Hermione and Harry had convinced Ginny to take a break the next day. "But there's so much that still needs done!" Ginny had said last night. But she finally agreed to take a break. Hermione and Ginny were still in bed when Hermione woke up around 10:30 AM. She quickly got dressed and tiptoed around incase they were still asleep.

She pulled out a parchment and a quill from her suitcase and began writing a note to Ginny and Harry:

Went to see Dylan. He probably misses me. Be back later.

Love, Hermione.

She apparated to her parents house. She knocked on the door a few times until a very beautiful woman answered. She was about forty 47 years old, with brown hair and amazingly blue eyes. "Hermione! I was wondering when you were going to come and see your parents. Come in. Come in, you're letting the cold out," she said gesturing for Hermione to come inside.

"Where's Dylan?" asked Hermione setting down her purse. "He's in his room," said Mrs. Granger. "I'm going to go get him," said Hermione. She walked down the hallway until she reached the very last door, which stood ajar. She looked inside and there sat her son, his back to her,his bright red hair shining in the sunlight, playing with his toys.

"Dylan? Miss me?" asked Hermione. Dylan faced his mother and his eyes got wide. "Mommy!!" he yelled. He stood up, ran to her, and jumped into her arms. Hermione laughed and carried him back into the kitchen where Mrs. Granger stood making lunch.

"Dylan, honey, why don't you go play with grandpa for a minute," said Hermione. "Okay, mommy," said Dylanand he raced into the living room. "Mum, theres something I have to tell you," Hermione said.

"What is it dear?" asked Mrs. Granger, turning away from the stove to face her daughter. And Hermione told her everything that had happened since she came here. Everything with Ron, and how Alyssa had told her she couldn't see Ron anymore. How Ron had unknowingly confessed his love to her. How she had to make a decision on whether or not to stay and tell Ron or to go and let Ron get on with the rest of his life.

Mrs. Granger looked very upset as she heard the story. She unknowingly had been ignoring the food. The turkey in the stove was burning, the smoke coming out between the cracks in the oven door. "Damnit," she said, turning around and opening the oven door. "I'll fix it, mum," said Hermione. She pulled out her wand and pointed it at the turkey. The smoke stopped rising from it, and it turned from a deep black to a golden brown.

"Hermione, dear, you know that I love you, but you have got to stick up for yourself. You said it yourself, you love him, and he loves you, theres nothing that can change that. And if you fight, you can get him back. Do not run away from the things you fear. Your father and I taught you that. We taught you to be strong and to stand up for what you believe in," said Mrs. Granger.

"I know you did, mum, but this is more complicating than anything I've ever had to deal with. Of course I love him, he's the father of my child, but that doesnt change whats happened. He's marrying Alyssa, and nothing can change that," said Hermione. "You can change that, Hermione. You are a strong woman. You've gone through more in your life than I ever did, raising a child alone for nearly five years. Your father and I believe in you. But you've got to fight for what you want And you want to be a family with Ron," said Mrs. Granger.

"It's not as simple as that, mum!" said Hermione. "But you love this man, you love him! And the only way he'll know that is if you tell him," said Mrs. Granger, raising her voice. "Yes, mother, I love him, okay. I want to have a family with him. I want more kids with him and I want to marry him, but don't you think I already ruined his life. Telling him he has a child with me while hes engaged to another woman is not going to help anything!" said Hermione.

"The way you describe Alyssa, she does not seem like a very sweet person. If you love Ron enough, you'll tell him the truth, so that he doesn't end up marrying this awful woman," said Mrs. Granger angrily. "Of course I want to tell him the truth, I just...can't. I--" Hermione began to retaliate. "Dylan needs a father, Hermione. Think about him," said Mrs. Granger. "I do, mum, I do--" began Hermione.

"What's going on?" asked Mr. Granger, walking into the kitchen, holding Dylan in his arms. "Nothing," said Hermione. "Are you staying for lunch, Hermione?" asked Mr. Granger. "No, I was just leaving," said Hermione, glaring at her mother. She walked over to Dylan and kissed him on top of the head. "I'll be back tomorrow," she said, and she apparated on the spot. "I like it when she does that," said Dylan, clapping his hands together. Mrs. Granger turned back around to watch the food.

