Disclaimer: I don't own anything, the song belongs to Above and beyond. I guess I own the plot, maybe?

Author's Note:

I don't own anything but the plot. The song belongs to Above and Beyond.I'm a bad, bad, horrible person. I am SO sorry about the long delay. There is just no excuse. There should only be on or two more chapters that I am going to TRY and get out by the end of Sunday. Just because I have school and then I'm going to have to go back to work. But I am so, so sorry about this delay.

I changed my original idea of the story and it's a bit in the works. But I did bring Ginny in, and I added more scenes with Ron, platonic of course. But I promise it'll be a happy ending (so far it's a happy ending), and it'll all work out. I did change a bit of the dynamic and this is the first chapter that didn't end with sleep. So the next chapter will be the first chapter Hermione won't open the chapter waking up. It also took on a bit a sci-fi feel, but, c'est la vie.

I hope you guys do enjoy the chapter and I promise to finish it soon. Happy readings and happy reviews :)

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Four thirty A.M, I'm awake again
Singing to the dark through open eyes
While dreaming I see only you and me
Stuck between desire and compromise
If I said I want you back I'd be a liar
There's nothing left of us to long for anymore
But inside the ashes burns an endless fire
And every night I can't help reaching out for more
And I can't sleep, you're so far away from me
You're leaving me scars scattered in my heart
A road map of all the places you have been
And I can't escape, can't wash this away
Love has burned your mark so deep within me

-Can't Sleep-

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Blue walls and white trims. She closed her eyes and sighed in relief. The chill from the open window seeped into the bedroom, crawling across the bed. The quilt that was draped across her bare form was doing very little to protect her from the cold, making her shiver and seek comfort from her bedmate.

The only problem was that the bed was empty.

Hermione rolled over, seeing only the nightstand and the alarm clock on his side of the bed. And on that matter, she was almost completely on his side of the bed.

"Harry?" Her voice was coarse. She tried to clear her throat, only to notice the soreness that erupted. "Harry?"

There was no answer and a sudden panic spread over her body. She glanced at the clock once again. It was almost six thirty. He didn't have to be at work for at least another hour.

"Harry." She sat up, keeping the blankets around her as warmly as possible. As another chill shook her body she sighed and noted one of his shirts at the foot of the bed. Grabbing it, she pulled it over her small frame and buttoned it up. It wasn't as warm as a sweater, but it would suffice.

Very slowly, she made her way from the warm bed to the cold hardwood floors. Another shiver ran over her and with a flick of her wrist warm slippers appeared over her feet.

Screw not using magic.

Hermione walked out into the hallway, basking in the hotter temperature. She ran her hands over her arms making her way to the nursery.

The door was the same as it had been the night before, as it had been Thursday when she had first gotten there. Sucking in a deep breath she opened the door and looked into the wide room.

The crib was still in the center and Hunter was laying in perfect slumber. His breath echoing over the high ceiling. Placing a hand on her chest, Hermione walked forward and peered over the railing.

"Morning little man." She smiled as Hunter twisted, only to start a slight snore. Shaking her head she tipped out of the room, closing the door.

A light, from downstairs, caught her eye. She walked to the balcony and looked down. The light seemed to be coming from the inner hallway, which meant that someone was in the kitchen.

Shaking her head she turned towards the stairs and quickly, as well as soundlessly, made her descent.

It was the first time the wood boards didn't creak. She slowly walked around the stair case towards the entrance closest to the kitchen table. Peeking around she saw her husband and a great relief spread from head to toe.

Harry was sitting at the kitchen table, his upper body in the shape of a "C". He was leaning over looking at the stack of papers that littered the entire kitchen.

Hermione stood in the entrance, her arms folded. She looked out of the enormous window and smiled at the beauty that laid not ten feet from them. Their backyard was full and thick of trees and tall grass. Brown eyes looked from the window unto the pajama clad man at the table. A smile formed over her lips.

