Quidditch decorations everywhere, and the name "Hugo" written on one of the walls. In the corner was a crib, which Hermione immediately went to. Inside laid the cutest little boy she had ever seen, with red hair that resembled his father's. He was still sleeping, his chest rising with every breath he took. Hermione smiled down at her son, and stroked his cheek with her finger. It was strange to think that she had barely been in the room a few moments, but she already loved the small being in front of her. Even though she couldn't remember being pregnant with him, or giving birth, he was hers. He was her Hugo.
Knowing that the boy was okay where he was, and now knowing where to find him, Hermione went on to her next order of business.
The question was, where to find a clock and a calendar?
Think Hermione, this is your house. Where would you keep a calendar?
The answer, she realized, wasn't that hard to figure out. Judging by the vastness of what parts of the house she had already passed through, and the extravagantness of it all, it wasn't too farfetched to believe that either Ron or herself had a study somewhere. That was where she would definitely find a calendar. Now all she had to do was find the study.
Luckily, it didn't take her as long to find as Hugo's room. The study was the size of her dormitory at school, had a bay window, and shelves of books that went all the way from the floor to the ceiling. Hermione had to remind herself why she had been looking for the room in the first place to keep her from immediately perusing the various tomes. There was a clock hanging on one of the walls, and reading it quickly Hermione found that it was now 8:15 in the morning. Making her way to the desk Hermione began to search through it, moving around the office supplies and papers littering the top. She came to the conclusion that she and Ron must share the study, or it was just his, for she would never let her workspace get so cluttered.
She found what she wanted at the bottom of everything the desk was holding.
March 2008, Hermione said to herself, reading the month the calendar was currently turned to. Hermione groaned as she realized there was nothing that would help her figure out what day it actually was.
For the second time that morning Hermione jumped as she heard a tapping on the window. She looked up and saw an owl holding something in its beak, waiting to be let in. Hermione was about to open the glass, when an invisible slot appeared of its own accord and slid open, giving the bird entrance. It flew over to the desk and deposited a newspaper onto it before flying away again.
Picking up the paper, Hermione gave a sigh of relief. It was the Sunday Prophet, and the date at the top made it clear that it was the Sunday, the 16th of March, 2008. So she was nine years in the future. Some time, in between Hogwarts and now, she had married Ron and had two kids.
"Way to take it slow, Hermione," she scoffed. Clearly, she had made other choices in her life.
Now that she knew which time she was in, Hermione felt herself relax a little, though she still had plenty to be going crazy about.
Hermione jumped for the third time that day as another owl made its way into the room. This time it was carrying a personal letter, and it dropped it straight into Hermione's hands. Hermione's heart quickened a little as she realized that it was from Ginny.
Hermione,
How's your morning going? Well I hope it's going well, especially since I so graciously took one load off your shoulders for the night (note the sarcasm, I was totally fine with it and you know that). Rose and Lily had a good time together, and are very reluctant to let each other go, so I called Mother and she said she would watch the boys for the day while me and you take the girls out for some Mummy and Daughter time. So you better not have had any other plans because I am quite excited to spend some time with you. Meet at my house at ten capiche? I await your reply. Love you!
Love,
Ginny
Hermione finished reading the letter and groaned. How was she supposed to explain to Ginny what was going on? Her friend would probably think she was insane and ship her off to St. Mungo's! She could just write back saying she already had plans, but then she'd have to actually think of plans should she be questioned about them later, and currently she had no idea where she was or what she would make plans to do because of that. She couldn't say she was feeling ill, because knowing Ginny she would insist on coming over anyway.
There was only one thing to do: she had to see Ginny. She'd just have to do her best and act like nothing was wrong. And as of right now she had a little under two hours to research as much about her life as possible- plenty of time to get a grip on the basics.
Grabbing some parchment and a quill from off the desk, Hermione began to pen a reply.
Hey Gin,
Sounds good! We will be at your house by ten. See you then!
Love,
Hermione
Hermione finished and slipped the parchment onto the owl's outstretched foot. She watched as it flew out the window and into the distance, not looking away until it was invisible speck in the distance.
Okay Hermione, you can do this. Ready, set, go.
Hermione went to the bookshelves first, scanning them for journals, albums, scrapbooks- anything personal that would give her any insight on her life, but there was nothing. At the bottom of one of the shelves she noticed a box labeled 'memorabilia' and quickly grabbed it.