Hermione apparated in an alley near the playground she had visited earlier. She walked to the playground and sat on the swing and began crying. How could her mother talk to her like that? As if she wasnt going through a hard enough time. She at least thought her mother would be there for her.

But she was right. She needed to tell Ron the truth. She couldn't go on loving him forever. If he took her back when she told him, then she would be happy. But if he chose Alyssa, Hermione couldnt have beared it.

Hermione walked back to Harry and Ginny' s apartment. She was happy to find that they were not snogging on the couch this time. They had just finished lunch when Hermione came in. "Hermione, are you hungry? Or did you eat lunch at your parents?" asked Ginny. "No, Gin, I'm fine," said Hermione.

"Where's James?" asked Hermione, suddenly remembering her boyfriend, whom she had not seen since the previous afternoon. "He and Harry had a row," said Ginny. "About what?" asked Hermione, surprised. "About the way James treated me, he started bossing me around, telling me what to do, so Harry stood up for me," said Ginny, turning to smile at Harry, who smiled right back. "So where is he now?" asked Hermione. "At the Lindburg Motel, about a mile or two from here," said Ginny. "Well, I guess I'll see him when I see him," said Hermione.

"Would you two like to meet Dylan tomorrow?" asked Hermione. "Sure, that would be great!" said Ginny. "Yeah, we'd love to," said Harry.

The next day, Hermione held Ginny's arm as Ginny held Harry's. Hermione apparated them to her parents house. Hermione knocked on the door. Her father answered the door and welcomed them in.

"Hello, Mr. Granger, it's been a while since I've seen you," said Harry. "Very good to see you, Harry, and Ginny, I believe we havent officially meant," said Mr. Granger. "Very nice to meet you sir," said Ginny, shaking his hand and smiling.

"Dylan, mommy's here," called Mr. Granger into the living room. Almost at once, Dylan bounced into the room holding some of his muggle toys(Hermione's parents didn't allow magical ones in the house, in case if something happened and they couldn't fix it without magic).

"Mommy!" he yelled and he jumped into her arms. She kissed him on top of the head and put him down. "Hi, sweetie," she said. "This is Auntie Ginny and Uncle Harry," said Hermione, speaking before thinking. Ginny eyed her oddly. "Hi, Dylan," said Harry, "it's very nice to meet you."

Dylan, however, hid behind his mothers legs. "Dylan, honey, they won't bite," said Hermione. "Did you bring daddy, too?" asked Dylan. Hermione's heart sank. "No, honey," said Hermione. "But, mom, I wanna meet daddy," said Dylan. Hermione became very uncomfortable and Ginny saved her. She held her hand to Dylan and said, "Come on sweetie, let's go play with your toys," said Ginny. Dylan took more kindly to Ginny and took her hand as she took him into the living room.

"Doesn't seem to like me very much," said Harry. "No, he does, he's just not used to having many men around him. Dad's the only one he's been around alot," said Hermione.

"Where's mum?" asked Hermione. "Your mothers in our room, she's about ready to start making lunch," said Mr. Granger. Hermione nodded and went into the living room. Ginny and Dylan were both sitting on the floor. Dylan was laughing as Ginny was flipping around a jack in the box, trying to figure out what to do with it. "Turn the handle," said Hermione as she entered. Ginny turned the handle and the jack in the box popped out, causing her to jump. Hermione and Harry both laughed.

Ginny looked disgruntled and handed the toy back to Dylan. "So, how's everything going?" asked Mr. Granger, aiming the question at Ginny and Harry. "Oh, well, there are still quite a few things that need to get done," said Ginny. "Well, if there's anything that we can do to help..." said Mr. Granger.

"Oh, no, that's okay," said Harry. "Yes, we just want you to come," said Ginny. At this time, Hermione's mother appeared in the kitchen. She looked into the living room and saw Hermione. "Hermione, can I speak to you for a minute?" she asked politely. Hermione turned and followed her mother out into the hallway.