"How long have you been working on all this?" Harry turned, his glasses sitting at the bottom of his nose. His lips formed a small "o" and then upturned into a wide smile.

"Morning beautiful. Is that my shirt?" His eyes were lit in humor as they ran up and down over her body. "It looks good."

Hermione laughed, her body relaxing under his stare. Her arms dropped and she made her way to the chair next to his.

"I bet it does." She kissed him and sat down, her eyes pulling away from his and running over the mountains of papers. "Seriously, how long have you been doing all this?"

"I don't know," He shrugged and looked towards the clock. "Maybe since four."

Hermione's hand froze, and her eyes crashed with his. "Harry, you didn't get any sleep."

He shrugged again and leaned into the chair. His back cracked several times, making him wince as her eyes lit up again.

"Harry!"

"It's fine, love." He got up and stretched. "I'm going to work a bit early. I'll see you later?"

Hermione nodded. Harry kissed her forehead and with a flick of his wrist the papers disappeared from the kitchen.

Brown eyes widened.

"Sorry darling," Harry winked and turned to walk out of the kitchen. "We're pressed for time."

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The ministry was as busy as it had always been. Hermione looked at her watched, and with an aggravated moan, she quickly tried to weave in and out of the crowd. Hunter was less then tolerable this morning. He was fussy, angry, and had thrown his bottle at Mrs. Carville and his applesauce at his mother. After the third attempt to change into something, Hermione had quickly apparated in the garage. Promising Mrs. Carville she would check on the two at lunch.

Which, at this point in time, she was going to leave to Harry. He had only had to change once.

She swung the door to her office open and froze as she looked at the red headed man sitting on her couch.

"Ron?" He smiled brightly, his hand running through his hair.

"Hey Hermione." She gave him a suspicious look and began walking towards her desk.

"What are you doing here?"

"I thought you got here earlier actually." He cleared his throat, walking over to the desk and standing over her on the other side.

Hermione looked at him and then at the clock on her desk. It was eight twenty three. Another groan escaped her lips, she didn't even realize how late she really was.

"Hunter gave me a little bit of trouble. He's teething or something."

Ron nodded his head. He sat down and leaned into the comfortable chairs. "Why do you guys have the better chairs."

Hermione looked up from a report, shook her head, and then look back down at her desk. "It's our job to make a client feel open. It's your job to make a criminal squirm."

He chuckled and leaned further into the chair, his head rolling to the back of it, blue eyes staring at the ceiling.

Hermione cleared her throat, her chin resting in her hand. She was expecting Ron to go straight into an explanation, a question, something that would at least alert her as to why he was in her office.

Blue eyes moved from the ceiling to her face, and sitting a little straighter Ron gave her a small smile. "I was thinking about yesterday, and you know, everything that was said and how you don't know who you are or whatever." Moving his robe to the side he pulled out a medium sized book with a tan leather cover. "You, um, gave this to me a few months ago. Told me to keep it safe."

He laid the book on her desk, covering the report she had been reading. Hermione stared down at it. The leather was faded, and soft to her fingers. There were no words, no drawings, nothing that suggested what it was. If there were facts or a simple story laying inside.

"What is it?" Her voice was low and full of curiosity.

"It's a scrapbook. You made it after we all moved into Grimmauld Place."

The first page was of her and Harry. It was taken by a non-wizard camera, seeing as how she and Harry were immobile. They were sitting in a compartment, looking out the window, probably at Hermione's parents. They both had large smiles painted on their faces.

"I really did meet Harry first."

"I told you." Ron shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. "Harry and you arrived early to the train, while waiting, apparently, your mom brought Harry over to your little group because he look lonely. You two hit it off from the moment you said hi."

Page, after page, Harry, Ron, and herself stared back into brown eyes. Pictures that moved, pictures that stay frozen, a smile in every single face. Ron and Lavender, Luna and Harry, Neville, Seamus, and Dean, they spanned from first year, to summers, to seventh year.

"Why, why did she give you this?" Hermione's voice was shaking. Memories that she had never experienced, that had never even occurred during her life, were breaking her heart.