Taking the box back to the desk, she lifted off its cover. As the label suggested it was filled of random things in a disorganized manner. There were pictures of her, Ron, and the two kids, each varying with who was in the picture. The dates she came upon ranged from 2001 to the present. By the size of Rose in the different pictures she found of her, it seemed that she was born sometime between 2001 and 2002. Hugo looked to have been born around 2005 or so. A few shuffled papers later and Hermione found that she was right in her estimates. She had found the birth certificates of both her children.
Rose Jane Weasley had been born on February 18, 2001; Hugo had been born on August 2, 2005. Hermione did the calculations in her head, and figured out that Rose would now be 7 and Hugo had just passed 2 and a half.
The box seemed to be charmed just like Hermione's satchel during the war had been, for Hermione began to pull out stacks of newspaper clippings. One of them was of the day Harry defeated Voldemort. Then there were some chronicling the rebuilding of the wizarding world and reestablishment of the Ministry. A few mentioned some parties she, Ron, Harry, and Ginny had attended as being the heroes of the war. She also found the invitation to Harry and Ginny's wedding in December 1999, and pictures indicating that they had three children: James, Albus, and Lily.
The next article she found made Hermione's heart leap. It was the announcement of her and Ron's wedding. It was dated June 22, 2002.
But that means… Hermione thought anxiously as she began searching for Rose's birth certificate one more time for clarity. Yep, she sighed. She, Hermione Granger, had had a child out of wedlock. She wondered how her mother and Mrs. Weasley had taken the news. Hermione's Mother wasn't so old-fashioned as to think her daughter would keep her virginity until she was married, but she did believe that children should always come after, never before. She probably wanted to kill me. Oh well, nothing I can do about it right now.
Hermione continued searching through the photographs and newspaper clippings she found in the box. She wondered why they were in a box and weren't in picture frames to be seen all over the house. She'd have to work on that while she was here if she had the time.
It didn't seem like Ron was in a lot of the pictures, especially in the more recent years, but he was in a fair amount of the newspaper publications. Ron had finally gotten his time in the spotlight that he greatly craved, and Hermione was happy for him. According to the articles he was an internationally recognized Quidditch player for the Chudley Canons, which was more than providing them with a lavish lifestyle. She had always hoped he would step out of Harry's shadow and make something of himself, and it was clear that he had.
Speaking of Harry, he and Ginny also seemed to be lacking in pictures. Hermione found this odd, but just shrugged it off as her and Ron focusing on taking pictures of the children. After all, she and the rest of the gang had apparently already done their growing up.
Suddenly Hermione heard a cry from outside the room which she didn't doubt belonged to Hugo. Leaving everything out like she had it, she got up from her position on the floor and went to retrieve him.
"Mummy!" He said happily when she walked out of the room and into the hallway. He ran up to her with his arms open, and she caught him in a big hug.
It was a strange feeling, loving someone you had never known before right away. I guess mom was right, Hermione thought, the love you have for your child really is instantaneous.
Hermione picked the boy up and carried him back to his room where she proceeded to get him ready for the day. It wasn't too hard to figure out where to find all his clothes and such; his room was organized just the way Hermione imagined she would.
Ten o'clock came quickly, but she had managed to find her way back to the kitchen to feed the both of them, and also back to the study to find an address book telling her where Ginny lived. She and Harry had taken up residency in Godric's Hollow in his parents' old house, just like Harry had planned.
Hermione located a small hall of four fireplaces next to the kitchen (she had no idea why they'd need four, but she'd find out later), chose one, and then grabbed some floo powder from the tray on top of its mantle.
"Potter Cottage!" she said, holding tightly to Hugo as the floo activated.
She stepped out of the Potter's fireplace not a second later, and was shortly bombarded by two small girls, both with flaming red hair.
"Aunt Hermione!" the smaller of the two, obviously Lily, said, while Rose simply squealed, "Mummy!"
"Hello,"
"Right on time as usual," a voice to Hermione's right said.
Ginny Weasley, now Potter, didn't look too much different in the face from the sixteen year old Hermione currently knew, but there were the slight traces that indicated she had grown and matured. Her body did look like she had had three kids however, being filled out where it hadn't been before.
"When am I ever not?" Hermione chuckled, while simultaneously taking everything in.
