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The Burrow

Apparition became a tad bit tricky when you had to bring two people along with you. One was all right, but two was very tiresome. Draco and Cole stood on either side of Hermione, Cole looking a little worse for wear, he'd only apparated a handful of times. Draco on the other hand had simply not known the location of the burrow, making it difficult to picture it clearly.

"Cole, honey are you ok?" Hermione asked still clutching his hand. His face was pale and his eyes looked bewildered.

"That sure hurts, but it's fun," he grinned at last. Draco laughed out loud at that, then the trio made their way up the path to the rickety old house.

"Good lord, it looks like it's about to topple over," Draco said seeing the house for the first time. "Are you sure it's safe?" he whispered.

"Quite," she replied. They were on their way to the front door when a voice to their left caught their attention.

"I'll be a son of a hippogriff, if it isn't Hermione." The three turned as one to spot the red head coming around the corner of the house.

"George?" Hermione said unsure.

"Guess again," another voice said. It belonged to an exact replica of the man Hermione was talking to.

"George, Fred, you two will never change." Cole and Draco looked at each other and back to the interaction in front of them. The two men walked over each wrapping Hermione in a hug and kissing her cheek.

"You wouldn't have it any other way and you know it," they said together. Then they faced Draco, each shaking his hand in turn. "Draco, pleasure." Draco's eyes opened wide.

"Yes, of course, although I'm not sure I'll ever get your names correctly," he shrugged at Hermione who shrugged back. This was unexpected.

"Don't worry yourself, our own mother can't tell us apart," Fred, or was it George said. "Here I'll fix this," one of them said pulling his wand out and conjuring a large F onto the front of his shirt and a G onto his brothers. "There that should save a lot of headache today." George suddenly looked down at Cole.

"What's this then, Hermione you're a mum?" George said looking at her, his eyes wide. "I can't believe you've got a kid."

"Well believe it cause I've got two. The other one's at Hogwarts." George raised his hand to rest on the top of his head. "What about you two?"

"None for me."

"Twins," Fred smiled. "They're at Hogwarts too. Cassandra and Erin." Hermione remembered the two girls Becca had introduced to them. She had assumed they belonged to either Harry or Ron.

"Yes, I met them, seems my daughter has become a friend of theirs, her name is Rebecca. Molly must be very happy to be a grandmother."

"Of course, she's got the twins, Harry and Ginny have a girl, and Ron and Melanie have a little boy. Then there's Bill's lot, he and Fleur have four kids. Three girls, one boy." Fred had been counting off people on his fingers, no one noticed the falter in Hermione's smile when he mentioned Ron and Harry had kids.

"Well come on, everyone's out back, the kids just started a game of quidditch I do believe," George said motioning for them to follow. Cole didn't need any prodding, the thought of quidditch was enough for him. Draco took Hermione's hand, telling her everything would be alright.

"Um, you wouldn't happen to have an extra broom I could use, if the others will let me play," Cole was walking beside Fred, looking up at him.

"Sure, as long as it's ok with your mum," he turned to see Hermione nod. "Right then, it's over here in the shed, and don't worry the others will love to have another player." He took off with Cole on his heels.

"Not too shy is he?" George grinned. They made it around back to see most of the Weasley's setting up tables and chairs. Harry and Ron were nowhere to be seen. While Hermione was reunited with everyone, and Draco was being introduced, Cole was having fun flying around with the other children. Without warning someone wrapped Hermione in a bone-crushing hug.

"Oh Hermione, I've missed you so much," Ginny gasped, holding tightly to Hermione. Ginny sounded like she might have been close to tears. However, when she pulled away there was only a smile on her face. The warmth Ginny's presence had been filling her with was dispelled by her next sentence. "Harry and Ron are waiting inside, please listen to them." Hermione nodded saying hello to Melanie as she went inside.

The inside of the house seemed dark compared to the brightness of outside. Sure enough Harry and Ron were seated at the table, their conversation ended abruptly when Hermione and Draco entered. Before they could say anything to them though, Mrs. Weasley came over to hug Hermione.