"I don't know. I thought it might help you." His voice didn't sound very confident on the latter part of his sentence.

"Ron, why did we break up in sixth year?" Brown crashed with blue. He had said that no one really knew, but he would have. He was best friends with both of them. He had been there through everything.

Ron opened his mouth, only to shut it. His hand ran the course of his face and his eyes seemed to be interested in everything besides her.

"Ronald." She wasn't sure why it mattered, why any of it would matter at this point. This wasn't her reality, her home. This was a life she had fallen into, a life which she had no connection too other then a strong love for Hunter and an even strong passion for Harry. Somehow, memories haunting her brain as each picture revealed a taste of happiness she had never encountered, she wanted to fully understand what she would give up if she left.

"Because Voldermort was going after you." Ron's voice was strained. "Because when Voldermort was resurrected fourth year, he made it his mission to destroy Harry from the inside out. First it was Sirius, and then it was you."

Hermione's eyes were wide.

"Draco was trying to protect his father and mother and let it known that Harry was obsessed with you. Which, he was. Sickening, really. You, being the most stubborn witch on the planet, refused to leave Harry. Refused to listen to him." Ron's fingers ran through his hair, smoothing it out and helping him breathe. Hermione's eyes were burning a hole into his head. "So, Harry came up with this moronic plan to keep you away. Basically told you he didn't like you, didn't love you, never had. You were devastated. I think he went out with Ginny to prove to you that it was over, that it was for the best. Draco must have told them that Harry was over you or something, because nothing ever happened to you. Or maybe Voldermort changed his plan of attack and went for Dumbledore. I don't know."

"He, he told me he didn't love me so he could save my life?"

Ron nodded his head. "Draco was working both angles. He told Voldermort whatever Voldermort wanted to hear, but also told Harry, or actually Ginny, whatever he was saying, give everyone a head's up. Honestly, I really wasn't sure which side he was working."

"Draco hated us." Hermione leaned back into her chair, the book being dragged across the table to sit on her lap.

"Draco like Ginny. He's liked her for years. It didn't help that she was head over heels for Harry and Draco was considered the bad guy, but he did like her."

Hermione moaned and looked at the ceiling.

"It's not a big deal, Hermione." Ron shrugged. "It shouldn't really even matter what happened during our school years. All that matters is that you have Harry now."

The scrap book being slammed against her desk and the scream erupting from her throat shook the office. Ron toppled backwards, a yelp flowing from his own lips.

"I don't have ANYTHING now, Ron. Nothing. He's not my husband, just as much as Hunter is not my child. I'm lying to him and I'm lying to myself. Harry is in love with his Hermione. The same Hermione he met on the train going to the first year of wizarding school. The same girl who held hands with him and stayed by his side. The same girl he devastated so he could save her life because he couldn't live without her there. A person he was willing to live as only her friend, as long as she lived." Hermione sank into her chair, tears flowing down her face. "I'm nothing more then a ghost of her. I'm nothing but an imposter taking advantage of a life that is not mine."

"Hermione," Ron stood up and tried to move towards her, only to freeze as she flew up. Her hair was flowing over her teary face.

"I need to go, I need to get away, I need, I need to just disappear." And with a 'pop', Ron stared at the empty chair in front of her desk.

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The street was empty, save for the one or two people walking their dogs or conversing on the chilly weather. She wrapped her robes tightly across her body, sighing as the winter wind whipped around her.

The cold air was snaking it's hands around her face, her cheeks and nose blushed with red coloring. There was a bit of ice wrapped over the curb, too cold for it to even melt slowly into the street.

She took a sharp breath of air, her lungs inflating and then crying sharply. It was not enough to give her satisfaction. Looking up she came to an abrupt stop and turned to stare at the house across the street.

The house was medium sized. It had yellow panels and a gray roof. There was a wrap around porch with a swing in the corner. Bare trees surrounded the front of the green lawn, a tire swing moving with the wind. White curtains were in each of the windows, as well as a wind chime next to the front door.

