A/N: Hey everyone! If you do read my stories please review! I love it when I know people like my stories! Anyway don't kill me for killing Ron yet I am a strong believer in the Ron/Hermione pairings. Can't say too much more without giving stuff away! Alright hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1: 7 Years Later

Seven years…seven year had passed since Harry had come to Hermione's house with that horrible news. Hermione had given birth to a beautiful baby girl named Emily. Emily had both her father's red hair and blue eyes. Hermione had stayed with everyone keeping in touch, going to all the Weasley family dinners. Today she had taken Emily to the cemetery where Ron was buried.

Hermione kneeled down on the grass next to Ron's grave. Emily was standing next to her, she looked at her mother for a moment noticing the tears streaking down her cheeks and she kneeled down as well. Hermione put her arm around her daughter and smiled. "I miss him," she whispered hoarsely.

"I know Mum, I know," replied Emily. "I wish I knew him…" This brought on a whole new wave of tears for her mother. Emily couldn't help it she started crying too.

They stayed this way for a while hugging each other and crying into the others shirt. "We should get going," said Hermione wiping her eyes on her sleeves. "Dominique invited you over for a sleepover remember?" she said referring to Fleur and Bill's youngest daughter.

"Mum would it be okay if I just stayed home with you tonight?" she asked leaning into Hermione.

Hermione smiled at this, "Sure sweetheart." The two laid the flowers down on the grass in front of them and left. "How about ice cream and a move?"

"That'd be nice Mum," said Emily as they walked into the movie store. They grabbed one at random and headed to the store nearby to pick up the ice cream. The two of them then sat on the couch at their small flat watching the movie. They fell asleep there with the movie still playing and tears still in their eyes.

They woke up the next morning around 8 o' clock. Hermione yawned and hugged her daughter. "Morning sweetheart."

"Morning," replied Emily with a yawn.

Hermione looked at her watch, "Oh we better get going, we're having breakfast at Grandmum's. Go upstairs and get ready, you've got ten minutes!" Emily nodded tiredly and headed slowly upstairs. Hermione smiled as her daughter disappeared up them. She headed to her own room pulling on a red sweater and some black pants and tried to smooth her hair down but finally gave up. Emily was already downstairs wearing a blue sweater and a pair of jeans. Her red hair was tie up in a ponytail and her blue eyes were focused on the book she had in front of her.

"Whatcha reading?" Hermione asked walking up to her and placing a hand on her shoulder.

"100 ways to prank a wizard," she muttered focused on the book, "Trying to find something to show up Uncle George and Uncle Fred."

Hermione shook her head and laughed, "Good luck with that. Are you ready to go?" Emily closed the book and looked up nodding. The two headed to the fire place where they then flooed to the burrow. "Molly? Are you in the kitchen," shouted Hermione.

"Oh you're here!" squealed Molly as she ran over to hug Hermione and Emily. "I hope you guys are hungry!"

"Very," said Emily bouncing up and down with a smile on her face. Molly smiled sadly at Hermione and she returned the look. Emily was so much like Ron, well except her love of books she definitely got that from Hermione.

"Alright well come on everyone else is already at the table," said Molly and led the two to the table.

Breakfast went by and the kids were playing and the adults were talking. Hermione went over to Molly. "Hey would you mind watching Emily for a little bit, I just want to go out for a little bit."

"Of course dear," said Molly giving her a hug, "I'll see you later."

Hermione smiled and waved goodbye. She headed into muggle London and entered a small café. She ordered coffee and sat down at a table to think. Suddenly there was a voice behind her.

"Hermione? Hermione Granger?" asked the voice. Another reporter. Even in muggle London they could find her. Being one of the Golden Trio she was often pestered by them, thankfully not as much as Harry though. She wasn't in the mood for this right now.

She jumped up spinning around and yelled, "I don't care what paper your from I'm not answering any-" but she didn't finish when she saw who had spoken.