"Okay, I thought we'd go to Diagon Alley and do some shopping. There's a sale going on in that new children's store Pandamonium. I'm just going to grab my purse and then we can go," Ginny said, just as Molly Weasley stepped into the room.
"Hello, dear," she greeted with a warm embrace.
Hermione panicked for a moment as she struggled with what to call her mother in-law. She usually called her Mrs. Weasley, but she very well couldn't call her that now. She decided to go with Mum, what she had always intendend on calling her future mother-in-law, and see where it got her.
"Hello, mum," she said as easily as she could, and she gave a hidden sigh of relief when no one found it odd.
"And how's my little munchkin this morning," Molly said, turning her attention away from Hermione and to the giggling Hugo sitting on the floor. Ginny reappeared about a moment later and she, Hermione, and the two little girls grabbed hands to apparate together.
"You have fun now, and don't worry about taking too much time!" Molly called after them as the group of four disappeared with a pop.
Diagon Alley wasn't too changed from the last time Hermione had been there, which was seemingly nine years ago. There were a few new stores, and some that had been updated, but Gringotts was still big and looming, the Leaky Cauldron still looked like a shabby, hole-in-the-wall pub, and Ollivander was still selling his state-of-the-art wands.
They took their time just walking down the road and going into whatever shop tickled their fancy. The girls had fun trying out different outfits in the children's stores they went into, and Hermione bought some of those as well, along with some clothes for Hugo.
Thankfully, Ginny didn't notice that anything was off with Hermione. Almost all of their conversation was Ginny venting about Harry's job as an auror and how she worried about him, and Hermione gave her the best advice she could on the matter. Luckily, Ginny didn't ask her anything she couldn't answer.
They soon found themselves in Flourish and Blotts, and Hermione left Ginny and their kids in the children's section to take herself on a self-guided tour of the building. If there was one thing that would never change, it was her love for books.
She was browsing through the Muggle Section, which she was surprised they had, when the top of a platinum blonde head just visible in the aisle on the other side of her shelf caught her attention.
Curious, she made her way around, and her lips quickly curved into a smile as she found just who she thought she would scanning the pages of Paradise Lost. He looked exactly like he did when she last saw him in the Hogwarts hallway before waking up in this other world: Tall, naturally pale, and handsome.
"Draco,"
He leaped at the call of his name, and swung his head quickly to the right in response.
"Granger, how many times have I told you not to sneak up on me like that?" he lightly growled, closing the book and taking it with him as he moved over to her.
"Not enough I guess," Hermione replied casually, though in her head she was quickly wondering at the number. "Though I wouldn't really call what I just did sneaking,"
"I suppose not."
Hermione couldn't help the grin plastered over her face. Somehow, her friendship with Draco had survived past Hogwarts, and her marriage to Ron. She wondered, if the two men were possibly friends now too.
"You're husband's not here is he?" Draco asked, answering her thoughts, though she didn't miss the frown that had appeared on his face with the query.
"No…just Ginny,"
"Good then, one of the Weasleys that like me. We wouldn't want another incident now would we?"
Hermione quickly analyzed Draco's sentence, coming to a few conclusions that she wasn't really pleased about. One, Draco was, if not friends, on good terms with Ginny, and not Ron. Two, something had happened between them before that was not good.
"Probably not," she said, knowing that would be the appropriate response.
"Daddy!" Hermione heard a little boy that looked to be the same age as Rose, shout as he ran into the aisle. Draco turned around to face him, just in time for the boy to hold up an open book to him.
Hermione noted the striking blonde of the boy's hair, and the prominent Malfoy features she had seen on both Draco and his father. Added together, they could really only mean one thing.
Draco Malfoy had a son.
"I found a book on dragons that I don't have yet! And the wings move!" the boy said with glee, pointing to the picture of the large red dragon featured on the page he had the book opened to.
"Well then, there's no way we're leaving the store without it, is there Scorpius?!" Draco said, matching the boy's tone, much to Hermione's entertainment. "Why don't you go down and read it at one of the tables for a little bit? I'm still looking at some books and talking to Mrs. Weasley, who you so rudely forgot to say hi to,"
"Hi Mrs. Weasley," Scorpius smiled with two rows of perfect teeth.
"Hello, Scorpius,"
"I saw Rose and Lily in by the kids' books so I'll join them!"