Hermione stared at the house, her arms crossing in front of her robes. It looked so much smaller then she had remembered it. There was also something much more homely about it. Maybe t was the tire swing or the white curtains, but it was definitely no longer her home.

"You know, rushing out of work is simply bad decorum." Hermione smirked, still staring at the house.

"I didn't feel it was really rushing out of work as it was escaping."

"That's probably even worse decorum." Hermione turned and looked at the woman standing behind her.

Brown eyes stared at Hermione until finally falling over the house that laid across the street. Her red hair was whisked up in some elaborate up-do, and a beautiful cashmere robe covered her blank pants and long sleeve shirt ensemble.

"What are you doing here Ginny?" The girl's smile brightened over her face and she walked forward to lean against the lamp post that they had been standing next too.

"Looking for you." She sighed, her arms crossing over her chest, warming herself. "Ron called, said that you went crazy. Asked if I could help. How did you figure out I was behind all this?"

Hermione looked at her friend and then back to the house. Her home once upon a time ago.

"I didn't. I still really have no clue what is going on. I would know your voice anywhere and considering the Ginny here hates my guts, I figured if you were looking for me, you weren't really Draco's wife."

Ginny smirked and let out a laugh. "Bloody hell, you really are the smartest witch of our time, aren't you?" Hermione shrugged. "Ron's been very good about all this, I might have to by him a car or something."

"You have the money to now." Brown meshed with brown, and Ginny nodded her head, her smile faltering.

"It wasn't suppose to be like this you know." Hermione closed her eyes and nodded her head.

When she opened them they were sitting at a café. Two very large hot cups of tea in front of them.

"I hate that spell." Ginny grumbled but took a sip of her tea; sighing as the warmth crept across her.

"Ginny, what the hell is going on?" Hermione didn't look at her tea, she barely took notice of the environment she had taken them too.

Ginny looked up, guilt and sorrow was etched into her face. It was almost like watching one of her clients to be sentenced to Azkaban.

"Let me start from the beginning. It's been an awful long time since we talked." Hermione nodded her head, looking around at the beige and pastel colored café. "Harry and I have been a bit on the rocks, as I'm sure he told you."

Hermione nodded her head again.

"Well, about six months ago, I came across a very unusual predicament."

"Which was?"

"I met myself." Hermione looked at her old friend, confusion circling her brain.

"You met yourself?" Ginny nodded, a smile playing on the edges of her lips.

"Ginny Malfoy. And damn, did she look good." She chuckled but sobered up as Hermione's eyes glared at her. "Anyway, it was an accident. Like a wrong place at the wrong time type of thing. Apparently Mrs. Malfoy was living vicariously through me. Apparently in this parallel, Ginny is a bit mad."

Shocker. Hermione took a sip of her tea and stared at Ginny. She was more confused then before.

"Ginny, none of this makes any sense."

"Yes, well, then you could imagine how I felt when she tried to explain it to me. She was trying to find a way to manipulate time. As you know, that is not something that is really encouraged. It seems that her magic got away with her and she created a hole that allowed her to cross into our time."

Hermione's brain was beating. This was obviously so very bad science fiction movie gone wrong.

"A paradox." Hermione sighed, her hand rushing over her eyes.

"Well, yes, sort of, I don't know. She wanted to see what it would be like to live the way I lived." Ginny shrugged. "She opened the hole and without even taking it into my consideration, switched our lives."

"Wait, wait." Hermione took her hand from her eyes and folded them on the table. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then looked into the eyes of her best friend. "Let me see if I'm following. Ginny from this world, found a way to move in between her world and our world. Some magical, scientific way. She, accidentally, came across you and explained what was going on. Seeing that she enjoyed our world better then her own, she decided to just up and switch your lives?"

Ginny pondered Hermione's words, possibly replaying them in her mind. Moving her head to the left and then to the right she gave a curt nod and looked into her friend's brown eyes.

"That about sums it up."

