That night, after a delicious dinner cooked by Fleur. The foursome sat outside in the garden as the sun set on the small village. They had talked about many things, the future, Fleur and Bills unborn baby, their beloved Fred and Ron and Hermione's blossoming relationship. Both Bill and Fleur were thrilled about the pair finally getting together.

Ron and Hermione had thanked Bill and Fleur for having them, but told them that they would be leaving the following morning. Hermione was beginning to get a little restless, she knew she had to go back home eventually, hopefully to find her parents.

"How about I go home on my own...then you follow me in a few days." Hermione suggested as they both got ready for bed.

"But I thought you might need me there..."

"I do, but I don't want you leaving your parents again. Especially now that Ginny and Harry have gone for a few days..."

Ron loved how considerate Hermione was for other people.

"I'm more than happy to come with you tomorrow...mum and dad won't mind, they have George there, and Bill said he's going to make a visit in the next day or so too.."

Hermione got into bed. "Ok then...if you must" she smiled, kissing him on his cheek.

They had managed to push both single beds next to each other so it was like a double bed, but every night they had been there so far, it was guaranteed that one of them would nearly fall through the middle of both beds. Usually Ron.

Switching off the lamp, Ron returned the kiss, this time on her lips. "Love you".

The words had fallen out of his mouth without him even thinking about it. He didn't look at her for a moment, scared of her reaction. She was silent for a few moments, and then she looked up at him.

"You know...I think I may just love you too". She said.

He began to laugh nervously. "I didn't plan to say that to you now...like this. It's hardly the romantic setting is it...?"

She laughed and rested her sleepy head on his chest. He was right, it wasn't a romantic setting and it wasn't planned. But somehow, it was perfect nevertheless.

Ron and Hermione had been especially loved up the next day, but they felt sad to leave the cottage. After leaving a bunch of flowers on Dobby's grave and saying goodbye to Bill and Fleur, they decided to apparate to London, this would be the first time they would apparate together. The second time Hermione had ever done it.

It was quick, as always. It made them feel sick, as always.

Ron looked as white as a sheet as they appeared in London.

"Right...the tube station" Hermione said, pulling Ron's hand and walking towards the entrance of what Ron guessed was the tube station. Hermione lived just on the outside of London, not too far from where Harry lived in Privet Drive actually.

Ron felt quite excited to see Hermione's life for a change, he had never seen the place she had grown up before, nor had he met anybody from her family. That excitement he had was overshadowed by the feeling of nerves for Hermione, who would have to face her parents who she hadn't seen for months, who she had put a memory spell on so they wouldn't know who she was whilst the battle had gone on with Voldemort.

No matter how many times Ron had re assured her that her parents would understand considering the circumstances, Hermione remained unsure.

The experience of the tube was strange to Ron, who this was all very new to. He hadn't experienced much of the Muggle world, so these next few days would be interesting.

"I do appreciate you coming with me Ron... "Hermione said, as they waited for the next tube to arrive.

"As if I'd let you do this alone...We're in everything together now".

Hermione smiled, his presence made things a lot easier. "So how long will it take to get to your house?" Ron asked her.

"About half an hour...if we're lucky" She told him, as the loud noise of the tube drew closer.

*

Hermione's home was everything Ron had imagined it to be, very modern, and sophisticated. It was situated in a quiet place, a bit like the burrow but unlike Ron, Hermione had neighbours.

Ron sat himself down on the chair in the sitting room whilst Hermione wandered upstairs to see if there was any sign that meant her parents had been back. Ron looked around the sitting room, there were books everywhere. Yes, this was definitely Hermione's home.

You could tell it was a muggle home; there was nothing magical sitting about, no knitting doing itself like his mum had at the burrow, everything was done in the muggle way. Ron was fascinated at the thought. "Ron..." Hermione called from upstairs. He got up quickly, her voice sounded panicked.

He ran up the stairs, searching for the room she was in. "Ermione..."

"I'm in my bedroom..." She called. He followed her voice and found her bedroom door, it was easy to find as it had her name on the door, and a picture of her, Ron and Harry.

She was sat on her bed, "They haven't come home..."

"How do you know?" Ron asked her.

"Nothing's been moved...I can tell. They haven't been back since they went to Australia as Wendell and Monica Wilkins....when I set the memory charm on them. For all I know, it might be too late to relieve the charm. They may never remember me..." She cried.

Ron sat down next to her, "You don't know that Ermione...it might not be too late, we can go to Australia and find them..I'll help you find them."

"You'd really do that?" She sniffled.

He nodded.

"Ok...well then we'll have to go as soon as possible. I really did think the charm would have worn off by now, but clearly...They'll never forgive me when they find out what I did."

"They will understand...you did it for them, for their safety" Ron reminded her.

She sighed. "I'll have to book a flight today...I'm going to have to dip into my savings".

"I have savings at the Burrow...I'll use that. For us both" Ron said. "How much is it...to get on the...what's it called?" He asked, looking puzzled.

"A plane Ronald. We're getting a plane".

Ron had never even seen a plane, never mind get on one. But there was no time to be scared about flying, it was now time to look after his girl and make sure she found her parents again.