Without waiting for a reply from his father, Scorpius hurried out of the aisle way and to his destination.
"He's just a bundle of energy," Hermione commented with a laugh.
"I try to get him all hyped up on sugar before returning him to his mum, that way she'll remember that he's there…and maybe just to rile her up a bit," he admitted with a wink as he began to peruse one of the shelves again.
So he's divorced, or just not together with Scorpius' mum anymore. I wonder who she is…
"Looking for a particular book?" She asked.
"This one," Draco said, taking a book off the shelf and showing it to her. Dante's Inferno.
"Preparing for the worst?"
"Ha ha. It's on this list of classic muggle literature that I'm trying to get through. I'm sure you're just trying to find a book you haven't read yet,"
Hermione rolled her eyes. She quickly looked at the shelf next to her and found picked up a book she hoped she hadn't read yet in this future.
"The Golden Ass? I would've thought you'd read that about a billion times already."
"My copy's been worn out from repeated use," Hermione excused herself.
"Of course," Draco chuckled. "Well we both got what we came for, shall we gather our spawn?"
"They're our children Draco, not spawn,"
"Yes, you keep reminding me," he smiled as they made their way to the children's section.
"And then the dragon can save the princess from the tower!" They heard Scorpius yell as they got closer to the table that he was seated at along with Ginny, Rose, and Lily.
"And the princess will hope on its back!" Lily squealed.
"And the prince will slay the evil witch and then the princess will say 'Oh, you're my hero!' and then they'll kiss and live happily ever after!" Rose finished happily.
Both girls sighed in romantic wonder, while Scorpius just stared at them with a scandalized look on his face.
"Bleh! No kissing in my story," he said in disgust.
"I think we have future novelists in the making," Ginny said as Draco and Hermione reached them.
"What's a novelist?" Rose asked.
"It's someone who writes books sweetie," Hermione answered her daughter.
"I'm not going to write books, I'm going to be a princess," Lily said matter-of-factly.
"And I'm going to be an auror like my dad!" Scorpius proclaimed.
"Of course you are buddy," Draco said, ruffling his son's hair. "Ready to go home?"
"No."
"You're mum's probably waiting for you,"
"No she isn't,"
"Scorp…" Draco sighed.
"How about the two of you have lunch with us?" Ginny intervened.
"Yes! Can we dad? Please?" Scorpius begged.
"Well…" Draco said, looking from Ginny to Hermione with an unsure expression on his face. Hermione noticed Ginny shoot him a 'yes I'm sure' glare that seemed to determine his decision. "Alright. Let me pay for our books and we can go,"
Draco took the book his son had, and, before she could protest, the one Hermione had picked up as well.
Lunch with Draco and Scorpius had proved to be very enjoyable. They had decided to eat at a new burger place that had just opened, which even had a play area for kids.
While the kids ran around, the adults conversed- well, Ginny and Draco conversed while Hermione just listened and tried to speak up where she could so as to not seem odd. The topic stayed pretty much on the shenanigans of their children, but Hermione was able to learn that Scorpius was the same age as Rose, his mother's first name was Astoria, and Draco was Harry's partner in the Auror Department of the ministry.
They parted around two when it was clear the children were wiped out. Hermione went back to Ginny's so the girls could nap and she and Ginny could take a break before they spent some more time with their daughters.
It wasn't until six that evening that Hermione returned home with her two children.
Phew. Her first full day as a mother and she hadn't sent any of her kids to the hospital, or worse, the morgue. On top of that she had managed to keep Ron, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, Draco, and all the kids from figuring out that anything was wrong.
Ron still wasn't home yet, and she wasn't sure what time he would be home. She and the kids had eaten dinner with Ginny, but she wondered if she should make something for when Ron came. That's what wives did right?
It was only seven o'clock, and the kids were still wired from their fun with the Potters, so Hermione set them in front of the gigantic TV their living room harbored and found a movie for them to watch.
Hopeful that they would be sufficiently occupied for the time being, Hermione found her way to the kitchen.
From what she could tell, they didn't own any house elves, which meant she had to learn her way around the kitchen and fast. She inspected every cabinet and appliance just as she had Hugo's room earlier that day, and within ten minutes had memorized where everything was well enough to pass any suspicion.