"You know how ridiculous all of that sounds, right?"

"Then you explain it." Hermione opened her mouth, but no sound came out from it. She had tried to explain it since Thursday. Since she had landed in the middle of her miracle life. "Exactly."

She closed her mouth and glared at Ginny. "I don't know Ginevra. I just know that I'm confused. Are you even happy in this life? Knowing that Harry and you're children are somewhere else?"

"I'm," Ginny took a moment, trying to find the words. "I'm not unhappy. It's not the same Draco, it's not the same anything really. He treats me like a real princess, and Merlin, the house. Talk about moving up in society."

Hermione looked skeptically at her friend, her eyes moved to her tea and her reflection could be clearly seen in the brown liquid.

"I love Harry, Hermione. I always have. But you have to admit, that it's not the way we pictured it years ago. He's a wonderful man, but our marriage hasn't been all it's cut out to be."

She continued to stare at her tea. When did a marriage work out the way you had originally planned it too? Sacrifices, compromises, all these things had to fall into place and be discussed.

When had tiredness become an excuse for a failing marriage?

"You and Ron weren't doing so well either." Brown eyes closed and she could feel the tears in the back of her eyes. "We made our choices because at the time it was what we wanted. It was the way our cards were dealt. What if this is a way to see the other side of the coin?"

"How did I get roped into this mess, Ginny?" She looked up and saw Ginny for the first time in years. She wasn't the same girl who was love sick with Harry. The same girl who fought diligently besides the rest of them. She was neither the same wife or mother that she had been at every holiday.

Shrugging, Ginny bought the hot tea to her lips. She sighed as the liquid flowed down her throat and into her stomach.

"My guess is, that while Mrs. Draco was casting her magic or what have you, your magic seemed to get the best of you."

Hermione stared at her and then back down at the cup.

"This makes no sense."

"Yes, well, I don't think life ever really does."

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"Let me get this straight," Venus was staring, wide eyed and mouth hanging open, across from Hermione. "Ginny, found a magic loophole, and switched her life with the Ginny from your life. Somehow, in all this mess, your magic saw it's opportunity and launched you into this life."

"I guess so." Hermione's head was on the desk, her words muffled by the wood. "Ron had even hinted at it yesterday."

Ron put his hands up in mock defense as Venus' head swiveled to glare at him. He had been waiting n Hermione's office as she and Ginny apparated back. Ginny promised to call Hermione later that night and escaped before a confused Hermione could say much more. She had just enough strength to call Venus into her office, quickly explain what had happened, and then allow her head to fall, face first, into the desk.

"I knew about Ginny, and she had no idea about you. I thought the scrap book would, I don't know, trigger some memories." Ron continued to hold his arms up as Venus did all in her power not to set him on fire.

"Well, this is a grand old mess. You're sister is a real live lunatic."

"I'm not arguing that point. I am however impressed with her powers. This is a little advanced for her."

"Not unless her magic took on her emotions." The two friends looked to see Hermione's chin on the desk, her head looked forward. "It use to happen to Harry all the time. Our magic is closely related to our emotions. If we're not aware of our control on both, the magic can very well intertwine with our feelings and produce it's own consequences without our knowledge for control."

Ron and Venus stared at her.

"You know, I had forgotten how intelligent you were." Venus cleared her throat as Hermione mumbled some choice words.

"You have to tell Harry now." Hermione and Venus turned to the stray voice that was on the couch. Hermione looked at him with little hope, while Venus' eyes blazed in a bright red. "Well, she does."

"I thought, I felt, he's so, and I just wanted, ugh." Hermione head found her desk once again. Venus jumped up, startling Ron and having no effect on Hermione.

"This is anarchy. You are beautiful, intelligent, and absolutely amazing. Yes, you are not the exact same Hermione from last week, but you are still Harry's wife." Venus banged on the desk, making Hermione move and glare at her best friend.

"I am not--"

"Yes you are!"

"Venus!"

"Hermione!"

