Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

"Harry, we just spent three weeks in a hotel room fucking, if I'm not pregnant I'm going to have to question whether or not your a man!"

You see Ginny Weasley wasn't exactly known for her cursing or for her yelling. Harry Potter did not know what was going on with his new bride, at all. The newly named Mrs. Potter was not a very cussy person usually. She was witty and had a bit of a spark but she didn't have a dirty mouth. She was considered by many to be sweet and somewhat wise.

Than again the use of the word "Fucking" doesn't exactly scream wisdom.

Hermione Granger watched her friends from childhood vaguely wondering how Mrs. Weasley, Mrs. Potter's Mother, would react to her daughters vulgar language.

Ginny stalked past her new husband snatching her wand from his hand and slammed the door behind her as she entered the bathroom. Harry froze, his hand still in the form as if he was holding a wand for a moment still halfway in shock from his wife's words and actions.

His face took on a thoughtful look as his posture released into a hopeless like figure. He ran a hand threw his hair and slumped over on the newly weds couch in a mock stage dive landing straight on his head. Hermione rolled her eyes at his antics and crossed her arms from where she stood in front of the fireplace facing the couch and an upside down Potter.

"Is it good if she is pregnant? Or should I be guarding my... well my... my-"

There was a squeal from behind the bathroom door then a flash of blinding red that shot toward a now upright Harry Potter. Now normally displays of affection were alright with Hermione. As long as she didn't see any fluids or tongues she was good but as she watched her younger friend practically jumping her new husband Hermione got this distinct need to disapparate.

"Umm, I'm just going to, you know... leave now," Hermione called grabbing her coat and heading for the door with a last glance toward the couple.

Harry who seemed to be trying to cope with this waved weakly before trying to support his wife.

"Where are you off to so chipper and happy this morning?" asked Draco from where he sat in the apparation chambers of the Malfoy Manor with his book.

"Oh," Hermione answered a little spoked seeing as she hadn't known he was there. "Umm, Mrs. Weasley invited me over for a quick Breakfast, do you want to come?"

Draco stood and walked over to her and grabbed her scarf from the open closest rack leaning very close to her.

"I'll pass we have some business partners coming in from Japan today so I'll be at the office late tonight."

Hermione nodded and toyed with the end of her scarf, "Don't work hard now."

He smiled showing off his amazingly straight and perfectly white teeth, "I love you."

She gave him a quite peck and was gone leaving Draco with a arm on the wall leaning in toward nothing up empty cold air.

"Hermione!" Mrs. Weasley shrieked from the porch of the old creaky house.

"Hello, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione greeted with a smile as she climbed the wooden stairs.

Mrs. Weasley swung open the door from the kitchen and made her way toward the omelette's and eggs while yelling, "Hermione's here boys! Come on now, Breakfast will be really in just two shakes of a dragons tail!"

Hermione pulled off her scarf and coat setting each on the side of a couch.

"Dear, why are you wearing such warm clothing it's the beginning of June!" Mrs. Weasley asked curiously.

"Oh, I have to head up north this morning to interview someone for my next story," she explained settling into a seat at the dinning table.

Mrs. Weasley scooped a mountain eggs on her plate with a smile, "Hermione, our little journalist."

Just them there was a rustling and a boom with a large cloud of smoke popping up at the end of the stairs.

"Bloody Hell!!"

They were wrestling... well, more like Fred and George were jumping Ron.

Hmmm, odd.

"Boys! Boys!" Mrs. Weasley rustled toward the boys and snapped at them with her dish rag.

"We have company!" She shrieked waving her rag toward Hermione, "Sit down!"

The boys all paused and looked at Hermione. Ron's face she noticed suddenly became stormy and sullen. Fred and George however were no sporting matching grins as they practically bounced toward Hermione taking the two seats besides her leaving Ron to sit at her front.

"So 'Mione," Fred flicked some hair from his face in a way that invoked the up most annoyance in Hermione.

"What'cha been doing?" George finished matching his twins actions to a T.