"Mum," said Hermione. "Dylan has been acting funny lately, I think there may be something wrong with him," said her mother. "What do you mean?" asked Hermione. "He will be throwing up one minute, then the next, he'll be running through the house playing with his toys," said Mrs. Granger. "He probably just has the flu," said Hermione. "Can you fix that?" asked Mrs. Granger. "Of course, there's a simple spell I can use," said Hermione.

"Hermione, I wanted to say that I'm sorry. I never meant to push my way into your love life," said Mrs. Granger. "I know mum, you were just trying to help," said Hermione. "Your father and I just want you to be happy," said Mrs. Granger. "I know you do, I just feel like everyone is pushing me in different directions and I'm just so confused," said Hermione. "Hermione, I'm going to tell you something that's very important," said Mrs. Granger. "You love this boy. So much. And you want to be with him. So go get him. Don't run just because some little brat wants to push you away. If you love him enough you'll tell him the truth about Dylan," said Mrs. Granger.

"You're right, mum. Why should I run? In the end the only thing its going to do is hurt me," said Hermione. "Exactly," said Mrs. Granger.

"When you leave here, I want you to go straight to his apartment, and tell him how you feel," said Mrs. Granger. "Okay, mum, I will," said Hermione. She hugged her mother and then walked back into the living room, watching Ginny and Harry play with Dylan, who seemed to adjust to Harry rather quickly too.

Was she truly going to do that? Or was she just trying to please her mother? Sure, this is what Hermione wanted to do, but wouldn't it only complicate things? Hermione decided to think about it while they all ate lunch.

Mrs. Granger had cooked all of Hermione's favorites, ham, mashed potatoes, green beans, and cauldron cakes, even though Hermione had to give her the recipe for the cakes. Her mother set the food down on the table as everyone came into the kitchen. "That looks delicious, Mrs. Granger," said Harry. "Yes, it does," said Ginny. "Yummy!" said Dylan. Hermione helped him into his high chair and put food on a plate for him. She sat next to Dylan and made sure he was eating all of his food. Hermione piled a bit of everything on her plate.

"So, Ginny, Harry, are you two planning on having kids?" asked Mr. Granger. "Yes, Harry and I decided on three," said Ginny. "Any names picked out yet?" asked Mrs. Granger as she put a spoonful of mashed potatoes onto her plate. "No, we haven't thought about that yet," said Harry. "Although it would be wonderful to name our children after Harry's parents," said Ginny. "That would be sweet, dear," said Mrs. Granger.

Hermione's mind drifted somewhere else as Harry, Ginny, and her parents kept talking. She was thinking about Ron, about how he would react when he heard that he had a son. How would he feel? Would he be angry with her for hiding it? Or would he be happy? Hermione thought about this all through dinner.

"Bye, Dylan. Bye mum, bye dad," said Hermione as she opened the door and stepped outside. Ginny and Harry waved goodbye and followed her outside. They all apparated one after another to Harry and Ginny's apartment.

Hermione decided that if she wanted a chance with Ron she'd have to tell him the truth. Hermione decided to go to Ron's apartment, in hopes that Alyssa would not be there. Hermione however, did not know where his apartment. She decided she had no choice except to ask Ginny.

"Hermione, that's great," said Ginny, as she hugged Hermione. "Yes, I know it is, can you just drop me off there?" asked Hermione, starting to get nervous. "Oh, sure. Harry, I'll be back in a few minutes," Ginny yelled. She grabbed Hermione's arm and they landed in an apartment complex lobby. An old wizard sitting behind the desk saw them.

"Ah, hello, Mrs. Weasley," said the wizard. "Come to see your brother, did you?" he asked politely. "Yes, Norman," said Ginny. "Go ahead on up to the penthouse, although I do believe Miss Alyssa is not up there," said Norman. Hermione obviously knew Norman didnt know Alyssa very well or else he would not have called her "Miss" in such a polite manner.

Norman pushed a button that was sitting on his desk and an elevator appeared on the far wall. Ginny and Hermione walked toward it, and stepped inside. Ginny clicked the very top button and the elevator doors slid shut. They were at the penthouse in less than a second.

The elevator doors slid open and the first thing Hermione saw was what appeared to be a living room. The room was enlarged so that a bowling alley could have fit in it. Fancy, ugly furniture was sitting in the room. The couches all had flowers on them and the walls were covered with pictures of Alyssa.