"What's going on?" Ron, Venus, and Hermione all looked to the office door to see a smiling Harry. He looked tired, slight bags under his eyes. His smile was still in place, however, and there was amusement in those green eyes.

Ron, Venus, and Hermione stared at him and then at each other. Ron shook his head and cleared his throat.

"I, um, Hermione had that folder I was looking for." Harry looked at him, his smile shifting into a confused expression. "Come on buddy, you finish all that work, I feel bad that I left it all for you to do. Horrible friend, dreadful." Ron hooked his arm around Harry's shoulders and pulled him out of the office.

Venus and Hermione were left to stare at the door.

"That, is only going to distract Harry for a little while." Hermione sat down and began shuffling through the papers that were on her desk.

"You should tell him Hermione. Tell him now and you can stay at my place if it doesn't go the way it should."

"How should it go Venus? Is he suppose to get mad and banish me from the house? Or storm out and head over to Ron's, only to find out his best friend knew? Is he going to believe me or not believe me? How, how should it go?"

"He should believe you and realize that you're exactly who he fell in love with." Hermione gave her a look, only to look at the door once again.

Ron stood at the door with a winded expression. "Ok, small problem."

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Harry sat in his office, his arms crossed and a sour expression on his face. Hermione was sitting in one of the reading chairs in front of his desk. His office was open, with beautiful paintings and grand bookshelves. Venus and Ron were both sitting on the couch that was against the wall. All three wore an expression as if they were in the headmaster's office, their hands caught in the cookie jar.

"Harry I really think that we should--"

"Ron, shut up." Ron closed his mouth and leaned back into the couch. Venus gave him a dirty look.

Hermione looked at her red headed friend and then back at her husband. Her very, very angry husband. Ron, while trying to come up with a distracting story, let slip that Hermione had seen Ginny, which resulted in a very confused Harry. This then led into Ron trying to explain a friendship between the two women, and another slip up that Hermione had not realized how close they had been a long time ago.

In this world, Hermione and Ginny were as close as a shark and shark bait.

"I want someone to explain to me what is going on." Harry's arms were tight around his chest, his green eyes full of questions.

"Harry, it's nothing." Venus gave him a bright smile. He looked at her and then looked back at Hermione.

"It started meaning something Hermione." And so it had.

Hermione looked at him, her eyes quickly darting to the two on the couch. Taking a deep breath she looked at Harry.

"I'm not, I'm not who you think I am. Or, I am who you think I am. I'm a different am from your am though." She looked to see confusion in everyone's eyes. With a nervous chuckle and a ruffle through her hair, she tried to find a comfortable spot in his chair. Ron was not joking about their chairs. "Ginny created a spell that made it so she could visit different planes of existences. You know, like if you had married her or if I had married Ron."

Harry stared at her, his confused, angry expression still in place.

"And when she created the spell she transferred the Ginny from my world to this world, and placed herself into my world. In my world Ginny and you were married." Hermione was looking down at her hands. Hearing the words out loud, in front of Harry, made them sound completely ridiculous.

"So, your from this other world, too?"

"In so many words." Which, as Hermione thought about it, was not many words at all. "Harry, I should have told you from the moment I got here. I should have just, let you in on the big secret."

"So, you lied to me? You, and last night? What about last night?" His voice was sharp against her ears.

"I love you." Hermione looked at him. "I had the biggest crush on you when we were younger. I mean, I always liked you. But, I do love you."

Harry's face twisted and Hermione felt whatever resolve she had slipping from her fingers.

"Harry last night meant, everything to me."

Venus and Ron were watching the two as if there was a tennis match being played in front of them. From Harry to Hermione, back to Harry and then back to Hermione. The last comment, made them both stare at Hermione. What the hell had happened last night?

"Hermione, this, none of this, I," Harry took a sharp breath and looked down at his desk, his arms unfolding. "I don't even know what to say."

"How about, 'we'll talk about it at home'?" Harry looked at her and then at Ron and Venus who were at the edge of the couch.