Luckily, she wouldn't have to cook at all, something she had never really mastered to begin with. She had found some leftovers in the fridge that would do for when Ron returned; she would warm them up when he got home- whenever that was.
By the time eight o'clock came around both Rose and Hugo had drifted off on the couch. Hermione brought Hugo up to bed first, putting him in his pajamas and then settling him in his crib, before doing it all again with Rose.
She spent the next hour acquainting herself with the house, or more appropriately, mansion. It had six bedrooms: the master, the two kids' rooms, and three guest rooms. In addition to the two studies and the library, there was also a home theater, the play room that looked like it came straight out of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, and the Quidditch room. Outside she found a magnificent garden, a decently sized quidditch pitch, and a swimming pool complete with two diving boards and a waterslide.
Hermione wasn't really into extravagance, so she wondered how she ended up agreeing to living in a house like this. It was pretty much a small scale Palace of Versailles, and Hermione wanted to live in a home, not a palace.
Tired, and not sure what else to do with herself, she made her way back to the living room and settled into the couch, flipping through the stations on the TV until she found something she liked.
It wasn't until half past ten that Ron finally apparated in, startling an asleep Hermione awake.
"Hey," she smiled groggily.
"Hi. I thought you'd be asleep already," Ron said, taking off his cloak and throwing it in the space next to her.
"I wanted to wait up for you. I didn't think you'd be coming back this late,"
"We had a lot to do today, new equipment and the like, so we went over schedule quite a while,"
"I see. Maybe it won't go on as long tomorrow and we can do something together."
Hermione was pretty sure there wouldn't be a tomorrow, but it sounded like something she would say.
Ron bent down to give her a peck on the lips, causing her stomach to flip and her cheeks to redden.
"That would be nice," he said, before heading out of the room. "I'm going to go up and crash, I'm knackered,"
"Aren't you hungry?" Hermione asked, getting up and following him. "There's some food in the fridge I can heat up for you if you like,"
"Nah, they fed us quite well for keeping us so long. Let's just go to bed, you can feed me breakfast in the morning,"
Ron grabbed her hand and began leading her up the stairs and to their bedroom. "Alright then," she said, trying not to sound too much like a giddy school girl. Ron, her husband, wanted her to make him breakfast in the morning.
As they reached the bedroom, her stomach gave a nervous jolt. She had forgotten one of the main things that comes with being married: sharing a bed. Hermione had never shared a bed with a boy before, let alone a man, other than her father way back when she was still in diapers. Now she was about to get into one with Ron.
Relax. You're married to him. It's just Ron. She kept telling herself, and that seemed to calm her nerves as she got ready for bed. She actually began to be excited about the idea.
By the time Hermione had changed into the flannel pajamas she had been wearing that morning (in the safety of her closet) and brushed her teeth, Ron had already tucked himself between the covers, lying on his stomach with his arm under his head.
Hermione crawled in next to him, trying not to move the bed too much. It was a fairly large bed, so big that had she not known that Ron was there with her, she wouldn't have been able to tell since he was so far on the other side.
"Goodnight," she whispered to him, for it seemed awkward not to. Either he had already fallen asleep or he didn't hear her, because she didn't get a response.
Well this was sure an interesting day, Hermione thought to herself. She had just experienced what a life with Ron would look like and so far she loved it. She was married to the man she loved, had two beautiful children with him, and was living quite comfortably.
She would probably be back at Hogwarts in the morning, but if she wasn't, she could easily get used to this existence. She closed her eyes, ready to drift off to sleep.
Hermione woke up in the morning so warm and comfortable she didn't want to get up. Not that she would've been able to anyway; a heavy arm was clung around her torso, keeping her in place. The source of warmth she felt came from the body pressed against her back, and the head nuzzling into her neck.
She grinned sleepily. So she wasn't back at Hogwarts and eighteen again. Oh well. She'd just have to spend the day trying to figure out how to get back to her own life. Then again, waking up the wife of Ron Weasley wasn't a bad thing to wake up to.
She was about to turn over, but the arm kept her pinned to the bed.
"It's Sunday, let's just stay in bed for a while before our alarms go off," he said, nestling into her hair. Hermione's eyes shot open and her body tensed as she realized that the voice that had spoken did not belong to Ron. She did however, know exactly who it belonged to.
Crap.
It was going to be another interesting day.