"Good heavens Hermione, I have missed you so." She dabbed at her eyes with her handkerchief. "Draco dear, good to see you," Hermione almost laughed at the shocked expression on Draco's face when Molly hugged him.

"Y-You as well, Mrs. um, Mrs. Wea-," Draco was too thrown to talk clearly, but Molly cut him off wearing a huge grin.

"No, no, you will call me Molly. Now, where's your boy, you brought him didn't you?" she was looking behind them, searching.

"He's outside Molly, playing with the others." Hermione was feeling better than she had in years; the family she had been missing was finally with her. At the table Ron stood up.

"Hello Hermione," his voice was low. Molly took this as her cue to leave. Draco and Hermione took the seats across from Ron and Harry. Silence followed for several minutes. Finally Harry spoke.

"It's been a while. How have you been?" Hermione breathed sharply out of her nose.

"Harry cut the shit, you invited us here for a reason, so let's have it." Ron, Harry, and even Draco looked a little taken aback by her words.

"You're right, we did invite you here for a reason Hermione. We have something very important to tell you." Ron spoke calmly then nudged Harry.

"Hermione, we were young and stupid and said a lot of things we didn't mean," Harry paused, Ron nodding calmly to what Harry was saying. "Why did you leave?" Harry suddenly blurted out. Ron had begun to nod only to stop mid-action and look at Harry shaking his head.

"I assumed you knew it would be hard to stay out of your site, living in the same place," Hermione scoffed.

"But if you hadn't left we could have fixed things, made up." Ron was pleading to Harry with his eyes to shut up.

"Why would I put myself where I'm not wanted?" Hermione asked seriously. Ron grabbed Harry's arm.

"What are you doing?" he whispered furiously. Across the table Hermione stood up.

"I think we should leave." Ron stood up as well holding his hands out.

"No please! Don't go, this isn't why we asked you here."

"I need to use the bathroom," Hermione turned and walked out into the hall. Draco looked up at Ron then hopped up out of his chair and followed Hermione out of the kitchen. He caught up with her just outside the doorway, Harry and Ron could still see them from where they sat. Draco grabbed her arm bringing her around to face him, there were tears in her eyes. He brought his other hand up to hold both her arms.

"Baby, are you ok?"

"I don't know, I thought I could do this." Draco cupped the back of her neck, kissing her forehead.

"It's ok, you can do this. You need to do it. I'll be right here beside you."

"I know." Draco bent down to kiss her briefly, and then led her back into the kitchen to take their seats. Ron cleared his throat.

"Let me start over," he started, "We need to ask you something. Something we've wanted to ask you for a very long time." He glanced at Harry then back to her, "Is there any way you can find it in your heart to forgive us?"

There was a pregnant silence as all eyes focused on Hermione, whose own eyes were fixed on the table. For a brief instant Draco wondered if perhaps Hermione would simply draw her wand and hex Harry and Ron into the next life. Her eyes still downcast Hermione opened her mouth only for the kitchen to be filled with the sound of screaming children.

All four heads turned to the sound of the heart-stopping noise. Hermione was the first out the door, followed closely by Draco then Harry and Ron. At the far end of the field she could see the other children huddled around someone. Several of the adults were already on their way across the yard.

Running as fast as she could, Hermione felt the bile rising up in her throat as she saw a mop of brown hair.

I don't normally leave many cliffy's but I simply couldn't resist. Other than that I must say this was a particularly hard chapter to write, I hope it somewhat lived up to everyone's expectations. Harry's an ass I know, and a few of you mentioned that, which I'm glad you noticed. Usually Ron is the one who can't control himself and losses control, I just wanted to make Harry the bad guy for once, show that Ron can be mature. Don't worry Harry will not be a moron forever, he's only upset.

Please everyone forgive me for taking so long. School and work and having to eat and sleep are really taking up a lot of my time but I will finish this story that is my promise. Keep reviewing it gives me the will to stay up an extra hour or two to put out another chap. Love all my reviewers and hope you can bear with me.