"I don't think I can be at home." He stood up and walked over to the door.

"Harry," Hermione jumped up and looked at him. His green eyes were wide and bright, the light dancing inside of them. He sighed and walked over to her, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead.

"I need to, I just need space." He took a step back and opened the door to his office. The invitation to leave was silent.

Hermione looked at him and then the ground walking swiftly out. Venus was at her heels, her hand patting the brunette's back. Ron stood in between the hall and Harry's office.

"Mate,--"

"I'll get those papers to you tonight." Harry gave Ron a look and then turned his back, walking to his desk.

Ron sighed and closed the door for his friend.

--

Hunter giggled from his place in his highchair. Ron made another funny face, making the tiny child jump up and laugh.

"He's a real little firecracker." Hermione looked from the stove to her son and Ron.

"He's definitely something." A loud shriek sounded from the den across the way. Both adults looked up, Ron moaning as he stood from the chair.

"Hugo, what's going on?"

"Nothing daddy!" Artie's laughter could be heard in the wake of his brother's words.

Ron folded his arms and looked over to Hermione. "They're real firecrackers. You know, they remind me of Fred and George, only lacking the twin affect."

Hermione smiled, throwing some seasoning into her soup. She had met Hugo, age ten until early April, and Artie, having just turned six in January. Both had the Weasley red hair, but had Luna's eyes and mouths. They also sported the same mischievous personalities of their twin uncles. Ron had brought them over to keep her and Hunter company. Neither of them, Ron and Hermione, had heard from Harry since the small intervention in his office.

"You didn't have to come over." Hermione give him a smile as he shrugged and sat down in front of Hunter.

"Please, I can't cook for anything and the boys have been causing me real grieve." He snorted a bit, earning a laugh from the fourteen month old.

"Aren't you a fabulous father." She smirked, her eyes looking back down at the soup.

"How was I a father in your world?" She looked up, brown crashing with blue.

"A very good father. That never changed." Ron nodded and turned back to the baby.

"Ok mister. Who has a dirty diaper?"

"Does he? I'll change him."

"Nah," Ron smiled, still making faces at Hunter as he pulled him from the highchair. "I'll do it."

Hermione nodded, turning the stove on low. She moved from the kitchen into the den, looking to see cartoons on the television.

"Hi Aunt Hermione." She ruffled Hugo's hair and sat on the couch behind the two children.

"When's mom getting home?"

"Saturday." Artie turned and gave her a happy look. "She's going to bring us presents."

"Wow, very exciting." Hermione laughed. Artie looked at her and then at the entrance way. His smile widened.

"Uncle Harry!" Hugo turned as well and the two boys shot up, rushing at the tall man.

"Hey guys, what are you doing here?" His eyes met with Hermione's but the look was dropped quickly.

"Dad brought us here because he's tired of cooking." Hugo gave his god father a bright smile and then went to sit back on the floor to watch his cartoons.

Harry chuckled, giving another hug to Artie who then dashed next to his brother.

Hermione stared at him, waiting for him to look at her once again. She caught green and froze as his stare wrapped itself around her.

"Harry." Ron walked into the den, Hunter bouncing in his arms. A loud gurgle busted from the tiny child.

"Little man." Harry smiled and took Hunter from Ron. "How was your day with Mrs. Carville?" He walked away from the den, noises of the stairs echoed across the bottom hallway.

"Well, that went well." Ron looked at the ceiling and then to Hermione, who was looking more mad then anything else.

"He is being such, such a moron." Stomping past Ron she walked into the kitchen and turned off the soup on the stove. "I was wrong."

Ron stood in the entrance, watching with wide eyes.

"I was wrong. I don't want to stay here. I don't want to go back, and I don't want to stay here. I just, I want to disappear!" She growled and headed towards the garage.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm disappearing!" Hermione screeched. She grabbed a jacket and the keys to the car. "If any of my husbands decides to care. Call me."

Ron winced as the door slammed, echoing into the large house. "And to think, I came here for a quiet night."