"Disgusting, isn't it?" asked Ginny softly, incase if anyone was home. "Mmmm," said Hermione. "And the worst part is that Ron had to pay for all of it, Alyssa said the man should pay and the idiot actually listened to her," said Ginny. There were two hallways leading out of the living room, one on each side, one on the left and one on the right.

"You go left, and I'll go right," said Ginny. "Theres hundreds of rooms, but they have to be in here somewhere," said Ginny. As Hermione went left, she kept wondering why Ginny was still here. She knew Ginny was only trying to help, but when Hermione found Ron, she wanted to talk to him alone, without any interruptions.

Ginny was right. Hermione went down what felt like a mile long hallway. She called into each room for Ron, but no one answered. She walked down the opposite way to get back to the living room. Hermione noticed a tilted picture of Ron and Alyssa on the wall. She tried to straighten it, but she accidently dropped it and broke the glass. "Damn," she said. She pulled out her wand, and pointed it at the glass, which immediately disappeared. "Reparo," she said, pointing her wand at the frame.

She picked up the picture to hang it back up and saw that a dark purple button was behind where the picture. She put the picture down on the ground again. She looked down the hallway to make sure Ginny wasn't coming and pushed the button. The wall around the button disappeared and turned into dark brown wood. The purple button became a doorknob in the center of the door. Hermione turned the knob and opened the door.

The room was a replica of Ron's room at the Burrow. Everything was in the exact same spot, except there was a picture in a frame sitting on the stand next to Ron's bed. It was of Ron and Hermione, different from the one in Harry and Ginny's apartment. This one was much newer than that one. Hermione realized this had been taken a few days before they had broken up. Her and Ron were dancing around, laughing, and kissing.

The drawer on the stand was open a little so Hermione pulled out the drawer. Inside were letters he had written to Hermione, but never sent. Almost 50 letters were in there, the last one dated a year before she returned. She picked up the earliest, shortest letter, one he had written a month after she left.

Dear Hermione,

I miss you greatly, even though it's only been a month. If I could take back everything I would. I don't know why, but I feel as if half of my heart is gone. You'll always be in my heart, no matter what. I hope that one day we will be together again. I was going to propose to you, after the tour, you know. But I guess things didn't work out. I will always love you no matter what. I hope your life is going good, mine isn't. I guess I'll see you sometime in the future.

Love, Ron

Hermione was on the verge of tears. Hermione knew why Ron couldn't send this letter. He couldnt tell her that he was going to propose to her. Hermione shoved the letters back into the drawer. She looked around the room. It looked as if these were the only things in the room dedicated to her. Hermione noticed that the sheets were the ones on which Dylan was conceived.

"Hermione! Hermione!" came a voice from out in the hallway. Ginny was looking for her. Hermione raced out of the room. To her surprise, as soon as she went out the doorway, the door turned back into a wall with the button on it. She quickly picked up the picture and hung it back on the wall.

"There you are Hermione," said Ginny, coming out of a nearby room. "I don't think they're here," said Ginny. "They dont appear to be," said Hermione. "Let's just go back to the apartment," said Ginny. "Okay," said Hermione. They apparated into the kitchen in Harry and Ginny's apartment.

"Hang on, I'll go see if it's them," came Harry's voice from the living room. Hermione and Ginny exchanged awkward glances. Who was here?

Harry came from in the living room. "Alyssa's here," said Harry in a soft voice. "What does she want?" asked Ginny. "I don't know, she says she has something to tell us, but she wanted to wait until you were here, Hermione," said Harry. "Me? Why would she want to wait for me?" asked Hermione.

They all walked out of the kitchen into the living room. Alyssa was sitting on the couch, sipping tea. "Why, hello, Hermione, Ginny," said Alyssa. "What do you want?" asked Hermione rudely.

"Oh, I have a little news I'd like to share with all of you," said Alyssa. "You'll be the first I tell," said Alyssa. "What's the news, Alyssa?" asked Ginny in an aggravated tone.

"Oh, nothing, I'm only pregnant!" she said, jumping up with her arms wide open, expecting a hug.

The last thing Hermione saw was the smile on Alyssa's ugly face.