Hermione stifled a laugh, "Oh well you know. Work, I actually have this interview with-"

"Interesting, just a few questions, I heard from a very trusted source that Malfoy got his family's engagement ring from his Gringotts Vault you wouldn't happen to kn-?"

"Guys!" It was Ron who had been rolling his eyes every other moment and it seemed now was reddening.

"Hush, Ronniekins, the adults are speaking."

Ron made a movement with his fork which sent his eggs flying into Fred's eye. Fred fell back rubbing his wound but George on the other hand launched himself forward and tackled Ron with a spork.

Yes, a Spork.

If you would just now pause for this brief history of the Spork. Sporks were first created by the fast food industry so they could save plastic. Save money. Be cheap.

End of story.

Now please look at the freeze frame.

A curly headed woman her hands covering her mouth in shock. A fiery headed gangly man clutching his left eye yelling "It burns!" in agony. A plump old lady who had been torn away from her humming rushing toward her youngest son. Who was falling back in his chair from the attack being launched by one of his older brother's who's weapon of chose it would seem was spork.

A spork

A spork.

Not even a butter knife but a spork.

A spork.

The Leaky Cauldron was packed as always when Hermione arrived just before her Lunch hour.

She spotted Harry speaking in hushed tones with someone a worried look on his face from the moment she entered the room. She also spotted to her slight anger and complete shock a familiar shaggy mop of red hair.

Hermione,

Can you meet me for lunch in about fifteen minutes? Leaky Cauldron? It's important.

Harry

Hermione Granger knew a brief worried letter from her friend when other would think it was nothing out of the ordinary. During the years if Ron and Harry's absence Hermione had learned to read between the lines of letters. She found patterns in the boys handwriting. Ron never closed his O's completely when something bad was happening. Harry however was harder to read. If something was frightening him he became distant and almost cold.

Just like this letter.

Something was terribly wrong, this justified Hermione asking Olivia to cover for her so she could leave for the Leaky Cauldron ASAP.

Now looking back at her choices and worry Hermione's mind began to jump as to if she had been wrong. Was this just another one of Harry's peacemaking setups he had been so famous for since the Weasley's party? No surely he wouldn't... he was one of the few people Hermione had told of the proposal. He knew what was going on with her why would he do that. Sure Harry wanted his friends to live happily ever after like he seemed to be doing but he wouldn't do this.

He wouldn't... would he?

As Hermione approached their table her steps became more rigid and slow. This gave them both plenty of time to see her coming.

"Hey, Hermione, have a seat," Harry greeted in a sad excuse of cheerfulness in his voice. He also ran a hand threw his hair.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Hermione finally snapped as she slid into the seat, "Stop that!" Harry's hand shot down immediately recognizing the motherly tone Hermione had used. Ron had even jumped a bit.

"Now, tell me this instant what has got you both in such a tizzy?!" she demanded.

Ron remained perfectly silent taking another gulp of his butterbeer leaving Harry to answer the question.

"We have a few problems you know the Ministry has been rounding up the last few death eaters right?"

Hermione nodded, "Well, they can't find one... this one is very powerful and the Ministry fears she might try to become the next Voldemort or something."

"She?" Hermione asked in shock.

Ron suddenly came out of his ravine, "Yeah she. Lacerta Lestrange."

Bum Bum Bum!! Cliffie! I thought I'd might try some death eater stuff in this one sense it was sorta not magical in the last. So lets hope my plot doesn't suck it will be my first kinda thing like that. Anywho I am cured from the FLU!

The skies clear!

Birds sing!

Rabbits... do Rabbit things I'd rather not name.

Anywho I did expect more reviews since I got that big feed back on whether or not you guys wanted a sequel.

If you do review though could you answer some questions for me?

How do you feel about how I write Hermione/Draco?

Have your feelings changed toward Ron?

Do you really like Mrs. Weasley all that much?

More Emma?

Which couple do you prefer Draco/Hermione or Ron/Hermione?

Ellie bear